Chapter 7: Susan & Amelia Bones
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Madam Amelia Joanne Bones. Former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Newest Minister of the Wizengamot of Great Britain, and proud aunt of one Susan Amelia Bones. At 31 years old she had become the youngest head of a Department and had kept it strong and efficient for the past ten years. It had not been easy, no, it had been the exact opposite. With corruption in the ministry, not to mention that she was a woman in a world of men, she had to fight her way to where she had taken herself.
Now, after her predecessor, Cornelius Fudge, she was Minister for Magic and was facing even more crap. Bills trying to get passed that would hinder muggle-borns and half-bloods. Bills that would make creatures have to register, or worse, be put down for their illnesses or lack of 'human' intelligence. Not to mention her own bills being shot down because apparently, the Aurors did not need any bolstering. She sighed at the thought of that and hoped that she could get that fixed soon. Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when the most beautiful snowy owl fluttered into her office. It hopped softly on her desk and presented its leg, a letter attached.
"My, you are gorgeous." She smiled at the owl's change in posture to that one soaking up praise. She waved her wand a few times over the letter, and seeing it was clean took it. She saw the owl fluff its wings and then it was gone just as quickly as it arrived.
Amelia shrugged and started to read, noticing quickly the scrawl of her niece. She smiled at getting a letter, she did love Susan's letters, but her smile quickly died. It was also just as quickly replaced by shock, relief, then anger. She glared at the offending document and then put it away. She rose from her desk, sealed her room, and got her cloak. With a loud ~crack~ she appeared in front of the Auror offices. She stormed in and bellowed.
"Shacklebolt, Dawlish, Tonks! Front and CENTER!" There was a scramble to comply with her yell. She may have no longer been head of the Department, but she still commanded their respect. When they got to her they saw that she was fuming. She turned to the three and growled heavily.
"The four of us are going to Hogwarts. Tonks, make sure you have a vial of Veritaserum, Dawlish make sure you have some magic suppressing cuffs, and Shacklebolt, I need you to make sure I do not… cause serious bodily harm to who we are going to be interrogating." She looked at them. "Well?" They scrambled, again, to get the items, Shacklebolt apparating to the gates of Hogwarts to sweep the area and wait for the other three.
He was soon joined by them and immediately the irate woman stormed past the gates towards the doors. There was a small aura about her as she moved, and her companions felt slightly sorry for whoever they were there for. It was just after breakfast on a Sunday, so the great hall would more than likely be emptying out. She hoped she didn't have to go too far, but she would hunt down the bastard if she had to.
Albus Dumbledore put down his empty tea cup just as he felt someone pass into the wards. He looked up startled for a moment then closed his eyes. Using his connection with the castle to feel and see the magical signatures of those approaching. He opened his eyes to see his Deputy looking at him.
"Albus, is everything alright?" She had only see him do this a few times, usually he kept it to himself.
"I do hope so, Minerva. We are about to pay host to the Minister and a few Aurors. Her aura is flaring… she is not pleased." As he said that he looked at the doors, and not two minutes later they slammed open. Minister Bones looked frightening with rage upon her face. She moved swiftly to the Hufflepuff table, eyes searching for her niece. She locked eyes and made a beeline for her, taking her into an embrace and looking her over. She was relieved that nothing was a miss, and after a kiss to the top of her head whispered.
"Go get Mr. Potter and bring him to the headmaster's office." Susan nodded and went off while Amelia went to the head table.
"What can I do for you, Minister Bones?" Dumbledore did not have his customary twinkle, his tone was serious and curious.
"What you can do, Headmaster is take me to your office. We have things to discuss." He nodded and she looked to Prof. McGonagall and Prof. Sprout. "You will be needed as well, Minerva, Pomona." She turned and then made her way to leave the hall, her Auror escort following her. Prof. McGonagall was confused, as was Prof. Sprout, but they followed.
Harry Potter was not a boy who was easily confused or surprised, at least not as easily as he used to be, and it showed when Susan Bones found him to tell him he was wanted by her aunt. On the outside, he showed calmness, but on the inside he was nervous.
The last time he met with the Minister for Magic, it was not the most pleasant experience. He excused himself from talking with his friends and went off with Susan. He was walking in silence with her when he thought of something.
"You used Hedwig, didn't you?" He gave her a small smile and she nodded. "Yeah… I don't think any of the normal owls are as fast as she is." He smiled again and gave her a one-armed hug, then a kiss on the top of her head. When they got to the headmaster's office the gargoyle leaped aside, having been waiting for them. They climbed the spiral stairs and entered the office. When they entered they noticed that they were alone for the time being, apparently Susan had been faster that the rest of the small group that would be there. Harry went over to Fawkes and stroked his breast softly, getting a trill of delight from the firebird.
"How are you today, Fawkes?" He smiled softly, getting a trill of positive emotion from him. "That's good. I hope you haven't bothering my girl, you know how she can be." He let out a trill of frustration and then what could only be a 'huff' before tucking his head under his wing. Harry laughed and went over to stand beside Susan who was sitting down.
"What was that about, Harry?" She had only heard of the Headmaster interacting with the Phoenix like that.
"Ah… Fawkes likes my Hedwig, the way I like my girls." She blushed softly and he winked gently. "She isn't as responsive to him as he would like, but he is nothing if not persistent." She giggled lightly and then the doors opened, and the group had arrived. They both looked to the door and saw not only the minister, her Aurors, and the headmaster, but their heads of house. Dumbledore was quick to conjure chairs for everyone and made his way to his own waiting chair. Everyone took their seats and Susan made it a point to sit between her aunt and Harry. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow at this, but made no comment. He turned his attention to the Minister and spoke gently.
"What brings you here, Minister Bones?" He had been getting better with being overly familiar with people. If Amelia was surprised by this, she did not show it. Instead, she took out a familiar letter, at least to two other people in the room, and gestured to it.
"Imagine my surprise, when this afternoon I am about to get up to have lunch when an owl enters my office. The letter addressed to me, from my niece Susan, should have been a nice hello. A wonderful letter letting me know how wonderful she is doing, how her grades are coming." She growled as she lost her calmer voice. "Instead, however, it tells me of how she was almost sexually assaulted. How she was led into a classroom under false pretenses and ambushed by an older student." She glared but was inwardly pleased with the hard face of Dumbledore. He sat up straighter, looking from her to Susan, expression hard, but his eyes tried to convey kindness to her.
"Who was it, Ms. Bones?" Susan shuddered, the soft fury in his voice offset his gentle eyes. She instinctively flinched back softly, but relaxed when Harry placed a hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath.
"My fellow 'Puff Herbert Jackson said he needed help with some defensive spells. He said he found a classroom that no one was using to practice in. I've never had any reason not to trust him, he's always been so nice." She shuddered again. "As soon as we entered the classroom I was disarmed from the corner. I was surprised, thinking it was a prank until I saw who did it." She bit her lip lightly and shook her head, sinking into herself. Even though nothing had happened, and even though she was a strong woman, it was still not something she liked thinking about. Surprising a good deal of those in the room, it was not Amelia who took to her comforting, but Harry. They watched as she took her into his lap and she clung to him. Not crying, but shivering against him. He whispered something to her and she nodded, speaking after.
"I had just come from your office, Sir, after our chat when I heard a commotion in an abandoned classroom. I figured it was a pair of students snogging or something. I admit I was going to have a look to tease them about later. Especially if it was harmless. No blackmail or anything, just harmless fun." He gave her a gentle squeeze. "The scene I came in on was far from harmless.
Herbert was in a corner… just watching, while Cormac McLaggen was trying to use his physical strength to overpower Susan. He saw me and had the gall… the audacity, to ask me to join him in the 'fun'." He grumbled and felt just one soft sob come from Susan, taking a few moments for her to relax before he went on. "I came in… and dealt with them. After that, I took Susan to our common room." He looked at McGonagall when he said that, then back to the headmaster. "I spent the night in the common room with her. Talking, letting her relax, and not be too upset. She fell asleep at about 3 am, but wouldn't let me leave her side. I fell asleep at about 4 beside her. Then well… all this happened." He gestured around.
Amelia listened with rapt attention. She owed this young man, quite a bit. He held Susan and she saw her relax again him, then she looked at the headmaster.
"I want the both of them here, Headmaster. I want them here twenty minutes ago. I thank Mr. Potter for dealing with them in whatever way he did, but I will not leave without them getting what they deserve." Dumbledore sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose. This was always so difficult, even more, so since she was the niece of the Minister. He put his glasses on and looked at the two present heads of the house.
"Minerva, Pomona, if you would?" They nodded, both of them angry for their own reasons before they left. Dumbledore looked back at Amelia and got a small nod of satisfaction before he looked at Harry.
"Mr. Potter, would you be so kind as to elaborate on how you… dealt with those involved." He saw Harry wince and frowned gently. That was… not a good sign. He heard Harry sigh and he looked up.
"I hurt them, Headmaster. Nothing permanent, or disfiguring… but I let them know my displeasure." He frowned and took a deep breath. "I used the Burning Veins curse, sir. I understand it is dark, and rather frowned upon, but I was looking out for my friend and I was blinded by my anger." Dumbledore nodded and leaned back in his chair. Harry had told him the truth and had done a good thing, but he had used a dark curse. He thought for a moment before he spoke.
"That will be 15 points from Gryffindor for each application of the curse, and a day's detention with Prof. McGonagall for each as well. However, I will grant you 50 points for stopping something far worse than physical pain." Harry nodded, still looking slightly sullen but he understood. As they waited for the others to arrive Amelia realized that in her protective rage, she had done something she shouldn't have. She sighed and then got up and had a whispered conversation with the headmaster. He nodded softly and she went to the back of his office to use the floo. When she returned it was with Scrimgeour and an extra pair of investigative Aurors. Dawlish and Tonks were sent back to the ministry, but Shacklebolt stayed as he was a senior Auror.
They waited another five minutes before McGonagall and Sprout returned, the boys in tow. When Herbert saw the minister and the head of the Auror department he shuddered and fainted. He was moved to a chair while McLaggen looked like nothing was wrong at all, at least until he saw Harry and Susan sitting in one of the chairs. He thought, for the barest of moments, about making a break for it, but that thought left his head as he saw he had everyone pair of eyes on him. Even the headmaster's familiar was looking at him. He gulped and took a seat, giving what he hoped was a charming smile. He looked to the head of the DMLE, Scrimgeour as he was addressed.
"Mr. McLaggen, you are here because you have been accused of a rather serious crime. However, we are here to learn all the facts. You can either be truthful, or you can be submitted to Veritaserum. As you are of age, you can make those decisions. It would be best for you to do that, now." Cormac looked at the hard-faced man and noted that he looked rather like a lion in appearance. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"No need for the potion, I'll tell the truth." He got a nod in return and started telling his side of the story. According to him, he had been getting eyed up and down like a piece of meat by Susan for most of the semester. He figured that she wanted what he had intended to give, and had her housemate take her to him. Disarming her had been to be playful, and she was just playing hard to get. He honestly believed that what he did was not wrong at all. He did not see the look of rage on the Minister's face, or the look of incredulity on Harry's face.
"And if we ask Mr. Jackson he will say the same?" He got a nod with a smile from the younger man and then went to get said statement from the young 'Puff. Two minutes later and he returned, he looked at his two Aurors and nodded, the 7th year Gryffindor picked up and shackled with magical restraining cuffs.
"Cormac McLaggen, you are under arrest for the attempted sexual assault of one Susan Amelia Bones. You are also charged with the unlawful practice of prostitution and blackmail within an educational establishment. You have the right to a solicitor, if you cannot afford one you have the right to handle your own case." He was taken away with a few rather outraged protests. Amelia sighed and looked at Dumbledore, still stern and firm with her expression.
"Headmaster, I wish to take my niece home for the week. I understand the school week starts tomorrow, but she has been through quite an ordeal and I would like to be around her." He nodded and was surprised as was Amelia when Susan clung to Harry tighter. She leaned down and Susan spoke to her, she softly sighed and looked at the headmaster.
"Susan is requesting that Mr. Potter join her. She is under the impression she will not be able to sleep without him beside her or near her in some form. I am inclined to agree, as he was the one to protect her." She wanted to say no, but Susan had been through an ordeal. Dumbledore stroked his chin softly in thought, looking at Harry with an unsure look.
"I am afraid you will have to ask Mr. Potter of his consent. While I am his headmaster, he is an emancipated adult, and can come and go as he pleases." Harry just nodded his consent, kissing the top of Susan's head before they all set everything up. Before they realized it, Susan, Amelia and Harry were all in the welcoming room of the Ossuary, or Bones Manor as it was more commonly known. Amelia hoped that her Susan would be on the way to stability at the end of the week.
The week passed a lot faster than Amelia wanted to accept, but she was glad to be able to come home and see her niece. She had learned on the second day, that there was a lot more to Harry Potter than she realized. She had come into his room asking him about dinner when she saw a man that she did not recognize.
He was tan, tall, and looked like the kind of man you see woo'ing witches on beaches. She was devilishly quick to start casting subduing spells, and was surprised when he quickly got on the defensive. It took Susan coming in from the hall and stopping her before she would halt. She was quickly informed of the fact that the strange, good-looking
man was Harry as he actually looks. She was skeptical until Harry explained about his summer, and the good it had done for him.In the days following she not only got to see more of the real Harry, but she also saw the effect he had on her Susan. She had been reserved and to herself until that Thursday when Harry picked her up, took her to their indoor pool, and threw her in.
What followed was first a heated argument which turned in them playing in the water together. She had not been prepared, however, for the intense snogging session after. Nor the intimate placement of their hands on each other. She cleared her throat at their lack of modesty and they both nearly jumped away from each other before muttering about doing homework and going off in opposite directions. Amelia was currently waiting for her niece to come to her office, she had a very important question to ask her. When she came in she saw that her lips were swollen and her face flushed. As she sat Amelia poured herself a neat glass of scotch. Looking at her seriously.
"Susan. I am going to ask you something, and I want you to be truthful with me. You know I can tell if you are lying, and I don't want that, do you understand?" Susan nodded so she went for it. "Are you sleeping with Mr. Potter?" Susan coughed softly and Amelia took a sip of her drink. Eyes piercing her nieces.
"A-Aunty 'Melia! W-What… I-I.. e-er. Uh.." She stuttered softly, this was not how she had envisioned telling her aunt about her and Harry. She gulped softly and then took a shuddering breath before returning the look. "We.. uh.. Y-Yes. I am… sleeping with Harry. Sometimes i-it's just beside him, o-others it… well, you know." She was red as her hair now, biting her lower lip as she wriggled and looked at her aunt.
"I see. I assume the two of you are… safe?" She got an emphatic nod from her niece. That was good news. "Good.. good. I do not want to become a great-aunt before you are out of Hogwarts." She hummed softly and took another sip. "I was under the impression, from your letters and listening to you and Hannah talk, that he was sweet on Ms. Granger, was it?" Susan nodded. "Has that changed?" Susan seemed conflicted at the question, then bit her lip and took a deep breath.
"N-no. It hasn't changed." Amelia's brow raised, telling her to go on silently. "Harry is.. not just with me. He is with a few girls in his year… and one or two in 7th year." She bit her lip and sat up. "A-And we all know about it! He isn't playing us, or using us. We can tell. He is always such a gentleman, never being crude, or anything. He doesn't tell any of his male friends either. It's just… between us." She sighed, as if a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. Biting her lip and looking at her aunt. "You're not… ashamed of me, are you, Aunty?"
Susan was a strong girl, and would grow up to be an even stronger woman, but part of her would always need the either silent, or not so silent approval of her aunt. The only mother figure she had ever really had. She didn't really remember her mother, but her aunt had always been there for her. She was relieved when her aunt shook her head and smiled.
"Ashamed, no.. not at all. I am a bit… dissapointed in you, but you are young. I will admit I was younger than you when I was first with a man, but still." She waved it off, and then decided to do something she had not done in years. She smiled and spoke with a teasing aspect to her voice. "How is he, in the bedroom?" She grinned at her nieces indignant squawk and laughed at her stuttering after. Susan quickly caught on, and then threw it right back.
"Well, Aunty, why don't you ask him to demonstrate, huh? He's really good with us girls, I am sure he can show you a thing or two, hmm?" She smirked at her aunts own blush and they both shared a laugh.
"He's far too young for me, Susan. Also, and I mean no offense, but you are all girls, and I am a woman. My tastes are different than I am sure he understands." She was surprised at the smirk on her nieces face.
"That's not true according to Ms. Delacour and Ms. Black." She blinked and tilted her head softly.
"Ms. Black? There has not been a Ms. Black since the late Mrs. Black. And isn't Delacour the name of the Beauxbatons champion?" Susan nodded, but elaborated.
"She is, but now she is a Curse Breaker for Gringotts. Ms. Black is the former Mrs. Malfoy. He dissolved their marriage, he is the Lord Black." She gave a smug grin at the unbelieving expression of her aunt. "She visited him in August and he seduced her. The kiss he gave her before he got on the express in Sept. was anything but friendly." She giggled, blushing softly and wriggling in her seat.
"Are you… telling me, that he has slept with Narcissa Mal- Black?" Susan nodded and Amelia leaned back. That was… interesting to say the least. "He seduced her you say? She didn't come to him?" Another nod, she bit her lip softly, and was brought from her musing by the voice of Susan, though it was from the side of the desk, where she had moved.
"He's a really excellent lover, aunty." She bit her lip and smiled. "I am sure you would get nothing but a positive response from him" She giggled softly and blushed. "He told me once: 'I love my girls, all of them, but the experience of an older woman is something that can't be explained.' He really likes her, and he said he has had three other women beside Ms. Black. I do now know who, but well.. yeah." She giggled again, looking flushed at remembering. Amelia looked amused, and had a serious expression on her face. She finished her scotch and mentally decided 'to hell with it.'
"Well, Susan, would you please send Mr. Potter into my office? I would have words with him." Susan smiled and got up and went away giggling. Before she left, she turned to look at her aunt.
"Don't be shy with him, just let him know what you want." She winked and then went off, giggling all the way. It made Amelia smile that her aunt was… being a girl. Even if she was acting older than she had ever hoped her to act. Sometimes, to her, Susan was still the chubby pig-tailed girl getting dirty in the garden.
Harry showed up about half an hour later, clearing his throat softly and smiling."Sorry, Madam Bones, but uh… Susan said she wanted to take care of something before I saw you." Amelia nodded and gestured for him to sit. He did so and smiled at her, one leg resting horizontally on his lap.
"Susan has told me the two of you have had… relations. Not only that, but that you have had them with several of your year mates, and a few older women. I assume all of this is true?" Harry nodded, having been warned by Susan of this. She had warned him of this, between slurps and suckles as he sat at her desk in his room with her between his legs.
"She has also… told me, that I would be well received if I took an interest in you. Not in so many words, but the insinuation was there." Harry just nodded, and took this time to get a really good look at the Minister for Magic. She was about the same age as Narcissa, maybe a bit older, but she still had a beauty about her. Her stressful job had given her a few more gray hairs and some wrinkles, but she didn't look like say… McGonagall. He moved his gaze from checking her out to her eyes, smiling softly.
"You have a beauty to you, Madam Bones. While it is not the conventional beauty of a woman younger than you, it is no less tantalizing. I always thought mature women just had something… extra to bring to the table." He gave her one of his lopsided grins, and for a moment she felt 17 again. She shook it off and cleared her throat, standing slowly.
"If… we are going to do this, Mr. Potter, then you are to call me Amelia. Is that acceptable?" He nodded and gave her another grin.
"Only if you call me Harry, Amelia." He extended his arm and she hooked hers with it. He then gestured to the door. "After you, Amelia." She nodded and then lead him to her bedroom. It was not extravagant and lavish like most manor homes, but it was still large and stately. He took her arm from his and then went behind her.
Kissing her neck from behind as he was taller than her. She shook softly and he whispered to her what he told all of his girls before their first experience. He then turned her for a kiss, and was caught off guard partially by the passion behind her oral embrace.
His hands were not idle in this, they were making slow work of her robes and under-clothing. He wanted to take his time, she was to be treated a fine woman after all. There would be no slow seduction in this, but at the same time there was to be no quick roughness as with the Delacour sisters. He moved her back to the bed and before either could sit he pulled away. He was down to his boxers, and she was in just her knickers and bra. She, like Narcissa, was a bit of an old fashioned woman and wore a garter belt and stockings. She shuddered softly, recovering from the heated kisses and then moved to remove the rest of her garments with her wand. She was surprised, and a little ashamed at herself, when with a flick of her wrist her wand did not come from it's holster. She blinked and then looked at him.
"I took it off, Amelia. You'll have no need for it, I promise you that." He smiled and gave her another kiss, distracting her for a moment before he broke the kiss again. When she got her senses back they were almost immediately taken away again as his lips latched onto her slightly peaked nipples. When the hell had he take her bra off.. come to think of it, when had he taken her knickers off as well. He was good… and she just now started to realize that as young as he was, he was not going to be fumbling about her. She let out a soft moan she didn't know she had been holding when he moved to her other breast, and then gasped as she sat down. He smiled and kneeled in between her legs, spreading them softly. She noticed her stockings were still on and he shrugged at her lightly inquisitive glance.
"I think they're sexy. When I eventually get married, I will insist my wife wear them. If it so pleases her." He grinned and then decided that talking was a waste of time. Going right for her mature, and until now, neglected pussy. He was quick to get to work on having her forget his comments about marrying, especially since he was regularly dipping his wand into her nieces cauldron. He spread her lips and gave a few soft licks, thankful that she was already lightly aroused. This wouldn't be a one sided thing, it wouldn't be forced. He stroked her thighs softly before he used his thumbs to hold open her pussy while slipping his tongue into her at a generous but not over zealous pace. He wanted her forgetting about ages, and he did his best to do just that. His tongue moving this way and that. Dipping into her and then curling on the way out before flicking her clit. One finger slipping past his tongue to sink into her for a little extra stimulation as he continued with his licking and slight nibbling.
Amelia was surprised at first, this young man seemed to be full of them, and then she was in sweet bliss as he continued to please her.
Her moans were unreserved, heady, throaty, and most assuredly delicious. Hearing her give such a sweet concoction of sounds made him even more aroused if that was even possible. Something about an older woman not holding herself back made him want to please her even more. He sunk another finger into her and kept on with his teasing and pleasing. Her fingers ran through his hair as she bucked and groaned in delight. He removed his fingers and hefted her ass a bit further off the bed. Then he stopped, however, it was only because of the oh-so-pleased gasp she gave when his tongue went a bit too far and caressed her sensitive second hole. He blinked and looked up at her, surprise on his face. She flushed and was completely embarrassed at her reaction.
"M-Merlin! W-What you must t-think of me!" She shuddered and was partially struggling through her pleasure to move from him. His grip was firm though, and then she felt a tingle as he moved his wand in a small motion. She felt magic spread through her ass and then looked down at him in confusion and slight apprehension.
"Oh… you're not going anywhere, Amelia. Not after that." He gave her an impish grin and she let out a near shriek as his tongue started to work around and inside of her sensitive pucker. She had been expecting him to move away in disgust, but here he was, enjoying making her a moaning mess on the edge of her bed. She wanted to think about it more, but he was making it difficult for her to think straight.
His tongue and fingers moved from her pussy to her ass and back and forth repeatedly. He was a possessed man, wanting nothing more than to make her shudder in orgasmic bliss, and it didn't take long for her to do just that. Bucking and gripping the sheets almost painfully in her hands as she washed through the first orgasm not personally induced in quite a few years. She thought wryly how it had taken her niece to get her some kind of action, but then her brain temporarily shut down as she slumped onto her back. Panting and huffing as stayed on his knees, licking his lips and cleaning his face with his fingers. The grin on his face was smug, but she could not fault him for it. He had earned it.
"So tell me, Amelia." He began as He stood, taking his boxers off to show her just what she was going to be enjoying. "Where would you like me to continue." He gave himself a mouth-cleaning charm before he leaned down for a kiss. His hot, young length pressed against her quivering lips. "Perhaps first in your sweet… tight pussy." He nibbled her ear. "Or your nice and sensitive ass?" He teased and she groaned, feeling a little out of it as she was not the one in control.
She got some of her bearings back and gave him a grin.
"I don't know, Mr. Potter, do you think you can handle my ass?" He chuckled but gave her a deep kiss before hissing against her ear.
"Let's see, shall we?" He gave her a lubricating charm, and himself as well before he sat on the bed, holding himself straight up. It made her shudder at how thick he was. She would most assuredly feel that in the morning. He throbbed in his hand and then winked at her. "Have a seat, Amelia." He wagged himself, almost tauntingly. "And if it's not too much to you, I'd like to see that cracking ass of yours bouncing." She blushed but then got up with a gentle shudder. She did as she asked, but first, she ground her nice, firm ass against his length a few times. Lifting her hips after feeling his heat between her cheeks she perched herself on his tip. She bit her lips softly as he held himself steady, and was then very thankful for the witch or wizard that created the charm. She shuddered as she first took his fat tip within her ass before every other inch followed after. He moved his hand to her ass and growled in pleasure and appreciation as he watched said ass sink slowly onto him.
"Merlin… that is a beautiful picture, isn't it, Susan?" Amelia froze, having been trying to accommodate every inch, she had not been paying attention to her surroundings. She looked back to see her niece, naked as the day she was born, softly bucking as Harry's other hand was fiddling with her drenched pussy. Susan was unable to speak between watching her aunt's ass on Harry's dick, and the fingers inside of her. "D-Don't stop on her account, he does love to watch."
Amelia felt an odd thrill within her before she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his knee's before she started to bounce on him nice and slow. The throbbing within her, and the groans of appreciation (not to mention Susan's moans) set the tone for how good this was going to be.
She went slow for two reasons. The first being that a part of her was loving the thought of performing for an audience. The second being that she was not about to go too fast and waste the potential nerve wracking orgasm she would get from getting a thorough rump buggering. She started to go a little faster, and then let out a throaty moan as she felt both of Harry's hands on her ass helping her guide him. She glanced back to see his head obscured by the young ass of her niece as his tongue was working on her young pussy. She shuddered and yet again felt 16 all over again as she bounced on his dick. Starting to get faster and making sure to squeeze as much as she could around him. He grunted softly, though muffled, as he felt her do this. Throbbing within her as he thrust faster and harder.
She heard a soft hissing, as that of a snake, coming from Harry and then heard the near scream that Susan let off right after. This was followed by the sensation of being filled with a delicious kind of warmth that she had missed. Her ass getting filled with every drop the young man pumping into her had to offer. He ground against her ass for a few minutes, even after his release, and massaged her cheeks.
Susan almost collapsed next to him, but her energy was only partially depleted as she made out heavily with him. Amelia, shakily, got off of his lap and lay on her side, panting and shuddering as she felt her ass leak warmth. She blinked and took a few deep breaths, when she opened her eyes it was to the sight of Harry putting his wand down just before Susan put her ass down firmly on his lap, though she was filled in her pussy instead of her ass. Her deep groan of delight let Amelia know exactly how often they did this. She also saw how much of an… energetic pair they were.
Susan's movement was not as slow and steady as she had been, though it was not frantic either. Instead they had a passionate rhythm that was almost romantic.
Their moans and groans were muffled by each other's lips and Amelia shuddered yet again at the spike of arousal that went through her. She crawled up to sit up next to Harry and then watched as Susan broke the kiss and placed her hands on the headboard, riding him fiercely. He turned his gaze to the older Bone's female and gave her a smile with a shudder as he thrust into the younger girl.
"D-Don't tell me you like watching too, A-Amelia." He hissed and groaned as he was squeezed. "S-Such a naughty thing to do. T-To enjoy watching your n-niece get so completely buggered." She moaned softly and then partially surprised him by giving him a deep, lustful kiss. This, combined with the frantic pumping of Susan made him spill his second load of the session into her. Groaning into Amelia's lips as he twitched and coated her walls with his seed.
Susan was quick to get off as well, shuddering in delight and lightly twitching. If Amelia did not know better, she would be concerned, but the goofy grin on the younger girl's face let her know just how wonderful she felt. Amelia bit her lips and decided that she had gone this far already, why not go a little further? Without waiting for him to clean himself, she mounted him and got a feel for his thickness in her slick walls. She grasped his shoulders as he snarled and grabbed her hips.
"M-Merlin! You r-redheads are going to be the d-death of me!" He hissed as his lap was once again filled with eager witch. He looked up at her with a smug grin before grasping her hips firmly. "W-What a way to go, huh?" He huffed and the decided he would start it this time.
His hips were soon in motion and he was making Amelia remember that she was not as young as she used to be. It was still marvelous, but all she could do right now was hang on for the ride. She started to bounce a bit in time with his movements but then had to slow down as it had been years since she had any kind of relations. She was saved from possible embarrassment by the youthful vigor of the man beneath her… well, he was on top of her now. He had her legs spread as he speared into her with powerful thrusts.
Her hands reached up to the headboard and gripped tightly as he gave her body a sense of pleasure she would not soon forget. She was then assaulted by a different angle of pleasure from two directions. One was a new angle that Harry was hitting her deeper spots with, the other was a different pair of hands on her belly leading up to caress her ample chest, with a familiar, albeit husky, voice in her ear.
"I-Isn't it so good.. A-Aunty? The way he just.. fills you. I-I don't think I-I can ever have another m-man." She shuddered and let out a moan, not able to answer her niece as she was powered into. She felt the gentle cupping and caressing of her chest before she gripped the headboard painfully hard and let out a scream of bliss as another orgasm was ripped from her. The tightness of her massaging walls caused Harry to spill yet again into the witch below him, still as potent as warm as ever. She shuddered and ground against him as he slowed to a halt. Her last half moan muffled into his lips as he gave her a sweet kiss. He broke apart and stroked her neck lightly, whispering against her ear.
"I would be more than happy to make this a regular thing, Amelia. I'll gladly make time for any of my girls." She gave him a half-dazed look and then another kiss. Snuggling into the pillows beneath her, and hugging him so that his head was between her breasts. He chuckled and gave each a kiss before pulling from her. She was then surrounded on both sides by warm, smooth bodies. Yes… this was most definitely something she was going to have to pen into her schedule.
Chapter 8: Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks
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August 12th, 1996, Costa Verde, Dominican Republic
Nymphadora 'Don't CALL ME THAT!' Tonks was in a good mood. No, scratch that. She was in a Great mood. Capital 'G' and all. She had just been welcomed into the Black family, after years of hearing of how much her mother had missed it. While a dark family, they were well on their way to being so much more than that. The main reason for that was their new lord. None other than Harry Friggen Potter.
She would admit to having a little bit of a crush on the younger man, especially after the changes he had gone through over the past month or so. She remembered being surprised at seeing him so different not one day previous and was skeptical until she saw Remus beside him, confirming that the changed man was indeed Harry. They had been informed by Gringotts that their Lord Black wanted to see them, and her mother had been ecstatic.
This had come at a time when not only were they mourning the loss of Sirius, but getting passed the divorce between Ted Tonks and Andromeda. They did not leave on terrible terms, but it had been bad timing on Ted's part, not that he had been expecting the death of the previous Lord Black when he brought up the divorce with Andromeda. They had done their best to get over it, and it helped that Andromeda had been welcomed back into the family.
Even more, her dream of becoming a healer was not only smiled upon but being funded by the family vaults. Tonks, who still preferred being called that as it just seemed to fit her, was walking to Harry's office in the Black property she was currently staying at with him, Remus, and her mother. They were staying on the coast of the tropical Island of the Dominican Republic. She had visited places outside of the United Kingdom, but the expanse of beautiful beaches and tropical rainforests was in a world all its own.
She entered the office, not one for knocking, she was family after all, and grinned at Harry as he sat behind his desk.
"Wotcher, Harry! What are you up to?" She grinned, sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. It kind of reminded her of her previous headmaster's desk. Large, sturdy, made of beautiful wood and it had an ancient feel to it. "Paperwork? Oh… that's boring. Why don't we hit the beach or the village?" She smirked as he just smiled softly at her. "Maybe get you a bird to bring back and have fun with, huh?" She winked and smiled, triumphantly, at his blush.
"N-No… that's quite alright, Arcusa. I'm just… going t-through some things having to d-do with your mother's mastery." She nodded then her nose scrunched up a bit.
"Why did you call me by my middle name, Harry?" She was confused for a moment, that was until he spoke. His breath was a little ragged as he did.
"I-I think it suits you. Taken for the Latin, Arcus, or Rainbow." He smiled then let out a soft shudder, eyes closing for a moment.
"Oh… well, Could you.. not? I think it sounds weird. And are you alright Harry? Feeling sick?" She grinned, always one to be a teasing flirt, especially with such a good-looking man. "Maybe I could play nurse, make you feel better. Hmm?" She winked and then was surprised at his own smirk returning to her.
"W-Well… maybe. I a-already have one lady Black tending to my needs." He leaned back, and as he did it was like a silencing spell had been taken off, and Tonks blinked as she heard a gentle slurping coming from the other side of the desk. There was a gentle, but lewd, pop from that side of the desk before he shuddered and she heard a familiar voice.
"Please stop distracting my Lord Black, Nymphadora. I am trying to reduce a problematic swelling before it causes him discomfort." The silencing returned, but not before there was a loud, purposeful, slurp that made Harry groan and grip the desk tightly. He looked sheepishly up at the gobsmacked metamorph. It took a few minutes for her brain to re-boot, but it wasn't like Harry really noticed. His eyes were closed and he was enjoying every bit of the silent act going on.
"P-Potter! T-That's my Mum t-that's… When… w-why?" Her brain was still working its way back to normal, but Harry answered through ragged breaths, but he answered nonetheless.
"I-I am aware that your mother is b-being very attentive. T-The question is… d-does it bother you? S-Sure as hell doesn't bother me!" He grinned and looked like he was about to say more before his head went back and he let out a shuddering groan of delight. Twitching gently and panting between soft grunts as he went through his release. He huffed and then chuckled softly before his chair moved back and Andromeda came out from under the desk like it was the most proper thing to do in the world. She licked her lips and her fingers softly before she helped him back into his shorts.
"Still not going down, my Lord Black? Hmm… that's a problem. Perhaps I should prescribe some bed rest and activities to assist with the consistent swelling?" She smirked, sitting on the desk, facing him with a wink and lightly wriggling her hips. He looked like he was about to say something when he was interrupted.
"Mum! You… you can't seriously be acting like you did not just have Harry Potter's cock in your mouth!" She huffed softly, flushing lightly, her normal short pink hair down around her shoulders, a gentle magenta color showing her frustration and embarrassment. Her mother looked at her with a smile, glowing with arousal.
"Why, Nymphadora, such language in front of our Lord Black! And of course, I am not denying my actions, I just see nothing wrong with it. He is a virile, youthful, powerful young lord. He is my head of house, I must do everything I can to make sure he is properly cared for." She leaned over and gave him a kiss after he moved his chair back into place. The kiss they shared showed the metamorph just what kind of care she was talking about if the previous blowjob had not already done that.
"You know, you could always join us, Tonks." Harry smiled, liking the way the name rolled off his tongue. It was almost Spanish thanks to the 'a' at the end, and he was not against that at all. He gave her a wink and she sputtered softly.
"H-How long h-has… t-this been going on?" She managed to get out, watching as her mother slid into the younger man's lap. His arms went around her waist as if they were seasoned lovers.
"Oh… since last night. Rather embarrassing way to start if you ask me." Andromeda chuckled, a gentle blush to her cheeks, Harry continued for her.
"I was walking to get a glass of water when I heard your mother moaning. I figured she was in some kind of nightmare, but when I opened the door it was the exact opposite." He chuckled softly and caressed her thighs, a low growl in his throat. "I decided she could use someone other than herself to help her relieve some stress and make her forget." He shrugged softly and gave her a kiss, making her wriggle on his lap.
"Then he woke me up with his head between my legs, then a bracing shower. If Remus wasn't such an early rise I would have been taken on the kitchen counter, I'm sure." Harry chuckled and gave her ear a gentle nip.
"Hmmm… I still say he would have not noticed. Barely a zombie when he gets up. Then again, I was actually hungry for food." She smirked at his words and wriggled some more on his lap. "Dammit, woman! Do you want to give your daughter even more of a show?" She turned to look at her slack-jawed daughter and then leaned in to whisper to Harry. He smirked and nodded, giving her a kiss before getting off the chair after she moved. He went around to the chair the younger woman sat in before transfiguring it into a stool before he stood behind her. Draping his arms around her neck and whispering into her ear as his hands were so close to her clothed breasts.
"What do you think, Tonks? Instead of going out to the beach, or the village… we stay inside. Have a little fun, broaden the familial bond?" She shuddered as his voice was thick and rich. She was used to being the one flirting, the one making the innuendo. She looked at him over her shoulder and choked back a chuckle as he moved his eyebrows suggestively, though the way he did it was more comical than flirtatious.
She giggled gently and then got a kiss on the cheek before he stood up straight. She glanced at her mother, who was looking at her nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. She looked back at Harry, who had his arm out, and presented to her. She smirked and stood, hooking her arm with his and then nodding.
"Lead the way, my Lord Black." She grinned softly and then they walked out of the office, Andromeda smirking before she went to get herself a drink and something to snack on before she joined in the fun.
Tonks was not your typical woman. She was barely out of her younger, teen-aged years so she was still a little less mature in that sense. It was for this reason, among others, that when they got to Harry's room she practically pounced on him. Their lips molded against each other and their hands all over the other's body with an urgency to the act. He pulled back from her lips and gave her neck a nibble and hefty suckle before he started to take off her tank top and bra. Nibbling her bottom lip before stepping back.
"Easy there, Tonks, I'm not going anywhere." She was muffled by her lips after she took his shirt off. Her DD breasts pressed against his chest as she attacked his lips with hers. She broke away after some heavy kisses and then gave a short growl.
"You shut your filthy mouth, my Lord Black. I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw you, so that's what we're going to do. Besides, I want what my mum got, and I am not about to wait for it." Harry laughed softly and gave her another kiss before they made their way to the bed. Jeans quickly being removed and tossed aside, her legs raising as she sat on the bed, feet moving to the hem of his shorts and tugging them down with a practiced nimbleness. She was momentarily stalled at the sight of his still erect length, looking up at him with a soft smirk.
"No wonder Mum was so… bothered by me interrupting her. You're packing quite a bit, my Lord Black." She decided she could wait a little longer to be filled, she wanted a taste of his arousal. She scooted to the edge of the bed and started to do just that. Taking him into her lips and wasting no time in the rapid bobbing of her head on his cock. She knew he would not be quick to shoot but at the same time, she was eager to see just how fast he would be anyway. At a later date, she would be proud to brag, but right now she was just enjoying taking his length to the very base. Not knowing that it was something that had yet to be done to the young man. He gripped the back of her head with a shudder before running his hand through her still shoulder-length hair.
Harry was in a world of bliss, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to return to reality. Blowjobs were amazing, there was no denying that, as was sex. However, there was something to be said about a woman who could take you to the base, with no problem at all. No- one as of yet had been able to do this, and harry was instantly a fan. His hand gripped her hair gently but firmly, and he started to thrust and buck in time with her own suckling and slurping, making it damned amazing with both sensations coming from their respective angles. He thought he'd have a good bit of minutes, maybe even closer to a half hour of straight suckling when she started, but her deep throat had not been expected. Still, he figured he could hold out… and then she brought out her own oral trump card. Her throat started to massage his length, and her tongue elongated and swirled around the entirety of his length that was in her lips. Coming off with a loud smack of delight before he looked down to see her extra-long tongue around his shaft.
"What's the matter, my Lord Black? I hope I'm not too much for you." She smirked, a smug look on her face before she took him back to the base, cutting off his response with a low moan. He bucked a few more times before he almost had to pry her off of his dick. He hissed and then heard her surprised yelp/giggle when he pushed her so she was laying on the bed.
She blinked and then grinned when he moved her so his face was level with her pussy. Having vanished her hot pick knickers before he started. She wriggled on his face for a few moments before she leaned down and took him back into her lips and throat. Her massaging tongue along with her tonsil-depth suckling did quite a bit to edge him faster and closer to release.
As she was enjoying the thick spreading taste of his length, Harry was enjoying the sweet, and changing tastes of her juices. From slightly tangy, to almost overly sweet, back to a milder flavor. It was constantly changing, just as she was, and he was enjoying every second of it. He felt her throat contract around him again and let out a groan of delight and then frustration as she backed off. Did she want to play? He could play… oh yes, he could play. It was at that moment that he started speaking in parseltongue. He wasn't just saying anything, no, he was saying every 'S' word he knew, and after that he was using words heavy in S's. The magical language caused his tongue to vibrate and move the way no normal tongue could. He was rewarded with Tonks coming off his length and letting out a surprised but wonderfully so, moan of delight.
"Sa-weet Jesus, keep that up!" She huffed and gripped his base with her hands before taking him back into her lips and throat. They traded their abilities for the other's pleasure for who knows how long before Tonks had to concede defeat in the way of a shuddering orgasm. She did not lose by much though, as through her shuddering release and clamping on Harry's tongue she got a taste of his thick, potent seed. The taste was what really drove her on, as opposed to the normal warm saltiness most males had, he had a sweet taste. It was warm still but much more enjoyable. She took every drop he had to offer and even came off his length to feel the last of his spray on her cheeks. She sighed lightly and then, as gracefully as she could manage, flopped on her back the bed beside him. He stroked her thighs and groaned as he sat up.
Cupping her pussy lightly and making her shudder gently as he sunk a finger into her before taking it out and licking it.
"Simply delicious, Tonks. I hope to have more in the future." He grinned and she looked at him with a goofy grin.
"W-What the hell did you do to me? I-I can barely move my legs!" She was not in the least bit upset though, just deliriously pleased. He didn't answer though, her answer came from the door.
"Parsel-tongue, my dear. He used the same thing on me, caught me off guard. I think I passed out for a few minutes." He chuckled softly as by the end of her little speech she was at the side of the bed, leaning in to kiss Harry, licking his chin of her daughter's juices.
"About 10 minutes, I cleaned you up a bit while you recovered." He teased her with another kiss, and it was then that Tonks noticed her mother was completely naked. "Here to join in the fun, Andi?" He gave her a kiss before she nodded. He then moved and whispered into her ear, causing her to grin lightly before she nodded. Tonks was confused, that was until her mother straddled her lap, leaning down to give her a kiss.
"Our Lord Black has decided to give you a front-row seat at how good he is at his duties aside from what he has shown you!" She gave a sharp moan as Harry was quick to enter her from behind, giving Tonks a view of what her mother looked like in the throws of passion. It was, to say the least, hot. To watch her mother, this older woman, being heavily buggered by the Lord of their family. It was intoxicating, and soon her arousal was spiking again.
She let out a soft whimper as her breasts were constantly being stroked by the swinging breasts of her mother. She took her mother's lips again, their sweet making out a sight for Harry to see and enjoy. He grinned and then decided he had tortured Tonks long enough. He slipped out of Andromeda and then scooched her up a bit, moving Tonks' hips towards him before spreading her legs and sinking into her.
"F-Fucking M-Merlin on a p-pogo-stick!" Her following slew of expletives let Harry know that he was giving her just what she wanted and needed. His thrusting was quick, but not hammering. He was just making sure she understood who had just claimed her pussy. Her hands rested on her mother's hips as they made out after Andromeda recovered slightly from the lack of cock within her.
Being the young eager man that he was, Harry had no trouble giving Tonks just what she wanted, but he didn't neglect Andromeda. He did something he had only thought of trying before, but he had an opportunity now, so why not? He started to trade with both ladies pussy's. Dipping into Andromeda for a few powerful thrusts before slipping right back into her daughter. Trading between each woman with a grunt and low set of moans and other very male sounds of gratification.
Alternating between the tight warmth of Andromeda, and the constricting, changing tightness of Tonks made it so that Harry was not able to hold for much longer. He grunted and then started to give them another burst of his young essence.
Tonks got the first few ropes of his seed and was more than grateful for that sweet warmth that spread out inside of her. She groaned as he pulled out and put the rest of his load into her mother who let out her own moan of delight. He finally let go of Andromeda's hips and sat on his rump with a low groan, moving so he was laying beside them, that is until Andromeda rolled off of her daughter, over Harry, and onto his other side. They both cuddled up against him and he gave a wide grin.
"A guy could get used to this you know." He got a soft swat from the older female on his side and a grunt of approval from the younger. He gave them each a kiss and then the three of them settled into the peaceful embrace of an afternoon nap.
October 31st, 1996, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
Harry Potter walked down the halls of his beloved school, with a smile on his face and a song in his heart. He laughed softly to himself as he thought of the song currently playing in his head. He started humming it after his chuckle. Older muggle-borns and half-bloods, or those who simply enjoyed the sound of Van Halen would recognize 'Hot for Teacher' as he walked the halls. Smirking as he was hot for teacher, at least two of them that was.
He was walking down the halls when his senses picked up that someone watching him. He frowned softly but kept humming, continuing his walk before he turned the corner and quickly disillusioned himself. He flattened himself against the wall and then raised an eyebrow as Theodore Nott rounded the corner, cursing softly.
"Where the hell did that filthy half-blood go. Fuck.. Draco is going to be pissed." He grumbled and then took out his wand, casting a few detection spells but getting nothing as Harry moved behind him. He placed a listening charm on him before Nott went down the way he came. Going to his preferred classroom and sealing it up. He took out his map and after a quick password found Nott as he got to Draco's location. He closed his eyes and opened up the audio connection to the charm, listening.
"Well, where is he, Nott? You were supposed to bring him bound and gagged!" He grumbled softly at the grating sound of Draco's voice but was grinning lightly as he heard Theodore not sounding the least bit eager to speak.
"I was following him, just like you asked, and he turned a corner… and disappeared. I even cast all the detection spells I know, and he just wasn't there! It was the corridor on the 4th floor, you know the one that ends in a dead end? He was just…" He heard Draco growl.
"Filthy half-blood probably called a house elf to vanish or something. He treats them as equals, stupid mud blood. Whatever." He huffed and Harry could almost hear Draco thinking.
"What do you need him for anyway, Draco? Let him be, not like he's a threat to you or your mission. Let alone the dark Lord." He huffed and then Harry snickered at the sound of a slap that had Nott yelp lightly.
"Idiot! I need him so I can show him what it means to mess with the Scion of House Malfoy. I also need him to sign the contract between the House Malfoy and Parkinson. He is the new Lord Black, and because father is in Azkaban anything that has to deal with me has to go through my mother. However, because she is now a Black again, it has to go through him. If he doesn't acknowledge it, my betrothal to Pansy is gone. I'm going to need her dowry. I explain this to you already!" He let out a low hiss and heard a mumbled apology from Theodore.
"Is Bulstrode still keeping Pansy occupied in the greenhouse?" A mumbled agreement. "Good, send Greengrass there too. I want her occupied while we find Potter. Get out of my sight." He huffed and Harry heard Nott leave. He listened for a few more minutes, mostly Nott trying to be authoritative to the Ice Queen of Slytherin, before he shut it off and made his way to the greenhouses. He made sure he was disillusioned again before entering the greenhouse behind Daphne and her sister. Pansy looked at Daphne with a raised eyebrow.
"What, Daph?" She had a look of confusion on her face.
"His Royal Highness sent me here to make sure you were doing alright. As if Millie here can't take care of you." The two other witches huffed before going back to their conversation. Neither saw nor heard the soft gasp that came from Daphne as her thighs were grasped from behind.
For a split second, she was about to go medieval on whoever had the gall to do such a thing, but then she felt the grip and placement of thumbs right where her crotch was. Letting her know it was the Lord Black and not some boy with a death wish. She leaned back into his embrace and smiled as his arms snaked around her waist, and her neck got a soft kiss.
"Why are you still just standing there, Daph?" She was taken from her enjoyment by the heavier tones of Millicent Bulstrode, but didn't get the chance to answer as Harry appeared, holding her still.
"She was just enjoying a hug, weren't you, Daphne?" She nodded and they shared a kiss before Harry broke away and gave each of his ladies an equal kiss. Pansy last and got the longest before he sat down and tugged her into his lap.
"I overheard a little errand boy by the name of Nott talking to a certain ferret. Apparently, Belle, I am needed to ensure you two stay betrothed. I do believe he was planning on either the Imperius or torture to get me to agree." He tsked softly and smiled inwardly at the look of hatred on his larger lady's face. He gave her a wink and blew her a kiss before he stroked Pansy's sides.
"However… seeing as I am currently in charge of his line by default until he is of age, I can just change some things, can't I?" He felt Pansy freeze, a soft shiver running down her body, he gave her neck a kiss and whispered.
"Only for the better, Belle, trust me." She nodded against his cheek and then got another kiss. "Would you like me to do it now?" She looked at him, surprised and nodded. He looked at the other girls.
"Will you be my witnesses?" They smiled and nodded before he cleared his throat.
"I, Harry James Potter-Black, Lord of the House of Black do hereby call forth the proposed marriage contract between Draco Lucius Malfoy and Pansy Belle Parkinson." The contract appeared in a bright flash of blue light before it rested on a nearby table. He tugged over the small table and took out his wand. He placed it on the parchment and spoke again.
"I, Harry James Potter-Black, do hereby find this contract appalling. I do hereby render it null and void, never to be reinstated in any way or form. So I speak it, so mote it be." There was another blue glow before the paper shriveled up and then burst into flame. He put his wand away and turned to Pansy, seeing a flood of happy tears down her face. Daphne speaking while he was currently being snogged senseless.
"Ooh.. you lucky bitch! I had better get to watch when you tell the blonde ponce the contract is gone!" She smirked and Pansy nodded, hugging Harry close before settling in his lap with a happy sigh.
"I want to see the memory if you do not mind." There was an affirmative before he looked at Millicent. "If you wouldn't mind, could you stay around Pansy after that? Who knows what the idiot will try to do? You intimidate most of the guys in your house, so they wouldn't dare cross you." He got a firm nod and then blew her a kiss which she smiled at. He knew a lot of people made fun of her for being so large, but the fact that he still paid attention to her in so many good ways made her feel wanted. It also helped that he never demanded anything of her, he just asked so politely. He even helped her fix her image a bit. From brute of a woman to the sensitive one she could be, especially in the first years. Harry then hummed in thought before he grinned.
"So! Who's up for some Häagen-Dazs?!" He grinned at the brilliant smiles on the three girls' faces, calling an elf to get the witches (and himself) the frozen treat. He even went beyond that and got a small bowl for every one of his witches in and out of the school. Who say's he wasn't mindful of his witches wherever they might be?