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Maturity of Magic Chapter 37
🕑 Added 2025-12-13 20:59:13 +0000 UTCGreengrass Manor wasn’t so much a singular building, but rather a sprawling estate full of elaborate gardens, lush forests, and green grass that rolled over endless massive hills. It sat in a valley full of ancient wizarding manors from some of Europe’s oldest families, located on a leyline node and hidden from muggles by wards that were put in place around the valley’s perimeter millennia ago.
The manor was a colossal monstrosity of stone, made even grander by its intricate expansion charms that made the home even larger on the inside. The building itself had three connected wings, a left wing for guest quarters, a middle for the main family to reside in, and a right wing for entertainment purposes.
And it was the right wing of Greengrass Manor that would be used that day.
He arrived through one of the many floos that were housed in the right wing of the manor, where scores of other guests were exiting their own fireplaces and headed towards the main area where the event would be held. Only the most prominent figures in Wizarding Britain, and abroad, received a personal invitation to attend the Greengrass Ball. Included with the invitation came a specific time and codeword that each guest could use to floo to Greengrass Manor, making it impossible for anyone but the invitees to attend the party.
Multiple large fireplaces lined a large stone hall that led to a single doorway which was the only entrance to the rest of the manor. Said doorway could be closed at any time, with gigantic bronze doors that looked to be millennia old resting open to allow the visitors passage. Harry knew that it was part of the manor’s defense mechanism, meaning that if any intruders got through the floo, then those doors could be closed to prevent them from advancing into the rest of the manor.
Daphne had told him about her family’s ancestral home on several occasions, and through her, Harry had learned that Greengrass Manor was a veritable fortress disguised as a home. The property’s wards were some of the best in the world, fueled and empowered by the leyline node on which the manor resided on, and constructed in the time of Merlin and Morgana long ago. It was one of the reasons the Greengrass family was so well respected, as despite their obvious wealth, their family Manor could easily be considered one of the premier wizarding properties in the world.
And that fact was driven home as Harry moved into the ballroom of the manor, finding it bristling with guests who were the cream of the crop among wizarding high society.
The ballroom itself was massive, to the point he had to wonder if expansion charms were purposely used in its construction. Large crystal chandeliers the size of muggle houses hung overhead, framed in by walls decorated with intricate gold designs. One wall was filled with huge windows that brought in light from the evening sun, with wide open doors underneath which led out to a balcony that might’ve been even bigger than the ballroom itself.
Said balcony overlooked the beautiful gardens that Daphne’s family was so proud of, showcasing perfectly-manicured plants and hedges that magically moved on their own to form intricate designs no muggle landscaper could possibly replicate.
But Harry barely had time to admire it all, as his arrival created a veritable shitstorm of flatterers and aristocrats who rushed over to get in his good graces. Unlike the Chang ball, House Greengrass’s celebration included a lot more individuals who were invested in politics, specifically in Britain. Harry’s rising influence on the political stage, especially with his recent endorsement of Narcissa, meant that Magical Britain’s aristocrats were desperate to fawn over him.
But it was his betrothed, and the daughter of the party’s host, Daphne Greengrass, who soon swooped in and rescued him from the mob who ambushed him before he barely entered the room. With the experience that came with attending so many high society events, Daphne expertly guided him through the crowd as onlookers pointed and stared at the two of them.
A section of the ballroom had been prepared ahead of time, being tables where only the most influential of guests were allowed to sit. Notably, a round table at the room’s head that included Lord Greengrass’s own seat next to his daughter, accompanied by Harry’s seat next to them. But they didn’t sit down quite yet, instead standing and greeting people in an orderly fashion, as to not get overwhelmed like Harry was earlier.
Things were going better than the Chang ball at least, as most of the people he interacted with were already a part of Amelia’s growing faction on the Wizengamot. They were those who he was already allied with, and luckily Daphne knew each of them by name so he didn’t have to worry about identifying them.
While he never liked the spotlight, Harry could make an exception if it meant furthering their war against Voldemort. Their current goal was to expand their influence on the wizengamot after all, and if that meant hobnobbing with politicians who supported him, then Harry could manage to bite down on his irritation.
Amelia eventually showed up, clearly late because of her work, as she created only a small disturbance with her entrance before gracefully sliding up to his side. The photographers hastily made their way over, and soon the three of them were enveloped by the blinding flash of cameras as if they were celebrities on the muggle red carpet.
Luckily, the reporters present were not too overbearing, only taking a few minutes to photograph them before moving on. Being at the Greengrass ball was a privilege, one that few prominent reporters ever received, and none of them wanted to jeopardize their future invitations or even be removed from the ball entirely.
He guessed that pictures of himself, Daphne, and Amelia would soon cover the pages of magazines and newspapers across the globe. It would give the gossip columnists more to write about, such as the outfits his lovers had chosen to wear that evening.
Daphne’s dress was green and more simple than he pictured her wearing. Its neckline was modest, with the most scandalous part being the slit against her leg, with his blonde betrothed wearing fancy gloves to complete the outfit as if she were some princess.
Similarly, Amelia’s outfit wasn’t daring whatsoever. If he was more pessimistic, he would’ve guessed she wanted people to think she was a prude. Her dress was blue and traditional, more fitting for formal work events than a ball, conveying her propriety and professionalism to any who would dare judge.
Even Narcissa’s outfit was more daring than theirs, as she received a lot of glances and stares from the wizards in attendance. In turn, the wives of those wizards soon berated their significant other, before scowling at the blonde beauty that was Harry’s courtesan across the room.
“A united front.” Daphne answered his question in relation to their outfits. “I didn’t want to wear something scandalous, otherwise people would think I’m working to seduce you.”
“Same with me. We need to appear as proper as possible.” Amelia paused. “Well, except for your Mistress.”
Harry struggled to keep his face neutral.
As his Mistress, Julia had informed him that she had a special part to play at formal events such as these. Sex and adultery was an integral part of high society, and there were typically separate areas for wizards to go and use their wives or mistresses for relief throughout the course of the party. It was one of those aspects of wizarding society that went unspoken, as it wasn’t uncommon for some wizarding parties to transform into full-blown orgies. Apolline was especially fond of hosting parties such as those, using her Veela allure to transform rooms full of wizards and witches into ravenous, sex-starved beasts.
It was part of his girls’ scheme to put up a unified front, as Harry would be proper with Amelia and Daphne in public, before going off and using his mistress in private. He had resisted at first, until the other girls worked with Julia to try and convince him. He needed to be further ingratiated into pureblood society, and toying around with his mistress at a high status event would somehow be a way to pull that off.
He just knew that there would be articles about it, as reporters and photographers were already present in the ballroom, eyeing him carefully in order to get scoop for their next article. The moment he headed off into the manor with his mistress in tow, the reporters present would be practically salivating at such a scandalous act. As they say, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.
He steeled himself to head off and find Julia, who had promised to wait for him, but that was when someone important began making their way over.
Daphne’s father, Cyrus Greengrass, was someone Harry had only spoken to a handful of times. The man was constantly busy, burdened by the economic empire that was attached to the Greengrass name. With it came constant business meetings, negotiations, formal balls and parties, along with Wizengamot sessions that he was required to show his face at. As such, Harry had only interacted with him for a few minutes at a time on the couple occasions they had met before.
Lord Greengrass headed straight for him, nodding when Harry made eye contact before gesturing out to the expansive balcony connected to the ballroom. He dismissed himself and followed Daphne’s father out, who went to the edge of the balcony and away from the main crowd as to speak with him in private.
“Lord Greengrass.” He greeted the man as he approached.
“None of that, Harry, it’s Cyrus to you.” Daphne’s father smiled. “I am to be your father-in-law, after all.”
“Yes, of course.” He tried to push down his embarrassment, still unused to having people that he considered actual family other than the Dursleys.
“I must say, you have made quite a name for yourself.” Cyrus complimented. “Typically people come our Yule celebration to meet me, yet instead, you seem to be the center of attention this year. I’m grateful, if I’m being honest, as dealing with so many flatterers and fools is so much easier when you distract them for me.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here.” His words elicited a laugh from the man.
“It’s the price of notoriety.” Mr. Greengrass raised his cup in mock salute. “Although, yours is quite well earned.”
“It doesn’t feel like it.”
“Fighting on equal ground against the Dark Lord is worthy of admiration. It’s why you’ve created such a buzz as of late, that’s not to mention your expert maneuvering against Dumbledore. Already, his man, Kingsley Shacklebolt, is about to withdraw from the race as he plummets in the polls. If I didn’t already know the plan was for Narcissa to lose, then I might actually think she would win.”
While Daphne’s father didn’t attend their strategy meetings at Grimmauld Place, and wasn’t exactly in Harry’s inner circle, the man was kept in the loop and up to speed on their plans when it mattered. Cyrus was Amelia’s right hand in their Wizengamot faction, and had easily agreed to fund Narcissa’s Ministerial campaign in order to increase their faction’s legitimacy. That wasn’t to mention how Harry was betrothed to his eldest daughter, forming an official pact between their Houses which would soon be bound in blood.
“Still, it wouldn’t have been possible without your support, and that of your daughter.” He replied. “Daphne has been a tremendous help to me.”
“Yes, my daughter has informed me that she’s been busier than ever since your betrothal. I thought that it might tire her, but if anything she has grown and surpassed any expectations I had of her.” Cyrus gazed out over the lush grounds of Greengrass Manor. “One day, all of this shall be hers to inherit and manage, and then it will be in the hands of your children to do the same. Usually a head of a Noble House would worry about their heir being up to the task, especially without any male offspring, but I already know that she will be perfect for the role.”
“If it’s any consolation, I’ll be there to help her along the way.”
“Indeed.” Cyrus patted his shoulder. “Now, I believe I have some guests to entertain. If there’s anything you require, Harry, all you need to do is ask.”
“Of course, sir— I mean, Cyrus.”
Daphne’s father smiled and nodded before moving off, heading back to the ballroom while leaving him alone on the balcony. Harry took in the scenery as the sun finally set, leaving the sky dark as magical candles and braziers lit up the area. Much like Hogwarts, muggle electricity simply wouldn’t work in a home filled with so much magic.
He gave one final glance to the beautiful landscape hidden under the stars before moving off, heading into the ballroom and then taking one of the connected hallways. Private meeting rooms and resting areas were in this part of the building, but Harry had no need to use them, instead taking a different route to a more private part of the manor.
He soon came across his mistress, as Julia Zabini was waiting for him. Her lips quirked upwards teasingly as he got closer, and she didn’t wait for him to take her arm, instead going on ahead and leading him deeper into the manor as he followed. Julia’s arse bounced in her dress with each step, her movements calculated in order to stir his lust.
This part of Greengrass Manor wasn’t as well lit as the rest, the windows either hidden behind thick curtains or simply nonexistent. Sconces lined walls made of walnut, masterfully constructed by expert carpenters, with magical portraits that likely cost just as much as the Weasley’s home looking down on them. He could smell cigar smoke faintly, along with another scent intended to make visitors relax.
Down the hall, he spotted a blonde woman wearing too much makeup lead an older man into one of the rooms by his tie. One of the doors they passed was cracked open, not fully closed, and Harry could hear the clapping of flesh along with feminine giggling coming from within. They passed an open room after that, which included a bar and round table where three men were smoking while their mistresses sucked them off while hidden underneath the table on their knees.
It was the definition of backroom deals. He could imagine how many illegal agreements would be made over the course of this party alone. Made between gentlemen in the midst of being pleasured by their mistress, cheating on their spouses, all while enjoying House Greengrass’s hospitality.
But like it or not, it was part of his life now. And not just his own, as many of his lovers had experienced what it was like to live in wizarding high society. Making under the table deals and showing off one’s mistresses was normal behavior for most Heads of ancient families, as the depravity ran deep according to the tales Ms. Zabini had told him.
Julia led him around a corner that broke off from the main hallway and down a smaller hall to a secluded room. It had no door, with only a single cushioned chair that sat directly across from a mirror.
“Have a seat, my Lord.” She gestured to the chair.
He did so, only for her to immediately begin pulling down his trousers moments later. His eyes went to the room’s entrance, knowing that at any moment someone could walk in on them. But it wasn’t as if what they were doing was considered indecent in a place like this, as couples all around them were debasing themselves at that very moment.
GLURK GLURK GLURK
She took his cock roughly, like a whore, gagging it down her throat as his length was enveloped in warmth. All while her dress rode up on her bum, hiked up on purpose by the woman, exposing her fat arse to the open as he watched it rest on her heels through the mirror’s reflection.
“Fuck.” His hands gripped the armwrests, fighting the urge to grasp her skull and ram himself into her. She probably would’ve approved of such an action, as his mistress was willing to do anything to satisfy his desires. But Harry simply wasn’t comfortable with going all out in such a public setting.
It’s all part of the plan. He told himself, eyeing the room’s entrance once again and swearing that he saw something flicker in the shadows of the hall.
He looked down to see the devotion in Ms. Zabini’s eyes, along with a sliver of enjoyment. She liked showing off, it was why she always wore such seductive and revealing clothing, and he guessed she also liked taking him in public too. It was why she was so motivated to show off their dynamics at the Greengrass ball, Daphne and Amelia as his future wives in public, while Julia was to be his mistress for pleasure in private.
GLURK GLUCK GLURK
His balls tightened, shaft thickening as he expelled his load straight down his tubular shaft and into her waiting mouth. She made a show of taking his load, being especially loud as she guzzled down his cum, pulling back so just the tip was in her mouth as she gulped his seed obscenely.
She pulled off his cockhead with a pop, her eyes droopy with lust as her huge tits heaved with heavy breaths. He had to fight the urge to keep his head screwed on straight, otherwise he would be spending the rest of the party fucking his mistress instead of socializing like he was supposed to.
Something caught his attention then, as a streak of white stood out on her red lips, and he gestured to it. “You have something…”
She wiped her lip with her pointer finger, looked down at the speck of white, before putting it in her mouth and sucking it clean. His manhood twitched angrily in response, but nothing could be done now, as Harry had to get back to the party otherwise his absence would be noted.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
A/N: Sorry for being late with this chapter. TBH I struggle with writing party scenes, and rewrote portions of this which ended up taking longer than usual
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