Chapter 16
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He was able to sneak back into Gryffindor tower from Grimmauld Place early enough that no one would notice he was missing. That didn't mean he got enough sleep, as Harry woke up the next morning feeling exhausted from the previous day's events.
He was tired from using so much magic in the fight yesterday, along with having sex well into the previous night. He groggily showered and put on his school robes before making his way down to the Gryffindor common room without a care for his surroundings. As a result, he didn't see the first-year girl that he bumped into until it was too late. She nearly went sprawling after colliding with his strong frame, and Harry barely managed to grab her arm in time before she fell.
"Sorry about that." Harry held her upright. "I didn't see you."
She was a small girl with dark hard and a flowery headband wearing Gryffindor robes. Her brown eyes looked up at him, mixed with shock and horror. Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at her next words, knowing what was about to happen couldn't be good. "N-No! T-This can't be happening."
"Umm… What's happening?" He asked uneasily, looking around warily.
"I'm too young to have a boyfriend, much less get married!" She rambled on, as if encountering him was the worst thing she had ever experienced. "I know other girls want to, but I'm not ready to join your coven!"
"I think you got it all wrong." He laughed awkwardly, slowly backing away from the first-year girl who seemed to be in some sort of trance. Luckily, she seemed to be lost in her own little world, and didn't notice.
I need to get out of here. It was the only logical decision Harry could make in that moment, seeing as the girl was starting to draw attention with her panicking. With that he moved swiftly to the common room entrance, and headed down towards the Great Hall.
It was the reactions of people on the way that made him even more nervous, the terrified stares of girls along with the impressed looks boys sent his way. It all came to a head when he finally entered the Great Hall, causing a the large room to quiet instantly as everyone stared at him.
The girls looked at him as if he was some sort of monster, and it reminded him how cats carefully avoided large dogs back at Privet Drive. It was almost as if they believed he would suddenly lash out and strike at them without warning, as every girl watched him with bated breath as he headed towards the Gryffindor table.
The boys on the other hand watched him as if he was some sort of god amongst them, giving him reverence and respect he hadn't seen before. Many of the older boys gave him cool nods while the younger years simply looked awestruck. He was still unsure what he had done to earn all this unneeded attention, but was sure that it had to do with the reveal of his relationships in some fashion.
He put those thoughts to the side, and with a quick glance up at the Head Table he noted that Umbridge was missing. Professor Sinistra was there though, and she gave him a small smile before returning to her meal.
He sat down at his usually spot amongst his friends, with Ron and a seemingly stunned Hermione sitting at his sides.
"Where is Umbridge?" He started off the conversation.
"Erm… no one has seen her this morning, now that you mention it." Hermione answered slowly. "Have you seen the Prophet this morning, Harry?"
"No." He grumbled, only imagining what kind of dragon-dung they had written about him this time. "What is it?"
"It's all about you, mate." Seamus chimed in, looking over the paper. "Half of it seems to claim you're a serial womanizer, and the other half claims that you're being taken advantage of."
"Nothing new there." He shrugged.
"Hey, um, Harry?" Neville asked nervously, getting his attention. "Would you mind doing something for me?"
"What is it, Nev?"
"You see, there's this girl I fancy, and I just wanted to ask that you stay away from her if you could." Neville blushed red. "It's Hannah Abbott."
It took him a moment to realize what Neville was asking, and that his roommate was genuinely worried about him seducing his crush. No doubt his shy roommate was imagining him running roughshod over every girl he came across, and Hannah Abbott being one of those girls. "Neville, I'm not like that, honestly."
Neville sighed in relief, only for Seamus to cut in. "Yeah, Nev, don't worry about Harry taking your crush. Hannah isn't exactly his type anyways."
"My type?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"You know, gorgeous, high status, and older." Fred answered from a few seats over.
"The type of women who are impossible for us to actually talk to." George added.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Harry blushed in embarrassment.
"You have to admit that the Head of the DMLE isn't exactly someone the rest of us can get with, mate." Ron said without any jealousy, which was a relief. He had worried that his friend would be furious after finding out the details about his romantic life, but if anything Ron seemed to just accept it and move on.
"That's not mentioning Zabini's freaking Mum!" Dean said, looking over a picture of Julia on the front page of the Prophet. "It says here that she has six dead husbands, but I can see why you'd risk dating her with a body like that!"
The boys around him nodded in agreement, while the girls fumed in outrage. Harry meanwhile played with his food, avoiding the topic entirely.
"How exactly did you meet with these women, Harry?" Hermione asked with a frown. "I've never seen you talking with Greengrass before, nor with Madam Bones or this Zabini woman."
"About that…" Harry let out an awkward laugh. "We-"
"Mr. Potter." The strict voice of Professor McGonagall suddenly called out, interrupting him, and he turned to see her approaching. "You are needed in the Headmaster's office."
He felt a smidge of worry in his stomach, doubting that Dumbledore wanted to have a friendly chat with him. He nodded reluctantly, getting up and following the Headmistress as she left the Great Hall and headed towards the seventh floor.
The woman didn't speak to him the entire way, setting a blistering pace that left him scrambling to keep up with her. He guessed it was her way of showing her frustration with him, and it took all the way until they reached the seventh floor for her to finally speak.
"Your father was always misbehaving when it came to fraternizing with the female population." McGonagall suddenly said. "It is a shame to say the same about yourself."
He had heard many times from Sirius about his Godfather's own experiences when it came to dating. His father was mentioned enough times for Harry to get a general idea of what the man's time at Hogwarts was like. That said, he knew what McGonagall was referring to, and couldn't help but wince at the thought of her thinking of him in that light.
Harry didn't think of himself as a womanizer, and instead believed it was just his usual luck that his romantic life turned out as it was. If he could fight Voldemort multiple times, get entered in a deadly school tournament, and even get bitten by a basilisk, then was it really a stretch for him to end up with a weird sex life?
"Professor, it's not like that! I-"
"Save it, Potter." She cut him off, as they neared the entrance to Dumbledore's office. "The Headmaster's waiting."
He sighed and began climbing the steps heading to Dumbledore's office, figuring that it was pointless to even argue with the woman. As he passed the statue and made his way up the stairs, he began hearing voices arguing on the other side of the door.
"~and let us not forget how we got into the situation in the first place, Headmaster. Allowing a woman like that into this school should never have happened in the first place!" Harry could hear a familiar feminine voice from the other side of the door, albeit sounding more angry than he was used to. It took a lot of balls to talk to Dumbledore like that.
"You seem to forget it was Cornelius who appointed Dolores to the position she was in, not me." Dumbledore sternly replied.
Himself and McGonagall entered the office then, not attracting any attention to themselves as the other three in the room continued to argue. Dumbledore was dressed in his outlandish robes, as was normal, with the Minister standing a bit away and looking nervous. Amelia, for her part, was dressed in her prestigious auror robes, her red hair done up in a fashionable bun along with her signature monocle equipped.
Clearly the three were dealing with the aftermath of Umbridge's disappearance, and Harry could tell that Amelia had done a good job of uncovering what exactly the woman was up to. Both Dumbledore and Fudge looked worried, as the Head of the DMLE read them the riot act.
"Yet that does not absolve you from looking the other way as that woman tortured students with a blood quill of all things." Amelia shot Dumbledore down, before turning her wrathful gaze upon the Minister. "And don't think I've forgotten about your own actions, Minister."
"Now, now, Amelia, I'm sure this is one big misunderstanding." Fudge patted his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for all of this! In the meantime, I have decided to place Dolores on temporary leave until the investigation is over, and she is located. While that is going on, someone more suitable will be taking her place here at Hogwarts."
Dumbledore frowned. "Who?"
The floo suddenly flared to life as if to answer his question, and an impeccably dressed blonde woman came walking out. She wore a tight black skirt that outlined the stunning flare of her child-bearing hips along with the fat arse attached to it. Above that she wore an appropriate dress shirt that gave a hint to the large breasts hidden underneath.
Narcissa was the last person Harry expected to enter Dumbledore's office in that moment, and he certainly wasn't the only one surprised to see her. Both Amelia and McGonagall gaped at the woman in suprise, but obviously their reactions were for different reasons.
Dumbledore, for his part, seemed to pale a little at the sight of her. Harry was glad that his relationship with Narcissa was still secret, or else he was sure whatever his courtesan was up to would have no chance at succeeding.
"Lady Malfoy." Dumbledore greeted her, sounding a bit faint.
"Minister, Headmaster Dumbledore, Madam Bones, a pleasure to be with you all." Cissy smirked thinly, like a shark smelling blood. "And I would to say how greatful I am to become Hogwarts newest Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."
Dumbledore let out a cough at that announcement, and even McGonagall held a hand to her chest in shock. No doubt the two of them were coming to the conclusion that this was a ploy setup by Malfoy, as placing a woman like her would give Voldemort nearly direct access to the school. In reality, Narcissa was working for him, but that wasn't something they knew quite yet.
This whole affair had been setup by Narcissa shortly after their latest coupling, his courtesan having promised to handle Umbridge's demise by implanting herself into Hogwarts. Her being a Professor would be not only convenient to him, but also beneficial to their cause, allowing her to easily fill the void left by Umbridge as Fudge's spy, while at the same time keeping Dumbledore paranoid.
The Minister would trust anyone related to the Malfoy name, and Harry was sure Narcissa had been quick to take advantage of him. It helped that Amelia found all the dirt needed to take Umbridge out of the equation, and within a matter of a day the Minister was throwing everything he had behind appointing Narcissa to the position of Professor.
For the umpteenth time, Harry had to thank whoever needed it that his relationship with Narcissa had not been exposed. It would make the predicament in front of him impossible, as the last person anyone expected Narcissa to be loyal to was himself.
"Are you sure this is wise… Cornelius?" Dumbledore asked carefully.
"Why, of course!" The Minister exclaimed. "Surely you wouldn't dare question a woman of higher standing such as Lady Malfoy!"
Dumbledore went to speak, likely to say something about Voldemort, and his connection to the Malfoy family, but Amelia suddenly cut in. "I, personally, would like to know what made you want to become a Professor at Hogwarts, Lady Malfoy?"
"Thank you, Madam Bones." Narcissa smiled at his girlfriend, who seemed to go along with their game. It seemed that Amelia had caught on to what was happening, and he could tell she was amused by the whole situation. "I have always in my heart wanted to pass on my knowledge to the next generation, something I am sure will surprise some of you. The thrill of teaching the next generation about the wonders of magic is something I cherish, and I can only express my deepest gratitude for being chosen as Hogwarts newest Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. With it, I plan to educate and inspire those here at Hogwarts about the wonders of magic, along with dangers associated with it."
What a load of Dragonshit. Harry couldn't help but think to himself, knowing Narcissa didn't give the slightest damn about becoming a Professor. It seemed the others knew so as well, with McGonagall's eye twitching in annoyance and the heavy frown on Dumbledore's features. Fudge really seemed to be the only one in the room buying it, based on the triumphant smirk on his face.
"Thank you, Lady Malfoy, that was quite inspiring." Amelia said to her before she turned to look at himself. "Mr. Potter, I'm afraid that I have some questions for you that need answering. If you would follow me."
Dumbledore stiffened where he stood, and Harry knew the Headmaster would try and intervene, but Narcissa and Fudge distracted him as Amelia dragged him out of the room and down the stairs.
The Head of the DMLE led him through the seventh floor and to a broom closet of all places, practically dragging him inside before spelling the door closed. "We need to talk."
"In a broom closet?"
"Don't get any ideas." Amelia smiled. "We don't have the time to be fooling around. Firstly, I would like to know what exactly happened to Umbridge."
"The woman was working for Voldemort, and orchestrated a plot with Malfoy to kidnap me." Harry answered, going on to tell her about how Umbridge had kidnapped Daphne to lure him into the Forbidden Forest before ambushing him. Amelia simply nodded when he explained how he killed Lucius and his fellow Death Eaters, with the help of Professor Sinistra of all people.
"I'm sorry you had to go through with that, Harry." Amelia said sincerely once he finished. "I had a feeling that Umbridge was up to no good, and the first thing I did upon learning of her disappearance was search her office. It wasn't exactly a suprise when I found several dark artifacts used to torture students in her desk. What exactly happened to her during the fight?"
"Professor Sinistra killed her, I believe." Harry answered. "What she did with her body… I don't know."
"That's good enough for me." Amelia nodded, before her expression changed. "Now, I believe it's time we had a serious talk."
He could see the vulnerability in Amelia then, the shift from her work personality over to the personality he was more familiar with. Clearly the last day had been stressful, and it was only luck that the meeting in Dumbledore's office was about Umbridge's disappearance and not his sex life.
"I'm a powerful woman, Harry." The older redhead said. "I have my career, my House, and my reputation to take care of. And I need to know that you're ready to keep going forward with our… relationship if you want things to go on."
"Is this because of that article?" He grimaced, already knowing the answer.
Daphne had been kidnapped because of the article Skeeter wrote, and now Amelia was confronting him as well. Everything had been going fine when they were dating in secret, but he knew that it would come out eventually that they were dating. That moment had finally happened, and Harry was left scrambling ever since.
"It is." Amelia nodded. "People are aware of our relationship, and its become the hottest piece of office gossip going around the Ministry."
"Sorry." Harry groaned. "Things are the same here, as I never wanted it to come out like this."
"And yet we keep moving forward." She replied. "I just need to know if you are good to keep moving forward with this."
He looked at Amelia then, seeing her vulnerable blue eyes watching him. Harry knew the answer to her question, and could tell from her expression that she felt the exact same way that he did.
"Amelia, it will take a lot more than a few articles to make me think twice about dating you-"
He didn't finish, as his busty redhead lover moved in and kissed him heatedly. He fell into the kiss, running his hands over her uniform and feeling her mature curves under those layers of clothing. He had done the least amount of physically sexual acts with her among his group of lovers, and feeling her curves through her uniform reminded him of how good things came to those who waited.
Amelia moved her arms, and her auror trench coat fell off. It granted him better access to her body, and one of his hand snaked under her skirt. She breathed deeply as his fingers found her pussy, gently prodding at her core. His redhead lover suddenly moaned loudly as he pushed one finger into her.
Her walls squeezed his finger tightly, and Harry's eyes widened in pure shock. He had never felt a woman this tight before, and couldn't imagine what it would be like to have his girthy shaft impaled inside her.
"It's tight, isn't it?" Amelia asked him, a crazed look in her eye that he hadn't seen before. "Would it surprise you to know that I'm a virgin?"
Yes. It genuinely did surprise him that such a beautiful and older woman had never had sex before. He supposed it was why her core was so tight, as an older and athletic woman like her had trained her body to absolute perfection, making her pussy that much tighter with age.
"You have no idea how hot its made me for everyone to know that we're dating." Amelia breathed as he prodded at her core. "Everyone at the Ministry who thought I was just some prude now knows who I really am."
"Who?"
"I'm Harry Potter's fucking bitch." She smirked and leaned in to whisper against his ear. "I'm going to give you my virginity, Harry, and when I do you'll have the best night of your fucking life. After that I'll be your wife, and I'll spend the rest of my days as Lady Potter and pumping out as many babies as you want."
He groaned, feeling his hand get soaked with her wetness in her core. She was so damn tight that it felt like her pussy would rip his finger off. He could feel her warm breath against his ear, those sweet erotic promises she made that drove him wild.
"I'm lucky if I can shove more than a finger in there." Amelia continued on. "Just think of how tight my poor pussy will be around you massive fucking cock."
His shaft throbbed painfully at this point, and Harry had to grit his teeth to control his urges. Amelia then moved away from him, adjusting her robes and putting her auror cloak back on casually. She gave him a smirk as she left the broom closet, with a dazed Harry following after her.
"Harry?" A voice called out from behind him, and he turned to see Daphne approaching. "And um… Madam Bones?"
"Ms. Greengrass, a pleasure." Amelia didn't hesitate to greet Daphne. "And please call me Amelia from this point forward… We're going to be married to the same man, after all."
Daphne blushed, that same cute blush she got when the subject of their marriage came up. "Of course, Amelia, and you can call me Daphne as well."
"I am afraid that I have to return to word." Amelia smiled at them, before her eyes lowered to his trousers and she gained a mischievous look. "It looks like Harry could use some help with a little problem, Daphne. Perhaps you could… take care of him?"
It took a moment for his Slytherin betrothed to figure out what she was referring to, her eyes eventually landing on the erection hidden within his trousers before staring in shock. "Oh! O-Of course! This way Harry!"
Before he knew it, Daphne was dragging him through the different halls of Hogwarts. He looked back to see an amused Amelia watching them. How has my life come to this?
Chapter 17
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His fingers dug through Daphne's blonde locks, clawing at her scalp and sending shivers directly to her core. Her blue eyes stared up at him with pure lust, as the head of his cock rested comfortably in her mouth. The top buttons of her dress shirt were undone, and she undid the rest of them to reveal a sexy black bra underneath.
Harry looked down with an insatiable intensity to his gaze, eyeing her bra-clad breasts hungrily as his cock sat in her mouth. She let his cockhead leave her mouth with a pop, a string of saliva connecting it to her tongue. She was getting good at this.
"I figured you deserved a reward for rescuing me." She said with a sultry voice, reaching behind her back to undo her bra. The expensive bra made of Abraxan-hair fell to the ground carelessly, leaving her large teardrop breasts exposed to the open air. They swayed with the slightest breath, two sacks of perfect perky round flesh most girls could only dream of having.
Harry stared at the sight, his eyes wide and unable to look away. She knew he had seen the tits of other women before, and it had made her somewhat apprehensive about showing off her own extremities for fear of rejection. But his reaction had already dismissed her worries, and she was glad that Harry enjoyed her breasts. "They're beautiful."
"Thank you." She smiled genuinely, grasping his hard shaft and directing his cockhead into her mouth.
The gigantic head of his cock bulged out the sides of her mouth with its sheer girth, forcing itself deeper and towards the back of her mouth and then down her throat. Daphne didn't gag, didn't show any reaction whatsoever, as she kept consuming more and more of his cock. All Harry could do was watch in awe as she eagerly pushed herself down his hard shaft.
She had been training for him. Every night she would thrust her fist in her mouth till she touched the back of her throat. It was all in the name of pleasing her future husband, and being able to effortlessly suck his entire cock without gagging was her goal. And if that meant throwing up her dinner every now and then, then it was a small price to pay to be his good little cocksucker.
She heard Harry breathe heavily above her, no doubt taken off-guard at her newly acquired skill, and her gaze gained a triumphant edge. It wasn't just about surprising him at being so skilled at sucking cock, but showing that a less-experienced woman like herself could still take care of him.
Why does Harry need you when he already has better women? The thought burned in her mind, with images of Fleur Delacour and Julia Zabini coming to the forefront. It motivated her to try harder, pushing her to learn sex techniques and to purchase new clothes and lingerie. Being Harry Potter's betrothed wasn't just about being socially and politically powerful, but also about pleasuring him in bed. And at the end of the day, Harry could use all the relief he could get.
It was as she knelt there with his cock shoved down her throat that she felt it. In the back of her mind she felt the magical alarm she had set go off, and internally smirked. Daphne hadn't picked this abandoned classroom at random, having it prepared it the previous day for her plan.
She had layered the entrance with privacy charms and wards, with a specific ward used to trap and petrify intruders that dared enter. It was done with a specific Witch as her target, one that she knew was following every one of Harry's moves.
Daphne knew all about Fleur Delacour's lust for her betrothed, and she was ready to finally confront the French Veela. She knew that the Veela had followed them to this classroom, and had snuck in to watch them like some sort of pervert. And now Delacour was now trapped and immobilized at the entrance to the room while invisible, and forced to do nothing but watch them.
Time to show Delacour who Harry really belongs to. Daphne mentally declared, doing her best to bob her head up and down his cock. She did it to show Delacour that she wasn't a pushover, and that Harry wouldn't be leaving her anytime soon. But also to give Harry as much pleasure as possible.
Harry groaned deeply at her movements, his eyes gaining a feral quality as both of his hands dug in to her scalp. He took matters into his own hands, and began slamming his cock in and out of her, throat-fucking her brutally.
His thrusts picked up, harsher than ever, with each one being faster than the last. He made her face a mess of mascara, saliva, and pre-cum. But Daphne didn't care. All she cared about was pleasuring Harry. That, and showing Delacour who Harry really belonged to.
Her fingers expertly played with his ballbag, massaging the two cum-filled engorged orbs that would impregnate her one day. They were heavy and filled with his seed, and desperate for release, as both of his balls overflowed the palms of her hands.
A particular brutal thrust and she was shoved against his groin, feeling his massive cock being shoved all the way down her throat before it expanded in size. She could hear his balls give way, propelling a gigantic amount of seed straight through his manhood and into her gullet.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
Her throat worked desperately to swallow it all as Harry threw his head back in pleasure. Meanwhile her nose remained pressed tightly against his crotch, doing her best to not let a single drop of cum go to waste. Good pureblood girls swallow it all.
He finally pulled his cock out of her, showing the cum and saliva-stained mess that it had become. Daphne did her best to catch her breath, not even realizing how long she had gone without sufficient oxygen, while Harry looked at her as if seeing her for the first time.
"That… was impressive." He said. "I didn't know you could do that."
"Thank you." She smiled with blushing cheeks. "I've been working hard on that one."
Did I just thank him after I sucked his cock? It showed the power that Harry Potter had over his women, and Daphne bit her lip as her thighs rubbed together.
He nodded absently, clearly in a daze from her efforts. That, and probably post-nut clarity.
"You go on ahead." She told him with a smile. "I need some time alone to freshen up."
Harry nodded and left, and when he finally left the room her mask dissapeared. Her wand appeared in her hand, pointing to the spot where the intruder was located.
"Finite."
The trap she had orchestrated had worked perfectly. Someone had indeed been caught trying to spy on their activities, and they had been frozen by the entrance. The wards she had set up the day before had frozen them on the spot, making them immobile in place and unable to do anything but watch her and Harry while invisible.
The problem was that it wasn't Fleur Delacour who the wards froze in place… but Cho Chang.
"Cho Chang… what are you doing here?"
Even if frozen in place, Daphne could see the look of pure shock on the Asian girl's face.
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France was never this cold.
Fleur knew that she had the privilege of growing up in Southern France, where the sun always shined and the temperatures rarely got very cold in the winter. Even if she had experienced such weather while visiting Hogwarts last year for the Triwizard tournament, the French Veela still struggled to adjust.
She tugged the tailored coat of yeti fur tighter as she trudged through the snow to the owlery, holding on to the letter she had written earlier. What she doing now was her last resort, the thing she promised herself not to do when she came to Britain. But she was out of options now, and after seeing the morning paper, Fleur Delacour came to one simple conclusion.
Harry Potter was officially out of her reach.
She had seen the Daily Prophet, and the pages covering the story of him and those women. Fleur already had some knowledge of his romantic relationships, but to have it made official like that had crushed her. She knew that it would be nearly impossible to get close to him with such a spotlight following his romantic life, especially when any move she made to get close to him would end up in the paper.
It made her task of pursuing him that much difficult, to the point that Fleur simply did not know what to do. And that was why she trudged out of the castle to the owlery, to get guidance from the one person who could help her.
Maman… You will know what to do. She thought, looking down at the letter in her hand. Apolline Delacour was an expert when it came to such things, but to Fleur, contacting her Mother was the ultimate last resort.
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Her fat cheeks clapped against his thin thighs, her skinny husband barely holding on as she rode him. Her heavy breasts dangled in the air, still big and perky despite her age, but left untouched despite begging for affection.
She knew it was an obscene sight if anyone was to walk in and see them. A buxom and beautiful woman like her wasn't exactly suited for her current partner, a flimsy man whose hair was falling out with age. But it had always been this way since Hogwarts, with the skinny muggleborn being paired with one of the busty Black sisters.
"Oh! Andromeda I-I…" Her husband quivered beneath her, his hips starting to buck as he reached his peak.
"Just a little more!" She practically begged, her hips speeding up as she desperately tried to reach her own release. It was a pointless endeavor, as Andromeda knew she hadn't gotten pleasure from sex with her husband in years.
"Gaaah!" Ted Tonks bucked beneath her, his eyes practically rolling back in his head. His entire body shook and quivered, almost as if he was going through a seizure, sending him into unconsciousness with his own orgasm.
She could feel his release, the tiny amounts of cum he ejected into her before his penis softened. His shaft went utterly limp inside her, its hardness dissipating entirely and leaving her poor pussy without any stimulation.
"Damn. Damn it!" She yelled angrily for the first time at her husband, who luckily just so happened to be unconscious.
Andromeda rolled over to the side and began fingering herself until she reached her climax, something that wasn't new yet still bothered her. She hadn't had an orgasm from sex in over a decade, and she knew it probably wouldn't happen ever again. Especially when her husband's penis was so small.
Not for the first time she was irritated about her poor sex life. Or more specifically, her poor choice in a partner. All it had taken was two minutes of sex for her husband to fall unconscious, his micropenis left soft and shriveled, while she was left unsatisfied.
Andromeda loved Ted Tonks, she really did. But his inability to keep up with her in bed had bothered her over the years, especially as her body matured and her needs increased. It left her feeling something beyond frustrated, and to look over at his unconscious body now made her even more irritated.
She had fallen for Ted all those years ago at Hogwarts. He was an innocent muggleborn from a completely different world than her own, having grown up with a different lifestyle that intrigued her. It had drawn her to him, specifically the novelty of it all, along with all the cultural differences. After all, muggles treated women with respect, something the pureblood boys in Slytherin simply refused to do. What wasn't there to love at first?
But the novelty of it all dissipated as the years went by, replaced by a lonely lifestyle and a boring husband. Those thoughts made her sigh, and Andromeda got out of bed and showered like a muggle would before getting dressed.
She had an appointment to get to, and a trip to the floo from there brought her to see her cousin Sirius at Grimmauld Place.
-
A rather boring chat with her cousin Sirius left her wandering the halls of her old childhood home afterwards. Andromeda hadn't been in Grimmauld Place since before she had been expelled from the family, and she had less than stellar memories of the place. Even then, she wasn't entirely ready to head home and confront her husband after their… coupling.
And so that left her to wander the halls in order to buy time, knowing that Ted would probably want to discuss things with her when she got home.
"What is that noise?" She wondered, peeking through a nearby door, and freezing in shock at the sight that awaited her.
Ted doesn't have anything like that. Was the first thought that entered her mind as she peeked through the cracked doorway, seeing a large, exposed phallus. She stared at a massive cock, huge and thick, to the point she was sure her hands wouldn't be able to wrap around it.
There was a woman kneeling in front of it, jerking and stimulating it expertly as her mouth sucked it delicately. The woman servicing the shaft moved her hands then, grasping her two large brown breasts before wrapping them around the shaft.
Andromeda recognized her as Julia Zabini, who was Narcissa's friend, from all those years ago when they were in Slytherin. She had seen her in the Daily Prophet the other day, announcing her relationship with-
Andromeda's gaze moved to the owner of such a massive cock, her eyes widening. Harry Potter stood above Julia, a dominant expression on his face as he watched his new mistress lollipop his cockhead.
His body was filled out with powerful muscle, making him look like one of those professional quidditch players featured often in Witch Weekly. Andromeda couldn't help but stare at him, having not seen a man other than her husband naked before.
"Get ready." Potter suddenly stated authoritatively, his voice sending shivers to her core.
Julia held up an empty cup of all things, releasing his cockhead from her mouth and pointing the end of it towards the glass.
Potter's shaft flexed, paused for a moment in suspense, and suddenly a tidal wave of semen erupted from it. Andromeda could swear she saw her own sex life wither and die before her eyes with the first load, buried by the sheer amount of cum Potter was able to produce in a single orgasm. The amount of semen splashing around inside the glass put Ted's own loads to shame, and she bit her lip as Potter's cock jerked again before depositing another load.
When Potter was done, his seed filled the glass all the way up to the fucking brim. She watched in shock as Julia put the cum-filled glass aside, before she licked and cleaned his softening cock off like a Knockturn Alley whore.
It was when Potter finally zipped his trousers closed that Andromeda was able to look away, as if falling out of a trance. That was when she realized her own hand rested against the nearby wall, supporting her weight as she breathed heavily. Juices were running down her thigh, and her hand was buried in her core.
No… How could I? Ted's wife looked down at herself in horror, realizing what she had done. She almost wanted to scream, but realized that Potter and Zabini would hear her. I-I need to get out of here.
Chapter 18
Chapter Text
"Bloody hell."
Harry looked up at Ron's exclamation right as Defense Against the Dark Arts class began, and froze at what got his friend's attention. He had forgotten about Narcissa being appointed as their new Defense Professor, and saw her for the first time as she descended the steps from her office into the classroom.
She had dressed to impress, her black Witch's robes outlining her figure perfectly, with an open window allowing the boys in their class to view her magnificent cleavage. When she finally made her way down the steps and sauntered over to the front of the class, Harry couldn't help but let his eyes fall to her wide, child-bearing hips.
Himself, along with the other boys in the class, were enthralled by her presence. Everyone was silent as she made her way over to the chalkboard, before turning around and bending over to write on it. It gave every boy there the amazing view of her thick derrière, something Harry was looking forward to pounding later.
"The things I would give just to tap that arse…" Dean muttered from behind him.
"Harry." Ron whispered to his side, sounding as if he was in a daze. "Can you give me any tips for asking out an older woman?"
It took him a moment to realize the redhead meant Narcissa. "I don't think she will agree to go out with you, Ron."
"In this classroom," Narcissa suddenly spoke up, turning to face them all with a serious look on her face, having finished writing on the chalkboard. "you will refer to me as Professor Malfoy."
Professor Narcissa Malfoy
Practical Defense 5th Year
"T-That's Malfoy mother?" Ron stuttered in horror. "Oh hell, this is worse than Umbridge!"
"I assure you, I will be a better teacher than Professor Umbridge, Mr. Weasley." Narcissa replied, having heard him.
Ron's face went almost as red as his hair in embarrassment.
A sudden indignant squeak got Harry's attention then, and he looked across the room to see Draco Malfoy gaping at his mother in shock. "M-Mother? W-What are you doing here?"
It was weird how Harry had seemingly forgotten about Draco. Sure, his school bully still taunted him and did his best to make Harry's life hell, but it was almost like Draco was being left behind as Harry moved on with his life to focus on more important things. His various relationships along with the silent war against Voldemort took most of his attention, leaving Malfoy as almost an afterthought, despite the fact he was the son of Harry's courtesan.
Narcissa gained an unimpressed look. "Ten points from Slytherin for speaking out of turn, Mr. Malfoy."
The Slytherin side of the room looked scandalized, meanwhile the Gryffindors were openly grinning. They had been through hell with Umbridge, and to see Malfoy's own mother punishing him was the best payoff.
"This is bloody amazing." Ron whispered in awe.
"As I understand it," Narcissa continued on, ignoring Draco's horrified reaction. "my predecessor failed to teach you anything of value. That will not be the case going forward."
There was something about the way she spoke that made even the most inattentive students sit up. Harry knew it very well, as Narcissa had taken to teaching him over the previous summer, whether it be spell practice or pureblood etiquette. That same strictness and competence she seemed to emulate made them all want to do their best.
"I will make one thing clear." Her gaze swept over them again, landing briefly on Harry before continuing. "I am not here to coddle you. Nor am I here to push Ministry propaganda or waste time with pointless theory. Defense Against the Dark Arts is a subject of skill and determination, and I will ensure you leave this classroom proficient. So open your textbooks to chapter 5, and today we will begin learning spell deflection."
The next hour was almost therapeutic to Harry, as they underwent one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts classes since fourth year. Afterwards they all left the classroom as if in a daze, wondering if Umbridge truly was gone, and if what they just experienced was even real.
"That was…" Ron spoke as they all left the classroom. "The best class I've ever had."
"Was it because Malfoy lost points, or because you liked looking at his Mum?" Dean asked. "Or because it was his Mum who took away the points?"
"Why not all three?"
"Who knew Malfoy's mum was so fucking hot." Seamus groaned. "Damn…"
"Please, Harry, I'm begging you to help me get with Malfoy's Mum." Ron said desperately. "You've gotten with those other women, so you must have some advice you can give me!"
Harry laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck. "I don't really-"
"Come off it, Ron, Harry's not giving out advice for free." Dean said. "Besides, it's not like you'll have a chance with her anyway."
"You don't know that!"
"Give it up, mate, we all know Professor Malfoy isn't going to bang one of us." Seamus said, before he suddenly looked at Harry strangely. "Well, the same can't be said for Harry. As far as I'm concerned, Malfoy's Mum is fair game for him."
The rest of the boys suddenly turned to him, leaving Harry feeling awkward. It was times like this when his strange womanizer side came up that made him feel uncomfortable, being that it made all of his friends look at him in a different light. It was almost as if they viewed him as above themselves, like a god amongst men who reached heights they would never experience.
It granted him deference amongst the school's male population and a certain degree of respect wherever he went. And while he had experienced such things before, now it seemed like it was multiplied tenfold. He had gone from being known as the Boy-Who-Lived, and then after that he was the Triwizard Champion, and now he was some sort of expert womanizer. All of which went to cement his position as the standard bearer for their generation.
"Harry, if you bang Malfoy's mum, I'll worship you." Dean said first.
"You don't even have to do that, just kissing her will be enough for me."
"How about pictures?" Neville said quietly from the side, his face red. "I'll pay you for them."
"I like your thought process, Nev." Seamus grinned. "Get us pictures of Professor Malfoy, Harry, and we'll owe you one massive favor each."
-
The clicking of heels could be heard as she made her way through the streets of Diagon Alley, returning to her home after another productive day looking for scandals at the Ministry. She owned a nice townhouse in one of the nicest wizarding settlements in Britain, with her only complaint really being that children flooded the shops during the summer months.
She opened the front door and walked into her dim home, pulling out her wand and lightning a nearby candle. It lightened the room just enough that she caught a reflection of herself in a nearby mirror, and smirked when she saw there was nothing to worry about.
Her hair was blonde and curly, something Rita spent an exorbitant percentage of her salary to maintain. And despite her age, her skin was still well maintained and soft, with a body that wouldn't disappoint any potential lovers. Or another way to put it, Rita Skeeter still had the body of the stereotypical sexy reporter.
The past couple of days had been the height of her career. Potter was getting put down, and would never be able to retaliate against her with the Minister going after him. The brat was as good as finished, with his expulsion from Hogwarts being practically inevitable at this point. That wasn't mentioning Madam Bones, or how Rita was going to see the the woman fired from her job, ensuring Rita would never get in legal trouble for her work.
Her non-stop articles about Potter were burying him under a deluge of scandals that would see his name ruined. The brat would never be able to recover, smeared as a womanizer, attention-seeker, murderer, liar, and soon traitor.
A smirk graced her lips as she remembered her next hit-piece on Potter, one that would certainly be a big hit and would give the Minister enough ammunition to fire Amelia Bones and get rid of Potter once and for all.
DOLORES UMBRIDGE MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHES BY POTTER'S HAND
CAN AMELIA BONES DMLE BE TRUSTED TO INVESTIGATE?
She moved over to the desk in her sitting room, where she had the articles written out and waiting to be sent off and published in tomorrow's paper. Rita's smirk suddenly vanished then as she looked over her desk and didn't see them anywhere.
"I must say, this article is certainly interesting." Came a sudden voice from across the room.
Rita spun around, suddenly noticing a woman sitting in the room that she simply hadn't noticed when she walked in. The woman held the article Rita had written earlier, reading through it with a bemused expression on her face. How did she get in here?
"Questions have been brought to light about Mr. Potter's involvement with the disappearance of High Inquisitor Umbridge, with the public questioning whether or not the DMLE can even be trusted to investigate. Especially with Amelia Bones, Harry Potter's lover, as its head." The woman read aloud, not even bothering to look up as Rita pulled out her wand and pointed it at her.
The woman put the paper down then, revealing herself fully, and Rita's expression froze in horror as she recognized the intruder. Julia Zabini. The Black Widow.
The woman was like a panther, a predator that watched Rita and knew she was nothing but prey, someone who could do nothing against her. It was the look that many politicians had given her over the years, one of pure condescension and arrogance. It reminded Rita of those girls back in Slytherin when she attended Hogwarts all those years ago. The rich purebloods who always had the newest dragonhide purses and expensive hair, things that Rita would never be able to afford.
Even now, Rita couldn't help but feel inadequate when facing the woman in front of her, knowing that the Black Widow had her beat. An expensive outfit made of acromantula silk hugged Julia Zabini's curvy form, her hair intricately braided at the top before coming down in waves. The woman truly was man's wet dream, with the flair of her wide hips that supported her fat arse, or the way her outfit outlined the sheer size of her big breasts.
It spoke volumes of Harry Potter that his Mistress was able to dress so well, something that showed off the immense power and wealth he possessed. Nevermind the fact his Mistress was powerful enough politically to potentially hold a spot on the Wizengamot. And yet, Julia Zabini seemed content to be Potter's Mistress, his whore.
Rita wanted to believe the woman in front of her was just playing Potter, becoming his Mistress in some lucrative plot to steal all of his money. And yet Ms. Zabini seemed to genuinely want to be the boy's whore, as Rita had seen with her own eyes in that locker room. Even now she wore all black, coincidentally matching her nickname of the Black Widow, but representing the black that all mistresses wore.
Surely she has to be angry at her position. There had to be infighting behind the scenes amongst Harry Potter's women, as every mistress wanted to rise up to be their Lord's wife at a certain point. It simply seemed absurd in Rita's mind that Zabini would be content to be Potter's Mistress for the rest of her days.
The fact that Potter's future wife was probably going to be Madam Bones, Head of the DMLE, had to be a sore spot for Julia Zabini. The woman was practically known as a serial killer, a seductress, and a man eater, and probably someone Amelia Bones wanted as far away from Harry Potter as possible. I can use that to convince her.
"If that article goes out, it will damage Madam Bones, and might even get her fired." Rita said, trying to pin Zabini against Bones. "That would damage her standing with Potter, and you might even be able to take her place as his wife."
"You want me to betray Harry Potter and side with you against Amelia Bones?" Zabini gave her a pitying look. "Did you really think that was going to work?"
"You expect me to believe Madam Bones will let Potter keep you around?" Rita asked in return.
"It's not my decision who my Lord decides to sleep with." She dismissed her argument. "He already has my devotion and my loyalty, and nothing you say can change that. I would give my life for Harry Potter, and it does not matter if he puts a baby in me or leaves me barren and out to dry for the rest of my life."
Rita could see it in her eyes, the fervent devotion that the woman had to Harry Potter when she spoke of him. It went beyond simply being cockdrunk as Rita originally thought, to where the woman seemed to have Bellatrix Lestrange levels of devotion to her Lord.
"Did you come here to blackmail me?" Rita bitterly asked, realizing she wouldn't be able to make the woman change her mind. "Maybe even kill me? Like you did your previous lovers?"
"Nothing of that sort." Zabini's smirk gained a cruel edge.
"You have a choice, Rita. You can either publish your article, or" She sat a glass of white liquid on the table. "You can drink this."
Rita looked at the liquid strangely. "What is it?"
"I think you know what it is."
For a moment she thought that the glass contained milk, or even some strange potion brew. But then she inhaled the distinct scent that she had only smelled twice before, and she knew exactly what it was. Potter's cum.
The entire glass was filled to the brim with Potter's virile seed, and Rita nearly drooled at the sight. It reignited the desire she had to taste Potter's seed once again, having remained subdued in the back of her mind for some time.
It had been a taste she couldn't get out of her mouth, having remained there ever since that day when she witnessed Potter hose down Amelia Bones with his seed. She had licked it all up after he did that, crawling on the floor to get every last drop. Rita craved to taste his precious seed ever since then, an addiction that could only be satiated by one man, and now she had a way to satisfy it.
She leapt forward, snatching the glass of seed and greedily gulping it down. She could feel how his thick cum ran straight down her gullet, and the sheer magical power it contained.
-
Powerful Veela corrupting and seducing their way into Magical society was a tale as old as time. Luring wizards away from their wives and manipulating powerful politicians were something Veelas were well known for, with too many examples to count of such an occurrence. And one needed no more proof than to look in the heart of the Delacour Chateau.
The Chateau itself was a demonstration of the family's wealth and opulence, a symbol of power that would last generations. It stood on some of the most expensive tracts of land in the world, providing endless views that stretched on for miles, giving anyone who looked a view of rolling hills, fields, or even the distant Mediterranean. But it was not the beautiful home that drew visitors in, nor the exquisite artwork or wealth held within, but the woman who had built it all.
Apolline Delacour lounged on the back terrace of her Chateau as she read her daughter's letter with mild interest. The day was just beginning, leaving her with some time to deal with personal matters before she moved on to her daily activities.
I have failed, Maman. Harry Potter is out of my reach, and has rejected all of my advances.
"It appears that little Fleur is having some trouble." Apolline grinned slightly in amusement as she read her daughter's letter. "Did she truly forget everything that I taught her over the years?"
His love life has been exposed to the world, and everyone knows that he is dating the current British DMLE director. I cannot risk getting close to him without others knowing, and it would stain my reputation if I tried to seduce him.
"Do you truly know so little, ma fille? Didn't I teach you to take what you want before giving others the chance?" Apolline grumbled. "Although, you deserve more credit for trying to get close to someone like Harry Potter."
She looked off to the side at the magazine resting next to her, being the newest edition of La Sorcellerie, the French version of Witch-Weekly, featuring Harry Potter on the cover along with the infamous Black Widow. Apolline had met Julia Zabini before, and would give the woman credit for catching a prize like Harry Potter in her web. It certainly explained why Fleur was having trouble…
The loud sound of slurping suddenly got her attention, and Apolline placed the letter off to the side and looked down. Between her legs, and on her knees, was a pretty brunette woman, eagerly working away at pleasuring Apolline's quim.
"What do you think, Marie?" The Veela asked her. "What should I do about zis… Harry Potter?"
The woman beneath her was one of Apolline's many devotees, a regular at her pussy parties, and more importantly, the wife of the current French Ministry Finance Director. She had been faithful to Apolline for years, whispering sweet "recommendations" in her husband's ear at Apolline's direction.
Apolline had many such servants like Marie, and it not only included women, as men, even couples, eagerly served Apolline Delacour. All of them did so because of the sexual pleasure she could provide them, as her Veela allure left them all fucking like rabbits in insane orgys all while begging Apolline for more.
"You should seduce him, my Lady." Marie replied eagerly, her pupils blown wide with pure lust. "Show him the ways of the Veela, and he'll stay with your daughter for sure."
"I suppose I could do zat." Apolline murmured, before she suddenly grasped Marie's head and pushed her against her quim. The girl moaned at her touch, the Veela's dominance sending shivers through her body and straight to her core.
For Marie, this was what she lived for. The benefits of serving Apolline Delacour were unmatched, as the woman had given her everything from sexual pleasure to riches beyond measure. But for Apolline, the girl was nothing more than a warm-up for the days events, one of many she would take and dominate throughout the day. Sex was power, after all.
It took more than seeing the Delacour Chateau to grasp the sheer amount of wealth and power in Apolline's hands. Fleur's mother was a predator, a Veela possessing power not seen in generations, a witch able to take whatever she wanted whether it be through seduction or force. And it just so happened that she set her sights on Harry Potter.
Send Harry Potter to me, little Fleur. Apolline thought as she began to write a letter back to her daughter. And I will show him the benefits of being with a real Veela.
-
Harry Potter loved older women.
Girls his own age and younger just didn't cut it for him. The way they were so thin or how their assets were underdeveloped. He liked how his lovers filled out their clothes, with their muscle intermixing with healthy amounts of womanly fat to create ideal feminine forms. It didn't mean they were fat, far from it, but instead healthy and seductive, with the only oversized parts of their forms being their breasts, thighs, or bum.
The thought of giving up sex with Narcissa for a slim girl like Ginny Weasley or Parvati Patil was almost unimaginable to him. Simply thinking about their skinny, bony, thin frame jumping up and down on his shaft sounded unattractive. Instead he much preferred Narcissa's thick bum, or even her large breasts, both of which felt warm against his body and were perfect for hugging or groping.
For Harry though, his obsession with older women wasn't just because of their mature bodies. He liked the mental maturity that came with them, unlike the childishness that came with so many girls his own age. His life was difficult after all, and it helped to have someone who was more experienced around to help.
"My roommates think you're hot." Harry said.
A normal girl in his year, other than Daphne, would have been outraged at being told such a thing. But Narcissa laughed instead, finding his words more amusing than scandalous. "I figured as much, especially with the robes I wore."
They both laid in the Defense Professor's bed, the sheets covering their naked forms after a lengthy session. No longer did Harry have to make the long trek to Grimmauld Place to see Narcissa, instead he could simply visit her in her Hogwarts quarters. A shame Julia isn't here, or Amelia.
"So you what you were doing?" He questioned her choice of revealing clothing.
"I didn't mind teasing you in front of your friends, if that's what you're asking." Cissy smirked. "In fact, I thought it was kind of thrilling."
"You had no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you after that." Harry said, pulling her naked form against him in bed. "After class, my roommates were all talking about how hot you were. They even wanted me to seduce you and get them pictures."
His shaft pressed between her fat cheeks and against her labia libs, and Harry felt a small wetness run down his length. It seemed his words excited Narcissa, and he felt her body quiver in pleasure against him.
"Are you getting wet?" He asked, reaching around and grabbing a fistful of boobflesh. "Does the thought of me fucking you in front of them turn you on? Just like how I took you in front of Lucius?"
"Fuck yes." Narcissa panted in his arms. "Y-You have no idea."
"Maybe I'll fuck you in front of the entire class tomorrow, and make your son watch as I pound your fat arse." He whispered in her ear, feeling his own cock stir to life against her quim at the thought. Narcissa's eyes had rolled back in her head in pleasure at his erotic words, her long legs dancing against his own as she desperately sought relief.
"Just think of my roommates, and how they're probably back at the dorm jerking off to the thought of you. Meanwhile you're in bed, naked with me." He continued on. "How about we take some pictures of you sucking off my big cock, and give them something to use?"
Narcissa seemed to reach her peak, and the blonde howled as her body quivered and shook against him. He could feel her core leak like a geyser, soaking his shaft in her womanly fluid. After that she soon calmed down, her eyes closing in exhaustion as she soon drifted off into unconsciousness against his body
That left his own shaft hard and unattended to, and normally he would go into Julia's room to get such a matter resolved, but she wasn't at Hogwarts. Instead Harry went off to sleep like that, with Narcissa in his arms and her own curvy form pressed against him.
It was as he slept that he experienced a vision of the Dark Lord, something that hadn't occurred in some time, and Harry paid careful attention to what was happening.
He watched as Voldemort's snake slithered between the different robed servants hugging the edges of the room, with some of them jumping in fright as the humongous snake brushed against them. In the center of them all sat Voldemort on his throne, a masked Death Eater knelt before him.
"Have all the preparations been made?" The Dark Lord asked.
"Yes, my Lord." The Death Eater before him replied. "We shall make our attack while the guards change rotation tomorrow in the evening, and from there we shall raid the prison and free those inside."
"Perfect." Voldemort hissed in satisfaction. "With my servants freed from Azkaban, our numbers will grow substantially, and our victory will become inevitable."
"Snape." The Dark Lord then turned to a Death Eater standing by the side. "Any news from the Order? Does Dumbledore know of our plan?"
"The Headmaster doesn't believe us capable of pulling of such a feat for quite some time. Our raid on Azkaban will take him completely by surprise." Snape replied monotonously, unaware of Harry glaring at the side of his head. "In fact, the man seems more focused on Potter at the moment, especially with the scandal of his relationships being made public."
"Ah yes, Potter." Voldemort grinned, his head turning as his red eyes went directly to where Harry was.
Harry woke up then, and gasped.