"That was close…" Harry slumped forward, resting his chin on Hermione's right shoulder, now both his arms hugging her belly, squeezing her lithe, tight body against himself, between his legs. "But we got one more… it'll be a—Ah!"
Harry stopped as he felt Hermione sway her back, and that tickled his sensitive erection. It felt painful somehow as if he was cursed to arousal or something. His hands, he never realized, reached up and pressed on both her small breasts. His palms were spread wide, cupping them.
He quickly stopped touching her and stepped back. "I… I'm sorry, Hermione. It's just… I don't know what's happening."
Being freed, Hermione was quick to turn around and face Harry. Her own blush matched with Harry's as she looked down only to find a massive bulge in his pants. She gulped, knowing she had made Harry promise not to do it with her until his condition was resolved.
But finding a pained expression on his face tugged her heartstrings. "Are you alright?"
Harry silently stood up, tugging on his pants to settle his erection as best he could. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. Let's move. Auror Tonks must be waiting for us."
"Harry, no!" Hermione cut him off and blocked his path. She looked him in the eye despite her own embarrassment. "Be honest with me. What's happening to you?"
"I don't know… I've blocked his control, but I still feel this urge… This throbbing heavy pain that comes and goes if I don't release… forget it, Hermione. Let's focus on the Horcrux right now," Harry replied, averting his gaze from her face. Although his inner voice was telling him to be a little selfish and make love to her right then and there, his sensible mind stopped him. He didn't want to lose his friendship with Hermione.
"I can use my hand," Hermione blurted suddenly, staring at the bulge instead of his face.
He was tempted, highly tempted. But Harry maintained his focus. He knew just a hand wasn't going to suffice, so there was no need to waste time. He continued to walk past her. "Thanks for being so nice to me, Hermione. But let's just go now."
Unable to help him, she nodded and followed behind.
The two went out towards the main exit of Hogwarts, hoping to find Tonks. However, midway, Harry remembered he had to meet Bellatrix first to get her vault key to access it.
"I need to get the key from Bellatrix first. You should go and find Tonks; Wait for me at the exit," he advised Hermione.
Hermione felt worried for him just at the mention of Bellatrix. "But… would she give it to you? She's dangerous, Harry."
Oh, she has no idea what has become of her. Harry sighed inwardly.
"She's under the vow, Hermione. She has to do everything I tell her to do." Harry assured her and nudged her to go ahead. "I'll find you quickly. Now go."
Harry didn't wait for her reply and quickly changed his direction. He walked towards the teacher's section of the school, where their personal quarters were located. In one of those lobbies, one of the quarters was given to Bellatrix to live in.
Knock! Knock!
Harry knocked on the door and waited. It was hours past midnight, so he knew the woman must be asleep. So he silently waited.
Click!
Soon, the door opened, and an annoyed-faced Bellatrix appeared, only for her expression to turn into joy at the sight of Harry. "My Lo—"
"Shhh…" Harry pushed Bellatrix back into her room and locked the door behind quickly. Then, he looked back at her, curvy and full of ripe flesh as always. Her hair combed and loose, her body only covered by a silky, sleeveless nightgown. The neck was wide, revealing the plunging valley between her voluptuous mounds.
Will she show any aversion or doubt? Harry had no clue how she'd react.
So, to make it smoother, he smiled and stepped closer to her, one hand reaching for her waist, while the other hand tucked locks of her dark hair behind one ear. Her moon-like ivory face blushed with excitement as he reached for her lips on his own.
"My lord—mmm…" Bellatrix rejoiced, relished in the sensation of her most loved person's lips. His demanding, feathery touch made her legs tremble already, wanting to have her way with him quickly. The hard, squeezing length on her lower belly made her thirst for more.
Harry moved his hands and reached for her honey-soft, large breasts, squeezing them over her silky gown. Tender touch, it flooded her mind with lust and nothing else.
Then finally, Harry pressed forward, hugging her by her waist, and then gripped both her creamy, feather-like ass, kneading them, tugging them wide open, and teased her sweltering core without doing anything. He heated her up to the best of his ability, practically worshiping her ass and lips, not that he found any fault—she was worth all that.
Soon, his tongue curled inside her mouth, their lips locked in the juicy exchange of heat. He waited until Bellatrix started reacting heavily, trying to open his shirt or touch his erection.
Ugh, I better stop. Harry realized he was losing control and stopped kissing her. But he continued to hold her rear, pressing his bulge on her lower belly, maintaining the sense of closeness.
"My Lord~" She cooed, pleading for his attention.
She's mine alright. Harry liked her submissive side.
"Not now, Bellatrix. I have work outside. But for that, I require the key to Lestrange's vault," Harry informed her, maintaining a locked gaze to see every change of expression on her face. However, he saw nothing but pure submission.
"I shall do as my Lord demands. But my Lord, the vault has no key. The goblins open them with their own magic." Bellatrix still rushed over to her study table and took out a paper and quill. She was quick with her hand and wrote down a simple, generic permission to access the account.
Finally, she signed it with her name and a small thumbprint made from her blood. "I've written it, my Lord. Oh, don't forget to disarm the Flagrante and Geminio curse in the vault. And when will you visit me again? Should I prepare? Would you like something special, my Lord?"
Absolute fanatical love was what Harry noticed in Bellatrix's eyes. Even though it was the result of a misunderstanding, he knew she was his most loyal subordinate right now. One who would go to any length to serve him, something that gave him an idea that made him feel quite embarrassed.
Harry took the letter and placed it in his pocket. He looked at Bellatrix's inviting face as if calling him to just pounce on her. "Bellatrix, when I return, I'll visit you and…"
Bellatrix's eyes sparkled like the brightest star. She stepped closer to Harry, but dared not touch her Lord. "T-Then what, my Lord?"
"I will stay the night, and I want you to…" Harry felt goosebumps all over his body. "Carry my bloodline forward."
It'd be sad to be the last Potter to ever live. Harry thought and proposed his wish. He knew he had others he could have asked, but he felt cruel doing it to Hermione or others. Maybe Narcissa?
"My Lord!" Bellatrix took a leap of faith and hugged Harry on her own accord. So strong her body practically stuck to his, her voluptuous milky breasts squeezed so hard he felt her tight buds as well. "I'm honored… I'm blessed… As many as you desire, I'm yours… This servant will serve you well, my Lord."
Ah… Harry felt an aching erection hearing her excited words. Better leave before I can't.
"I will return later." He pecked her on the lips just for the sake of maintaining the illusion and left. If he wanted Bellatrix to sire him a child, the least he could do was be neutral, or somewhat kind to her.
Forgive me, Sirius. He apologized in his heart and left the dark-haired witch alone in her quarters.
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