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Maturity of Magic Chapter 29
🕑 Added 2025-08-13 19:18:54 +0000 UTCHis limbs felt heavy as he walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if every step brought a new burden upon his shoulders
His limbs felt heavy as he walked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as if every step brought a new burden upon his shoulders.
His mother kept dressing sexy, her clothes tighter and teetering right on the edge of appropriateness for a pureblood of her stature. Cleavage was almost always in view, her hair either left loose or done in braids.
He had overheard the conversations of his classmates many times, and even been taunted by the likes of the Weasleys over how attractive his Mother was. Each time left him fuming in rage and embarrassment, yet that didn’t compare to how Potter made him feel.
Draco had seen the way Potter looked at his Mother; he stared at Narcissa Malfoy as she was his property—as if he owned her. And worse yet, were the few glances Draco caught her sending Potter’s way.
It can’t be true. He repeated those words over and over in the confides of his mind, desperately trying to reassure himself that his Mother and Potter weren’t attracted to one another.
And yet his mind betrayed him, bringing up those articles about Potter dating older women. He thought of Bones, Zabini, and even Greengrass, all being the hottest women Draco had ever seen. And yet Potter was supposedly fucking them all, making Draco feel something beyond jealousy.
But what if Potter was seeing more witches? There were rumors that Potter was seeing even more women beyond those three, with the likes of Fleur Delacour supposedly being one of them. What if my Mother is one of them?
That thought was like taking a dagger to the heart, so painful and terrifying that Draco had to stop and take a deep breath to recover. The very idea of Narcissa Malfoy, someone regarded as a Pureblood Queen, the third Black Sister, and the widow of Lucius Malfoy, being involved with Potter was enough to break him.
He opened the door to his Mother’s office with a shaky hand then, his movements slow as he entered the Defense Professor’s quarters. Inside, his Mother stood as she finished packing a trunk full of expensive clothes, preparing to finally leave Hogwarts for Yule break.
She turned to face him, and something must have shown on his face then, as a frown made its way onto her expression. “Draco, is something wrong?”
He looked up to stare into blue eyes framed by blonde hair. Below laid a body even he wasn’t immune to, blonde and buxom with large breasts no girl his age could compare to, along with a large round arse that his male classmates often stared at.
There was a reason that he always preferred to deal with his father, as Lucius Malfoy was a lot less intimidating than the woman in front of him. She was the sister of Bellatrix Lestrange after all, and possessed a certain countenance which made it impossible for him to influence or even impress her in any way. That was always why he chased after his father. But Lucius Malfoy was dead.
The news of his father’s death hurt more than he imagined, and yet Narcissa Malfoy didn’t seem to care in the slightest. If anything, the woman seemed to shed her skin and expose her true self, joining blood-traitors and mudbloods as she became a Professor at Hogwarts. The very sight of his mother as a Professor made him sick.
And it was that which led Draco to other, less savory, conclusions. Such that his Mother was colluding with Harry Potter of all people, and that it might have been Potter who killed his Father in the first place. That would mean she’s behind Father’s death.
“Y-You… You’re with Potter, aren’t you?” The words slipped out of his mouth, and he watched at his mother’s eyes widened. That was all the confirmation Draco needed. “It’s true isn’t it?! That you’ve sullied yourself with that halfblood filth! How long has it been, Mother?! Was it after Father died? Or were you talking Potter’s cock before-”
SMACK
Draco froze, his hand going to his cheek which Narcissa had slapped. His Mother stared at him coldly, with anger in her gaze that made him go quiet. His next words came out as a whimper.“M-Mother?”
SMACK
She slapped him again.
SMACK
And she didn’t stop, even as his face became swollen. Even as his cheeks cracked and swelled before bleeding. He could see how furious she was, and she took all that anger out on him then.
In the end he was running, with his furious blonde Mother practically chasing him out of the room.
“Out. OUT!” She yelled as he ran. “Out of my sight!”
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Hogwarts had finally come to a close for Yule break, and Harry was happy to finally board the Hogwarts Express for the ride back to London.
He knew that soon he would be back in Grimmauld Place, able to sleep in his own bed, and indulge in sex on a much more regular basis. The very thought of seeing his girls again was comforting, and it brought a smile to his face as he made his way through the train’s hallways and to a specific compartment.
Daphne had called for him, promising him a surprise along with some good fun for the train ride home. He could only imagine what she intended, and Harry soon arrived at her compartment and let himself in.
Daphne was inside, sitting on one of the cushioned seats and dressed in her Slytherin robes. Surprisingly, Cho Chang was also present, kneeling on the floor while wearing a partially undone dress shirt and dark blue skirt.
Before his betrothed even said anything, Harry knew what was about to happen. His lovers had gifted girls to him like this before, just like how Julia gave Rita to him, and now Daphne was giving him Cho. It seemed that his girls were getting into a rhythm of gifting him women to fuck, whether intentional or not.
“Harry…” Cho Chang bit her lip as she looked up at him. Her eyes were consumed by lust and anticipation in that moment.
“She’s ready for you, my future Lord Husband.” Daphne smirked from the side. “She’s been waiting quite some time for this moment, to officially become your next Mistress.”
“At some point, I’d like to know how this happened.” Harry gestured at Cho, as he worked to undo his belt. “Please don’t tell me you blackmailed her.”
He had been somewhat concerned about Rita, and how Julia had managed to get her to fuck him. Come to find out that the blonde reporter was just that desperate for a good fuck, and somehow had a fetish for devouring his cum.
“Cho agreed to this all on her own.” Daphne ran a hand through the Asian witch’s hair like she was her pet. “She even included her Mother in the agreement to become your mistress, meaning you’ll now control the future of House Chang.”
Harry froze as he was about to drop his trousers. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” Cho nodded. “Mother desperately needs a virile and powerful wizard in her life, so I agreed for us to become Mistresses for House Potter.”
“Interesting.”
His trousers dropped then, and Cho’s eyes widened at the cock which sprung forward. It was a reaction he was used to, and he didn’t give her any time to prepare as he scooped the Asian witch up and divested her of her clothes.
Soon she was propped up against the side of the compartment as his hands wrapped under her thighs and gripped her fit arse. She panted like a bitch in heat at his aggressiveness, and gasped when his cockhead brushed against her entrance.
His cock buried itself into her pussy, pushing aside her virgin labia lips and reshaping her insides to fit him. Harry groaned not only from the pleasure of taking such a tight cunt, but also at the idea of making Cho Chang his woman.
Her fingers clawed at his back, her warm breath brushing against his skin as she panted and moaned with delight. She moaned his name over and over, doing so in a soft and breathless manner. “Harry…”
“Fuck. You’re one tight witch.” He groaned deeply, restraining his lust from taking control.
The contrast could not be more clear. Harry regularly fucked older and more experienced women that were powerful in their own right. Such women could reduce normal men to weeping and quivering messes, and yet Harry was the one who always won out in the bedroom.
On the other hand, Cho was taking his cock for the first time, and only had Daphne’s training, along with her fitness as a Quidditch player, that allowed her to stay coherent. That said, Harry knew she wouldn’t be able to last if he truly began fucking her hard.
It meant he would have to be gentle with Cho, or at least not overly rough, meaning he couldn’t put her on her hands and knees and pound away as he usually did. So instead he let her ride him, let her arms wrap around his neck as she set the pace.
“Harry… Harry…” He stared into her face as she moaned his name, her back still pressed against the wall of the compartment as he held her up. “Please, Harry… I- Agh!”
His cock embedded itself fully, stretching out her insides as it smacked against her womb. That was when he began thrusting in at a slow but constant pace, and already he could feel her fluids coating his shaft.
“Fuck, Fuck! So good! Uh!” She moaned in delight with each thrust. “Keep going! Please!”
/////
“Just go in there and tell him how you feel! Well… not in that way.” Hannah grimaced at her own poor wording. “You know what I mean, just summon up that anger and give it to him!”
The Hogwarts Express rumbled beneath them, the semester having finally come to a close as everyone packed up their trunks before boarding the train back to London. It was a much-anticipated day that Susan Bones had been anticipating as much as dreading, knowing it would be the day she would finally get to see her aunt Amelia, and soon have that dreaded conversation about Harry Potter.
Not that she needed the whole thing confirmed, as her aunt had already sent her a letter that confirmed that the DMLE Director was, in fact, dating the Boy-Who-Lived.
…Yes, indeed Harry and I are in a relationship. As your aunt, I ask for privacy in this matter as what happens between Harry and I is private.
Sincerely,
Aunt Amelia
Susan’s eyes had nearly bugged out of her skull when she first read the letter, confirming that her aunt was indeed in a relationship with Harry Potter. That surprise soon turned to anger, upon reading what her aunt actually wrote. Privacy? You two want privacy?! How can you ask for privacy when the whole school is talking about you two!
Susan had failed to become used to the strange glances being thrown her way in the halls of Hogwarts, along with the not-so-subtle inquiries about Harry Potter dating her aunt. All it did was increase her irritation—as well as embarrassment—and she had finally snapped the other night.
“Who does she think she is?! Auntie just thinks she can date someone my age and get away with it?!” She raged, picking up a pillow before throwing it across the room. “The whole school knows! It’s humiliating!”
“S-Susie, calm down!” Hannah stuttered, watching as the redhead wrecked their dorm room.
“I am calm!” She shot back. “Or at least, I will be once I give Potter a piece of my mind!”
Needless to say, the Hogwarts House-elves had been quite upset over the mess she caused which they had to clean up.
Yet it wasn’t just the articles and regular school gossip that got to her, but the knowledge that her aunt would be picking her up from the Hogwarts Express. Although ordinary, the fact that Harry Potter would be there was going to cause quite a stir, as there was no doubt in her mind that reporters and gossiping onlookers would be watching.
And so Susan decided it was best to approach Harry Potter in private, rather than scream at him in full view of the public. That was how she found herself trudging through the various hallways of the Hogwarts Express with Hannah until she found his magical signature, located in a locked compartment.
“Alohomora.” She incanted on the door to Potter’s compartment, only for wards to appear before flashing red. “It’s warded?”
“I guess Potter is just being careful.” Hannah Abbott shrugged from her side.
Susan growled with irritation, seeing that it would be much harder to speak to Potter than she originally imagined. With a huff, she directed her wand at the compartment’s wards, before brutally pulling each one away. Whoever was inside the compartment should have noticed what was happening, unless they were distracted, in which case Susan would break through without anyone inside noticing.
It took a while but the wards finally broke, and Susan reached for the door’s latch, only to stop when a smacking noise met her ears.
CLAP CLAP SMACK CLAP
“Oh! Oh Harry! OOOHH SWEET MORGANA!”
The wanton moaning made Susan’s eyes widen, especially when it was Harry Potter’s name being moaned. At her side, Hannah reddened like a tomato as her mouth went agape in shock. And yet the harsh clapping of flesh continued, signaling that inside the compartment, Harry Potter was ruthlessly pounding someone into oblivion. And judging by all the noise, whoever it was, was a screamer.
Susan stood frozen, partially by shock but also by indignation. Harry Potter was dating her Aunt after all, and even if she didn’t like it, the thought of him fucking some other witch made her even more irritated.
Right then, the compartment door opened, and the two girls nearly jumped when Daphne Greengrass exited. The Slytherin Ice Queen was fully clothed, albeit with her green tie slightly askew, but it wasn’t the blonde Slytherin which caught their attention.
Susan was able to glimpse behind her and into the compartment briefly, and the sight shook her to the core. Inside was Harry and Cho Chang, with Cho propped up against the compartment’s wall with her legs spread open over Harry’s shoulders. The Asian witch was a drenched moaning mess, covered in sweat and other fluids as Harry thrusted into her brutally, his arms holding her arse as he pressed her against the wall.
He’s going to kill her! Was the first terrifying thought to enter her mind as she watched the brutal lovemaking. But that was before she happened to glance down and see the weapon between Potter’s legs.
A massive girthy shaft pumped in and out of Cho, spreading her labia lips obscenely as it slammed into the poor Ravenclaw over and over. It filled the Asian witch to the brim with cock, even going as far as to bulge out her stomach. And below laid two heavy balls, each looking ready to breed and impregnate witches on an unseen scale.
Susan just watched the male Adonis fuck the shit out of her classmate with a strange sensation filling her, as if being in his very presence was enough to make her weak at the knees. In that moment, Susan knew it took a special type of woman to be with Harry Potter, and it certainly explained why he was fucking so many witches.
I-Is this why my Aunt is with him? The thought came and stayed, making Susan picture all sorts of terrible images of Potter fucking her Aunt.
“Ahem.” The cough brought her back to reality, as Susan was left staring at Daphne Greengrass, who simply stared back at the two of them with cold eyes. “Unless the two of you need anything… then get out of my sight.”
Susan’s legs moved on her own, as she didn’t so much flee from the Ice Queen, but rather from Harry Potter’s terrifying monster of a cock. To think he’s going to be my uncle…
/////
He watched out the compartment window as the Hogwarts Express entered London and then as it finally arrived at Platform nine and three-quarters. When that happened, he pulled down the window’s blinds, wanting privacy as Cho cleaned off his cock.
“Harry… did I do good?” She asked in between licks.
The Asian witch had been different from what he was used to. She was dainty yet fit from Quidditch, being more exotic than any girl he’d had before because of her heritage. That said, she didn’t match the other women he regularly had sex with, lacking experience along with a more mature and buxom body.
That wasn’t to mention the screaming, and he was grateful Daphne put up silencing wards to prevent the rest of the train from hearing Cho’s shrieks of pleasure. Yet Harry enjoyed being with her nonetheless, and she would be a good Mistress… along with her Mother.
“You did great, Cho.” The praise made her beam with happiness.
Soon he was dressed once again, wearing something other than his Hogwarts robes as the train came to a stop and students started disembarking. A glance outside revealed anxious parents along with hordes of reporters that were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.
He might have Rita under control, but that didn’t mean there weren’t other reporters out there looking to get scoop on the Boy-Who-Lived. And Harry knew whatever was about to happen would likely make its way into the front page tomorrow.
He sighed as he stepped off the train, and immediately was met by stares and calls for his attention. Cameras flashed from every angle as the press scrambled over, all while he searched through the crowd before finding a familiar head of red hair.
The crowd split as he advanced, with no one wanting to block the path of the man who could fight Voldemort head-on. Harry walked through them all, ignoring the reporters as they asked him questions and tried over and over to stop him.
They soon stopped once they saw just who he was approaching, being one of the most powerful women in Britain.
“I knew that I should’ve ordered my aurors to clear the platform of reporters.”
Amelia Bones wore a brown coat with a yellow scarf reminiscent of Hufflepuff, her hair loose as she smiled down at him. Susan Bones was literally hiding behind her aunt, her face red as she snuck glances at him, along with the horde of reporters.
The smaller redhead girl was a mumbling mess. “Auntie, honestly, the Prophet already—oh no, don’t wave at them!”
Amelia ignored her niece entirely. She placed one firm, gloved hand on Harry’s shoulder, sending another ripple of whispers through the nearest cluster of onlookers. “I thought you might appreciate a proper welcome home.”
A camera clicked loudly as Susan squeaked. “Auntie, you can’t do that in public!”
Harry could care less about the reporters at that point, already knowing they would be in the papers at that point regardless of what they did. And it was in that moment when Amelia leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“Come along.” Amelia was as unfazed as ever while the whole platform went into a frenzy, already walking away as he followed with an embarrassed Susan following behind.
Harry shook his head at the theatrics of it all, grinning despite himself. The sound of quills scratching filled the air promising that tomorrow’s front page was already writing itself.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
Comments
travis btmb
Tftc
Daeron Targaryen
Nice, now we only need to go back and remove the parts of Harry’s lovers ever having other men
Bri W
Finally!!
Hadrian v.E.
Hell yeah!
