Chapter 34
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Harry took his cup of tea with both hands, casually taking a sip as he took in his surroundings. The tea shop they were in was moderately busy, the midday crowd piling in from Diagon Alley for lunch. His 'date' sat across from him, trying and failing to stay composed as the other customers kept looking their way.
Usually he was able to visit Diagon Alley and other wizarding establishments without worrying about too many people recognizing him, but that luxury was gone now. He had been featured in various newspapers and magazines too many times now, his face printed on the cover of the Daily Prophet on an almost daily basis. It meant that going out in public was bound to get him recognized, which was why Harry typically restricted his outings to private, clandestine events.
What he was doing now wasn't a typical date or outing in the sense of him wanting to enjoy another person's presence, but rather a move on the chessboard in his game against Dumbledore. Across from him sat Nymphadora Tonks, the woman Dumbledore chose to spy on him.
They were at a tea place that Tonks regularly frequented, with Fleur also being a customer. It was all so people could spot them in public, and hopefully, get the word back to Dumbledore that Nymphadora was succeeding in her mission of seducing him.
"I feel like an animal on display in the zoo." Tonks remarked as she sat across from him.
"I still can't believe you and Fleur visit this place." He remarked, idly eyeing the gaudy pink wallpaper that reminded him a bit too much of Umbridge. The tea parlor was clearly popular, based on the number of customers, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why.
"It's not that bad. We just go here because it's convenient." Tonks glanced at the other customers and grimaced. "Although they usually don't stare at us the entire time when we visit."
While most of the place's occupants were staring at him, a significant number were eyeing Tonks. Andromeda's daughter had changed her appearance—not quite going full Veela mode—but still came across as an exotic beauty. Long pink hair that was straightened and polished to a gloss shine, an aristocratic face that was common for members of House Black, along with a buxom body that any man would drool over.
She was a sight to see, especially with those formal robes that leaned towards being more muggle than traditionally pureblood in style. To the people eyeing them, it would give the impression that Harry was on a date with a beautiful foreign witch, rather than a lowly-ranked auror.
"Hey, is that…" Tonks trailed off, seemingly spotting someone she knew in the crowd. "Hey Penny!"
"Tonks, it's good to see you!" Penelope Clearwater smiled as she walked over, eyeing Nymphadora's appearance. "You've really changed your look. You look great!"
"Thanks." Tonks replied, seemingly embarrassed, before she gestured towards him. "I'm not sure you've met Harry before?"
"Hi Penny." He nodded, remembering the Ravenclaw prefect from his time at Hogwarts. "It's good to see you again."
"Oh, um- Hi, Harry." She awkwardly replied, seemingly noticing him for the first time. "I-I'm afraid that I have to get going, don't want to be late!"
"Penny, wait!" Tonks called out, but it was too late as the former Ravenclaw took off, hastily leaving the tea shop and darting out the door. "Damn."
"Guess she's in a hurry to get to work." He remarked.
"She's unemployed." Tonks frowned, before her gaze narrowed in on him. "Maybe she was worried about you asking her out. She is an older witch, after all. And you do tend to ask everyone I meet out."
Harry grimaced, before deciding to play along with her teasing. "Still too young for my liking. She's got to be at least twenty-five before I take interest."
"I don't think Fleur would like that." Tonks said after a moment. "Nor would Greengrass."
"Daphne is my betrothed, so it's different." Their relationship started as the muggle equivalent of an arranged marriage, and not a mutual attraction. "As for Fleur, I haven't exactly done anything with her, so my point stands."
"Ugh, men." Tonks looked completely lost. "You know, most men would chase after younger women, and not the other way around. I don't know whether my gender should be insulted or immensely pleased because of you."
He shrugged, and soon the two of them left the tea place and were strolling down Diagon Alley, arm in arm. Contrary to what one might think, they hadn't traveled to Diagon Alley just to go on their pretend date. Harry needed to make a trip to Gringotts with Amelia and Narcissa accompanying him, and it had been his lovers' idea for him and Nymphadora to go on their fake date before heading to the bank.
And that was where they were headed now, having received enough public attention before deciding enough time had elapsed. Harry had vaults to manage and documents to sign, especially with so many big Ministerial events coming up, including Narcissa's run for Minister and the first Wizengamot meeting of the year.
"Hey, is that Malfoy?" Nymphadora suddenly asked, getting Harry's attention as he looked over to see Narcissa's son.
Malfoy wore all black, and a severe yet troubled expression on his face. He looked rougher than Harry had ever seen before, and was clearly struggling in the aftermath of losing his parents. Not that he had any sympathy for Draco, seeing as he had done nothing but try and make Harry's life a living hell ever since arriving at Hogwarts.
Draco looked around for any potential onlookers as he stood at the entrance to Knockturn Alley, before ducking his head and making his way in.
"Clearly up to no good." Harry remarked, pushing down the urge to tail him. He had been caught up in enough of Malfoy's plots and schemes over the years, and didn't want to indulge whatever game he was playing.
"I'd say you're wrong, but I've seen a hundred wizards arrested just like him since I became an auror." Tonks scowled. "Too bad my aunt didn't have a daughter."
Tonks' appearence morphed then, growing taller as her hair shifted to become light blonde in color. Her face became a bit narrower, her eyes turning gray as was typical of the Malfoy family. She looked like an older, feminized version of Draco Malfoy, as if she was the older sister he never had. If Narcissa and I had a daughter, would she look similar to this?
She did look very beautiful, but the snobbish sneer on her face ruined that beauty. It didn't help that Tonks tried very hard to imitate what a female version of Draco would sound like in that moment. "What are you looking at, Pottah?"
"A dumb bitch who belongs on her knees." He scowled.
It was too bad in his mind that Narcissa didn't have a daughter, and Draco an older sister. She would've been the perfect addition to his growing relationship circle. Maybe I'll just have Tonks stay in this form.
"W-What?!" Draco's fake older sister blushed.
"Kneel before your Lord, Ms. Malfoy." He sniffed like a snotty pureblood, acting the part. "And that's Lord Potter to you."
Nymphadora's appearance changed back to what it originally was, as she glared at him. "Not funny."
"I think the correct response would be 'my father will hear about this!'."
They soon entered Gringotts through a private side entrance, preferring not to have onlookers inside notice that Harry was visiting the bank. It was a luxury afforded to only the most important of clientele, and with Harry's newfound status and wealth, it was something he took advantage of.
From there a goblin guided the two of them to a private conference room, opening the door to reveal that Narcissa and Amelia were seated inside. The former of which had done most of the heavy lifting for Harry's accounts, legally being his courtesan which meant she was responsible for his House's finances.
"Good, you've arrived." Narcissa smiled at the two of them. "We are almost done preparing everything."
Arkjaw, the same goblin he had dealt with at the bank last time, sat on the opposite side of the table from Narcissa and Amelia. Various stacks of parchment filled the table's surface, each having a different purpose varying from account deeds to Mistress and betrothal contracts that he needed to validate.
"First will be the contract between Lord Harry Potter and Lady Amelia Bones." The goblin grunted out, placing a formal-looking parchment in front of him to sign.
"We're having our courting agreement notarized so it's more official." Amelia explained at his questioning glance. "Polite society likes these things to at least look proper, as to not give the impression that we're fooling around. It's the most lax contract I could come up with, and can be broken off anytime one of us wants to do so."
He nodded and signed it without question, trusting Amelia completely. While they hadn't discussed specifics, the two of them were practically destined to get married in the future, and signing a simple courting agreement rather than a betrothal contract was the least he could do.
"Next will be your request to combine the Black, Malfoy, and Lestrange vaults into the Potter vault." Arkjaw spoke. "I'm afraid that Gringotts cannot acquiesce to this request."
Part of their plan was to annex the vaults from the Malfoy and Lestrange Houses via Narcissa and Bellatrix. Since Lucius was dead and Draco still hadn't taken up his Lordship, it ended up with Narcissa having complete control over the Malfoy fortune. She could still access Lucius' vault and transfer the wealth over to Harry's own vault, and had agreed to do so in the aftermath of hers and Draco's confrontation right before Yule break.
As for the Lestrange vaults, Bellatrix was the only person with access to them, with her former husband and his brother being dead. Luckily the eldest Black sister was slowly coming over to their side, with much persuasion from Narcissa, and had given them written permission to manage her vault a few days ago.
"What?" Narcissa looked furious. "They legally belong to Lord Potter!"
The goblin scowled. "Indeed they do. However, it is the Lestrange vaults that is the issue. The previous holders of the Lestrange vaults had certain… defenses put in place in order to protect their valuables. And while we can access their vaults, we cannot simply relocate all of their valuables to another location. It would take too much time, and time is money."
"But you can move the other vaults to my own?" Harry asked, referring to the Black and Malfoy vaults, and eliciting a nod from the goblin. He then turned to Narcissa, "Then we can still access whatever the Lestrange vault holds. It just means we have to visit it in person to see whatever weird stuff Bellatrix's family put in there."
"It's very likely a Dark family like the Lestranges would fill their vault with cursed objects." Amelia added. "We should be careful, as I wouldn't enter their vault without a team of cursebreakers looking everything over first."
"Exactly my point." Arkjaw nodded. "To conclude this meeting, I will go over the current contracts that Lord Harry Potter is under. First, there is a courtesan contract that Lady Narcissa Black signed, along with an official betrothal contract with Miss Daphne Greengrass. There are also several Mistress contracts, the first being Lady Julia Zabini, and two recent ones submitted by your betrothed, one for Miss Cho Chang, and another for her mother, Lady Ko Chang. There is also the courting agreement signed earlier. As for the next item on the agenda—"
Gringotts was boring, but he needed to resolve this before the Chang Ball. Narcissa was going to announce her candidacy for Minister there, with his endorsement to boot. As such, Harry desperately needed to get House Potter's affairs in order, as his public image was about to become bigger than before. If that's even possible.
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Squeezed between Amelia and Narcissa's buxom forms, the cart ride into the depths of Gringotts was more enjoyable than ever. Their thick thighs pressed against his legs, wide hips pressing tight at his sides, while large breasts brushed against his arms. But it was still a nauseating roller coaster of a ride, otherwise Harry would've been sporting a boner while surrounded by such beautiful older witches.
They took the cart deeper than he'd ever been before, past the regular vaults that lined the walls in ordered caves, down into the depths where the true wizarding wealth lay.
Eventually, they came to a stop at where the Lestrange vault was supposed to be. A familiar roar of a large animal greeted his ears as they exited, as their group soon turned a corner to see just what made such a noise. "A dragon?"
"One of the vaults many protections." The goblin leading them answered, using a noisemaker that caused the dragon to shrink away from them. He led them across the dragon's lair to where the actual vault door was sitting, before placing his hand on it.
The door melted away to reveal a cave that was stacked floor-to-ceiling with golden coins and goblets, suits of armor, and even the remains of dead magical creatures. It was the might of an ancient family on full display, centuries-worth of Lestrange wealth all amassed together for them to bear witness.
For a long moment, their group simply took in the sight, basking in its magnificence. For Harry, he couldn't get his mind around the fact that all of this was his, signed over to him by Bellatrix through her sister, Narcissa's urging.
He had to wonder if this was why most purebloods were so arrogant and pompous, having become used to the idea of inheriting wealth akin to what laid before him. He took it all in, until his eyes settled on one area of the vault, causing a sharp pain to jab at his scar as he held a hand to it.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Narcissa asked him worriedly.
He looked back into the vault, and saw what he had been looking at before. A small golden cup with two handles, not looking too out of place among the horde of other goblets, yet instantly he knew that it was different.
"It's that-" He pointed at the cup and took a step forward into the vault, only for a hand to grab him and pull him back.
Amelia had stopped him, and gave him a measuring look. "The goblins said the vault is cursed, so it's best if we don't enter it for now."
"Good idea." Harry grimaced. "Either way, I'd like to get a closer look at that cup."
"I'm sure we can pay Gringotts to fetch it for us then." Amelia replied. "If that's all, I'd rather do something other than look at cursed treasure before the day comes to an end."
Chapter 35
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The ballroom of Chang Manor was the most extravagant room that Harry had ever been in. And to call the building it was located in a manor would be a disservice, as palacewould be a more apt description in his view.
Ornate columns made of red marble and inlaid with gold veins lined the room, holding up a large second story balcony that skirted the room's edges. Oligarchs and wealthy philanthropists from all over wined and dined, all while couples danced and reporters looked on for what scoop they could find.
He had learned that Wizarding balls were a part of life for the pureblood upper class in wizarding Europe. It wasn't uncommon for wealthy and powerful pureblood families to drift from one ball to the next throughout the year, each themed to the seasons, whether they be Samhain, Yule, or the summer solstice to name a few.
The Chang Yule ball, as Narcissa had informed him, did not cater to the political powerhouses of wizarding Britain. Rather, it instead served only the wealthiest merchants hailing from mainly Britain and the continent. The Chang family was not invested in politics, instead fostering different business connections since they immigrated from China as refugees.
And it was this reason that they had chosen to announce Narcissa's candidacy for Minister here, due to the ball's occupants being influential people from all over the world. Their objective with having Narcissa run for Minister wasn't to actually win, but rather to get their name out there and gain notoriety on the world scale. They needed to create a coalition independent of Dumbledore and Voldemort, one that still respected wizarding tradition while also not falling to the pureblood dogma that the Dark faction favored so much.
And so they had taken to the free market to do so, utilizing his connection to the Chang family in order to spread word far and wide. It also didn't hurt that the other attendees were some of the wealthiest people around, and Harry was sure that six and seven-figure contributions would be pouring into Narcissa's campaign fund by the time the night was over.
And one of the ways they worked to get more headlines was by Harry Potter attending in person, along with his betrothed, Daphne Greengrass. Strangely enough, this was likely the only situation he'd ever been in where someone close to him was more sought-after than himself. The rich purebloods were practically drooling over the opportunity to meet the heiress of House Greengrass—being one of the wealthiest families in the world—and potentially get some of that wealth for themselves.
Apparently, the Greengrasses only interacted with a small circle of close business partners and friends, and were notoriously difficult to get an audience with. As such, to see their heiress out in the open in public was a prime opportunity for those present at the Chang ball to try and get ingratiated into their good graces.
At one point they even had a line of people waiting to meet with them. And the interactions were almost entirely the same, with Harry introducing himself and being recognized as the famous Boy-Who-Lived, before whoever they were talking to turned to Daphne and began inquiring about her father's future business plans.
It was pompous and tiring to say the least, but that was politics. Shaking hands and arse-kissing was considered normal, and he felt himself slowly withering away as one pompous pureblood after another approached him and his betrothed before singing their praises. He gained a new respect for Daphne the longer it went on, as his betrothed acted as if this was entirely normal, easily charming every Lord and Lady, and politely smiling her way through every interaction.
He could definitely see why the Slytherin Ice Queen developed said persona at Hogwarts, as it would be a bore to have to deal with so many flatterers on a daily basis at school of all places. Being a cold bitch would definitely help ward off any potential social climbers and manipulators, which was exactly what Daphne did. Harry was becoming irate just dealing with the small group of people at this party, and just when he was ready to burst, the party's host approached.
"Lord Potter." Cho's mother, Ko Chang, bowed.
She was as exotic as she was beautiful, being the Mother of Cho while at the same time being a proper pureblood woman from a foreign land. Much like her daughter, her body did not disappoint, however, unlike Cho, Ko was busty and curvy. Large breasts that made impressions where her dress covered them, along with the flair of wide hips and a large bum he would risk glancing at later.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." He did the customary greeting for a woman of her status. "Thanks for going to the trouble to set all this up."
"It was my pleasure." He got the sense she meant those words. "Please, dance with me."
Soon they were making their way onto the dance floor, with Harry doing his best to not make a fool of himself. He was pants at dancing, something Ko seemed to notice, as she eyed his clumsy movements before adjusting their rhythm to make things more easy. I'll need to thank her later.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice nor commented on him dancing with an older woman. Likely because of her status as the party hostess, and figuring that she was simply entertaining one of the party's more prominent guests. For his part, Harry did his best to keep things scandal-free, and didn't hair let his hand fall below her mid back.
"I was surprised when I found out about the contract my daughter had signed." She spoke finally as they twirled, eyeing him as if to gauge his reaction.
"Me too." He replied carefully. "I only found out about it later on."
"Oh? Would that happen to be when my daughter walked off the train with a limp?"
"Err, yes." He tried not to stumble. "You see— I was just…"
"Sampling the goods? Marking your territory?" She asked with an elegant raised brow. "My daughter spent quite some time in the baths after your rendezvous, soaking away her soreness."
"You don't seem mad." He noted, and at her questioning look he elaborated. "I never knew about my betrothed's agreement with Cho, and I'd be angry if I was in your shoes right now."
That was the strange part about their conversation, in that Ko didn't seem the least put-off by their agreement. She was a powerful and seemingly well-respected witch, and yet she had taken her place by her daughter's side as his mistress.
"You are a powerful wizard, Lord Potter, and one that can satisfy so many witches at once." She looked him in the eye. "I am fortunate to get with someone so renown and sought-after. Especially when you are younger while I am old."
"You're very beautiful. And if anything, I'm the lucky one." He replied instinctively. "Oh, and call me Harry. But that wasn't really what I was asking."
"Harry, then." Her lips rose in a light smile. "I learned a long time ago that who my partner was wouldn't be up for me to decide. Cho's father passed some time ago, and after so long alone… This feels right. There is also…"
She seemed to hesitate then. "What is it?"
"You will find that old wizarding families carry certain characteristics. For instance, the Potters often have unruly dark hair, with the Bones being redheads, and the Malfoys being light blond and only having one child. The Changs, however, are known to be naturally subservient. We like to please others, not so much be taken advantage of, but rather to serve those in power. My daughter is no different in that she inherited this trait, and it was my failure as a Mother to not see something like this occurring."
"Huh." He blinked, wishing he knew move about the subject. "Still, if you want me to change anything…"
"The offer is appreciated, but there is no need for your intervention." Ko swiftly replied. "House Chang is benefiting quite a bit from this too. Any children you give us will continue our line, and we will ascend to Noble status in turn. And to be honest, Cho needs to learn from this as well."
He blushed at the mention of children, feeling on the back foot for the first time in a while. Cho's Mother was very straightforward, and it gave him a better piece of mind that she wouldn't cause any problems. If anything, their relationship would be very beneficial to the both of them.
They soon left the dance floor, parting ways as Lady Chang made her way up to the ballroom's podium before raising her wand to her throat. A quick use of the Sonorus charm, and she gave a short speech celebrating everyone's presence and thanking them for attending.
"Now," Finished Cho's Mother, "For tonight's entertainment!"
The room's lights went out, with only the center area being lit. A man entered with an exotic beast then, and Harry's eyes widened at the sight of it.
At first he thought it was an oversized lion, but a closer look revealed it was something else entirely. The creature was dressed in all sorts of fancy, multicolored fabrics. Clearly it was some sort of circus animal, as bells and streamers were attached to its fancy outfit.
"It's a Zouwu." Cho whispered in his ear, having made her way over. "Mother paid a fortune to have it perform."
Drums suddenly began to beat in the background, as the gigantic creature made its way forwards, before suddenly leaping into the air. Harry's mouth went agape as it literally hopped and skipped and danced around the room. The zouwu twisted and turned in midair, the streams of fabrics creating an elegant rainbow of color behind it as the creature entertained them. At one point it even jumped onto one of the room's massive pillars, twirling around it before leaping back onto the dance floor. The beast finished its performance with a bow as it outstretched its front feet and puts its head down in subservience.
The room erupted in cheers and applause, as the zouwu soon left with its owner where Ko Chang took the podium once again. However, she wasn't alone, as Narcissa was there, with Andromeda standing behind her.
The time had finally come for Narcissa to announce her run for Minister.
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The sound of warm running water filled the background as he laid down, an enchanted warm cloth rubbing against his skin, washing away any dirt and grime as he relaxed. Soft hands massaged his shoulders, his robes having been divested only moments earlier.
"Hmm." Harry let out a satisfied groan. "I can get used to this."
If asked, Harry wouldn't be able to recite one line of Narcissa's speech afterwards. It was prim and proper, definitely written for purebloods in mind, not being too ambitious while rigorously clinging to formality. The fact that it was someone as beautiful as Narcissa giving the speech was what likely drew most in, as its words reminded him far too much of Umbridge's speech at the beginning of the year when she interrupted Dumbledore.
A feminine giggle could be heard from behind him. "I am glad to hear that, Harry. After all, the hostess is supposed to take care of her guests. And let it not be said Ko Chang isn't the best at what she does."
He was coming to learn that Cho's Mother took her responsibilities as a hostess very seriously. In the aftermath of Narcissa's announcement, he had given his public endorsement, which led to a horde of purebloods trying to get in his good graces and join their new political coalition. Luckily, Ko seemed to notice his plight, and took him aside to give him a break.
She was his mistress after all, meaning her role was to serve and pleasure him. And that role perfectly described what she was doing now, as she led him to the private bathhouse that was part of Chang Manor. Although bathhouse was a broad term, as rather than swim, she instead settled for giving him a magical massage so they could return to the party in a timely manner rather than getting in the pool and getting all wet.
His robe and trousers lay folded perfectly to the room's side, only wearing his underwear as Ko continued to massage his body. Embarrassingly, being alone with the Asian MILF was taking its toll, as his underwear bulged obscenely from his excited manhood. It was something she seemed to notice, as the older woman kept shooting it silent glances.
Soon, she was in front of him as their eyes met. Her gaze went to his bulging crotch, before looking back at him as if seeking permission. Harry simply nodded, as the older woman tugged down his trousers before his manhood sprung upwards.
His shaft pointed skyward like a monument in that moment, erect and filled with blood and magic. Beneath rested two heavy balls, filled with copious seed that could produce one heavy load after the next. Ko's breath hitched at the sight, her eyes widening as she stared.
"You're so… backed up." She noted faintly.
He couldn't help but snort. "That's all you noticed?"
She blushed. "If you want me to say you're big, just say so. You're certainly larger than I thought possible. A mark of a virile and powerful wizard, as most witches would say."
She waved her wand, and a small wooden box floated over from the side. She opened it and dipped her hand inside, scooping out a bit of oil onto the surface of her palm. Ko lathered his cock with it, smearing it till it glistened, jacking him off all the while.
SCHLCK SCHLCK SCHLCK
Her hand ran up and down his manhood, doing so in a rhythmic motions as she made sure to smear the oil on every stretch of foreskin. It wasn't something Harry was used to, as he typically just used spittle or precum as lubricant before sticking it into whatever witch he was fucking at the time.
"You're so proper." He couldn't help but note.
"Well, you can't expect me to use my spit." She raised her chin proudly.
Maybe he was too used to harsh blowjobs and arse spanking, to the point that Ko's gentleness genuinely surprised him. He wondered what her reaction would be in the future, when she witnessed the depths of the depravity him and his lovers usually got up to. Just the other night he had fucked Julia's arse before slamming his cock to its base down Apolline's throat.
I could get used to this. The change of pace was certainly nice, and that wasn't to mention how the Chang residence was a lot more laid back than he was used to. It certainly wasn't as cramped as Grimmauld Place, with Ko's home being a literal palace with entire wings for guests.
He made the decision to stay there at some point, and to visit the homes of his other lovers as well. There was also the Delacour estate in southern France, which would be a great vacation spot for the summer. Seeing the girls at the beach would be great…
After a long enough time, his shaft thickened and flexed before giving way, as seed erupted and sprayed high into the air with each load. Ko jerked him diligently all the while, doing so until his orgasm was over before vanishing his seed with her wand.
"Come." He noticed her face was red and slightly breathless as she spoke then, the woman turning away as if to hide her embarrassment. "We must get back to the party, otherwise our absence will be noticed."
Harry nodded, standing up and putting his robes back on as the Asian MILF walked away. All the while he stared at her thick, fleshy bum in that tight dress, savoring the sight of it bouncing with each step and looking forward to the day she would give herself to him fully.
Chapter 36
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NARCISSA MALFOY ENTERS MINISTERIAL RACE
In a shocking twist, Narcissa Malfoy, formerly Black, just officially announced her candidacy for Minister of Magic. The widow of deceased Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, one of Cornelius Fudge's most enthusiastic purse-holders, has stepped out from behind the thick walls of Malfoy Manor and into the center of Britain's most cutthroat political battlefield.
Speaking at the annual Chang Yule Ball, Narcissa dazzled the assembled reporters, aristocrats, and philanthropists with her sophistication and elegance, all while her signature blonde hair shimmered before flashing camera. She delivered a speech of such poised confidence that one would never guess she once spent her social calendar managing soirées, scandals, and a husband who treated the Dark Mark like a fashionable cufflink.
The announcement has sent shockwaves through the magical community. Many recall Narcissa's past proximity to the Death Eaters, most notably her late husband's supposed loyalty to the Dark Lord. Others remember Lucius Malfoy's famed generosity to the Ministry during Fudge's tenure, donating enough Galleons to pave a second Atrium.
Yet, Mrs. Malfoy insists she is running on a platform of "unity, stability, and restoration." Obviously favoring wizarding tradition, the blonde bombshell has made the race for Minister more chaotic than ever, and shows no signs of backing down. The Malfoy political machine seems to be funded by some of the oldest fortunes in wizarding Britain, with House Greengrass formally endorsing Lady Malfoy along with someone very unexpected...
That's right, none other than Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, has stepped forward to endorse Lady Malfoy. As many will know, Mr. Potter is the declared nemesis of You-Know-Who, as well as a well-known enemy of the Malfoy family. And yet Harry Potter barely hesitated at the Chang Ball, seemingly enraptured by Narcissa's announcement speech, and declared his endorsement for her on the spot.
Potter's backing has disrupted the electorate in ways no one saw coming, with pollsters baffled as to how the public will react, especially in favor of a traditionalist candidate. With Britain still revering its hero, his influence is no small matter. If Potter can forgive a Malfoy, many are wondering, should the nation do the same?
Widespread speculation on what could prompt Potter to suddenly involve himself in the world of Ministerial politics is ongoing. Some blame his recent betrothal to Daphne Greengrass for it, while others cite his ongoing war against You-Know-Who as a requirement for his involvement. However, the question remains of why Potter would choose a Malfoy over Shacklebolt or Scrimgeour, with answers potentially forthcoming at the upcoming Greengrass ball…
To read further:
Professor Malfoy, Narcissa's time at Hogwarts (Page 2)
Shacklebolt, Scrimgeour, Thicknesse, and now Malfoy? Experts weigh in. (Page 3)
Dumbledore's Golden Boy Gone Rogue? (Page 5)
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Have you truly drifted so far from me, Harry? Dumbledore stared down at the morning paper with an unreadable expression on his face, giving nothing away to any of his nearby allies. Meanwhile all of his fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix argued all around him as they sat in the dining room of cramped Weasley Burrow, each demanding how Harry Potter could join forces with a Malfoy of all people.
It was becoming clear as day that Harry no longer needed him. More than that, the boy was outright rebelling against him in full view of the public with his latest move. He had thought Harry's actions would peak with getting Madam Bones on his side, and that the boy would be content with having heavy influence over the DMLE Director. And yet it seemed that Harry Potter was more ambitious than he even imagined, going as far as to choose his own Minister...
It seems Harry managed to get close to Professor Malfoy right under my nose… Albus supposed it wasn't impossible that Harry and Narcissa would get close, and in hindsight he should've seen it coming.
He had been suspecting that Narcissa was sent to Hogwarts by Voldemort, likely to harm or manipulate Harry in some scheme, and yet it seemed the opposite had come to pass. The boy had actually managed to charm the woman, and maybe even convinced her to throw her name into the race for Minister.
Just what could he have done to convince her? Albus already knew that Harry had surrounded himself with a coalition of close allies, and it was very likely that Narcissa Malfoy had been drawn into it. He guessed that Sirius likely helped, seeing as he and Narcissa were cousins, and that wasn't to mention Harry's newfound ability to attract powerful women with ease…
And as with everything related to Harry Potter, nothing could be easy. Albus had to resist the urge to openly sigh, knowing that things had become that much harder over something so avoidable. He was getting desperate, and knew that soon he would have to confront Harry's faction in order to better combat the chief threat, being Tom Riddle.
"What do we do, Dumbledore?"
He looked up from the article, to see Kingsley looking at him for guidance. Their faction's candidate for Minister was sweating under the pressure, and Albus could hardly blame him. After all, what chances he had of becoming Minister had all but vanished with Lady Malfoy's candidacy, especially with Harry Potter publicly backing her. If anything, the man had expected Harry to support him.
The group was looking to Albus for guidance then, and he put on a strong front before speaking. "I'm sorry, Kingsley, but I'm afraid you cannot become Minister."
The Burrow's occupants groaned as one, while some even cursed. Not that Albus could blame them, as their group had been campaigning tirelessly in Kingsley's name, only to have whatever chance they had snatched away in an instant. More than that, it meant the upcoming war against Voldemort wouldn't be directly controlled by the Order through the Minister.
"Our best chance now is to have you drop out and support Scrimgeour." Dumbledore decided. "I would ask for Rufus to drop out instead, and give us his support, but sadly that wouldn't go over well."
Alastor snorted. "He's too much of a narcissist for that, he'd never accept the damage it would do to his ego."
"Indeed." Albus agreed, before a certain part of the newspaper article stood out to him. "However, I think it's best if we wait till after the Greengrass ball until we take any more bold actions."
-
"Still think Potter's not fucking Malfoy's Mum?"
"Bugger off!" Ron groaned, throwing a pillow at George as the twins laughed at his misfortune.
The group of brothers had sequestered themselves in Ron's bedroom as their parents held a secret meeting downstairs. And while it was annoying for the Weasley home to suddenly be invaded by Dumbledore's Order, Ron could hardly complain when it involved his best mate.
"If anything, Harry deserves it." Fred grinned, walking over before sitting next to him. "Giving Professor Malfoy his full endorsement to become Minister is better than anything we could do."
For a moment, Ron wondered if he could woo Malfoy's Mum by offering to campaign for her. He imagined how grateful she would be if he started passing out flyers, knocking on doors and doing those annoying floo calls that his mother hated so much. Then Ron realized that nothing he could do would measure up to Harry Potter's endorsement.
"He really leaves scraps for the rest of us." Ron moaned out, falling back on his bed in despair.
Harry had the hottest girls in the school hanging off his arms, leaving them only to wonder how he managed to pull it off. Fleur Delacour always sniffed in distaste when Ron got close, and the Slytherin Ice Queen, Daphne Greengrass, always looked at him like he was a flobberworm. Not that he had a chance with them, but a man can dream…
It seemed Ron would be reduced to using his hand while imagining the women Harry was fucking on a regular basis. And it just so happened that the newspaper was covered in full-page spreads featuring Narcissa Malfoy, one of the women he fantasized about the most when he was massaging his wand. At least there's one upside to all this…
"Look at it this way, Potter's witches would sooner eat us alive than give us a kiss." George patted his shoulder in solidarity. "And it's not like we're the only ones being confunded by Harry's moves with the ladies."
The Order was meeting in the Burrow kitchen right below them, and even Ronald Weasley was smart enough to figure out what they were likely talking about. Kingsley had used the Weasley home a lot for running his campaign, and it only made sense that the new developments in the race for Minister would elicit an emergency meeting.
He could imagine the group of full-grown wizards meeting downstairs, painstakingly strategizing over their opponent's next move when Harry was likely doing this whole thing just to get in Narcissa Malfoy's pants.
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For once, it wasn't just him on the cover of the Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, as Narcissa had taken his place. Not that Harry was complaining, as he was just glad to be out of the spotlight somewhat for once.
"I guess I can expect to see myself in the paper more often." Narcissa idly commented.
"Better you than me." Harry sipped his tea at her side while they sat in the dining room with Sirius. "Although, I'm sorry you have to deal with all of this."
"The sentiment is appreciated." Narcissa leaned in closer to his side comfortingly.
She had left Lucius for him, fled from her previous life to fight against the Dark Lord she used to serve alongside her husband, and now she was putting herself out there to become Magical Britain's next Minister. Even if she liked his more dominant and dangerous side, he still wanted to be nice to his Courtesan from time to time.
"Sorry for the delay." Andromeda said as she entered the dining room then. "This required more care than I anticipated."
Behind Narcissa's sister floated the cup they had taken from Bellatrix's vault, safely wrapped in cloth. Even then the obscured cup still made the room feel ten degrees cooler as she placed it down on the table.
Sirius sat forward. "Well? You figured it out, didn't you?"
Andromeda let out a slow, controlled breath before she looked down at the cloth-covered object. She used her magic to unwrap it, revealing a golden cup decorated with badgers that gleamed up at them. Harry couldn't help but notice how ornate the cup looked, and yet it did not give off a warm sensation, but rather something watchful that made his arm hairs stand on end.
"This cup." she said quietly, "Belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, and yet it hosts the darkest magic I have encountered."
Sirius stiffened, meanwhile Narcissa's fingers curled around his arm in caution.
Harry swallowed. "So it is cursed."
Andromeda's eyes turned to him. "Not merely cursed, Harry. It is infected in a way, saturated with a type of magic that should not exist."
She lifted her wand and traced a small shimmering rune above the cup. The symbol then twisted, writhed, and collapsed in on itself like a dying star before dissipating. He didn't know what that was supposed to do, but could tell it was bad.
Narcissa inhaled sharply. "That is parasitic magic the likes of which I've only seen once before."
"Yes." Andromeda said. "Soul magic."
Harry's stomach churned. "Voldemort."
"I am afraid so." Andromeda nodded. "This cup contains a sliver of someone's soul. I have no doubt whose."
Sirius's jaw clenched hard. "Bloody hell."
"This fragment is autonomous, aware, angry. It is dormant only because the protective enchantments around the cup function like a cage, keeping the soul locked inside. Bellatrix did not know what she held, but she tended it with the devotion of a zealot." Andromeda inhaled shakily. "Bella only joined the Dark Lord after getting closer to the Lestranges, and it makes me wonder if it was this cup that brought her over to You-Know-Who's cause. It would certainly explain why she had it safely protected in her vault."
"Like the diary in my second year." Harry frowned, and then spoke when the table's occupants gave him questioning looks. "Ginny Weasley came to possess a diary that Voldemort owned. It… Took over her mind, and tried to turn her into Voldemort at the end of the year. I only managed to stop it with a basilisk fang."
"Yes… That sounds very similar to what this is." Andromeda concluded, eyeing the cup warily. "Based on what you told me, I wonder if the Dark Lord has other objects like this in his possession. But that begs the question of what exactly are they?"
As tempting as it was to ask Bellatrix, Narcissa had cautioned against pushing her sister any further. The woman was obviously more sane than before, and not nearly as loyal to Voldemort, but they didn't want to risk any of the progress they had made by showing her this cup.
"So Bellatrix actually drank from this thing?" Sirius couldn't hide his scowl. "The thing is obviously bad news, and its not like its a good idea to keep it around. Just have Harry get a basilisk fang and stab it again."
A cough interrupted Sirius then, and of all the people Harry expected to join their conversation, it was the last one he would've guessed. Kreacher entered the dining room, a small wooden chest clutched in his arms.
"What have you brought, Kreacher?" Narcissa asked.
"Good Master Regulus asked Kreacher to hold onto this…" The elf spoke shakily. "Just like how Mistress Bella was asked to hold onto the Dark Lord's cup."
The elf sat the wooden box on the table before opening it, and Harry flinched. It was the same feeling he got from the cup, in that whatever was inside the box was terribly evil. "Whatever is in there gives me the same feeling that the cup does…"
"So it's also one of Voldemort's objects." Andromeda used her wand to carefully levitate the object upwards, revealing an ornate locket.
"You had this the entire time?!" Sirius asked Kreacher incredulously, before trailing off. "Regulus…"
"Master Regulus asked Kreacher to destroy the locket. However, Kreacher has failed in his task, and is unable to do so." The elf looked down in shame
"So Regulus betrayed Voldemort in the end." Narcissa frowned, a far-off look in her gaze. "It seems that we're hardly the only ones, cousin."
"Indeed." Sirius smiled at the irony. "Just took you and Bella a few decades."
"What happened to Regulus?" Harry asked.
"Disappeared during the war, towards the end of it." Sirius waved dismissively. "Most of us assumed he got killed in a raid."
"And he had this soul object belonging to Voldemort the whole time." Harry stared at the locket and cup. "We just need to figure out what they are…"
Chapter 37
Chapter Text
Greengrass Manor wasn't so much a singular building, but rather a sprawling estate full of elaborate gardens, lush forests, and green grass that rolled over endless massive hills. It sat in a valley full of ancient wizarding manors from some of Europe's oldest families, located on a leyline node and hidden from muggles by wards that were put in place around the valley's perimeter millennia ago.
The manor was a colossal monstrosity of stone, made even grander by its intricate expansion charms that made the home even larger on the inside. The building itself had three connected wings, a left wing for guest quarters, a middle for the main family to reside in, and a right wing for entertainment purposes.
And it was the right wing of Greengrass Manor that would be used that day.
He arrived through one of the many floos that were housed in the right wing of the manor, where scores of other guests were exiting their own fireplaces and headed towards the main area where the event would be held. Only the most prominent figures in Wizarding Britain, and abroad, received a personal invitation to attend the Greengrass Ball. Included with the invitation came a specific time and codeword that each guest could use to floo to Greengrass Manor, making it impossible for anyone but the invitees to attend the party.
Multiple large fireplaces lined a large stone hall that led to a single doorway which was the only entrance to the rest of the manor. Said doorway could be closed at any time, with gigantic bronze doors that looked to be millennia old resting open to allow the visitors passage. Harry knew that it was part of the manor's defense mechanism, meaning that if any intruders got through the floo, then those doors could be closed to prevent them from advancing into the rest of the manor.
Daphne had told him about her family's ancestral home on several occasions, and through her, Harry had learned that Greengrass Manor was a veritable fortress disguised as a home. The property's wards were some of the best in the world, fueled and empowered by the leyline node on which the manor resided on, and constructed in the time of Merlin and Morgana long ago. It was one of the reasons the Greengrass family was so well respected, as despite their obvious wealth, their family Manor could easily be considered one of the premier wizarding properties in the world.
And that fact was driven home as Harry moved into the ballroom of the manor, finding it bristling with guests who were the cream of the crop among wizarding high society.
The ballroom itself was massive, to the point he had to wonder if expansion charms were purposely used in its construction. Large crystal chandeliers the size of muggle houses hung overhead, framed in by walls decorated with intricate gold designs. One wall was filled with huge windows that brought in light from the evening sun, with wide open doors underneath which led out to a balcony that might've been even bigger than the ballroom itself.
Said balcony overlooked the beautiful gardens that Daphne's family was so proud of, showcasing perfectly-manicured plants and hedges that magically moved on their own to form intricate designs no muggle landscaper could possibly replicate.
But Harry barely had time to admire it all, as his arrival created a veritable shitstorm of flatterers and aristocrats who rushed over to get in his good graces. Unlike the Chang ball, House Greengrass's celebration included a lot more individuals who were invested in politics, specifically in Britain. Harry's rising influence on the political stage, especially with his recent endorsement of Narcissa, meant that Magical Britain's aristocrats were desperate to fawn over him.
But it was his betrothed, and the daughter of the party's host, Daphne Greengrass, who soon swooped in and rescued him from the mob who ambushed him before he barely entered the room. With the experience that came with attending so many high society events, Daphne expertly guided him through the crowd as onlookers pointed and stared at the two of them.
A section of the ballroom had been prepared ahead of time, being tables where only the most influential of guests were allowed to sit. Notably, a round table at the room's head that included Lord Greengrass's own seat next to his daughter, accompanied by Harry's seat next to them. But they didn't sit down quite yet, instead standing and greeting people in an orderly fashion, as to not get overwhelmed like Harry was earlier.
Things were going better than the Chang ball at least, as most of the people he interacted with were already a part of Amelia's growing faction on the Wizengamot. They were those who he was already allied with, and luckily Daphne knew each of them by name so he didn't have to worry about identifying them.
While he never liked the spotlight, Harry could make an exception if it meant furthering their war against Voldemort. Their current goal was to expand their influence on the wizengamot after all, and if that meant hobnobbing with politicians who supported him, then Harry could manage to bite down on his irritation.
Amelia eventually showed up, clearly late because of her work, as she created only a small disturbance with her entrance before gracefully sliding up to his side. The photographers hastily made their way over, and soon the three of them were enveloped by the blinding flash of cameras as if they were celebrities on the muggle red carpet.
Luckily, the reporters present were not too overbearing, only taking a few minutes to photograph them before moving on. Being at the Greengrass ball was a privilege, one that few prominent reporters ever received, and none of them wanted to jeopardize their future invitations or even be removed from the ball entirely.
He guessed that pictures of himself, Daphne, and Amelia would soon cover the pages of magazines and newspapers across the globe. It would give the gossip columnists more to write about, such as the outfits his lovers had chosen to wear that evening.
Daphne's dress was green and more simple than he pictured her wearing. Its neckline was modest, with the most scandalous part being the slit against her leg, with his blonde betrothed wearing fancy gloves to complete the outfit as if she were some princess.
Similarly, Amelia's outfit wasn't daring whatsoever. If he was more pessimistic, he would've guessed she wanted people to think she was a prude. Her dress was blue and traditional, more fitting for formal work events than a ball, conveying her propriety and professionalism to any who would dare judge.
Even Narcissa's outfit was more daring than theirs, as she received a lot of glances and stares from the wizards in attendance. In turn, the wives of those wizards soon berated their significant other, before scowling at the blonde beauty that was Harry's courtesan across the room.
"A united front." Daphne answered his question in relation to their outfits. "I didn't want to wear something scandalous, otherwise people would think I'm working to seduce you."
"Same with me. We need to appear as proper as possible." Amelia paused. "Well, except for your Mistress."
Harry struggled to keep his face neutral.
As his Mistress, Julia had informed him that she had a special part to play at formal events such as these. Sex and adultery was an integral part of high society, and there were typically separate areas for wizards to go and use their wives or mistresses for relief throughout the course of the party. It was one of those aspects of wizarding society that went unspoken, as it wasn't uncommon for some wizarding parties to transform into full-blown orgies. Apolline was especially fond of hosting parties such as those, using her Veela allure to transform rooms full of wizards and witches into ravenous, sex-starved beasts.
It was part of his girls' scheme to put up a unified front, as Harry would be proper with Amelia and Daphne in public, before going off and using his mistress in private. He had resisted at first, until the other girls worked with Julia to try and convince him. He needed to be further ingratiated into pureblood society, and toying around with his mistress at a high status event would somehow be a way to pull that off.
He just knew that there would be articles about it, as reporters and photographers were already present in the ballroom, eyeing him carefully in order to get scoop for their next article. The moment he headed off into the manor with his mistress in tow, the reporters present would be practically salivating at such a scandalous act. As they say, there's no such thing as bad publicity.
He steeled himself to head off and find Julia, who had promised to wait for him, but that was when someone important began making their way over.
Daphne's father, Cyrus Greengrass, was someone Harry had only spoken to a handful of times. The man was constantly busy, burdened by the economic empire that was attached to the Greengrass name. With it came constant business meetings, negotiations, formal balls and parties, along with Wizengamot sessions that he was required to show his face at. As such, Harry had only interacted with him for a few minutes at a time on the couple occasions they had met before.
Lord Greengrass headed straight for him, nodding when Harry made eye contact before gesturing out to the expansive balcony connected to the ballroom. He dismissed himself and followed Daphne's father out, who went to the edge of the balcony and away from the main crowd as to speak with him in private.
"Lord Greengrass." He greeted the man as he approached.
"None of that, Harry, it's Cyrus to you." Daphne's father smiled. "I am to be your father-in-law, after all."
"Yes, of course." He tried to push down his embarrassment, still unused to having people that he considered actual family other than the Dursleys.
"I must say, you have made quite a name for yourself." Cyrus complimented. "Typically people come our Yule celebration to meet me, yet instead, you seem to be the center of attention this year. I'm grateful, if I'm being honest, as dealing with so many flatterers and fools is so much easier when you distract them for me."
"Then it's a good thing I'm here." His words elicited a laugh from the man.
"It's the price of notoriety." Mr. Greengrass raised his cup in mock salute. "Although, yours is quite well earned."
"It doesn't feel like it."
"Fighting on equal ground against the Dark Lord is worthy of admiration. It's why you've created such a buzz as of late, that's not to mention your expert maneuvering against Dumbledore. Already, his man, Kingsley Shacklebolt, is about to withdraw from the race as he plummets in the polls. If I didn't already know the plan was for Narcissa to lose, then I might actually think she would win."
While Daphne's father didn't attend their strategy meetings at Grimmauld Place, and wasn't exactly in Harry's inner circle, the man was kept in the loop and up to speed on their plans when it mattered. Cyrus was Amelia's right hand in their Wizengamot faction, and had easily agreed to fund Narcissa's Ministerial campaign in order to increase their faction's legitimacy. That wasn't to mention how Harry was betrothed to his eldest daughter, forming an official pact between their Houses which would soon be bound in blood.
"Still, it wouldn't have been possible without your support, and that of your daughter." He replied. "Daphne has been a tremendous help to me."
"Yes, my daughter has informed me that she's been busier than ever since your betrothal. I thought that it might tire her, but if anything she has grown and surpassed any expectations I had of her." Cyrus gazed out over the lush grounds of Greengrass Manor. "One day, all of this shall be hers to inherit and manage, and then it will be in the hands of your children to do the same. Usually a head of a Noble House would worry about their heir being up to the task, especially without any male offspring, but I already know that she will be perfect for the role."
"If it's any consolation, I'll be there to help her along the way."
"Indeed." Cyrus patted his shoulder. "Now, I believe I have some guests to entertain. If there's anything you require, Harry, all you need to do is ask."
"Of course, sir— I mean, Cyrus."
Daphne's father smiled and nodded before moving off, heading back to the ballroom while leaving him alone on the balcony. Harry took in the scenery as the sun finally set, leaving the sky dark as magical candles and braziers lit up the area. Much like Hogwarts, muggle electricity simply wouldn't work in a home filled with so much magic.
He gave one final glance to the beautiful landscape hidden under the stars before moving off, heading into the ballroom and then taking one of the connected hallways. Private meeting rooms and resting areas were in this part of the building, but Harry had no need to use them, instead taking a different route to a more private part of the manor.
He soon came across his mistress, as Julia Zabini was waiting for him. Her lips quirked upwards teasingly as he got closer, and she didn't wait for him to take her arm, instead going on ahead and leading him deeper into the manor as he followed. Julia's arse bounced in her dress with each step, her movements calculated in order to stir his lust.
This part of Greengrass Manor wasn't as well lit as the rest, the windows either hidden behind thick curtains or simply nonexistent. Sconces lined walls made of walnut, masterfully constructed by expert carpenters, with magical portraits that likely cost just as much as the Weasley's home looking down on them. He could smell cigar smoke faintly, along with another scent intended to make visitors relax.
Down the hall, he spotted a blonde woman wearing too much makeup lead an older man into one of the rooms by his tie. One of the doors they passed was cracked open, not fully closed, and Harry could hear the clapping of flesh along with feminine giggling coming from within. They passed an open room after that, which included a bar and round table where three men were smoking while their mistresses sucked them off while hidden underneath the table on their knees.
It was the definition of backroom deals. He could imagine how many illegal agreements would be made over the course of this party alone. Made between gentlemen in the midst of being pleasured by their mistress, cheating on their spouses, all while enjoying House Greengrass's hospitality.
But like it or not, it was part of his life now. And not just his own, as many of his lovers had experienced what it was like to live in wizarding high society. Making under the table deals and showing off one's mistresses was normal behavior for most Heads of ancient families, as the depravity ran deep according to the tales Ms. Zabini had told him.
Julia led him around a corner that broke off from the main hallway and down a smaller hall to a secluded room. It had no door, with only a single cushioned chair that sat directly across from a mirror.
"Have a seat, my Lord." She gestured to the chair.
He did so, only for her to immediately begin pulling down his trousers moments later. His eyes went to the room's entrance, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in on them. But it wasn't as if what they were doing was considered indecent in a place like this, as couples all around them were debasing themselves at that very moment.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
She took his cock roughly, like a whore, gagging it down her throat as his length was enveloped in warmth. All while her dress rode up on her bum, hiked up on purpose by the woman, exposing her fat arse to the open as he watched it rest on her heels through the mirror's reflection.
"Fuck." His hands gripped the armwrests, fighting the urge to grasp her skull and ram himself into her. She probably would've approved of such an action, as his mistress was willing to do anything to satisfy his desires. But Harry simply wasn't comfortable with going all out in such a public setting.
It's all part of the plan. He told himself, eyeing the room's entrance once again and swearing that he saw something flicker in the shadows of the hall.
He looked down to see the devotion in Ms. Zabini's eyes, along with a sliver of enjoyment. She liked showing off, it was why she always wore such seductive and revealing clothing, and he guessed she also liked taking him in public too. It was why she was so motivated to show off their dynamics at the Greengrass ball, Daphne and Amelia as his future wives in public, while Julia was to be his mistress for pleasure in private.
GLURK GLUCK GLURK
His balls tightened, shaft thickening as he expelled his load straight down his tubular shaft and into her waiting mouth. She made a show of taking his load, being especially loud as she guzzled down his cum, pulling back so just the tip was in her mouth as she gulped his seed obscenely.
She pulled off his cockhead with a pop, her eyes droopy with lust as her huge tits heaved with heavy breaths. He had to fight the urge to keep his head screwed on straight, otherwise he would be spending the rest of the party fucking his mistress instead of socializing like he was supposed to.
Something caught his attention then, as a streak of white stood out on her red lips, and he gestured to it. "You have something…"
She wiped her lip with her pointer finger, looked down at the speck of white, before putting it in her mouth and sucking it clean. His manhood twitched angrily in response, but nothing could be done now, as Harry had to get back to the party otherwise his absence would be noted.