Operation Legili-lovers." Hannah suggested.
Narcissa sorted as she adjusted his tie. They were getting ready in the kitchen, since the girls had insisted it had 'better light'.
Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm not sure this mission needs a name."
"Mind-fucking Lord Chang's mind into a chow mein." Daphne said darkly.
"Bit racist, Daphne." He muttered. Daphne looked gorgeous in a long backless dress in blushing pink, a dress that pooled into a stay-away-from-me train on the floor, like an expanding pizza with poisoned olives.
"More than a bit." Hermione added, not looking up from her stack of parchment on the kitchen table. She was going over her mindscape plans.
"Do we have to bring her?" Daphne glowered. "This is Lord Chang's society ball — she can't be there."
Hermione sniffed. "You know very well that I'm not invited."
"You have to sneak her in once we're in the cigar lounge, Daphne." Harry reminded. "We need her for the…for the…"
"I told you it needs a name." Hannah smiled triumphantly. Hannah hadn't been invited either, but she was going as Susan's plus-one. The pigtailed Hufflepuff had been sure Cho was trying to exclude her from her family's big event, and was dressed for revenge in a tight bodycon yellow dress. Harry was sure she'd used five Sticking Charms to stop her tits from popping out, so pushed up were they.
"Why can't she sneak her in?" Daphne scowled, pointing at Narcissa. "Oh, wait, I know why." She smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes. Everyone knew why. Narcissa, as his official Mistress, would be very busy in the cigar lounge. Cissy was wearing something very unlike Daphne's elegant gown.
He'd asked her to be bold — they had to make a statement for their first official outing together, to shoo away those persistent rumors that she controlled him.
He'd thought she'd show some cleavage or some leg, but the dress went from neck to toe, and still hid nothing. It was called a naked dress, apparently, a sheer metallic gown that shimmered with sequins and covered absolutely nothing.
Narcissa insisted it was the latest in Muggle red carpet fashion, worn by the rich and famous, but Harry couldn't see how any famous woman would want to show off all her skin — the swell and drop of her more-than-ample breasts, the curve of her waist. Even her belly button showed.
The sequins were more dense over an inch of her breasts, but still her dark nipples peeked out. She wore a nude thong, at least, but if anything it seemed to make it more obscene, a reminder of she was wearing just panties and this shiny Not-Invisible Cloak.
The dress even had half-gloves stitched onto the arms for Cissy's fingertips to poke through, a knowing gag for all to pretend that her fingers were the only skin she would be showing.
The naked dress was a parody of a pureblood wife's elegance. It was perfect. Nobody would be able to take a look at her, especially from behind, with her thick asscheeks jiggling with every step, eating up the thin nude thong.
"I wish I could come, officially." Apolline mourned, making a mouthful of the final world. "But I told my husband I was attending business in ze south of France, not playing society in Britain."
"I think we're ready." Narcissa breathed, examining herself in the mirror. She had an ever present blush in her cheeks since she'd put on the dress, a red rouge to match her full glossy lips.
"The ball awaits the lady." Harry bowed.
"I'm not your lady, tonight." She reminded him. "Don't forget."
"How can I?" He leaned in to kiss her ear. "Your nipples are hard."
"We're on a mission!" She swatted him away.
"Hong Kong Hijinks." Daphne snickered.
"Are you sure you don't want to marry someone less racist?" Hermione said mildly, her nose wrinkled in distaste.
"What would you know about race, you mud—"
"Okay, alright." Harry interrupted loudly. "Let's go already."
Hermione kissed his cheek for luck. "Harry Potter and the Chang Cerebrum, if you really need a name."
"That's pretty good, actually." Harry admitted. "Don't forget, Daphne. Once we're in the cigar lounge, you're on a timer to sneak Hermione and Apolline in. You're sure you can poison the men's drinks too?"
"Puh-lease." Daphne clapped her handheld mirror shut. "You think this is the first time I've dosed a drink?"
"I'm going to buy a flask." Hermione muttered.
"Then let's roll." Harry escorted Cissy into the fireplace, his hand firmly on her bottom.
"Harry," Hermione interrupted. "Gong hei fat choy."
"Huh?"
"It's the Cantonese equivalent to Happy Lunar New Year. If the Chang's are dealing in Macau, they'll speak more Cantonese than Mandarin. This is their Lunar New Year Ball — that's how you should greet them."
"That's my girl." Harry winked. "Gong hei fat choy." He muttered their destination and they vanished in a whirl of green flame.
Narcissa squealed in fright, ducking under a roar of firework flame.
They'd appeared on a literal red carpet, and underneath a glowing red sky. The fireworks were magical and vast — a sparking red dragon that appeared to coil around the full moon, and then roared at the cheering guests.
Harry felt the fire tinge his cheek. The fireworks were a welcome spectacle, but they weren't needed, for the home of House Chang was spectacular in itself.
The central palace was a multistorey terrace of seafoam, the stereotypical overhanging roofs carved into high pointed ends, like a pirate's hat, supported by pillars as red as the firework dragon.
The palace was relatively small though, for the star of the estate was the blue lake around the island, running through the island. It was a carefully designed East Asia garden, misty fog emanating from the heated blue, an adornment to the ornate bridges, the decorative rocks, and the many open pavilions, all green-topped and red-pillared.
Already, groups of guests were sitting under the pavilions, sipping at the wine and admiring their surroundings.
Narcissa whistled. "It's beautiful."
"It's something." Harry admitted — the water made it, reflecting the burning torches, the firework and the moon.
They walked from carpet to bridge, smiling for the many looks they were receiving. Harry took a possessive grip of his Mistress — he could feel her anxious nerves.
"Lord Potter!" Lord Selwyn cheered, waddling over, dabbing at his plump red face. "Damned good to see you." His wife wore a frozen smile, her hands behind her — no doubt trying to pry off the clutch of her husband.
"Lord Selwyn." Harry shook his hand. "So good to see you and your wife."
"Bloody moons of Jupiter, that's a dress." The man took in Cissy. "Good to see you too, uh, Lady Malfoy."
Narcissa curtsied, her tits wobbling. "Thank you, my Lord."
"The stones on you, Potter!" Lord Selwyn roared with approval. "Even my Mistress wouldn't agree to wear such a thing, would she, dearest?"
"She wouldn't." Lady Selwyn agreed, her smile tight. "It's…very revealing, isn't it?"
Narcissa stared holes in the ground.
Harry patted her bottom. "Cissy's a good girl, and I'm a young man, after all? If we can't be shocking at this age, when can we, right?"
"Quite right, friend." Lord Selwyn grinned, his eyes coursing over Narcissa. "Merlin's sweet beard. I thought I'd be passing out because of all the wine, not from the view." He gave an anxious look to Harry. "Don't mean any disrespect, of course."
Harry shrugged. "She's not my wife, don't worry."
"Perhaps we should moving on, Ewan?" Lady Selwyn prodded. "They'll be serving drinks in the palace, I expect."
"Of course, of course." Lord Selwyn shook himself. "Catch you later, old friend. Come for a whiskey or three, sometime, won't you? When the old ball and chain is out, eh?" He grinned.
"I'll bring the bottles." Harry promised.
"Ta-ra!"
Harry and Cissy watched the man go.
"You okay?" He muttered.
Cissy bit her lip. "Everyone knows I'm your whore, my Lord."
"I'm sorry—"
"I'm not." She said quickly. She shivered. "I'm…I'm glad, in a way. At least they know I'm yours."
"They do at that." He took another handful of her asscheek — her metallic gown was so thin, it was like he was doing it naked. "And it's working. An invite to his home, all because they admire my firm control over my Mistress."
"Anything to help my Lord." Narcissa trembled.
"You'll have to do a lot more later." Harry reminded. The cigar lounge was where the men talked — and the mistresses worked.
They kept walking through the gardens, under arches and over bridges. The crowd was murmuring with appreciation, applauding the firework show of pink and reds exploding in the night sky.
Harry shook hands with numerous purebloods, half of whom were clearly approaching to leer at Narcissa. Everyone wanted to see for themselves the downfall of Lady Malfoy.
Harry didn't disappoint them.
"Careful of that one, Lord Potter!" Lord MacDougal grinned.
"Don't worry," He winked. "She's under lock and key, most nights." He pinched Cissy's bottom to make her squeak.
"Narcissa!"
"Oh, no." Narcissa muttered.
Lady Tripe approached, her fake red hair curled in elegant ringlets. "So good to see you, old friend." They kissed cheeks. "Lord Potter."
"A pleasure." Harry smiled. "You two know each other?"
"Old friends indeed." Lady Tripe smiled. "I was worried about you, Narcissa, but I see how you're positively glowing!"
"I'm very happy with my Lord." Narcissa attempted.
"Not a pregnant glow, I hope." Lady Tripe smirked. "Although I imagine he spends more time with your tongue than your cauldron."
That was a step too far. "My business with my Mistress is my own, Lady Tripe." Harry interrupted.
"Of course, forgive me," She bowed her head. "So good to see you, Lord Potter. I must go find my husband."
"Still a bitch." Narcissa muttered as she left."
"Not a friend, then?"
"A rival. We've had many a sparring match." Her lips thinned. "When we were equals."
"Don't forget, you're still Narcissa Malfoy." Harry reminded. "Mistress or not."
Her back straightened, her chest thrust out proudly. "You're right. And I'm Mistress to Lord Potter, which is a unique pride." She kissed his cheek. "Onward?"
"Onward."
Up the palace steps, towards the loud buzz inside. Harry didn't get to step a foot inside the large hall before he was accosted by Cho.
"Harry!" She shrieked. She was graceful in a bright purple cheongsam, embroidered with white flowers, slit up the side.
"Cho, thank you for the invite."
"Of course," She dismissed. "Do you like my home?"
"It's incredible." He said honestly.
"Oh, you haven't even seen the best parts. I need to show you the ponds a-and the lilypads, and the springs. Oh, quick, come meet my parents—" She shot a withering glance at Narcissa. "You don't need to bring her."
"But—"
"My Lord, I'll go get you a drink." Narcissa gave him a meaningful look.
Harry paused. It probably was best to meet Cho's parents without Narcissa in tow. "Alright."
Cho tugged him through the crowded floor. The guests mingled with champagne glasses in hand - the bubbles had been Charmed to froth and fizz in time with the flutist playing on stage.
"I was worried you wouldn't come." Cho said, looking back at home through her shiny black locks that fell about her shoulders. "Thought you'd forgotten about me."
"Never!"
She nibbled on her lip. "There was some nonsense about Cedric in the library—"
"You don't need to explain it to me—"
"It was that bitch Greengrass trying to mess with me."
Harry paused. "Oh?" That wasn't a surprise. Daphne was causing havoc everywhere. He needed to get her in line — forcefully.
She stopped suddenly, letting him bump into her. Her voice dropped. "I'm still very much invested in this." She said quietly, brushing lint from his shoulders. "Susan Bones won't be able to offer you much, with her Aunt gone. But my family could open a door that doesn't open for anyone else."
"I'm not saying no." Harry offered lamely.
She smirked at him. She caught his fingers again and pulled him through another crowd of people. At its centre, Lord Chang was greeting guests, along with his wife.
The man looked more like an accountant than a patriarch, his thick black glasses perching on a wide nose. His black hair was dusted with a lot of silver, but his build was stocky and his handshake firm.
"Lord Potter! Welcome to our humble home." Beside him, his beautiful wife bowed, the portrait of an oriental beauty in a sleeveless red cheongsam.
"It's an honour to meet you, Lord Chang." Harry bowed his head, as Cissy had taught him to do. "Thank you for your invite."
"What ball would be complete without Lord Potter?" Lord Chang rumbled. "I've been eager to meet you for sometime. Cho speaks of you kindly."
Harry floundered for a second. Lady Chang's gaze was tight and piercing.
"I didn't know we had a slice of China in our backyard, or I'd have begged for an invite sooner." He joked.
The man laughed. "Better to bring home to you than go home, sometimes, no?"
"You're that attached to Britain?"
"It's been my life." Lord Chang threw his arms wide. "Even if they don't accept me, I still think of these isles as my home."
"I hope to show that House Potter is one of the families that stands for open arms…and open trades."
Lord Chang's eyes twinkled. "It has always been an oddity that my family and yours have never done business. Perhaps we can change that, this year."
"I'd like that."
"Come, have you ever tried baijiu?" The middle-aged man clicked his fingers. A young Chinese girl appeared from nowhere, holding a tray. "It is our national drink, you know."
Harry looked more at the girl than the drink. Was this a clue to the man's fetishes? They'd have to get inside the man's mind to find out. "Are you trying to get me drunk to do business? Because that's my trick, not yours."
The older man guffawed. "Business comes after dinner, so our liquor is soaked up from the food."
Lady Chang pinched her dress and said something in rapid-fire Cantonese.
Lord Chang lost his smile. "But I have other guests to greet, unfortunately. Perhaps my daughter will get you a drink and we'll talk more after dinner?"
Harry glanced at the man's wife. She was a beauty, but she had a sour expression. "Sounds good. I'll take a raincheck on the baijiu. Gong hei fat choy."
Lord Chang's face broke into a surprised smile. "And a Happy Lunar New Year to you, Lord Potter."
Harry let Cho take him away. "I think your mum hates me." He whispered.
She snorted. "Don't be silly. She never talks, don't worry. Father likes you, that's what matters."
"If you're sure…"
"Come on," Cho rolled her eyes. "You probably need to mingle."
"No rest for the wicked."
She kissed his cheek. "Thanks for coming. It means a lot."
"Of course."
She deposited him with Narcissa. They spent a good hour moving from group to group, shaking hands, talking lightly. Most were pleased to see him, making jokes about his Prophet pieces or about Narcissa, but there were few who had snide comments to make about Lords who sought attention, or about women who jumped from one man to another.
When the gong resounded heavily, signaling dinner, it was a relief for them both.
"You okay?" Harry muttered to Cissy.
"Lady Fortescue accidentally spilled her champagne on me." Cissy snarled, pointing to a dark patch on her abdomen. "And then she was like, you must be used to sticky skin. Her husbands runs a fucking ice-cream parlour and she's looking down on me?"
"I think I have a percentage of that parlour." Harry said thoughtfully.
Narcissa smirked maliciously. "I'll have to remind her of that."
Long benches were floated carefully into the hall, covering in white sheets. The white sheets were whipped off to applause, revealing entire chickens, ducks and pigs. Hotpots and soups billowed steam toward the ceiling.
Harry found himself seated opposite Lord Selwyn, to Cissy's consternation. He kept his hand on her thigh — Lord Selwyn kept his gaze on her breasts the entire meal.
After dinner, Lord Chang gave a toast. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. It is my honor to host you at this celebration of the Lunar New Year. I've been in Britain for many years, but I am always grateful to share my culture, as you have alway shared yours." He smirked. "There are not so many differences between my homeland and yours, in the end. Good food, good drink, good company."
The guests cheered in response;.
"I hope that tonight has shown you that we aren't so different. The stereotypes of China aren't accurate anymore. We are modern, we are educated, and we are open for business. To show you that stereotypes aren't kind, I have something to end your dinner, something that is definitely not Chinese." Lord Chang waved his wand.
On their plates, appeared a fortune cookie. The guests broke it open to find a small piece of parchment, inscribed with a quote.
Harry read. "Every house guest brings you happiness. Some when they arrive, and some when they are leaving."
Laughter rang through the hall.
Lord Chang bowed. "Forgive my little joke. Please, enjoy the company and drinks for as long as you like."
"Funny bastard, isn't he?" Lord Selwyn chortled.
Harry nodded, reading the extra message on his parchment. It was an invitation for a select few to join the man in the cigar lounge, as was tradition.
As the guests rose from dinner, to depart or to mingle, Harry walked with a nervous Narcissa to the room at the back.
There were few invited into the backroom, all pureblood nobles. Lord Selwyn's wife left him with a few stern mutters, before his curvy blonde Mistress joined him with a red face.
Harry found Daphne in the crowd, exchanging a glance with her. Her lithe body slipped past him. "It's done. The baijiu." She muttered.
He felt a coil of excitement spark in his core. The bottle of baijiu was poisoned. Once they took a sip of it, there was no going back.
Harry and Narcissa stepped into the lounge.
The room was already smoky, from the leathery incense sticks that had been lit. The curtains had been pulled. Twelve armchairs faced each other in a large circle, each with a side-table. In the middle, a large globe bar was open to show many a bottle.
Harry found himself a little nervous, too — he'd never been in this situation. As the men sank into their armchairs, their girls sank into their laps. Lord Chang was straddled by a young Chinese woman in a babydoll made to look like a traditional cheongsam — it ended at her thighs, and the slit was up to her waist, showing she clearly wore no panties.
"Damned fine party, Chang." Selwyn lit his cigar.
Lord Patel was there, Harry realized, a blonde bimbo sitting on his knee. The man was carefully not meeting his eyes.
"Thank you all." Lord Chang rose a glass of whiskey. "We'll save the baijiu for later, gentlemen. I know what it does to you, Selwyn."
The Welsh man chortled as he pawed at the tall brunette standing awkwardly in front of him. Harry vaguely recognized her as a Muggleborn witch who'd been Head Girl in his first year.
"Good to have you here, Potter." Lord MacDougal raised his glass to him. "Even if you're a little young for cigars and sin."
"Old enough for a mistress, old enough to be here." Amos Diggory adjusted his glasses, a redheaded woman of middle age sitting nervously in his lap. "And might I say, I'm grateful to be back here myself."
"We missed you, old pal." Selwyn toasted him. "To forgetting about grief in the bottom of a glass."
"And other notable bottoms." Amos agreed.
Selwyn heaved and huffed as his hands dove into his robes to pull out his cock. "Can't pretend it's the first time I've had my todger out in front of a Hogwarts student this year." Selwyn chuckled.
"He's an awful lech, Harry." Amos rolled his eyes at him. "Don't pay him much mind."
Harry slowly relaxed into his armchair. This was alright. It was an old boy's club, just seeking a night off from their families and responsibility. All he had to do was take it easy.
Selwyn's brunette sank her face down on the man's dick.
"Hogwarts doesn't train us for that." Harry quipped.
The man snickered. "Special lessons that the Head Girl gets."
Narcissa got him a drink before sinking between his knees and stroking his leg. She too didn't seem that comfortable — Harry supposed she'd never been in a lounge like this. A wife just had to look away.
Lord Chang slipped his girl's babydoll from her shoulders, stroking her skin. "You know, Lord Potter—"
"Harry, please,"
"Harry," Lord Chang inclined his head. "When I first came to Britain, many years ago, I couldn't get a handle on your idioms." He shook his head. "My wife will tell a story where I ran out into the streets because someone told me it was raining cats and dogs."
The room laughed in appreciation.
"But now I know them all, after much study." The man said, a twitch to his lips. "Including the elephant in the room."
"Huh?" Harry's brow rose.
Selwyn rolled his eyes as he forced his girl further down his cock. "He's saying that we're all mighty eager to see your fine filly, Harry."
"Oh," Harry laughed. "I can't think why…"
"Lady Malfoy's been a mighty pain in the rear end for many a year." Lord MacDougal pointed a cigar at her. "So you'll forgive the eagerness."
Harry stroked Narcissa's hair out of her eyes. He needed the men to drink from the baijiu bottle, but to do that, they needed to be loosened up. "You hear that, Cissy? The gentlemen want a show."
She batted her eyelashes. "Yes, My Lord."
"Why don't you take that dress off and see if you can make their champagne pop?"
The men tittered as she blushed.
Lord Chang snapped his fingers and low ambient jazz began playing.
Cissy stood and nervously pulled the zip from her back. The fabric peeled away, but not enough to reveal her chest, because her hands came up over her hips seductively, over her waist, and up to her bust, holding the dress there.
The men groaned in pent-up desire, causing the nervous woman to finally smile. She could do this, Harry knew — now she had the taste of a little power over the men, she was back on familiar ground.
She locked her knees and bent over completely, showing Harry her squashed, bulging tits as she held them tight. Her shiny platinum blonde hair fell over her head, and then suddenly, she was looking between her own legs, right into Lord Chang's eyes.
"What a fucking whore." Selwyn complimented. "I knew it."
Cissy blushed red, but she didn't stop, squeezing her breasts together and then bouncing them just like Harry liked. Under her sequin grown, the effect looked like glorious creamy disco balls.
"Give the guys a good look," Harry told her. Obediently, she turned and let her gown fall down to her waist.
The men oohed in excitement at the sight of her large full tits, and cheered as she brought one breast slowly, teasingly, to her mouth. Her long tongue extending out to lick her nipple.
"Fuck me," Amos muttered. "I can't believe my eyes."
"I can't believe my dick." Selwyn muttered.
Narcissa turned back to Harry, and he could see everything in her eyes; her arousal, her humiliation, her shame…and her pride. "Show them that beautiful ass of yours." Harry ordered.
Her body slowly swayed as she inched her dress down, until it was caught on her full wide bottom. Narcissa theatrically widened her heel-clad legs and bent over at the waist, her gaze not leaving Harry's.
Her sequin dress was tight against her asscheeks, the sheer material hiding none of her ample flesh. Cissy bit her lip, and with a sharp tug, the dress finally slid over her creamy ass.
She was a sight to see — bent at the waist, hands pulling her dress down her glorious form, cast in a orange glow from the lamplight and the burn of the many cigars.
Narcissa moaned and squirmed her thighs together as the dress pooled around her feet, her nude thong noticeably darkened with a wet patch.
"I'm gonna blow like the fucking Hindenburg." Selwyn groaned, roughly rocking his girl's head back and forth in his lap.
Lord Chang's own pleasure girl was grinding in his lap, but he was sweating at the sight of Cissy. "Narcissa Malfoy, undone at last." He murmured.
"I wish my wife could see this — she fucking hates her." Amos Diggory said absently.
"Thank you, Lord Potter." Lord Patel said, getting stroked off by his blonde doll, who looked like an American pornstar, with exaggerated lips and tits.
"Glad to give you guys some small relief." Harry joked. "She's not done though."
Harry had to lean forward awkwardly because of his stiff cock, but he reached around Cissy to slowly peel down her thong. It was a teenage thought, but he wanted the guys to see her ass. The two jiggly bouncy cheeks, two parts of a perfect peach, wide and thick and toned and firm, defying gravity and sense.
The thong was peeled away with a wet sound, and Narcissa shuddered in shame as she heard it — she knew that all of them could see the strings of grool that snapped away from her panties. They could see her creamy, glistening cunt.
And worst of all, they could see the lilac pink plug gleaming from her tiny asshole. Narcissa Malfoy was plugged and gushing for her Lord.
"Holy shit." Selwyn gasped. "She's got a diamond bigger than my wife's fucking ring, shining out of her tooter-chooter."
"Would you look at that?" MacDougal admired, shaking his head. "I always knew she'd do anything for wealth."
"You're a good old sort, Potter." Amos muttered. "You've got the bitch well in hand, I see."
"That I do." Harry said, pulling Cissy forward into his grasp. He took her cheeks in both hands. He could feel her trembling. He bounced her asscheeks for the guys to see, making her pale buttocks wobble. Then he spanked her hard, so her ass rippled and reddened.
"Tell the guys that you love it, Cissy." He ordered.
"M-my Lord?"
He spanked her hard, making her squeal.
"I-I love it, my Lord!"
"What do you love?" Harry asked, rolling her cheeks, groping them firmly, digging his fingers into her ample flesh. For his audience, he pulled apart her cheeks, so her diamond plug shivered in her puckered asshole, so her cunt trembled and dribbled.
"I love it when you touch me!" She cried, her eyes wet with tears, her face red.
"A whore at her core. It's beautiful." MacDougal grunted, jerking himself off as his Mistress slobbered on his balls.
"You've got a red hot slut there, Potter," Selwyn declared. "And I've seen a ton in my time."
"I'm not gonna miss a society event ever again." Amos grinned. "You're gonna be able to get me to agree to anything after this, Potter, my mind's so blown."
Harry winked at him. "I think the gentlemen like you, Cissy. Why don't you say thank you?"
He turned her forcefully.
"T-thank you, my Lords." Narcissa said demurely. She was a panting whimpering mess, her nipples hard, wisps of her hair in her mouth, her thighs squirming to cure an itch she couldn't rid herself of.
Harry spanked her roughly again, the crack resounding through the room. "And maybe say sorry?"
"I'm sorry, my Lords." She squeaked out, jumping as Harry's fingers found their way into her dewy pussy.
Lord Chang moaned as his girl bounced on his cock, creaming down his shaft. "Top tier entertainment, Lord Potter. I daresay my Lunar New Year ball will be remembered for decades."
"And why will you never be naughty again?" Harry prompted, fingering his Cissy.
"I d-don't know!" She wailed as she shuddered on his fingers. Her hands came to grasp her own breasts as she came on his hand, squeezing her tits firmly.
"She's running hotter than my wife when she caught me with the Swedish Quidditch team." Selwyn guffawed.
"You don't know?" Harry prompted. "Why won't you be naughty ever again?" He repeated.
"B-because, because—" She was clearly having trouble thinking, as he roughly pumped his fingers into her.
"Yes?" Harry said patiently. This was fulfilling a fantasy he didn't know he'd had — he'd spent all these months fucking beautiful women, and been mostly unable to brag about any of it. Fuck, he'd spent the whole last summer making Draco's mum beg for his cock, and hadn't been able to tell anyone.
This was a sweet catharsis. Finally, people knew that he, Harry Potter, was a MILF-fucking pussy-splitting panty-dropper.
"B-because I'm a good girl for you!" She cried. Harry withdrew his fingers in surprise, and then found himself with a crying woman in his lap, weeping into his chest.
"Blimey." Amos muttered.
"She really has changed." MacDougal looked on with wide eyes.
Harry stroked her naked back softly, feeling guilty. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised — Narcissa had been emotionally repressed, prim and proper, unable to imagine pleasant sex in the bedroom, let alone being finger-banged in front of high society.
She sobbed into his chest, wracked with emotion.
"You're my good girl, sweetheart." He told her. "I'm so proud of you."
"You really do have her under control." Lord Patel commented. "Mark of a strong man to make a woman know her place."
"I wish my wife would act anything like that." Selywyn grinned. His brunette was coughing out his slimy seed - some snorted out of her nostril.
Amos toasted the Welsh man as he pawed at the naked redhead in his lap, who was grinding on his robed cock, facing the others. It was good etiquette to show the girls off, apparently. "My wife's not going to see me for three months, 'cos after seeing that, I'm gonna need Monica here day and night."
Lord Patel was rubbing his brown cock over his blonde's girls face. "Fifteen years later, I still can't believe you took your wife's sister as your Mistress, Amos." The man curled his lip.
"And lived to tell the tale." Amos grinned. "She likes having her sister close — it was either that or Monica marries some loser."
Lord Chang was still staring at Narcissa as she clung to Harry's neck, his eyes locked on her bountiful bottom. "Harry, you can call me Albert." He said suddenly.
"Huh?"
"My English name, since none of these tea-drinking neanderthals can pronounce my real name. Albert."
"Like you Chinese don't drink tea." Selwyn muttered.
Harry shrugged. "Albert it is."
Albert stroked his chin. His pretty pleasure girl was sitting exhausted on his lap, cum oozing from their joined groins. "Usually, we take advantage of the occasion. Us old…Ewan, what is that word you use?"
"Geezers."
"Geezers." Albert tested the word out, amused. "Us old geezers will drink a potion to keep us going, enjoying the women with a drink or ten, and a few cigars."
Harry needed them to drink the baijiu — he needed the full extent of the lounge time to descend into Chang's mind.
"Sounds like a good time to me," He said.
The Chinese man leaned forward. "Don't tell the wives, but we usually bring in a couple of brothel girls to perform for us. A little visual flair, you understand?"
Harry nodded. Where was this going? "Every potion needs a stir, I get it."
Albert looked around at the other men. "But, I think I speak for all the gentlemen when I say that your Mistress has us feeling like young men again."
"Hear-hear." Selwyn wiped his cock with a monogrammed handkerchief. "I'm feelin' like a little boy, and not in the way ol' Lucius did." He snickered.
"So I thought, if you're willing, you could have your Malfoy woman perform on you, for us."
Narcissa stiffened in his lap. Harry caressed her back calmingly.
Albert held his hands up, seeing his hesitance. "Perhaps I can sweeten the deal. I have a guy in the Ministry who is rather lax in his new building inspections, if you're looking to plant some roots…"
Selwyn took a big gulp of whiskey. "I'm looking for a partner on a job — knocking down a Quidditch stadium to build some houses." The plump man shrugged. "Could bring you in fifty-fifty."
"Don't know what I could do, old chap." Amos added. He tried to adjust his tie and realized he was bare-chested. "But I am a respected figure in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
"Centaur racing—" MacDougal interjected.
"We don't talk about that!" Amos snapped. "Uh, sorry, Harry, somethings are best left—"
"I get it." Harry smirked. "Kind offers, thank you, gentlemen. I'd like to grow some ties between my House and yours, since they've become dusty." His hand snaked through Cissy's hair and tugged sharply. Her eyes were jolted to meet his. "What do you say, Cissy?"
He gestured at his bulging crotch. "I am still hard."
She lowered her eyes, blushing. "Then I still have work to do."
"Attagirl!" Selwyn whooped. "Hip-hip-hurrah for Lord Potter!"
"Hip-hip-hurrah!" The men toasted as Narcissa slid from his lap onto her knees, her plump ass resting on the back of her heels. Harry turned the armchair so they'd all have a better look.
"I do need a drink, though." He said, eying the bottle of baijiu.
"Later." Albert dismissed. "It's strong — we drink it now, we'll be passed out in ten minutes. We usually save it for the ganbei, my final toast at the end of the night."
Fuck.
Narcissa looked up at him with wide eyes as she fished his cock out.
"Keep it up." He whispered. "We're almost there."
The former princess of high society looked up at him with pouting lips, as if to say, 'you're not the one who has to choke on a dick in front of the gentlemen's club'.
Lord Selywn giggled as Cissy's lips enveloped Harry's cockhead. "Bottom's up, Malfoy!"
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"Whoa, what took so long—" Daphne's words cut off as she entered the room, taking in the sight of Narcissa. The Malfoy mother was coated in cum, her face glazed in thick pools of stringy jizz, hanging from her ears, matted in her hair, dribbling down her tits.
"The baijiu is drunk at the end of the night." She hissed venomously.
"Oh?" Daphne shrugged innocently. "I didn't know."
"I'll drain your blood with a pocket knife, you fucking—"
"Okay, okay, enough." Harry interrupted. He was mildly tipsy and far too relaxed, having enjoyed a long blowjob from Cissy. "It's time to go to work."
The other men and their girls were passed out, snoring.
Behind Daphne, Hermione and Apolline followed, their eyes widening at the sight of Cissy.
"Cissy, in public?" Apolline gasped. "So French, non?"
Narcissa seethed, wiping herself off with her discarded dress.
"We needed all this time to go deeper." Hermione chided Harry.
He shrugged. "Things got out of control. You have the stuff?"
Daphne held up her makeup bag. "Carefully formulated potions to induce a shared Legilimency and weaken his mental defenses."
Harry pulled up some chairs next to Lord Chang's, while Apolline pulled the man's pleasure girl away from him. "Let's get started."
"I will keep an eye on you from out here." Cissy promised. "I'll deliver the Cruciatus to you when the timer runs out, whether you're done or not. So don't waste time."
"Did you bring any snacks to eat while you're waiting?" Daphne jabbed. "Oh, never mind."
"You sure you want to make jokes when you're about to be unconscious for hours in front of me?" Narcissa challenged.
From the look on Daphne's face, she hadn't thought of that.
Together, he, Daphne, Hermione and Apolline downed their potions, while Narcissa pried open Lord Chang's mouth and poured the potion down it.
Harry waited a minute before he gave the go-ahead. Together, the four rose their wands and said the incantation, pointing at the man.
"Legilimens."
The cigar lounge disappeared. Harry felt a pull at his navel and then another in his stomach, as the colours swam together. He felt like he was being pulled towards the passed out man, his hands out-stretched like he was about to fall.
The colors drained away, into a black void.
And from the black void, emerged the castle.
Hogwarts.
As Hermione had designed it, full of traps and getaways.
He blinked and he was standing in the Astronomy Tower, just as planned. Always start off somewhere isolated, somewhere with a good vantage point to find the target.
Lord Chang would have defenses — even the most amateur Occlumency would ensure the man appeared in a different location to them.
That was fine.
He was here, somewhere.
"It's so real." Daphne murmured, touching the stone walls.
"I did work very hard." Hermione said proudly, looking at him. "Putting all this together."
It was lifelike, Harry admitted. The morning sun poured through the open arches, the gentle breeze at their faces.
A deafening earsplitting roar split the calm.
Harry stepped to the edge of the tower, a chill running down his spine.
That was a familiar sound. On the grass below, he saw the shadow.
And when he looked up, he saw the dragon.
The enormous black-scaled Horntail whipped through the skies, billowing torrents of flame into the air. The Giant Squid in the lake sank into the waters, scared.
"Uh, Granger," Daphne said quietly. "Why the fuck did you put a fully grown Hungarian Horntail into the mindscape?"
"I didn't!" Hermione fretted.
Harry closed his eyes, his heartbeat racing. "She didn't." He clenched his fist. "Chang's been given specialist Occlumency training."
Daphne blustered. "B-but we're bypassing his mindscape by placing our own — the whole point is that he doesn't know he's getting attacked, so he doesn't bring up his walls!"
He could feel every granule of the stone under his fingers, his senses tunneled in. This was a problem. "His whole business with the Patels revolves around mind-fucking, expert Legilimency. He was expecting something like this. He's had training to be able to Occlude his mind even when unconscious."
"So what?" Apolline bit her lip. "We 'ave to deal with a dragon."
Harry took steady breaths. "Not just a dragon — there'll be more trouble. Security of the mind, searching for us, hunting, trying to take us out."
"Fuck my life." Daphne snarled. "Granger, this is your fault."
"How is this my fault, you blonde bimbo—"
As two girls argued, Apolline's arm wrapped around his waist, her soft breath on his cheek. "It will be difficult to inflame his sexual urges in ze presence of a dragon, 'Arry." She murmured.
Harry closed his eyes.
"But I can do it, oui? You have felt zem both, a dragon's fire and a Veela's touch? Which is 'otter?" She giggled.
He smiled, renewed. His Apolline could bring him out of any dark mood, which meant she could make Chang feel anything too.
"We need him hot and horny and distracted, so we can go deeper into his mind. Into the next layer, the ego." He told them all.
The dragon roared. The castle shook again.
"I can take care of ze horny." Apolline smirked.
"I can take care of the Horntail." Harry added.
Hermione pulled at her own hair. "Y-you're all missing the point!" She accused. "This doesn't work if he realizes this isn't really Hogwarts!"
Harry grimaced. She wasn't wrong. "There's still a way to make this work."
"What is it?"
"We have to make him think he's in a good Legilimency, not a bad one."
"The fuck is a good Legilimency?" Daphne spat.
Apolline's eyes widened in realization. "A Veela who has come to fuck you—"
"A gift from a wife," Hermione suggested.
Harry nodded slowly. "A Veela who's a public figure, with a husband who's a politician. She can't do it in real life, but for the right price…"
"She can do it in your dream." Apolline shivered. "I don't really 'ave to fuck him, do I?"
"No." Harry crossed his arms. He wasn't going to let that happen. "We just need him ready to blow."
"You're all crazy." Daphne sighed. "But I'm here, aren't I?"
Harry pulled her to his side and patted her ass. "Yes, you are."
She still looked disgruntled.
"Know what would cheer you up?" He nudged.
"Going home?"
"A sorta racist joke." He prodded her.
She scowled at him. "I don't know why you and Granger seem to think I'm suddenly the most racist—"
"What do you call a Chinese man when he sees a big busty French Veela?"
Daphne looked at him doubtfully.
"Ho-Lee-Fuk." Harry grinned.
Hermione made a loud tutting noise. Daphne just sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, entwining her fingers with his. "Three out of ten for execution, but thank you for trying."
He pouted. "Not So-Fan-Nie?"
The blonde Slytherin elbowed him. "You're so silly." She said fondly, before brushing his fringe. "Want to know your name in Chinese?"
"What?"
Daphne smirked and pressed a butterfly kiss to his lips. "Wang Long."