Chapter 22
Chapter Text
There was a dark part of Harry Potter that he liked to keep hidden. It was the dangerous part of himself that he kept locked away, only to be unleashed in the most dire of circumstances.
It was the part of himself that he unleashed when Gryffindor was down a hundred points against Slytherin in quidditch, when he would stop holding back and personally carry the team to victory. And it was also what he unleashed when he killed that basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, or even in the first task against the Hungarian Horntail.
And in some sense, it was the same part of himself he unleashed during the roughest bouts of sex. The kind where he fucked Julia Zabini so hard that she fell unconscious, only for him to rennervate her back and fuck her hard once again. Or even when he fucked both her and Cissy at the same time, throwing Narcissa's naked body on top of Julia and fucking her without care for their own pleasure.
It was the type of darkness he typically kept buried, restrained, because Harry didn't know what would happen if he didn't hold it back. And yet at the current moment he allowed it to roam free, fully embracing the dominant and ruthless side of his personality.
"Is this all you can do?" He couldn't help but wonder as he fucked Apolline Delacour through yet another orgasm, feeling her pussy squeeze his shaft. "You sure talked big game, you old Veela bitch."
He had thought she had him with that blowjob trick, being able to swallow his entire cock, and then even his testicles. And yet that was just a way for her to take him off guard. She wanted him weak, unprepared, so she could swoop in and dominate him at the game of sex. He could see her line of thought, expecting him to blow his load within a matter of moments before he bowed down to her might.
It was different from the strategy he used in the bedroom, as Apolline utilized more finesse and teasing to go along with her seduction. She would have her prey begging by the time they arrived in bed, ready to do anything Apolline wanted if it meant getting more.
His strength in the bedroom was nearly the opposite of her own. Brute force and powerfucking his way to victory had always worked, and Harry had yet to meet someone who could match him.
She might be a creature of sex, powerful in her own right, but her flame didn't compare to his own when it came to sexual endurance. Big tits and a fat juicy ass would have most men begging if the woman knew how to use them, but most wouldn't know what to do if that wasn't enough.
The problem was that Apolline had never met a powerful wizard like him, a centennial wizard, and a gifted one at that. She only thought he was somewhat special, gifted with a big cock and a special resistance to Veela allure, but Harry was much more than that.
She mashed her face against the pillow, screaming in pleasure against the fabric as he beared down on her. Harry's thighs continued to collide with the Veela MILF's fat arse, with his finger digging into her fleshy child-bearing hips.
He growled and upped the force of his thrusts, leaning over her body and moving his right hand up to grasp her beautiful big tits. Her platinum-blonde hair was right up against his nose, and he inhaled her womanly scent.
Harry could feel his release coming, and he continued to pound into Apolline with as much force as he could muster. He doesn't even slow down as his shaft thickens and erupts, bathing her core with his thick seed.
He throws his head back in pleasure as his sensitive shaft continues to get squeezed and lubricated by the Veela's insides, and finally Apolline pulls her face away from the pillow so he can hear her scream.
"C-Cum. Cum! There's s-so much cum!" She blabbers out, obviously cockdrunk out of her mind. "You're filling me up so much!"
Harry let out a growl before giving her left arse cheek a harsh slap, making the Veela gasp sinfully. "Bet you didn't expect me to last this long, eh milf?"
She pants deeply, and Harry can just tell she is rethinking entire portions of her life in that moment. Veela were creatures of sex, after all, and he was surely giving her a shakeup with this insane bout of rutting. Whatever plans or schemes she had for him were out the window at this point, useless because of how he had dominated her.
He reached up and grasped her hair with his right hand then, tightening his hold on her locks so deeply that it goes all the way down to her scalp. He pulls back, and brings Apolline with him, making her arch her back.
"W-What are you doing?" He can hear the realization in her voice, the irrevocable fact that she is dealing with a monster in bed.
He kneels behind her with his girthy shaft embedded deep in her core, one hand grasping her child-bearing hips, while his other pulls her by the hair like some sort of wild animal. Her own legs and arms have practically given up at this point, and it's only his muscular thighs that bear the weight of them both.
"I'm going to fuck you like a whore."
"N-Non! Do-"
Apolline Delacour has no time to respond as his first thrust drives the wind out of her. His next one makes her see stars, before the grip on her hair literally pulls her back to reality. She lets out shallow breaths, barely able to get air into her lungs before the next thrust hits.
Spittle erupts from her mouth then, the force of the fucking making her look like some rampaging beast. Each thrust slams into her, send wads of saliva shooting from her gaping mouth. She barely has time to think, to even breath, as the pounding forces all coherent thought from her mind.
"AAAAGH!" She finally gets enough air in her lungs, but by then the only thing she can do is scream. "TAKE ME! TAKE ZE VEELA! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!"
Harry's grip on her scalp tightens, making her back arch just that much more. A clear impression of his bulging, thick shaft can be seen on her stomach, and he can feel his balls priming for another load.
His cock is twitching violently, each vein bruising against the sides of her stretched pussy and sending pleasure straight to his brain. He can feel her Veela allure as well, unrestrained and thick in the air, making him feel that much more pleasure. All it does is make him fuck her that much harder, and his balls are ready to deposit another load.
With a final thrust, he sends her sprawling onto the bead beneath him. Her limbs are too tired to move, and she can do nothing as her kneels above her. Harry then grasps his massive cock with one hand, stroking the girthy shaft above the mature Veela before letting it erupt.
His first load is enough to drown a man, a thick wad of cum that damn near covers her back. The one after that turns her back into a small lake of cum, before his third load covers her hair in wizard seed.
Harry strokes himself all the while, pumping out load after load as he covers the Veela MILF beneath him in his thick seed. It's the actions of a conqueror, or how the cheapest of whores would be treated in the bedroom. It's totally unbecoming for a Lady like Apolline Delacour, but she can't complain when he's already conquered her.
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She can hear the loud sounds of sex and the slapping of skin from outside the bedroom walls, and Fleur can only wonder what she has done. They're still going?
She's walking the halls of Delacour Chateau, having arrived here and not returning to Grimmauld Place after the Azkaban raid. It was all part of her plan, to give Harry that portkey which would take him to her Maman instead of back to Headquarters.
From there, Apolline Delacour would seduce Harry, as she said she would in her letter, and from there he would be handed over to Fleur. It would solve all of her problems, removing him from the arms of those other sluts, and making sure Harry would only ever experience Veela sex for the rest of his life.
And Apolline would ensure it, giving Harry sex so good that he could never experience anything else. He would be caught in their trap, begging for Veela and Veela sex only.
Her Maman is beyond skilled when it came to art of sex, and so it is surprising to hear Harry has lasted so long. Even if he has a lot of experience with other women, much to Fleur's jealousy, he shouldn't be able to go toe to toe with Apolline Delacour for so long.
She had seen the woman reduce men to quivering messes, entrap entire rooms full of aristocrats and turn them from formal meetings into depraved orgies using her Veela allure. If her victims didn't start begging or lose their minds to lust, then they usually fell unconscious. And yet Harry is still going?
She opens the door to the master bedroom, fully expecting to see Harry on his last legs. She could already picture the mature Veela's buxom form on top of him, her pussy destroying his big cock as her breasts jiggle. Instead, what she finds in that room shakes her to the core.
"Oui! Oui! OUI! HARDER! GAH! YOU'RE BREAKING ME MON COEUR!" Apolline Delacour screams.
She is on all fours, her gorgeous platinum-blonde hair loose and disheveled as her arse is raised high in the air. Behind her is Harry Potter, seemingly a monster in human form, as he fucks the living shit out of the older Veela.
His massive shaft slams into the woman's pussy over and over, doing so brutally and without mercy in a way that it almost makes Fleur wince. She can see they way his fingers dig into her thick, child-bearing hips, before moving to spank her arse.
SMACK
"N-NON!"
SMACK
"OUI! OUI!"
Harry groaned and moves one hand to grasp the woman's hair, and Fleur then notices nearly her entire body is coated in cum. It was almost as if Harry had defiled the older Veela's body by coating her with his thick seed.
"H-How?! HOW ARE YOU DOING ZIS?!" Apolline screams. "Y-YOU'RE BREAKING ME!"
"You thought you were something special." Harry growled, pushing the Veela's body down to the bed. He looms over the woman like some sort of barbarian conqueror, and Fleur can feel her pussy getting soaked to the bone at the scene. "You're just some dumb whore who's gonna spend the rest of her days being my breeding bitch."
"Oui!" Apolline moans, pressed into the luxurious sheets of the bed. "I'm your breeding bitch, Master!"
Harry groaned with deep satisfaction then, pulling his cock all the way out so only the tip is still inside the mature MILF, before slamming down with his entire body weight into her. Fleur watched with wide eyes as he hilted himself all the way, and then as his balls thrum and pump copious amounts of seed into the woman.
Her mind seemed to go blank at that point, her pussy buzzing with arousal as she fails to move. It's like Fleur's entire world is being shattered, the gift of what it means to be Veela utterly made useless by Harry's power. He beat Maman… but how?
It's when he rips his filthy shaft out of Apolline's stretched pussy that she finally finds herself back in the real world. He turns to her with his massive dong dangling erect between his legs, and covered in Veela juices.
He then reaches a coarse hand and grasps it at the base, staring in her direction. "Clean me, bitch."
Fleur felt herself cum.
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Fleur's portkey takes him back to London, arriving several blocks from the townhouse. He doesn't quite head there yet, instead taking a moment to decompress. He knows there's going to be hell to pay when he arrives back at Grimmauld Place, and Harry isn't ready to deal with it all quite yet.
He's tired to the bone, his cock limp and heavy from use, and all he wants to do is be alone. So he made his way to the park, and found a comfortable bench to sit on with a good view of the river.
It's as he's sitting on a park bench alone that another woman joins him, a brunette in her late twenties that looks equal parts tired and irritated. She practically stomps over to the bench and sits down, clearly also trying to get away from her own life's troubles.
She's definitely his type, that much he can tell from one glance. Expensive office clothes and tall heeled boots, all under a tan trench coat that protects her from the cold. She has dark brown hair of the perfect shade, and he can just tell it's expensive to maintain, with clear skin fitting a narrow face. Wealthy, mature, and competent. Too bad she's a muggle.
Normally, he would've tried to talk to her at least, maybe even ask her out. It wouldn't help his reputation as a womanizer, but to Harry, getting close to beautiful women was becoming as normal as breathing. Sadly, he wasn't quite in the mood, and didn't bother starting the conversation.
Surprisingly, she spoke before he did. "Rough day?"
"You could say that." Harry tried not to sigh. If you count breaking into a prison, fighting Voldemort, escaping, and then being ambushed by sexy Veela as a bad day.
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not exactly." He grimaces, knowing he is going to be doing plenty of that in the coming days. There would be an inquisition waiting for him when he arrived back at Grimmauld Place, and then more questions following him in the days after. It would be a miracle if he wasn't mentioned in the Daily Prophet at least once tomorrow.
"Most guys are usually too eager to talk to me." She lets out a breath. "I'm Olivia McKay, by the way."
Harry pauses. When was the last time he had to tell someone his name? "Harry Potter."
"You live around here?"
"Sort of." He shrugged. "Usually I'm away at school… but something came up. You?"
"Just a few blocks over." She says, giving him an odd look. "You didn't runaway from home, did you?"
Harry can't help but smile in amusement, as if remembering an inside joke. I definitely would've run away from the Dursleys if I still lived there. But what about running away from my insane love life? "I don't think my girlfriends would let me."
"Girlfriends?" Olivia asked with a slight smile. "As in multiple?"
"It's at least seven at this point." He hadn't bothered counting.
"Is there an interest list too? Do girls have to stand in line?" She joked.
"There's a line, but typically the pretty girls get to the front pretty quick."
"I can't say that I was expecting this." Olivia giggled. "No wonder you're out here if you have to deal with all that."
"It takes a lot of effort to deal with so many women." He joked, knowing it didn't take any effort from his side at all, as his girls rather served him than it being the other way around.
"I'm sure." She rolled her eyes as she stood up, but the grin didn't leave her face. "You're more than I was expecting, Harry. Any chance I'll see you again?"
"I should be here around Christmas."
"Then I'll look for you then."
Then, to his shock, Olivia moved in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She pulled away with a blush that was hard to spot in the dark, before giving him a grin and heading away.
Chapter 23
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If Harry thought that he would wake up the next day to absolute pandemonium after his battle at Azkaban, then he would be wrong. The Ministry was suppressing the news it seemed, making sure the wizarding world would run smoothly while Voldemort advanced behind the scenes.
It was actually a decision he was quite grateful for, as it gave him time to catch his breath after the events of the past few days. He had returned the Grimmauld Place the previous evening after his detour to the Delacour Chateau to find absolute pandemonium caused in the wake of his partial disappearance. An interrogation led by Amelia and Sirius then left him utterly exhausted, and he had to explain Fleur's 'mistake' with making his portkey several times over.
In the end, it all seemed to work out. Apolline Delacour had been one of his most satisfying conquests yet, and Harry knew it was only a matter of time till he took her daughter. That said, the explanation that he 'met' Fleur's family before heading back to London didn't seem to convince anyone. Amelia, Narcissa, and Julia looked livid with Fleur when everything was finally explained, and they probably knew something was up.
It was a problem that he didn't feel like dealing with anytime soon, and combined with Bellatrix's presence in Grimmauld Place along with Narcissa's deal… My love life seems to be getting complicated.
Harry sighed as he finally entered the Great Hall and headed towards the Gryffindor table. Most of the hall seemed to stop what they were doing and watch him, something that had been normal for years at this point. But it wasn't just the masses of students that watched him, but rather the people closer to him.
His circle of lovers within the walls of Hogwarts was expanding. Daphne, Professor Sinistra, Narcissa, and now Fleur all watched him eagerly when in his immediate vicinity, and would send him flirtatious looks when he happened to look in their respective directions.
It signaled the oncoming game of affection he was about to be wrapped up in, having to choose which girl to spend time with over the others. It was something that likely came with all magical covens and harems, and Harry could only sigh tiredly as he sat down at the Gryffindor table.
"Don't tell us you've gone off and done something bad, mate." Said Seamus from his place nearby.
"Nothing like that." Harry answered. "Just tired."
Silence greeted his answer, until Neville seemed to get the nerve to speak up.
"You weren't in your bed the past few nights, Harry." Neville spoke almost cautiously. "You weren't off doing things with… you know…"
It took Harry a moment a moment to realize what Neville was getting at, even as everyone within earshot leaned in to hear his answer. "W-What? N-No, of course not!"
Dean snorted. "To be fair, it probably takes a lot of effort to keep up with your love life."
"It's your funeral, mate." Ron held a sausage between his fingers. "Having to please that many witches must be a hassle. But to each their own, I suppose."
"It's not like that, I swear!" Harry denied, even as he remembered being with Fleur's mum the day before. To be fair, technically I was fighting Voldemort while I was out… It just hasn't been revealed yet.
The girls nearby seemed to fume to themselves silently, with Hermoine possessing a deep frown on her features. The three chasers, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie all seemed mixed in their feelings, looking like they wanted to defend him yet also scandalized by the notion that the 'little brother' of the Quidditch team was an insatiable womanizer.
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Cho Chang was a screamer.
It was hard not to be when a massive cock was seemingly splitting her in two, stretching her poor pussy to its absolute limits as it thrusted in and out of her. The Asian Ravenclaw let out an ear-defeating deep shriek when her third release finally came, all while her body writhed and shook in pleasure.
Her vision went white as she laid on her back in the abandoned Hogwarts classroom, desperately panting for breath. She could feel the massive cock leave her gaping pussy, and she slowly recovered her senses while her body shook and her pussy trembled from the effort of the past hour. She was exhausted, and couldn't help but glare at the culprit.
Daphne Greengrass of all people stood with a fake, wooden cock in her hand. The Slytherin Ice Queen didn't seem the least bit disturbed by the entire situation, even as she plundered her depths with the massive wooden dildo. After all, It hadn't been her crush who had been pounding Cho all this time, but instead the woman who had taken advantage of her.
It started that day when Cho followed Harry and Greengrass into an empty classroom, right after she had learned about their secret relationship. She was led on by the school gossip and the insane reveal of Harry Potter's romantic life, something that she still struggled to believe. And upon seeing Daphne Greengrass leading Harry Potter into an abandoned classroom that day, Cho simply could not resist the urge to follow.
The boy who asked her out to the Yule Ball was dating Daphne Greengrass of all people, along with his scandalous relationship with Madam Bones as well as Lady Zabini. The quiet and confident front Harry showed to the rest of the school had fooled them all, revealing a barbaric womanizer underneath that set his sights on fucking MILFS of all people. That very reveal terrified every girl their age, and even the younger Ravenclaw girls ran upon catching sight of Harry Potter.
It left Cho either wanting to run away, yell at Potter for tricking them, or even just drop to her knees and worship him. Her mind simply couldn't decide between frustration and eagerness when it came to him, and somehow it led to the situation she was in now, wrapped around the finger of the worst girl in the world.
Daphne fucking Greengrass. Cho snarled the name within the confines of her skull. The blonde Slytherin was the worst girl on the planet, hated by every female in all four Houses and lusted after by every boy in the school. How Harry Potter ended up with her was a mystery, and one that only made the girl even more despised by the female population of their school.
The girl was the antithesis of everything Potter stood for; Slytherin, rich, blonde and buxom, with a nasty streak a mile wide. How a bitch like her managed to get with Harry Potter was unknown, and Cho couldn't help but hate her for it.
"Already done?" The blonde Slytherin asked dismissively, as if Cho's very presence was beneath her.
"You're one sick bitch." Cho breathed out as she tried to recover, attempting to glare at the blonde. "I'd like to see you try and take that thing!"
Greengrass shrugged, and with a casual effort she lifted her head and dangled the fake cock above her mouth. In a smooth movement, the dildo entered her mouth and went all the way down her throat, leaving over the base of it visible.
Cho gaped. Meanwhile Daphne Greengrass deepthroated the fake cock as if it was the easiest thing in the world, before finally removing it and looking at her with a raised brow.
"I-I can do that too!" Cho tried to save face.
"No you can't." The blonde snorted and rolled her eyes. "At this rate, you'll barely be able to hold up your side of the deal. You remember our agreement, do you not?"
"How could I forget."
Her and her Mother. That was the price to be with Harry… as his mistress.
It was after Cho was caught spying on Greengrass and Potter in that classroom that the Ice Queen made her an offer. Cho would be able to be with Harry Potter as his mistress, so long as her mother, the Lady Chang, agreed to be Harry's mistress as well.
She would be a dunderhead not to accept such an offer. It meant getting close to the Lord Potter, the most eligible bachelor in Britain, and someone who was a magical and political powerhouse.
As for Cho's mother… the woman was unmarried after all, so it wasn't like it would affect her. At least, that's what Cho told herself to delay telling the Lady Chang about the magical contract she signed for the both of them.
But why would Greengrass do this? The blonde Slytherin already had competition in her love for Harry Potter. And not just with Madam Bones or Ms. Zabini, but even with the likes of Fleur Delacour.
"Why are you doing this?" Cho really wanted to know the answer to that question. It had bugged her for some time, and for all of her intelligence she couldn't seem to figure it out.
"Harry already has many Witches that lay with him, and soon it will get to the point that his attention will be split between all of us. One wizard can only be with so many witches at a time, after all, and so my plan is to preempt that." Greengrass answered carefully.
Harem politics? Are you kidding me? It was the kind of stuff that only happened in fictional stories and with Kings and Emperors. To be a pawn, like Cho was, in such a scheme was almost surreal.
"And so you want to get Harry's attention by using me and my mother?"
"You'll be part of my faction." Greengrass nodded tightly. "Already, the lines are starting to form, and alliances are being made. Black with Zabini, the Delacours, and Bones is likely to form her own side, likely with Lady Tonks."
Cho once again found herself speechless. "W-Wait! Harry's with that many women?!"
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"Do I really need to wear this?"
The tanned-skin woman looked at her like she was a dunderhead for asking such a question, before her vision blurred as a hand impacted against the side of her face.
SLAP
"Fuck!" Rita reeled at the slap, and glared at Julia Zabini. "The hell was that for?!"
Next thing she knew, the Black Widow was on top of her, holding her by the hair harshly. "Listen, whore, you should be lucky that I don't hand you over to my Lord naked while tied to your own bed with ropes. Yet instead of doing that I've given you everything on a silver platter, but still you challenge me?"
"S-Sorry." She gasped out while trying not to panic. Tied to a bed with ropes doesn't sound all that bad though.
The Black Widow let go of her harshly. "Do not forget who owns you, Rita."
It was a strange sight inside Rita Skeeter's private home within Diagon Alley, one that any man would be lucky to walk into.
Rita was dressed in her finest lingerie, her blonde hair perfectly curled in a fashion that made her appearance seem wild yet sexy. Similar could be said for Ms. Zabini, outfitted in custom black lingerie that Rita was sure Harry had enjoyed many times before. For some reason, Potter's Mistress demanded the both of them wear lingerie when meeting with Harry, as if doing such was a ritual occurrence.
That said, Rita could ignore such improprieties when Ms. Zabini showed up at her home with the story of the century in hand. And not just a first-hand account, but pictures to go with it as well. A raid on Azkaban by the Dark Lord. A duel between the Boy-Who-Lived and You-Know-Who. Harry Potter holds his own against Voldemort and Survives.
Any one of those headlines could have turned heads, but all of them together told of a greater tale that would turn Harry Potter into a legend. And it was Rita Skeeter of all people who had the story, the same reporter who was Harry Potter's nemesis in the press. The irony was not lost on her.
The floo flared in that moment, and Rita's breath hitched as the same dark-haired wizard she was now subservient to stepped out of the fireplace. Intoxicating waves of power rolled off him as he walked, each step sending shivers straight to her core. This wasn't the same boy from the Triwizard Tournament, but a powerhouse strong enough to stand up to the likes of Dumbledore and Voldemort.
"My Lord." Ms. Zabini kneeled as he got closer, and Harry was soon standing over her.
"You've outdone yourself this time, Julia." He loomed over the Black Widow in that moment, his crotch so close to Julia's face that Rita couldn't help but stare.
The Black Widow eagerly unbuttoned his trousers before pulling them down without prompting, revealing the massive cock Rita hungered for. Within moments it was in the woman's mouth, as Julia Zabini expertly sucked his shaft.
GLURP GLUCK SHLURP
Harry didn't so much as glance down as Julia sucked his cock, instead looking at her expectantly and holding out his hand. "The article?"
Rita damn near fell over herself trying to hand it to him, and Harry Potter read the next day's front-page article contently as the buxom MILF sucked his cock. Is this normal for him?
Harry was featured on the front page of the next day's newspaper, with a propagandized photograph of him fighting Voldemort sitting front and center. His wand pointed straight at the Dark Lord, a scowl on his features with his green eyes glowing. It was the type of look that women pleasured themselves over, and Rita was sure many Hogwarts girls would be doing exactly that in the coming days.
Harry read the paper casually, seemingly not caring that a serial killer was expertly sucking his cock all the while. All it did was turn Rita on, and she found her thighs rubbing together as she desperately tried to keep control of her arousal.
"Is it acceptable, m-my Lord?" Rita Skeeter asked from his side, her gaze frequently drifting to Ms. Zabini's bobbing head every now and then.
"It's perfect." He groaned deeply, reaching down to grasp the back of Julia's head before holding her in place. His cockhead twitched from its place within her warm mouth, as she began to swallow copious amounts of his wizard seed that was being pumped down her throat.
Rita licked her lips at the sight.
"There's just one problem." He said, making her heart jump in horror. "Being you."
"M-Me?"
"You might be on my side now, Rita, but I don't know if that's really the case. So, you'll have to prove it."
Prove it. Her heart thumped in her chest, knowing exactly what she had to do. It didn't mean swearing fealty or even a magical vow, but something even deeper. "I'll do whatever you want, my Lord."
Potter snapped his fingers, and Ms. Zabini soon held out a jar of lubricant for him to use. The sight of which horrified yet excited her. "Turn around and bend over for me, Rita."
Her body nearly shook as she did as ordered, as she bent over the couch in her living room. Her arse was out and ready for him to spank and grasp, but Rita knew what was coming was even worse.
"I want you to know, that what I'm about to do, Rita…" He dipped his hand in oil, before using it to lather his massive cock from behind her. "I'm going to enjoy."
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Just because the woman in front of him was subservient to him didn't mean he was going to go easy on her. In fact, Harry planned to do the exact opposite, taking out years-worth of frustration on the blonde reporter.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
His muscular thighs railed against her arse with each thrust, as the blonde reporter screamed in pleasure beneath him. But he ignored her cries for him to slow down or stop, simply holding her body tighter as he thrusted even harder.
It was all about chasing his own pleasure, after all. That, and absolutely ensuring Rita Skeeter knew that he owned her.
"HUAAGH! GAH! S-SO BIG!"
He thought of Hermione and the various scandalous articles Rita had written about her, or even just the many times he had been smeared as a liar and cheater during the Triwizard Tournamnet by the reporter. All of which had burned and tarnished his reputation, and Harry did his absolute best to recall those times as he pounded the shit out of her.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"M-MY ARSE… YOU'RE TAKING MY ARSE!"
He had yet to fuck a woman's arse until that moment, knowing such an action was known to be immensely painful yet also pleasurable. It was also a way for him to get a smidge of petty satisfaction over the blonde reporter, letting her never forget that Harry Potter of all people had been the one to take her arse.
Rita Skeeter was a whore in his mind, someone who didn't belong standing next to the rest of his lovers. It was why he was so brutal and uncaring in his lovemaking, as he guessed she had been fucked by other men many times before. But Harry wanted her time with him to be simply unforgettable in the woman's mind, ensuring she would remember him for the rest of her days.
He leaned in closer as his release came near, looming over her body as his left hand grasped her shoulder while his right dug into the flesh of her arse. Rita continued to scream, even as he fucked her straight through the beginning of his orgasm.
"C-CUM! Y-YOU'RE CUMMING IN MY ARSE!"
Harry growled like a beast and pulled out mid-release, before picking Rita's body around and throwing her down on her back. She moaned wantonly as load after load left his cock and began painting her front in thick wizard seed, spraying her from her gaping arse all the way to her tits.
"Y-You took her arse." He looked over expecting to see Julia amused with his pettiness. But instead she looked quite angry and even jealous. "Why haven't you done that with me yet?"
Chapter 24
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Harry knew immediately when he woke up that very day would be one of the most crucial in his entire life. The worst part of it was that he had to sit by the wayside the entire time, watching as everything played out and hoping it would all go his way.
Deep down, Harry knew that he had nothing to worry about. He already had his allies in place, whether it being in the Ministry, the press, or even at Hogwarts. Amelia stood tall in her position as DMLE director, able to maneuver past the turbulent storm that came with the reveal of their relationship. She was primed and ready to deal with the public finally accepting Voldemort's return, and would likely gain immense power within the Ministry in the coming days.
In the background, both Rita and Ms. Zabini were working behind the scenes to ensure his public image would remained intact, and Harry looked forward to finally getting some good press. At Hogwarts, he already had Daphne and Fleur in his corner to call upon, with Narcissa secretly being his agent on the school staff.
The only real concern was over how the public, the Ministry, and Dumbledore would react, especially in that order. He had already done what he could to convince everyone of Voldemort's return, and Harry was sure that he would finally be vindicated with the incoming morning paper that proved he was telling the truth.
As for the Minister, and the Ministry at large, Harry was sure that Fudge would do his best to weasel his way out. The corrupt Minister had done his utmost best to avoid scandals and controversies in the past, yet Harry doubted he would be able to survive this one. The Wizengamot would likely get rid of him by the end of the week, and without Lucius Malfoy or Umbridge around to back him… Fudge was finished.
All this ran through his mind as he entered the Great Hall alone, drawing the usual looks and glares from onlookers as he headed toward the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore sat at the head of the staff table, as usual, with Narcissa and Sinistra sitting among with other Professors right behind the Headmaster.
Harry made his way over and sat at his usual spot at the Gryffindor table, next to Ron and across from Hermione. Across the room, Daphne managed to catch his eye, and gave him an encouraging nod. A few tables over, Fleur Delacour also looked his way, and they briefly made eye contact before she blushed and looked away.
"Sleep well, mate?" Ron asked, sporting a mouthful of pancakes at his side.
"Don't eat and speak, idiot." Hermione muttered as she sat across from them.
A fluttering of wings signaled the arrival of owls along with the morning paper in that moment, saving him from having to speak. All it did was increase his own anticipation, knowing what he worked so hard for was about to finally happen.
Hedwig managed to get to him first, barreling through the stream of owls and landing in front of him with the morning paper. Harry took it with shaky hands, undoing the twine that bound it and flipping to the front page.
He froze, and the whole table seemed to hold its breath.
LORD POTTER FIGHTS THE RETURNED DARK LORD
In a shocking turn of events, the return of the Dark Lord as detailed by Harry Potter has been confirmed. In a battle that took place while You-Know-Who was attempting to free his followers from Azkaban prison, Lord Potter confronted and was able to fend off the Dark Lord (pictured above).
The Ministry, as well as the public at large, has been thrown into complete disarray by these sudden events, all while the Minister has yet to officially provide a comment. As is well known, Minister Fudge has denounced Lord Potter as a liar on numerous occasions-
At the head table, Dumbledore choked on his tea. Meanwhile, pandemonium broke loose among with younger students who managed to glimpse the paper early.
The photograph of him battling Voldemort in the ruins of Azkaban was featured prominently on the front page. It showed the returned Dark Lord clear as day, looking as evil as he was monstrous, a snake-like face and twisted expression that looked extremely unappealing to any potential new recruits.
Hermione leaned closer. "H-Harry… is that—?"
Students up and down the table were already reaching for their copies. Gasps echoed, pages flipped, and reactions varied widely across the Great Hall.
Ron's eyes widened as he read over Harry's shoulder. " 'The Wizengamot has ordered an immediate Emergency Session to address the issue, all while demands for Minister Fudge's resignation are rising…' Bloody hell, Fudge is done for."
"It has details of the duel." Hermione said, scanning her copy, voice rising with disbelief. "Harry, when did this even happen? You haven't told us about any of this!"
"Never mind that, Hermione, the paper even brings up details about the Tournament last year! The graveyard, the portkey, Cedric, and even Crouch Jr. are mentioned in this!" Ron exclaimed with disbelief, derailing Hermione entirely.
But Harry wasn't paying attention to them, instead focusing on the rest of the Great Hall. All over, heads were swiveling his direction with all kinds of varied reactions. At the Slytherin table, the more darker pureblood students were looking at him with downright terror, contrasted to Daphne and her group which looked immensely pleased.
The rest of the hall, those who weren't in the loop, had a wide-ranging assortment of reactions. The younger students either cheered or cried in terror, while the older years who despised him the most looked downright miserable. All while whispers rang out through the crowd and people gestured his way.
"H-He fought him?"
"He dueled You-Know-Who? And at the graveyard too?"
"So it's true? All of it?"
Harry clenched his fists in his lap, jaw tight, and did his best to suppress the years-worth of frustration. He was finally vindicated, having beat the accusations of being an attention-seeker along with being a downright liar and fraud. He should have been happy, but really he was just irritated that it took so much effort to get people to finally be on his side.
Professor McGonagall stood at the staff table, lips pursed as she carried her own copy and exited into the antechamber. Snape didn't look the least bit happy, as he stared down at the paper like it had personally offended him.
Across the hall, Draco Malfoy's face had gone pale, and the blond's hand shook as he tried to sip some tea.
But it wasn't Malfoy or Dumbledore's reactions who garnered his attention, but rather that of the female students. Older girls sent him looks that were downright debasing, while even some of the younger years tried to compete with their older female counterparts to get his attention by any means necessary.
For better or worse, it signaled the arrival of a new era in Hogwarts. One where Harry was their god.
-
Water splashed in the bathtub as Narcissa ran a washcloth over her sister's form, rubbing once beautiful skin in soap before water washed it away. Her older sister stayed still all the while, docile unlike she usually was, allowing Narcissa to continue cleaning off the years of dirt and grime that came from Azkaban.
After freeing Bellatrix, Narcissa made the decision to keep her contained in her old room within Grimmauld Place. Of course, the room was enchanted to be secure and searched beforehand to make sure she couldn't escape, before Bellatrix was locked inside and given three meals a day as delivered by the house elves.
It was more than the woman deserved, being much more comfortable than a cell in Azkaban. But Narcissa's goal wasn't to punish Bellatrix, but rather to rehabilitate her.
Her sister used to be beautiful, and Narcissa knew it would take time till she was beautiful once again. But it wasn't just Bella's beauty she was trying to reclaim, but also the woman's mind. Years in Azkaban could twist anyone's brain, and even before prison Narcissa knew her sister was mentally unwell. All it meant was that she had a long road ahead of her, especially if it meant getting her ready for Harry.
Her dainty fingers gripped Bella's long black hair, coating it with shampoo and washing it thoroughly. At least her hair still looks beautiful.
Bellatrix was oddly quiet, seemingly stewing in her own thoughts for once rather than lashing out in whirlwind of rage. It was quite unexpected, and Narcissa was glad she didn't have to walk in on her sister having a tantrum while trashing her room for once.
"Cissy." Bella began to sing-song her name then. "Cissa, my beautiful baby sister. Narcissa."
She sighed. "Yes, Bellatrix?"
"It's Bella. You always called me Bella."
"What is it, Bella?" She repeated.
"What happened to the Dark Lord?"
Narcissa froze, her eyes widening as her hand paused for but a moment. "He was defeated, by Harry Potter."
"I know that." Bellatrix rolled her eyes, as if she was talking to a child. "Everybody knows the Dark Lord was beat by itty-bitty-Potter, but what happened to him after?"
"After?" She realized that her sister couldn't have known what was going on while in prison all those years. Even with Voldemort's return, and his subsequent battle with Harry, Bellatrix had been unconscious and missed all of it. "After his defeat, he fled and went into hiding."
"That doesn't sound like the Dark Lord." Bella frowned. "Only a coward would hide and not show his face after being defeated by a baby."
"Maybe you picked the wrong Lord to serve then." She couldn't help but say in return.
Her sister's eyes narrowed. "Careful, Cissy. I haven't forgotten your refusal to take the mark and serve the Dark Lord."
Her old self would have bowed her head in that moment, having been abashed and ashamed by the truth of her sister's words. And yet Bellatrix was dealing with a different Narcissa this time, not the trophy wife of Lucius Malfoy, but instead the courtesan and trusted lover of Lord Potter. "Maybe I found a different Lord to serve faithfully."
Bellatrix spun to glare at her, but the action wasn't nearly as terrifying as it used to be in her younger years. "You wouldn't dare!"
She allowed herself a small smile. "I've put my trust in a much younger, virile, and kinder Lord. One that will grow to be much stronger than yours and have a much greater impact on our world."
"Y-You, you…" Bella fumed, but she let out a gasp when Narcissa gave her hair a harsh tug as she cleaned it.
"Doesn't that sound better, Bella? Serving someone with true power along with a body built for breeding witches like us? Why even go back to the Dark Lord when we both know he'll never give you what you truly want?"
Bellatrix's expression changed so she could gape in shock. The black-haired witch knew exactly what her blonde sister meant by those words, just as Narcissa knew precisely what Bellatrix desired most of all. To be bred and give birth to powerful children. And it would be Harry Potter who would give it to her.
-
He let out a tired sigh when his day finally came to an end. Having classes back to back, intermittent with staring and giggling girls, along with awestruck and envious boys was getting tiring. Combined with the possibility of some unforeseen variable popping up in the war against Voldemort, and Harry felt quite tired when his late-night astronomy class came to an end.
He half expected for Voldemort to rage and lash out after that morning's article, and yet it seemed nothing untoward occurred. The same could be said for the Ministry, as an emergency Wizengamot meeting would take place soon where Fudge would likely be replaced. In his mind, everything seemed to be working out, but that didn't stop him from worrying.
Harry was almost tempted to head back to Grimmauld Place, and sleep in his own bed while enjoying the pleasures of the flesh that awaited him there, but his bed in the Gryffindor dorm would suffice for the night. The only problem was that he had to descend the entire Astronomy tower to get there first, a wearisome endeavor to do so late in the evening.
His roommates seemed to think similarly, as Neville yawned tiredly while Dean rubbed his eyes to keep himself awake. "I think I'll need to sleep late after this."
"We got potions in the morning." Ron grimaced. "And Snape would probably give us detention till the end of the year if we showed up late."
He was about to reply, but a flash of yellow suddenly caught his eye, and he looked to the side to see Hannah and Lavender eyeing him. They both giggled upon getting his attention, and Abbott adjusted her yellow tie to give him a better view of her grand cleavage while Lavender sent a suggestive look his way
"Stay after class, Mr. Potter." Professor Sinistra suddenly said, and he spun to see the beautiful Astronomy Professor heading towards him with a frown.
Most of the students had already left the Astronomy classroom at that point, leaving Harry standing awkwardly while his roommates looked towards him for guidance.
"Want us to wait for you, mate?" Ron questioned.
He turned to see his best friend looking around cautiously, as if someone could attack them at any moment. Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville had surrounded him like guards all day, something that he was grateful for after the news about him battling Voldemort broke that morning. They were able to scare off any potential attackers as well as girls looking to take advantage of him.
"You guys go on ahead." Harry replied.
When the classroom finally cleared, it was just him and the sexy Astronomy Professor, coincidentally being the same woman he hadn't said a word to since fighting Malfoy and Umbridge in the forest. Or to be more specific, she was the woman he had fucked for a power boost and then awkwardly avoided ever since.
"You have no idea what it's like, watching all those girls fawn over you." Professor Sinistra said with some humor. "Even the girls in my seventh year class were coming up with some scheme to get with you."
Harry snorted, imagining that the girls in seventh-year NEWT Astronomy weren't all that bright, and hardly the type of women he'd be attracted to. Even if they were concocting some plan to seduce him or even use a love potion, Harry knew that he had bigger concerns when it came to people out to get him.
Professor Sinistra leaned down then, giving him a magnificent view of her cleavage. He managed to pull his gaze upwards, only to be greeted by her smug smirk and flirtatious gaze. Clearly she was up to something, and Harry wondered if she wanted a repeat of the sex they had in the forest.
Take control. Don't let her walk all over you. He had done it before, as several women he had been with required a firmer hand to subdue and bring into his harem. And it only seemed he would have to get more forceful as time went on, having to use rougher methods to manage his harem.
Harry had seen the looks sent his way since the morning paper came out, and he knew it was only a matter of time till girls were scrambling over each other to get him. For all he knew, there was already infighting between girls over who would get with him, and he didn't want to sit back and act like a glorified sex toy to be passed around by over ambitious women.
"And what about you?" He asked with an arrogant grin. "Did you have a scheme to have your way with me after class, Professor?"
"Maybe I do." Aurora replied huskily. "There only so much action a woman can get as a Professor, after all."
Take her. He moved in and pushed her back up against the stone battlements, and soon his mouth was latched onto her neck to give her a hickey. The exquisite Astronomy Professor moaned in pleasure, her hands going up to roam through his hair and dig into his scalp. And that was when Harry struck, and she gave a yelp as he spun her around.
Next thing she knew, Aurora Sinistra's head and exposed breasts were hanging over the stone tower, with her thick arse pressed against Harry's thighs. His fat cock pressed against her clothed bum, as both his hands reached forward to grip her big breasts. The Astronomy Professor moaned loudly, and her voiced echoed out through the night and drifted over the castle below.
"Is this what you want, Professor?" Harry asked from above her, as he enjoyed the feeling of her exposed breasts. "For me to take you right here and now? Right where anyone can look up and see us?"
"Fuck me." Sinistra sounded on the verge of passing out. "Y-You're something else, Harry Potter."
"And you're practically begging for me to fuck you." He whispered in her ear, and Aurora's eyes nearly rolled up into her skull in pleasure.
Her hips gyrated against him, rubbing her arse against his clothed cock as she dry-humped him in heat. "You think it's easy being a Professor? I'm practically trapped in this school year round, and it's not easy to date when I can only do so during the summer. Never mind that I can't exactly sneak men into the castle if I just so happen to get a boyfriend."
Her words came off as more desperate than he was used to hearing, but not to the point of begging for his affection. Harry genuinely felt some pity for the Astronomy Professor and the lack of love in her life. It was different that he was used to with his own girls, as women like Julia and Apolline had no shortage of lovers if they so desired them.
He decided to make her an offer, seeing if she wanted to go forward and have a relationship with him. "Become my Mistress, and I'll let you live with me. Hell, I'll even build you an observatory if you want."
"Heh, I might take you up on that." Professor Sinistra sounded almost delirious from pleasure. "Maybe I'll give you an answer when you're not palming my tits."
"Fair enough." He pulled away, allowing the woman to get up while sporting a strange expression.
"So… are we doing this or not?" She asked with a frown, her breasts still exposed to the open air.
Harry let an evil smirk grace his lips. "I could fuck you here and now, Professor, but I think I'll wait."
"Huh? Wait, come back here!" She yelled at him as he walked off, heading towards the tower's exit. "Potter! D-Detention for not listening to your Professor!"
He let out a laugh as he reached the door and began descending the steps downwards. "You'll have to do better than that, Professor."
Harry ignored the profanities thrown his way as he headed down, instead laughing his arse off until he reached the bottom of the Astronomy tower. The events of the day, along with the days before, seemed to hit him in that moment.
Everything from fighting Voldemort, being tricked by Fleur, joining with Rita Skeeter, having that article published, and finally exposing Voldemort's return while potentially ruining Fudge's career made him almost hysterical with laughter. The way that all of it seemed to go his way simply made him laugh that much harder.
"What's so funny, Potter?" Came an annoying voice then, sounding more irritated than usual.
Harry looked up to see Draco Malfoy scowling in his direction, and it only made him laugh that much harder. It reminded him that he was fucking the boy's mother, and had even got the best of his father when Lucius ambushed him.
"Just thinking about the great victory I've achieved over your Dark Lord." He said with an arrogant smirk, which made the Malfoy heir redden in rage.
"You might be all high and mighty now, Potter, but just wait till the Dark Lord gets ahold of you and all your whores." Draco sneered.
"You talk big game, Malfoy. But that's all it is… talk." Harry said with a snort. "You can't back it up, your father couldn't back it up, and not even Voldemort can even back it up."
Malfoy reached into his cloak and pulled out his wand then, brandishing it threateningly, but it didn't deter Harry in the slightest. Instead, he looked at Draco as if he was a child, making him that much more furious. "I could end you here and now, Potter."
"You want to know how this all ends, Malfoy? It ends with Voldemort dead and you along with your lackeys in prison." He let his wand leave his holster as it fell into his hand. "Your mother might miss you, but don't worry, I'll make sure Professor Malfoy will be too busy taking my cock to care."
The veins nearly popped out of Malfoy's skull in rage at that point, as he raised his wand to point it in Harry's direction, before giving it a grand flourish. "IMPE-"
A casual flick of Harry's wand banished him into the wall, slamming him harshly against the stone and sending his wand scattering. Harry had casted the banishing charm nonverbally, doing so before Draco could get halfway through his own spell.
He casually walked over to the blond Slytherin then, before reaching down and grasping him by the hair harshly. Draco hissed in pain, as Harry hauled him up. "If you hurt me or any of my women, then I'll kill you. Is that understood, Malfoy?"
Malfoy sneered and then hissed out in pain, only to eventually give up and nod shakily.