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Maturity of Magic Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2025-07-19 19:59:25 +0000 UTCYule break seemed to be the first thing on everyone’s mind. Not only did students look forward to getting a break from their schoolwork, but Voldemort’s return had caused many to worry and want to return home to their families.
And despite Harry’s supposed victory over the Dark Lord at Azkaban, along with all the propaganda the Ministry was printing, students were still on edge. He could sense the tension in almost every room he walked into these days, especially where he was now, sitting in the Great Hall and eating breakfast.
The owls arrived then, making everyone look up and watch them with dread. There was always the fear of bad news every morning at breakfast, as the only guaranteed way to find out what was happening outside Hogwarts was the newspaper. The morning paper always arrived with dread filling the room, until eventually the paper was revealed and everyone was able to take a deep breath.
A foreign owl swooped in then, being a different breed from Hedwig yet still being white in color. It dropped a light blue letter next to his plate before flying off, and Harry quickly noted his name upon the letter written in loopy feminine cursive.
He shrugged and opened it, and was immediately greeted with a familiar perfume that smelled like liquid sex. It was a smell he was familiar with, being that of an older sexy woman who lived in the south of France.
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Mon Coeur,
How I long for your touch, the feel of your hands upon my breasts and hips. Above all I desire to see you again, and to grant you pleasure no other woman can give.
It was with great delight that I received your invitation, and I will be very pleased to attend. For a while I worried you had forgotten about me, and now I see that was not the case. It seems that you also crave for my touch, and I look forward to seeing you soon.
Just know that I won’t be going home empty handed this time, as I want either my mouth or my womb is full with your seed. Get ready for me, Harry, because Veela always get what they want in the end.
Yours,
Apolline
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“Bloody hell.” Harry muttered under his breath, doing his best not to get a boner so early in the morning. It was nearly unpreventable however, as Apolline’s letter was completely unexpected and had his lust swirling from her sudden erotic words.
“What you got there, Harry?” Fred asked from nearby, as he leaned across the table to look at the letter. Suddenly his eyes went wide, and he openly gaped at something he had. “oh.”
Harry looked down, and came to the realization then that Apolline’s letter wasn’t the only thing included in the envelope. When he had pulled out her letter, he had also accidentally pulled out the other objects inside, being several moving photographs she had sent him.
Morgana’s tits. He mentally swore, looking down at the table where the photographs had fallen, and seeing some of the most adult-rated scenes he had ever witnessed. Is this what Apolline meant when she said ‘get ready’?
At the forefront was one of Fleur’s mother sitting against a brick wall, her legs spread wide and with a seductive look on her face. The next was of her on the beach in a bikini, and she was dancing and jumping around in a way that made all of her assets jiggle sensually. The one after that was her getting into a bath, with her taking off her bathrobe in the photograph before her curvy form sexily descended into the water.
It was class-A male masturbation material, the kind of stuff that was only in adult magazines and maybe films. Even then, Apolline was beautiful enough to put all of the women in those films to shame.
Hogwarts had an entire underground market for stuff like Harry was holding, and he had heard his roommates talk about how much older boys would charge for good jerkoff material. And it just so happened those same boys were surrounding him on all sides then, and all happened to glance over at what got Fred’s attention.
“Merlin’s sack!”
“Harry let me see!”
“Bloody hell mate, where’d you find her?”
“She’s hotter than Fleur Delacour!”
“Hah! Potter strikes again!”
He scrambled to pickup all the pictures, but Harry was sure he missed one or two in the chaos of horny boys scrambling over each other to get a look. Apolline had sent him a veritable library of moving photos to enjoy, meaning he couldn’t accurately count all of them and make sure none were missing.
Of course, the commotion got the attention of the rest of the Great Hall, and soon people were turning heads to see what Harry Potter had done this time. But by then, he had managed to shove Apolline’s letter, along with her photos, into his school robes. Over at the Ravenclaw table, Fleur caught his gaze for a moment, before quickly looking away with a blush on her cheeks.
“C’mon mate, you got to let us see!” Ron whined from next to him. “Maybe give us each a photo, and we’ll give them back to you the very next day.”
Harry snorted. “Not a chance.”
“Who is she anyway?” Dean asked. “She looked older, almost like an older version of Fleur Delacour.”
“No way she was as good lookin’ as Fleur!” Seamus intervened heatedly.
“Her arse did look big and fat.” George commented, before sending a mischievous look his way. “Although Harry kind of likes it that way.”
The girls in their vicinity turned various shades of red, all while the boys laughed raucously. Ginny just looked mortified for some reason, as she turned to Hermione. “Boys like our bums fat?”
The brunette blushed. “S-Some of them, I guess? I always thought thin was better liked.”
“Oh, most guys like thin girls, but there’s nothin wrong with a fat arse to slap around.” Seamus butted in, earning a scathing glare from Hermione.
Harry stood and exited the Great Hall then, deciding to make his escape while everyone was distracted. He knew that the girls were about to make a scene over everything, and that it wouldn’t be long before the entire school knew what happened.
That had been a close one with Apolline’s identity almost being revealed. The last thing he needed was for more of his women to have their identities revealed, and put in danger as a result, especially when it came to Fleur and her mother.
On the other hand, there was a dark part of Harry that wanted to show off the gorgeous MILFs he had managed to tame. He’d sneak them into the Gryffindor dorm, and make his roommates watch and listen every night as he took one MILF after the other. He’d let them have those photos of Apolline to jerk off to, and then the next night he would bring her to Hogwarts and make everyone watch as he fucked Fleur’s Veela mother.
Damn. His cock was already flaccid, and it was beginning to lengthen and harden as his mind came up with all kinds of lewd scenarios. His lust was nearly uncontainable some days, and he mentally decided to visit Narcissa later to get it sorted out.
A flash of brown brought him out of his thoughts then, and Harry looked up to see that he happened to be walking right behind Professor Sinistra. Or I can do something about it now.
He sped up his steps, till he was right behind Professor Sinistra. That was when he reached out and grabbed her, before dragging her over to a nearby broom closet.
“Ah! H-Hey, what are you-” She nearly screamed before he leaned in and showed his face.
“Relax, Professor.”
“Harry? What are you doing?” She looked around wildly, her face red.
“It’s just a bit of fun.” He dragged her fully into the broom closet and shut the door. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Professor?”
He pushed her against the wall, her fat bum pressing against his thighs as he took control. Professor Sinistra panted in arousal almost as if the small amount of dominance he displayed was making her lose all senses. “I-I guess…”
He looked down at her thick arse, the woman bent over with her two large cheeks pressed against his hips. He then reeled a hand back and brought it down harshly, spanking her through her brown robes.
“Ah!” She shook in pleasure, her back arching and head rolling back so much that her pointy witches hat nearly poked his eye out. He could feel his own cock throbbing within the confines of his trousers, being stimulated as it pressed against her clothed arse.
“Fuck.” Harry groaned as her bum grinded against his shaft. That letter from Apolline, the pictures she sent him, and suddenly this, had all worked together to increase his arousal.
He grabbed her hips as she shook her big arse against him, his cock jerking and twitching as it begged for release.
Eventually he reached down undid his trousers, making Aurora gasp as his manhood shot straight upwards before its weight brought it back down. It landed between the valley of her two big cheeks as she grinded against him, ready and waiting to blow its load.
He gave it a meaty jerk, and his cock spasmed before blowing a thick load all over her back. He coated and stained the back of her brown Professor’s robe with his seed, all with the Astronomy Professor moaned and panted in delight.
“Thanks for that.” Harry said at last, as their messy session came to an end. He pulled out his wand, and gestured at her outfit. “Do you want me to…”
“A-Allow me.” Aurora replied faintly, and with a wave of her wand she vanished his cum and cleaned her robes. She then reached for the door, and nearly fell over in panic when he stopped her.
“One more thing.” Harry said deeply. “I have a small party that I’m organizing during break, and would like you to attend.”
“Y-You want me to attend?” The broom closet was dark, yet Harry could swear Aurora’s cheeks reddened.
“If you can make it.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out an invitation he had been saving, before handing it to her. “Can you?”
“Who’s going to be there?” She seemed suspicious all of a sudden.
“Women that I’m closed to.” He answered despite knowing it might push her away. It was no secret that he was seeing multiple witches, and Harry felt no reason to beat around the bush on the subject. “Things are starting to heat up, and only those closest to me are getting invited. Consider this as a way to know who is in, and who is out.”
To be with Harry, or not to be. That was the simple conclusion one could only reach from his words. His upcoming party was only for those who wished to be his permanent allies, not girls who wanted to be fuck buddies.
Professor Sinistra took a moment before she finally nodded. “I’ll be there.”
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Cho shivered as the many different wards of the Chang compound brushed against her skin as she entered her ancestral home.
Dozens of buildings built in the style reminiscent of ancient Chinese architecture, surrounded by an extremely long wall complimented by a mote greeted her, all of which showcasing the ancient Asian heritage of the Chang family.
One would look upon the property and immediately assume their family had immense wealth, and in some sense they did. However, the Chang family was not native to Britain, nor did they have the pleasure of being on their Wizengamot. They were not considered noble, ancient, or whatever other names the British used to refer to their aristocrats. If anything, the Chang family were refugees.
The Chang family, or rather Cho’s Mother, had built all of it upon arriving in Britain. She brought all she could from magical China, or to be more specific, she saved what she could before the communists came and destroyed it all. Only three family members from their family had made it out. The rest had either been lost in the war or scattered when the family fled China during the Communist purge.
“They went after the older families first.” Cho’s grandmother had once told her bluntly before she passed away. “Purebloods, as they’re called here, and then the shamans were taken out next. The new regime viewed magic as feudal superstition. Wandbearers were seen as enemies of the people. Half of us died in the first year, the rest scattered to the winds after that.”
Cho’s mother had been barely a teenager when they fled, taken care of by Cho’s grandparents. Her grandfather had spent most of their family fortune to build a specialized portkey network to smuggle them out. They arrived in England with only one working wand between them and four shrunken trunks of artifacts, scrolls, and ancestral relics.
The original Chang family manor in Jiangxi had been razed. Cho had never seen it. The current compound was a copy, faithful to every detail, down to the koi pond and the ritual cleansing baths.
Cho had grown up here. She knew the layout by heart—north pagoda for spellcraft and rituals, east for records and family ancestry, west for guest quarters and celebrations. The central house was where the main family lived, or rather, just Cho and her mother.
It was Cho’s mother, Ko Chang, who had pulled her from Hogwarts early and sent her home right before Yule break began. And it was that same woman who greeted Cho upon her entrance to the central House.
Ko Chang had the kind of presence that made her seem like she took up more space than she did. She wore a traditional plain grey outfit, with silver trim and a sash embroidered with runes. Her hair was dark black, braided intricately and pinned with a silver comb.
She had self-confidence of being a descendant of one of the few ancient Chinese magical families which still survived to this day. Most would describe her as intimidating, even harsh, but Cho viewed her mother in a different light.
She had barely walked through the door when her mother had latched on to her, her trunk falling from Cho’s grasp as her arms wrapped around her. Her mother pulled back then, and looked over her with a critical eye. “How are you, Cho?”
She resisted a sigh. “I’m fine, mother.”
“Good, I had worried you were placed under some curse, but it seems that is not the case. The wards would’ve notified me otherwise.” Her mother spoke as she reached down and picked up Cho’s trunk, before making her way through the home as Cho followed.
She let her gaze fall to her Mother’s swaying hips, being so much wider than her own. “How did you find out?”
They both knew what Cho was referring to, being the Mistress contract she had signed.
“A negotiation at Gringotts and I happened to be notified of the contract.” Her mother gave her a mild look. “Negotiated between you and House Greengrass as the intermediary, with Harry Potter being the recipient. Tell me, daughter, what could possibly convince you to sign such a thing?”
Her mother didn’t exactly sound mad, nor did she seem disappointed. “You’re not upset?”
“Having the freedom to choose a partner is never a luxury our family had, nor one I’ve adjusted to. I believe that’s information I’ve practically beaten into your skull at this point. And yet you seem content to take part in a prearranged arrangement despite this.” Indeed, Cho was well aware that her family’s ancestry was a history of arranged marriages, courtships, and consort agreements. Her mother had sent her off to Hogwarts with the freedom of choosing her own partner, and somehow Cho had fallen into the same fate as her ancestors.
She was in a written agreement to be Harry Potter’s mistress, arranged by Daphne Greengrass, with Cho’s mother also being part of the agreement. And it seemed that the woman had finally figured out what Cho had signed, and had brought her home over the fear of her being blackmailed or influenced.
In some sense, it was true that Cho was being influenced by Daphne Greengrass, yet in reality she had simply lost the negotiating game to the Slytherin blonde. Cho wasn’t good at arguing and making deals, and certainly wouldn’t last a day in Slytherin, meaning that her doing high-stakes negotiations with Daphne Greengrass of all people was a huge mismatch.
And yet, at the end of it all the offer that the blonde made her was simply too good to pass up. And while Cho could have tried to get Harry’s attention normally, and seduce him like the rest of the girls at Hogwarts, Greengrass’s offer skipped over all that.
The only part which made her worry was the woman in front of her, being that Cho’s mother also had to become Potter’s mistress as part of the agreement. It had been the part that almost made her walk away, and Cho had been mentally trying to rationalize her decision ever since.
“Tell me, Cho, what prompted you to do this?” Her mother asked. “Were you blackmailed? Bespelled? Cursed?”
Cho had essentially signed her mother away, granted they would both be in the same situation together as Potter’s Mistresses. And yet, she had never once sought out her mother’s approval during the negotiation, being too wrapped up in the grandeur of bedding Harry Potter.
“No.” She answered clearly. “Potter’s betrothed, Greengrass, offered me a deal that was too good to pass up. I will be with one of the strongest and most powerful wizards in the world, and wouldn’t have to go through the hoops the other girls go through to get hit attention. All she wanted in return was-”
“Me.” Ko finished for her, seemingly understanding why Cho agreed. “Why did you think it was a good idea to agree to this on my part?”
Her mother seemed to be testing her then, not sounding angry but rather truly wanting to get a genuine answer from her. For her part, Cho thought about avoiding the answer entirely, yet instead she sighed before giving her mother the truth. “Honestly, I did so because you need a man in your life.”
Ko stiffened, blinking in shock. “Pardon me?”
“You need to be in a relationship with someone, Mother.” Cho stated. “You spend all this time going on dates and then complaining about how none of these Englishmen fit your standards. With this, you can be with Harry Potter, Witch Weekly’s most desirable wizard in Europe, and a political and magical heavyweight.”
There was truth in Cho’s words, being that if Harry Potter of all people didn’t fit her Mother’s criteria, then no one would. Harry had practically everything a woman could want, especially an older woman, be it youth, kindness, magic, political influence, or even a nice big cock.
He would give the Chang family everything they could ever want or need in Magical Britain, allowing them to grow stronger in his shadow. Being a Mistress allowed one to manage their own affairs while being attached to a powerful wizard, allowing House Chang to further cement itself. As well as this, both Cho and Ko could give birth to Harry Potter’s children if they so desired, something that would further ingratiate the Chang family to Britain by having the offspring of a centennial wizard.
It was all around victory in Cho’s opinion, the benefits too much to brush aside, and she could see her mother digesting all of this as they stood there alone in their home.
Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18
Comments
Joe Smith
Tftc
Hadrian v.E.
Is he stupid? Maybe don't open a sensitive letter in public then.
