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Harry's Cock Elixir ch.11
🕑 Added 2023-08-14 20:44:17 +0000 UTCHarry laughed as Cedric pulled up his pants and disappeared behind the door.
Cho released his cock and sat on his lap with her legs slightly spread. A river of cum flowed from her hole and collected on Cedric's bedspread.
"That's a lot of cum," she said.
"Next time, I can pull out if you want," Harry suggested.
"No way. I love it." She dipped her fingers into her pussy and clenched her lips, releasing another stream of cum.
Harry sighed and leaned back on the bed. "Get dressed. You're coming home with me and the girls."
He got dressed while Cho packed up and put on new clothes.
"Okay, honey, I'm ready," Cho said.
They surveyed the bed on Cedric's side. The comforter was soaked with their juices, and Harry nodded. "We did well tonight."
She laughed and took his hand. They walked downstairs and met Cedric, who hovered near the entrance.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"That's none of your business, but I'm leaving with a real man," she said. "Don't follow me and don't try to find out where I'm staying." She took off her engagement ring and threw it in his face. "Engagement over. Fuck off."
They left the apartment and stepped out onto the street. Harry unlocked the Tesla and opened the door for Cho. "I'm sure the girls will want to celebrate tonight. I hope you don't mind."
Cho took his hand and pulled him towards her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her bottom lip trembled.
Harry furrowed his brow. "What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "Everything's perfect." She kissed him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for saving my life."
The last place Harry imagined going on a Friday night date with Narcissa was the French equivalent of Knockturn Alley, but she insisted. And saying "no" to Narcissa was not something he did, and he lived to tell the tale.
They turned into the family planning store, and Narcissa's hand felt cool and clammy in his grasp. He squeezed it reassuringly and rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand. "Everything will work out. I promise."
"You don't know that, Harry." Her hand trembled, and she looked visibly nervous.
Crowded shoppers floated past them, and soft easy rock tunes played on the overhead sound system, occasionally interrupted by announcements throughout the store.
Even on a casual Friday evening, Narcissa attracted the attention of celebrities. And in today's outfit, she caught the lustful gazes of every red-blooded man who passed them by.
She wore her everyday clothes, as she put it. Her everyday outfit consisted of a pair of black, fitted yoga pants, a matching sports bra, and a loose white tank top. The bra provided a generous display of cleavage, and against her dancer's body, Harry couldn't resist grazing his hand against her ass throughout their journey through the store.
In his free hand, he carried a basket filled with non-alcoholic champagne, strawberries, and whipped cream. They were preparing for a private celebration after their shopping trip, one that they intended to continue well into the early hours of the morning.
They stopped in front of the pregnancy elixirs display. Narcissa picked up a random test and studied it.
"Wanna make a bet?" Harry asked.
She looked at him over her shoulder. "Really, Harry? You want to bet on our pregnancy?"
"If you're unsure, then forget it," he said.
She bit her lower lip and seemed to consider it. "What do I get if I win?"
"You mean, if you're not pregnant?" Harry asked. She furrowed her brows. "That's not a win."
He rubbed his chin and examined her pink lips. "I think you're pregnant. You, on the other hand, doubt my super-duper-daddy intuition. That means I get half of the bet, which means you're pregnant."
A slight smile brightened her flawless face. "Alright. How much do I owe you?"
"You don't owe me anything." He lifted the basket. "We'll open the non-alcoholic champagne, and I'll get to use the strawberries and whipped cream all over your body." Her smile widened, and she turned to face him. "What do I win if I'm not pregnant?"
"In that case, I have a bottle of chilled Chardonnay waiting at home, and I'll get to use the strawberries and whipped cream on your body when we try again."
She laughed. "Sounds like a win either way."
He stepped close enough to breathe in her strawberry-scented lip gloss, leaned in, and gave her a gentle kiss on her glossy pink lips. "Darling, I've already won."
She returned his kiss more than once and took a deep breath before looking into his eyes. "Thank you, Harry. I feel better."
"Good." He squeezed her hand and turned back to the display sets. "Pick one and let's go."
She reached for one and studied the front and back covers. "Bellatrix said this one is the most accurate."
"Good choice." He snatched the set from her hand and tossed it into the basket. They turned to leave, but what they saw made them pause.
Halfway down the aisle, a young couple stood in front of the pregnancy test sets. The woman, a stunning brunette in her twenties with ivory skin and plump scarlet lips, wore skinny jeans with fashionable rips and holes. A tight white cotton shirt with a plunging neckline accentuated her ample cleavage. Her dark wavy hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and despite her stunning beauty, she didn't look happy.
The man next to her was roughly the same age but had a protruding belly that strained against his shirt, likely purchased thirty pounds ago. He was a head shorter than the woman, with receding hairline and a double chin that accompanied his plump stomach.
Harry glanced at the woman's ring finger. She wore an average engagement ring with a simple gold band. Either they were married, or they were playing around. She didn't seem like someone he would willingly associate with. She was way out of his league, which meant they were probably married. Apparently, she worked on maintaining her appearance while he let himself go, like a typical lazy wizard who was averse to physical exercise.
"Really?" Narcissa said. "I'm standing right here, and you're checking out another girl?"
"No... I don't know her," Harry said.
Narcissa looked at the couple who were now openly arguing. "How?"
Throughout Hogwarts, everyone knew about her. In fact, she was the subject of more than one of his inappropriate thoughts. Bellatrix was the only woman he paid more attention to than the lovely Daphne Greengrass. "She was in my year at Hogwarts."
Narcissa looked at her for a long, intense moment. "Damn, she's a goddess. How did you manage to focus on your studies?"
"It wasn't easy," he said, recalling her form-fitting dresses, perfect backside, and legs that seemed to go on for days. "I remember she got engaged to her parents' choice in Hogwarts."
"Damn. What a disappointment," Narcissa tightened her grip on his fingers. "You're way, way hotter than that guy."
"Thanks, but you're not entirely impartial," he said.
She gave him an annoyed look. "Please, Harry. It's one thing to be humble, but it's another to outright lie. You must know you're hot. I practically had to pour cold water on that bitch in the product section," she said. "Trust me, I noticed."
According to Narcissa, Harry's elixir had transformed his physique to the point where he had well-defined abdominal muscles, lean muscles all over his body, and a strong, chiseled jawline. His appearance had certainly improved, but he rarely focused on himself with a whole bevy of beauties running semi-naked around his house at all hours of the day and night. "Thanks, darling."
"Let's go find out what they're arguing about." She tried to lead him down the aisle, but he resisted.
"She'll think I'm a creep."
Narcissa smiled devilishly. "In a way, you are. You've been stalking me. Remember?"
"That's true," he said. "But it worked in my favor." He added, remembering her form-fitting dresses, perfect backside, and legs that seemed to go on for days. "Besides, she's married."
"Unhappily married. Look at him. Would you want to marry such a slob?" Narcissa said. "Plus, it's time for you to man up and grow some balls. No force or anything like that. Now come on and stop being such a pussy."
How lucky was he? His super-hot girlfriend was actually encouraging him to pursue another woman and wanted to join in the action. If that wasn't heaven, he didn't want to go there. "Maybe I'll need to increase the dosage of my own elixir." Narcissa giggled. "That just means more sperm for me." She pulled him along, this time with a firmer grip.
This time, he didn't resist.
When they reached Daphne and her husband, they suddenly stopped arguing and turned towards them.
Like a toddler with a pacifier, the husband's gaze immediately fell on Narcissa's spectacular cleavage. Harry wasn't sure who had the hotter partner, but at least he knew Narcissa would never choose such a loser like that guy.
"Sorry to interrupt," Harry said. "You probably don't remember me, but..."
"Harry?" A smile brightened Daphne's beautiful face, revealing perfect white teeth. She hugged him. "Oh my goodness, is that really you?"
He felt her ample breasts press against his chest. If anything, she had become even hotter. She smelled like a mix of summer flowers and sweet vanilla. He could inhale her scent for hours. "It's me." He awkwardly returned her embrace, keeping one eye on her husband.
But there was no need. Her husband practically drooled at the sight of Narcissa.
Daphne pulled away and looked at him. "You've grown up."
He blushed. "It happens."
Narcissa coughed and turned away from the husband's lecherous gaze.
"Daphne, this is my... What exactly was Narcissa to him? They were bound forever, but legally she wasn't his wife. However, girlfriend seemed inadequate.
"Fiancée," Narcissa said, extending her hand. "I'm Narcissa Black."
He mentally noted to Narcissa to buy Narcissa an engagement ring.
Mrs. Evans looked up and furrowed her brow as if trying to remember something. "Harry, how are you doing after Hogwarts? I heard you focused on potions. Is that true?"
"Yes, who would have thought that Snape's teachings wouldn't go to waste?" Now it was his turn to glance down her top, though he tried to be subtler than the creepy husband. Her curves swelled above the V of her shirt, and he noticed the edge of a white lace bra. His cock began to stir.
Her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's wonderful. Maybe your favorite classmate from Hogwarts inspired you?"
She certainly did - he imagined himself with her every night. "She definitely had an influence on me." He caught a glimpse of Narcissa smiling from the corner of his eye. "Harry is actually more than just a potion maker," Narcissa said. "He has already achieved the title of Master and is now working towards the rank of Grand Master. He received a full grant for his work on combining magical runes in potion making." She moved closer and squeezed his hand. "He's a genius, but he's too modest to say anything."
Daphne's husband crossed his chubby arms over his chubby chest and looked unconvinced. "Wow, quite an achievement for a nineteen-year-old."
Daphne rolled her eyes. "I knew you were special from the first day of our first year. But this is extraordinary, Harry. Congratulations."
"Really? Damn. You never told me that," he said.
Narcissa cleared her throat and turned away from the husband's lustful gaze.
Her husband's gaze shifted to the basket and then back to him. He looked like he wanted to kill him. Harry had seen that look on enough men to know it was about jealousy.
He saw the pregnancy test set, strawberries, and whipped cream. Those items, combined with the incredibly hot girl holding his hand, were simply too much for her husband. What interest could a nineteen-year-old potion maniac have in a blonde goddess like Narcissa? "It depends on the favor." He gave Daphne his best smile.
"I'm teaching potions at Hogwarts now. Could you come back to Hogwarts and talk to the kids about your journey? Maybe show them some of the things you've been working on?" Daphne asked.
Harry could practically see the husband rolling his eyes and feel his hostility. "Sure, no problem. Just pick a day, and I'll be there."
"Is Monday too soon?" Daphne's eyes shifted to the basket and then to Narcissa.
"Sure, I can do Monday."
They exchanged numbers, and she said she would message him later in the weekend with more details. Harry and Narcissa bid their polite goodbyes and headed towards the cashier.
"God, could she have made it any more obvious?" Narcissa said.
"What are you talking about?"
"I thought she would jump you right here by the shelf."
"You're crazy."
