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Maturity of Magic Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2025-02-15 21:00:03 +0000 UTC“Bloody hell.”
Harry looked up at Ron’s exclamation right as Defense Against the Dark Arts class began, and froze at what got his friend’s attention. He had forgotten about Narcissa being appointed as their new Defense Professor, and saw her for the first time as she descended the steps from her office into the classroom.
She had dressed to impress, her black Witch’s robes outlining her figure perfectly, with an open window allowing the boys in their class to view her magnificent cleavage. When she finally made her way down the steps and sauntered over to the front of the class, Harry couldn’t help but let his eyes fall to her wide, child-bearing hips.
Himself, along with the other boys in the class, were enthralled by her presence. Everyone was silent as she made her way over to the chalkboard, before turning around and bending over to write on it. It gave every boy there the amazing view of her thick derrière, something Harry was looking forward to pounding later.
“The things I would give just to tap that arse…” Dean muttered from behind him.
“Harry.” Ron whispered to his side, sounding as if he was in a daze. “Can you give me any tips for asking out an older woman?”
It took him a moment to realize the redhead meant Narcissa. “I don’t think she will agree to go out with you, Ron.”
“In this classroom,” Narcissa suddenly spoke up, turning to face them all with a serious look on her face, having finished writing on the chalkboard. “you will refer to me as Professor Malfoy.”
Professor Narcissa Malfoy
Practical Defense 5th Year
“T-That’s Malfoy mother?” Ron stuttered in horror. “Oh hell, this is worse than Umbridge!”
“I assure you, I will be a better teacher than Professor Umbridge, Mr. Weasley.” Narcissa replied, having heard him.
Ron’s face went almost as red as his hair in embarrassment.
A sudden indignant squeak got Harry’s attention then, and he looked across the room to see Draco Malfoy gaping at his mother in shock. “M-Mother? W-What are you doing here?”
It was weird how Harry had seemingly forgotten about Draco. Sure, his school bully still taunted him and did his best to make Harry’s life hell, but it was almost like Draco was being left behind as Harry moved on with his life to focus on more important things. His various relationships along with the silent war against Voldemort took most of his attention, leaving Malfoy as almost an afterthought, despite the fact he was the son of Harry’s courtesan.
Narcissa gained an unimpressed look. “Ten points from Slytherin for speaking out of turn, Mr. Malfoy.”
The Slytherin side of the room looked scandalized, meanwhile the Gryffindors were openly grinning. They had been through hell with Umbridge, and to see Malfoy’s own mother punishing him was the best payoff.
“This is bloody amazing.” Ron whispered in awe.
“As I understand it,” Narcissa continued on, ignoring Draco’s horrified reaction. “my predecessor failed to teach you anything of value. That will not be the case going forward.”
There was something about the way she spoke that made even the most inattentive students sit up. Harry knew it very well, as Narcissa had taken to teaching him over the previous summer, whether it be spell practice or pureblood etiquette. That same strictness and competence she seemed to emulate made them all want to do their best.
“I will make one thing clear.” Her gaze swept over them again, landing briefly on Harry before continuing. “I am not here to coddle you. Nor am I here to push Ministry propaganda or waste time with pointless theory. Defense Against the Dark Arts is a subject of skill and determination, and I will ensure you leave this classroom proficient. So open your textbooks to chapter 5, and today we will begin learning spell deflection.”
The next hour was almost therapeutic to Harry, as they underwent one of the best Defense Against the Dark Arts classes since fourth year. Afterwards they all left the classroom as if in a daze, wondering if Umbridge truly was gone, and if what they just experienced was even real.
“That was…” Ron spoke as they all left the classroom. “The best class I’ve ever had.”
“Was it because Malfoy lost points, or because you liked looking at his Mum?” Dean asked. “Or because it was his Mum who took away the points?”
“Why not all three?”
“Who knew Malfoy’s mum was so fucking hot.” Seamus groaned. “Damn…”
“Please, Harry, I’m begging you to help me get with Malfoy’s Mum.” Ron said desperately. “You’ve gotten with those other women, so you must have some advice you can give me!”
Harry laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck. “I don’t really-”
“Come off it, Ron, Harry’s not giving out advice for free.” Dean said. “Besides, it’s not like you’ll have a chance with her anyway.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Give it up, mate, we all know Professor Malfoy isn’t going to bang one of us.” Seamus said, before he suddenly looked at Harry strangely. “Well, the same can’t be said for Harry. As far as I’m concerned, Malfoy’s Mum is fair game for him.”
The rest of the boys suddenly turned to him, leaving Harry feeling awkward. It was times like this when his strange womanizer side came up that made him feel uncomfortable, being that it made all of his friends look at him in a different light. It was almost as if they viewed him as above themselves, like a god amongst men who reached heights they would never experience.
It granted him deference amongst the school’s male population and a certain degree of respect wherever he went. And while he had experienced such things before, now it seemed like it was multiplied tenfold. He had gone from being known as the Boy-Who-Lived, and then after that he was the Triwizard Champion, and now he was some sort of expert womanizer. All of which went to cement his position as the standard bearer for their generation.
“Harry, if you bang Malfoy’s mum, I’ll worship you.” Dean said first.
“You don’t even have to do that, just kissing her will be enough for me.”
“How about pictures?” Neville said quietly from the side, his face red. “I’ll pay you for them.”
“I like your thought process, Nev.” Seamus grinned. “Get us pictures of Professor Malfoy, Harry, and we’ll owe you one massive favor each.”
-
The clicking of heels could be heard as she made her way through the streets of Diagon Alley, returning to her home after another productive day looking for scandals at the Ministry. She owned a nice townhouse in one of the nicest wizarding settlements in Britain, with her only complaint really being that children flooded the shops during the summer months.
She opened the front door and walked into her dim home, pulling out her wand and lightning a nearby candle. It lightened the room just enough that she caught a reflection of herself in a nearby mirror, and smirked when she saw there was nothing to worry about.
Her hair was blonde and curly, something Rita spent an exorbitant percentage of her salary to maintain. And despite her age, her skin was still well maintained and soft, with a body that wouldn’t disappoint any potential lovers. Or another way to put it, Rita Skeeter still had the body of the stereotypical sexy reporter.
The past couple of days had been the height of her career. Potter was getting put down, and would never be able to retaliate against her with the Minister going after him. The brat was as good as finished, with his expulsion from Hogwarts being practically inevitable at this point. That wasn’t mentioning Madam Bones, or how Rita was going to see the the woman fired from her job, ensuring Rita would never get in legal trouble for her work.
Her non-stop articles about Potter were burying him under a deluge of scandals that would see his name ruined. The brat would never be able to recover, smeared as a womanizer, attention-seeker, murderer, liar, and soon traitor.
A smirk graced her lips as she remembered her next hit-piece on Potter, one that would certainly be a big hit and would give the Minister enough ammunition to fire Amelia Bones and get rid of Potter once and for all.
DOLORES UMBRIDGE MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHES BY POTTER’S HAND
CAN AMELIA BONES DMLE BE TRUSTED TO INVESTIGATE?
She moved over to the desk in her sitting room, where she had the articles written out and waiting to be sent off and published in tomorrow’s paper. Rita’s smirk suddenly vanished then as she looked over her desk and didn’t see them anywhere.
“I must say, this article is certainly interesting.” Came a sudden voice from across the room.
Rita spun around, suddenly noticing a woman sitting in the room that she simply hadn’t noticed when she walked in. The woman held the article Rita had written earlier, reading through it with a bemused expression on her face. How did she get in here?
“Questions have been brought to light about Mr. Potter’s involvement with the disappearance of High Inquisitor Umbridge, with the public questioning whether or not the DMLE can even be trusted to investigate. Especially with Amelia Bones, Harry Potter’s lover, as its head.” The woman read aloud, not even bothering to look up as Rita pulled out her wand and pointed it at her.
The woman put the paper down then, revealing herself fully, and Rita’s expression froze in horror as she recognized the intruder. Julia Zabini. The Black Widow.
The woman was like a panther, a predator that watched Rita and knew she was nothing but prey, someone who could do nothing against her. It was the look that many politicians had given her over the years, one of pure condescension and arrogance. It reminded Rita of those girls back in Slytherin when she attended Hogwarts all those years ago. The rich purebloods who always had the newest dragonhide purses and expensive hair, things that Rita would never be able to afford.
Even now, Rita couldn’t help but feel inadequate when facing the woman in front of her, knowing that the Black Widow had her beat. An expensive outfit made of acromantula silk hugged Julia Zabini’s curvy form, her hair intricately braided at the top before coming down in waves. The woman truly was man’s wet dream, with the flair of her wide hips that supported her fat arse, or the way her outfit outlined the sheer size of her big breasts.
It spoke volumes of Harry Potter that his Mistress was able to dress so well, something that showed off the immense power and wealth he possessed. Nevermind the fact his Mistress was powerful enough politically to potentially hold a spot on the Wizengamot. And yet, Julia Zabini seemed content to be Potter’s Mistress, his whore.
Rita wanted to believe the woman in front of her was just playing Potter, becoming his Mistress in some lucrative plot to steal all of his money. And yet Ms. Zabini seemed to genuinely want to be the boy’s whore, as Rita had seen with her own eyes in that locker room. Even now she wore all black, coincidentally matching her nickname of the Black Widow, but representing the black that all mistresses wore.
Surely she has to be angry at her position. There had to be infighting behind the scenes amongst Harry Potter’s women, as every mistress wanted to rise up to be their Lord’s wife at a certain point. It simply seemed absurd in Rita’s mind that Zabini would be content to be Potter’s Mistress for the rest of her days.
The fact that Potter’s future wife was probably going to be Madam Bones, Head of the DMLE, had to be a sore spot for Julia Zabini. The woman was practically known as a serial killer, a seductress, and a man eater, and probably someone Amelia Bones wanted as far away from Harry Potter as possible. I can use that to convince her.
“If that article goes out, it will damage Madam Bones, and might even get her fired.” Rita said, trying to pin Zabini against Bones. “That would damage her standing with Potter, and you might even be able to take her place as his wife.”
“You want me to betray Harry Potter and side with you against Amelia Bones?” Zabini gave her a pitying look. “Did you really think that was going to work?”
“You expect me to believe Madam Bones will let Potter keep you around?” Rita asked in return.
“It’s not my decision who my Lord decides to sleep with.” She dismissed her argument. “He already has my devotion and my loyalty, and nothing you say can change that. I would give my life for Harry Potter, and it does not matter if he puts a baby in me or leaves me barren and out to dry for the rest of my life.”
Rita could see it in her eyes, the fervent devotion that the woman had to Harry Potter when she spoke of him. It went beyond simply being cockdrunk as Rita originally thought, to where the woman seemed to have Bellatrix Lestrange levels of devotion to her Lord.
“Did you come here to blackmail me?” Rita bitterly asked, realizing she wouldn’t be able to make the woman change her mind. “Maybe even kill me? Like you did your previous lovers?”
“Nothing of that sort.” Zabini’s smirk gained a cruel edge.
“You have a choice, Rita. You can either publish your article, or” She sat a glass of white liquid on the table. “You can drink this.”
Rita looked at the liquid strangely. “What is it?”
“I think you know what it is.”
For a moment she thought that the glass contained milk, or even some strange potion brew. But then she inhaled the distinct scent that she had only smelled twice before, and she knew exactly what it was. Potter’s cum.
The entire glass was filled to the brim with Potter’s virile seed, and Rita nearly drooled at the sight. It reignited the desire she had to taste Potter’s seed once again, having remained subdued in the back of her mind for some time.
It had been a taste she couldn’t get out of her mouth, having remained there ever since that day when she witnessed Potter hose down Amelia Bones with his seed. She had licked it all up after he did that, crawling on the floor to get every last drop. Rita craved to taste his precious seed ever since then, an addiction that could only be satiated by one man, and now she had a way to satisfy it.
She lept forward, snatching the glass of seed and greedily gulping it down. She could feel how his thick cum ran straight down her gullet, and the sheer magical power it contained.
-
Powerful Veela corrupting and seducing their way into Magical society was a tale as old as time. Luring wizards away from their wives and manipulating powerful politicians were something Veelas were well known for, with too many examples to count of such an occurrence. And one needed no more proof than to look in the heart of the Delacour Chateau.
The Chateau itself was a demonstration of the family’s wealth and opulence, a symbol of power that would last generations. It stood on some of the most expensive tracts of land in the world, providing endless views that stretched on for miles, giving anyone who looked a view of rolling hills, fields, or even the distant Mediterranean. But it was not the beautiful home that drew visitors in, nor the exquisite artwork or wealth held within, but the woman who had built it all.
Apolline Delacour lounged on the back terrace of her Chateau as she read her daughter’s letter with mild interest. The day was just beginning, leaving her with some time to deal with personal matters before she moved on to her daily activities.
I have failed, Maman. Harry Potter is out of my reach, and has rejected all of my advances.
“It appears that little Fleur is having some trouble.” Apolline grinned slightly in amusement as she read her daughter’s letter. “Did she truly forget everything that I taught her over the years?”
His love life has been exposed to the world, and everyone knows that he is dating the current British DMLE director. I cannot risk getting close to him without others knowing, and it would stain my reputation if I tried to seduce him.
“Do you truly know so little, ma fille? Didn’t I teach you to take what you want before giving others the chance?” Apolline grumbled. “Although, you deserve more credit for trying to get close to someone like Harry Potter.”
She looked off to the side at the magazine resting next to her, being the newest edition of La Sorcellerie, the French version of Witch-Weekly, featuring Harry Potter on the cover along with the infamous Black Widow. Apolline had met Julia Zabini before, and would give the woman credit for catching a prize like Harry Potter in her web. It certainly explained why Fleur was having trouble…
The loud sound of slurping suddenly got her attention, and Apolline placed the letter off to the side and looked down. Between her legs, and on her knees, was a pretty brunette woman, eagerly working away at pleasuring Apolline’s quim.
“What do you think, Marie?” The Veela asked her. “What should I do about zis… Harry Potter?”
The woman beneath her was one of Apolline’s many devotees, a regular at her pussy parties, and more importantly, the wife of the current French Ministry Finance Director. She had been faithful to Apolline for years, whispering sweet “recommendations” in her husband’s ear at Apolline’s direction.
Apolline had many such servants like Marie, and it not only included women, as men, even couples, eagerly served Apolline Delacour. All of them did so because of the sexual pleasure she could provide them, as her Veela allure left them all fucking like rabbits in insane orgys all while begging Apolline for more.
“You should seduce him, my Lady.” Marie replied eagerly, her pupils blown wide with pure lust. “Show him the ways of the Veela, and he’ll stay with your daughter for sure.”
“I suppose I could do zat.” Apolline murmured, before she suddenly grasped Marie’s head and pushed her against her quim. The girl moaned at her touch, the Veela’s dominance sending shivers through her body and straight to her core.
For Marie, this was what she lived for. The benefits of serving Apolline Delacour were unmatched, as the woman had given her everything from sexual pleasure to riches beyond measure. But for Apolline, the girl was nothing more than a warm-up for the days events, one of many she would take and dominate throughout the day. Sex was power, after all.
It took more than seeing the Delacour Chateau to grasp the sheer amount of wealth and power in Apolline’s hands. Fleur’s mother was a predator, a Veela possessing power not seen in generations, a witch able to take whatever she wanted whether it be through seduction or force. And it just so happened that she set her sights on Harry Potter.
Send Harry Potter to me, little Fleur. Apolline thought as she began to write a letter back to her daughter. And I will show him the benefits of being with a real Veela.
-
Harry Potter loved older women.
Girls his own age and younger just didn’t cut it for him. The way they were so thin or how their assets were underdeveloped. He liked how his lovers filled out their clothes, with their muscle intermixing with healthy amounts of womanly fat to create ideal feminine forms. It didn’t mean they were fat, far from it, but instead healthy and seductive, with the only oversized parts of their forms being their breasts, thighs, or bum.
The thought of giving up sex with Narcissa for a slim girl like Ginny Weasley or Parvati Patil was almost unimaginable to him. Simply thinking about their skinny, bony, thin frame jumping up and down on his shaft sounded unattractive. Instead he much preferred Narcissa’s thick bum, or even her large breasts, both of which felt warm against his body and were perfect for hugging or groping.
For Harry though, his obsession with older women wasn’t just because of their mature bodies. He liked the mental maturity that came with them, unlike the childishness that came with so many girls his own age. His life was difficult after all, and it helped to have someone who was more experienced around to help.
“My roommates think you’re hot.” Harry said.
A normal girl in his year, other than Daphne, would have been outraged at being told such a thing. But Narcissa laughed instead, finding his words more amusing than scandalous. “I figured as much, especially with the robes I wore.”
They both laid in the Defense Professor’s bed, the sheets covering their naked forms after a lengthy session. No longer did Harry have to make the long trek to Grimmauld Place to see Narcissa, instead he could simply visit her in her Hogwarts quarters. A shame Julia isn’t here, or Amelia.
“So you what you were doing?” He questioned her choice of revealing clothing.
“I didn’t mind teasing you in front of your friends, if that’s what you’re asking.” Cissy smirked. “In fact, I thought it was kind of thrilling.”
“You had no idea how badly I wanted to fuck you after that.” Harry said, pulling her naked form against him in bed. “After class, my roommates were all talking about how hot you were. They even wanted me to seduce you and get them pictures.”
His shaft pressed between her fat cheeks and against her labia libs, and Harry felt a small wetness run down his length. It seemed his words excited Narcissa, and he felt her body quiver in pleasure against him.
“Are you getting wet?” He asked, reaching around and grabbing a fistful of boobflesh. “Does the thought of me fucking you in front of them turn you on? Just like how I took you in front of Lucius?”
“Fuck yes.” Narcissa panted in his arms. “Y-You have no idea.”
“Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of the entire class tomorrow, and make your son watch as I pound your fat arse.” He whispered in her ear, feeling his own cock stir to life against her quim at the thought. Narcissa’s eyes had rolled back in her head in pleasure at his erotic words, her long legs dancing against his own as she desperately sought relief.
“Just think of my roommates, and how they’re probably back at the dorm jerking off to the thought of you. Meanwhile you’re in bed, naked with me.” He continued on. “How about we take some pictures of you sucking off my big cock, and give them something to use?”
Narcissa seemed to reach her peak, and the blonde howled as her body quivered and shook against him. He could feel her core leak like a geyser, soaking his shaft in her womanly fluid. After that she soon calmed down, her eyes closing in exhaustion as she soon drifted off into unconsciousness against his body
That left his own shaft hard and unattended to, and normally he would go into Julia’s room to get such a matter resolved, but she wasn’t at Hogwarts. Instead Harry went off to sleep like that, with Narcissa in his arms and her own curvy form pressed against him.
It was as he slept that he experienced a vision of the Dark Lord, something that hadn’t occurred in some time, and Harry paid careful attention to what was happening.
He watched as Voldemort’s snake slithered between the different robed servants hugging the edges of the room, with some of them jumping in fright as the humongous snake brushed against them. In the center of them all sat Voldemort on his throne, a masked Death Eater knelt before him.
“Have all the preparations been made?” The Dark Lord asked.
“Yes, my Lord.” The Death Eater before him replied. “We shall make our attack while the guards change rotation tomorrow in the evening, and from there we shall raid the prison and free those inside.”
“Perfect.” Voldemort hissed in satisfaction. “With my servants freed from Azkaban, our numbers will grow substantially, and our victory will become inevitable.”
“Snape.” The Dark Lord then turned to a Death Eater standing by the side. “Any news from the Order? Does Dumbledore know of our plan?”
“The Headmaster doesn’t believe us capable of pulling of such a feat for quite some time. Our raid on Azkaban will take him completely by surprise.” Snape replied monotonously, unaware of Harry glaring at the side of his head. “In fact, the man seems more focused on Potter at the moment, especially with the scandal of his relationships being made public.”
“Ah yes, Potter.” Voldemort grinned, his head turning as his red eyes went directly to where Harry was.
Harry woke up then, and gasped.
A/N:
The Azkaban raid arc is coming up, along with a certain older Veela… Stay tuned!
Comments
Erinnyes
Great chapter!
krn
Hope harry absolutely breaks apolline lmao
