"I thought you'd make your move but I didn't think you'd be so sly, my little kitten," Rose smirked as she sauntered in and stood in front of the bed with her hips cocked to the side.
Lizzie blushed cutely and Harry wrapped his arms around her with a chuckle.
"Can't say I blame you though," the blonde continued. "He's one hell of a shag."
"Innit?" Lizzie said with a grin. "Morgana, I never thought sex would feel so awesome!"
"Tut-tut, it ain't so easy, girlie," Rose grinned as she started to slowly undress, intent on putting a show for the pair of naked horndogs in front of her. "Sex ain't always so awesome. It's that wonder cock between your legs that's giving you the wrong impression. Why, I can recall no less than everyone else who feel pathetic now that I've tried that."
Harry felt his ego swoon at Rose's honest admission and with hungry eyes, he watched as more and more of her delectable ivory skin was rendered visible for both him and Lizzie to feast on. He could feel Lizzie's fingers playing with the tufts of hair on his chest and as he glanced at her, he saw her staring at a stripping Rose with entranced eyes.
"Oh? I didn't know you swung that way as well, my girl," Rose teased, noticing the fascinated look in the younger woman's eyes as she gazed at her. "You want a piece of this, sugar?"
Lizzie did not reply but merely stared as Rose climbed on the bed and crawled on all fours toward them. Their eyes feasted on her large, voluptuous tits as they dangled under her as she reached out, turning Harry so that he was lying on his back.
"Think you got a little more oil in that, stud?" She smirked, swinging one leg over his waist and straddling his legs. Her hands darted forward and grasped his hardening penis slick with their combined love juices.
"You need to ask?" Harry asked with a chuckle, staring up at her. Rose grinned and began to stroke him back to hardness.
"The day was rough. Had a little spat with my folks. You got no idea how much I need this right now," she replied and groaned as she planted her naked pussy over the underside of his cock, sliding against it.
"What happened?" Harry asked, his breathing forcibly even.
"They want me to take up a ministry job. Merlin knows why they love sucking up to those bastards so much," Rose replied. "Ah good. You look ready to go."
Harry watched as she dragged her hand behind her and grasped his hard length by the base. She aligned herself with the head and dropped. With one firm slam, she had his entire length buried inside her.
"Ah fuck! Oh yes…" Rose groaned and started to slowly move up and down, controlling the pace and fucking him.
"Damn… you're as good as always."
"Just the way you like me," she laughed as she slowly increased the pace. Harry's eyes feasted on the heavenly sight of her lustrous blonde hair as it bounced in tandem with her slams, her beautiful face contorted in sheer pleasure as she fucked herself raw over his cock, and the alluring jiggle of her massive gravity-defying defying tits.
Rose's slams transformed into full-on bouncing as she immersed herself in the act, intent on quenching her lusty thirst. Her eyes were locked on his face and she smiled sultrily as he continued to ogle her with nothing but sheer desire. She loved that look on his face, knowing that here was a man who could have any woman he possibly wanted and who was with multiple women at the same time, and yet she could elicit such pure emotions from him.
She knew he was not officially attached to any woman and he had no plans to either. Yet, the fact counted in her books.
Her eyes fell on the brunette who was lying on the bed to their left and she smirked when she saw the look of sheer arousal on Lizzie's face. She always knew the younger woman had it in her and she smiled at her.
Lizzie was eagerly rubbing her folds, loving the sight of her new lover and her employer fucking right in front of her, right after she had been fucked in the same bed mere minutes ago. She had to marvel at both Harry's virility and stamina, and Rose's sexual prowess. She had always known the older woman had the ability to turn men's heads wherever she went thanks to the wonderful assets she had been blessed with, and this was the first time she was seeing her in all her rightful glory.
"You're beautiful, Liz," Rose moaned, taking in the sight of the slender woman as she pleasured herself. "Believe me, I can't wait to get down and dirty with you now that we've shared this."
Lizzie's eyes widened as the implications dawned on her, but all it did was intensify her arousal twofold. Her ministrations quickened, her fingers eagerly rubbing her sensitive clit, as she chased her climax. It was a poor substitute for the magnificent cock she'd had inside her some time ago but it would do for now.
Rose was wildly bouncing on his cock, plunging onto it hard and fast and sending her massive tits flying about. Harry groaned under the feeling of her tight, hot walls as they hugged his length hammering in and out of her sodden depths.
"Ahh Harry… Ohh…" Rose moaned. "Fuck me…"
Harry did just that. He started to buck his hips in tandem with her bounces, plunging his cock deep into her wet folds. The blonde moaned and cried in jubilation as Harry reached over and delivered quick smacks on her plump arse.
"Oh you dirty man," she moaned with a wicked smile. "You love that arse, don't you?"
"Can you fucking blame me?" He asked rhetorically through clenched teeth. "Merlin you're excited tonight."
"I've been looking forward to having this cock inside me for hours now. Of course I am!" She proclaimed passionately. "You better give it all to me, got it?"
"Gladly," Harry chuckled and bent his knees. He planted his legs on the bed and grabbed her firmly by the ass. "Here I go!"
Rose cried out as Harry started to hammer mercilessly inside her. He plunged deeper than before and she could feel the head of his cock repeatedly colliding with her cervix. Normally, such an act would induce tremendous pain but with him, she felt nothing but pleasure. Perhaps it was magic or perhaps it was the man she was with, but for the life of her, she couldn't care less.
"Ahh yesss!"
Harry grunted, sweat dripping down his chest, and Rose's arms that had so far been planted on his chest gave away. She fell over in a heap, flattening her massive tits against his hard and sweaty chest, as Harry continued to ram away inside her with furious thrusts.
"I'm coming!" She cried out and planted her mouth hard on his chest to muffle her cries, and Harry grunted under the feeling of immense tightness he could feel around his cock as it slammed inside her. She shivered atop him and he held her firmly by her arse, holding her in position as she rode out the intense orgasm that crashed over like a raging inferno.
Rose lay still over his as Harry held himself inside her. He didn't move and he held back his climax, letting her come down from her orgasmic high. He spied Lizzie shivering as she lay to their left and saw she had also had her climax. She was staring at them through half-lidded eyes with her mouth parted open.
Once Lizzie's orgasmic high abated, he was surprised when she pulled off him. He didn't stay surprised for long as she bent over his cock and fed the entirety of his length inside her wanton mouth. Stroking him with one hand, the other fondled his balls, intent on coaxing out every bit of the seed that remained inside.
Harry felt her slick, hot mouth plunging onto his hard cock eagerly, and it was mere minutes later when he erupted inside her mouth. His thick, hot seed splattered her mouth and Rose took it all eagerly.
Once his orgasm subsided, Harry watched, breathing heavily, as she leaned back and opened her mouth, showing her precious collection deposited on her tongue. She winked, and he watched hornily as she furiously slammed her lips against Lizzie's.
The younger woman's eyes opened wide in shock before they closed in pleasure as Rose shared the feast with her. With a wicked grin, the blonde pulled back and stared at her.
"That's all for tonight. I'm bloody knackered now, and you don't look too eager to do anything right now. How 'bout we get down and dirty together sometime else? Ain't as if anyone's going anywhere, right?"
Lizzie could only nod as Rose took her place to her left.
"G'night, lovelies," Rose grinned and wrapped her arms around Lizzie's slender frame, pulling her and Harry close.
Lizzie's breath hitched when she felt Rose's massive tits pressing against her back and the heat she could feel over her arse as it pushed against her recently fucked quim. She glanced up at Harry who gave her a wink and draped his arm over her, wrapping around Rose's frame as well. The blonde sighed in contentment and closed her eyes.
"G'night."
-Break-
Contrary to what both Harry and Lizzie had believed, nothing exciting happened the next morning. Rose had already started with her day before they even woke up, and once Lizzie heard the chatter outside, she too bolted to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
"Remember she wasn't here today? Looks like the crowd's much bigger today. Shift's gonna be tight," the brunette groaned as she showered, and Harry sighed, falling back on the messed-up bed. It seemed he wouldn't be getting some in the morning today.
A few minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened and Lizzie darted out, already dressed in her usual casual attire. She looked herself up in the mirror and nodded.
"Sorry, Harry," she said softly. "But duty calls."
"Hey, no worries," he smiled. "I understand. Imma head out soon as well."
Lizzie nodded as she bit her lower lip softly, looking a bit uncertain. Moments later, she shrugged and walked over toward the bed. She leaned over and gently planted her lips on his.
The pair kissed softly for a little while, their lips caressing each other tenderly. It felt intimate and when they pulled away with small smiles, they could tell both of them liked it very much.
"Thank you for last night. I'm so glad I gave my virginity to you," she said, smiling.
"I look forward to our next time together," he replied, smirking.
Lizzie chuckled in amusement before she kissed him once again.
Five minutes later, Harry climbed out of bed and made his way over to the bathroom to get started with his day. When he emerged after getting ready, he found the pub to be brimming with patrons. Expertly weaving around to ensure he was not noticed, he took his spot at the counter where Rose greeted him with a bright smile.
"The usual?"
"Sure."
"Be right back."
Harry idly drummed his fingers on the counter as he cast a glance around. Plates and glasses flew about to and from the tables as Lizzie coordinated the orders. She caught his eye and smiled. The atmosphere might be a bit raucous but it was by no means undesirable. After all, he knew how rare a sight this would become if something was not done about Voldemort.
The dark bastard might be lying low right now, and his ascent to terrorism might be a little while away, but he knew he needed to start chipping away at his assets to reduce his advantage.
He jerked slightly when he felt something approaching him at a fast pace and he whirled around. His brows furrowed slightly when he saw the owl that landed on the counter right in front of him. The owl dropped the envelope it was carrying in its beak and took off without waiting for his response.
Curious, Harry stared at the wax seal and waved his hand over the letter to examine it. Once it came negative, he broke the seal and pulled the letter out.
His eyes ran over the sheet of parchment, taking in the contents of the letter.
"Anything interesting?"
Harry pulled his eyes off the letter and glanced over to Rose who placed his breakfast in front of him and raised an amused eyebrow. Chuckling, Harry shook his head and incinerated the letter.
"Nope," he replied. "The crowd's bigger than usual today."
"Making up for yesterday, Liz said," Rose replied. "Won't find me complaining though."
"Naturally. Here you go."
Rose frowned as she saw what Harry had placed on the counter. With pursed lips, she said reproachfully, "Your orders are on the house."
"I ain't a freeloader, Rose," Harry said simply, chewing on his bread. "These things don't come for cheap. You better take it."
She stared at him with a frown.
"Look," Harry sighed. "I appreciate that you consider me so close to not charge for food or drinks, but I don't like not paying for my stuff. If you don't take it, I've heard the Leaky's got some nice hash browns."
"Blackmail? Really?"
Harry shrugged and pushed the coins forward.
Rose sighed and deposited them in the drawer.
"I'm taking those with protest, I'll have you know."
"I'll repay your protest with a good spanking next time," he said gruffly.
Rose rolled her eyes as she winked and walked away. Harry stole a glance at her seductive arse as it swayed before he turned back to his breakfast.
'So it's begun, huh?' He thought to himself.
The letter had been from Lucius Malfoy, sent in his capacity as the heir to the House of Malfoy to arrange a meeting with the new lord of the House of Peverell.
Filthy, reaching slimeballs that they were, Harry was not surprised that they'd already approached him, presumably for an alliance.
Fat chance of that happening,' Harry thought scornfully. He already had plans for Malfoy and his cronies, and there was no way he was going to let them do as they pleased anymore. The only little tidbit he needed to take care of was not to implicate himself in any manner. He had plans. Big plans that needed him to be clear of the law enforcement's radar. It wouldn't do if he was sentenced to Azkaban or worse and thus, forced to be on the run.
Malfoy had asked for him to reply with a time and a place for them to meet, and Harry had the perfect idea of how to go about his little mission. All it needed was a little patience on his part. After all, Malfoy and Lestrange were preys and as a hunter, it would be his genuine pleasure to toy with them before he ripped their throats out.
Harry was soon finished with his breakfast and he stepped off the stool. Rose and Lizzie looked over and Harry nodded in parting.
It was the weekend, and he knew he needed to be elsewhere right now. He made his way over to the fireplace and in a swirl of emerald flames, he vanished from the pub and appeared inside the massive fireplace in his room in Hogwarts.
He brushed the soot off his shoulders with a wave of his hand and walked out of the room. The castle seemed devoid of any life, as expected when there were no students. He took the moving staircase down to the floor concerned and with slow, purposeful steps, he made his way toward the library.
As expected, he found the person of his interest right outside the library, chatting to, he noticed, none other than Narcissa. He plastered a confident smile on his face and made his way over.
"Septima, good to see you again," he greeted.
The two women turned around immediately, and similar grins overtook their features.
"And you too, Miss Black," Harry smiled.
"Lord Peverell," Narcissa greeted with a curtsey, as befitting the daughter of a proud pureblood household. Harry smirked. He knew Narcissa would not want everyone around to know just how close they were, at least until her pesky betrothal problem was not sorted out, and he had no problems behaving cordially with her.
'It ain't as if this changes how I've been making her scream and moan my name so far,' he thought in amusement.
"And good to see you as well, Lord Peverell," Septima greeted, putting an extra emphasis on his title. "Last I knew, you were Harry Potter, and now I'm meeting the lord of one of the most revered wizarding houses in history. You sure work fast and surprise people, don't you?"
Harry chuckled at the teasing smile on her face and he did not miss Narcissa's curious glances between them.
"You two have met previously?" She asked.
"We met when she came over to meet the headmaster for the job," Harry replied, earning a nod from the dark-haired woman.
"Actually, Harry here was the one who suggested I get some practice in before starting out. Not only that, he even volunteered to play the role of the student," she added brightly.
"He did, did he?" Narcissa remarked drily, staring at him. Harry stared at her with a smile, easily deciphering the expression on her face. She seemed to be asking 'Really? Her too? Already?' and Harry did the only thing he could do. He shrugged.
Narcissa released a small, exasperated sigh as she gazed at him. Harry merely smiled.
"You two seem to know each other as well," he remarked.
"I was a couple years above her at Hogwarts," Septima replied. "We've had our fair share of encounters over the years."
"More like she forced herself into my study sessions in the library," Narcissa interjected.
"Don't act as if you didn't like me chasing those idiots away," Septima teased. "Who was it again? Malfoy, right? You won't believe how many times I got rid of the ponce."
"Really?"
Narcissa glanced at Harry with pursed lips who gave her a subtle nod. Turning toward Septima, he asked, "When do you want to get started with the roleplay?"
"Huh?"
"The practice sessions," Harry clarified, smirking when he saw the cute blush on her face. She averted her eyes and cleared her throat.
"Tomorrow onward, is that okay with you?"
"I got no issues," he replied. "I'll leave you two to your chat then."
"Ah, no worries. I was gonna go unpack my stuff anyway. See you two later," Septima replied. Harry and Narcissa watched her walk away toward the Arithmancy classroom and once she was out of sight, he grabbed Narcissa's hand and dragged her behind him, applying a silent disillusionment charm on her. He turned himself invisible as well and led her to one of the abandoned classrooms on the floor.
Once inside, he took down their invisibilities and applied a privacy charm on the door.
"I got a letter from Malfoy today," he saw no need to beat about the bush.
Narcissa's eyes widened slightly before they narrowed in concentration.
"What did it say?" She asked.
"Idiot wants to meet me. Must've heard about me taking up my lordship and now wants to kiss my ass, I guess."
"As expected of that family," Narcissa muttered distastefully. "You going to meet him?"
"I think so," Harry nodded. "Getting to know a bit about him would help me decide how to get rid of him without implicating myself. Maybe I'd manage to get a hold of Lestrange as well while I'm at it."
"You're really gonna do it?" Narcissa asked softly.
Harry sighed and took her in his arms, pressing his lips against hers. Narcissa sighed against his lips as she melted into the kiss, reciprocating eagerly.
"I'll tell you a few things someday, and when I'm done, you'll tell me death was an easy way out for them."
The blonde pulled back and regarded him curiously.
"What have you been through, Harry?" She asked softly, caressing his cheek. Harry palmed her hand, making her pause.
"Not today, but I promise. I will tell you one day," he replied.
Narcissa sighed and gave him a small nod.
"Okay, I'll hold you on to that," she said. Glancing up at him, she continued, "And tell me something honestly. How many women have you been with so far apart from me in the past few weeks?"
"Pardon?" Harry blinked.
"I'm just curious here. You have me obviously, and I know you've spent nights away from the castle. Doesn't take much to figure out what you get up to," she said teasingly. "And if I'm not mistaken, you've already got your sights set on Septima."
Harry chuckled.
"I don't kiss and tell, Cissa, at least not without an equal exchange," he replied with an easy grin. "You have certainly hit the nail on the head, that I'll confirm for you. Why, you got any problems with that?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes before she darted forward and grabbed him by the balls, smirking.
"I don't care who else you put this thing in, but you better not think about forgetting about me. I'm not even close to having enough of you, you hear me?"
Harry stared at her in slight surprise for a few seconds before he grinned.
"Loud and clear," he replied, and before Narcissa could react, he had her turned around and pressed flush against him. His hands darted up to grope her tits over her clothes and he pushed his pelvis against her plump arse. "And you don't need to worry about a thing. I plan to keep you around for a very long time. There's a reason, after all, why I'm going to get rid of this betrothal of yours and your sister's."
Narcissa groaned under his ministrations as she ground her arse against his hardening member.
"So my sister too, huh? Figures. You truly are a depraved pervert," she moaned as he began to nibble along the side of her neck.
"She's your sister, Cissa. Do you really expect me to not have my sights on her?" He said gruffly, sucking firmly on her soft ivory skin. "As you said, I am a depraved pervert."
Narcissa breathed throatily before with a wicked grin, she squirmed out of his grasp and jumped away from him. Turning around, she gave him a sultry smirk.
"Take care of that thing on your own. I've got my healer lessons to get to," she said and walked away, leaving a visibly aroused Harry with a massive tent in his trousers staring at the open door.
-Break-
While everyone else was occupied with one thing or the other, Harry found himself traversing the corridors of Hogwarts when he heard his name being called. Turning around, he watched as none other than Professor Flitwick came closer.
"Professor? How can I help you?"
"I've told you to call me Filius, Harry," Flitwick reminded gently, making Harry smile gently.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Was there something you wanted from me?"
Flitwick nodded and brandished a rolled parchment. He held it forward and Harry gingerly took it from him. Unrolling it, he read it through and understanding dawned on him.
"You didn't have to do this," Harry said, rolling it back up and handing it back to the half-goblin who put it away.
"I told you it'd be an honor to see Britain being represented by someone worthy once again," Flitwick smiled. "Seeing how the headmaster himself has accepted you as his apprentice, it is proof enough for me that you deserve this opportunity."
Harry shook his head with a sigh. If only the man knew what his circumstances were and just why Dumbledore had chosen him to be his apprentice…
"Listen, Harry," Flitwick sighed, his face solemn. "Dueling is an art that is very close to my heart. It has been years since I quit the circuit, and believe me, not a day goes by when I don't reconsider my decision to retire. Sadly, circumstances change and you are forced to decide. Normally, I wouldn't regret my decision, but I do. You know why?"
Harry remained silent as he listened.
"I regret retiring because ever since then, Britain has either been represented by someone unworthy to even step inside a dueling arena, much less represent our country, or it has gone unrepresented. The reputation I cultivated for this country has fallen into tatters, making us the laughingstock of the dueling world."
Harry closed his eyes and sighed.
"You said that you were interested. Consider this an old man's final contribution to this country's dueling. If something evolves out of it, then it would be very fortunate. If not, then at least this country will have someone worthy represent it once again."
Harry pondered on the matter for a few more seconds as silence prevailed in the corridor they were in.
"Alright, Filius," he nodded. "I will accept it, but I have a condition."
"Name it."
"I want you to duel me," Harry said with fire in his eyes. "I won't accept nepotism. Just because Dumbledore chose me doesn't mean you can give your reference to me. I want to prove myself. To prove that I deserve for you to endorse me like this."
A genuine smile lit up Flitwick's face as the warrior inside him recognized a fellow warrior standing proud in front of him.
"You want to duel me?"
Harry stared at the half-goblin with a resolute face. Flitwick smirked.
"You got it. Tell me when and where, and we can get started."
Without saying another word, Filius Flitwick turned around to walk away.
"Why waste time, Filius?" Harry called out, halting the man in his steps. He turned around slowly, staring at a confidently smirking Harry Peverell. "Let's do this. Right here in the dueling room. Right now."
Flitwick gave him an eager grin, feeling blood rushing through his veins for the first time in decades.
"Follow me then," he said as he flicked his wand, and a silvery creature shot out of it. Harry watched as Filius whispered something and the creature phased through the wall. "I hope you don't mind, but I've called the professors to the dueling chamber."
Harry smirked.
"Just don't go easy on me, Filius. Give me a fair fight."
"I'd rather die than insult your honor like that," Flitwick replied.
With eager grins etched on their faces, Harry Peverell and Filius Flitwick walked side by side with firm strides toward the Hogwarts Dueling Chamber.
TBC.
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