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Maturity of Magic Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2024-10-26 21:35:26 +0000 UTCHe ducked his head and twisted his broom under him, dodging yet another one of Malfoy’s close-calls. The blonde pounce was determined to knock him off his broom, and had attempted to do so a couple of times already.
In the past, Draco only baited and harassed him for fun, but now there was an undercurrent of anger and frustration to it. Harry could guess why, being Voldemort’s return, and possibly even the rumors of his secret lover, likely being reasons for Draco to be angry with him.
The whole castle seemingly was on the hunt for his ‘secret lover’, all the while Daphne was able to stay under the radar. Harry had no idea how she was able to manage it, but knew it was only a matter of time till their relationship was exposed.
No doubt Malfoy wanted nothing more than to harass and bully his secret girlfriend, but he was unable to even find out who exactly it was. All of which probably made Draco resent him even more, if that was possible, making an insecure boy even more envious of him. And it was something Harry could use.
“You missed me, Draco!” Harry taunted with a laugh, knowing Malfoy had been aiming to knock him off his broom with that pass.
Draco sneered, pushing his broom harder. “I’ll catch you, Potter. You’ll see!”
Harry laughed as he pulled off a tight corkscrew, effortlessly dodging a bludger. “Right. I’m shaking, Malfoy. You haven’t even come close all season. Can’t imagine this is any different.”
Draco’s face flushed with frustration. “You’ll slip up soon enough.” he spat. “You’ve always been lucky, Potter, never actually good.”
“Luck?” Harry mocked. “This is skill, Malfoy. Not something you’d understand, given you have to rely on Daddy’s money to buy you a broom that still can’t keep up!”
Draco’s jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped his broom. “You won’t be so smug when you’re flat on your back, Potter!”
“Sounds like wishful thinking, Malfoy.” Harry retorted, swerving just in time to avoid another bludger aimed his way. He didn’t miss a beat, spinning around effortlessly and giving Malfoy a taunting salute. “You could always take notes if you need tips.”
Draco growled, his temper getting the better of him as he surged forward. But Harry was quicker, his broom responding to his every thought. Malfoy tried to match his pace, but Harry easily outmaneuvered him, dodging and weaving around him in circles, as though he were toying with a child.
“You’ve got to do better than that,” Harry taunted over his shoulder, watching as Draco struggled to keep up. The look of fury on Malfoy’s face was almost too satisfying. He swooped low, feigning towards the ground, watching as Draco followed him down in a reckless dive. At the last second, Harry shot back up, leaving Draco scrambling to pull out of the dive before he crashed.
“Oops.” Harry called, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “Careful, wouldn’t want to bruise that pretty face.”
Draco’s face was a mask of anger as he shot back up after Harry, but it was too late. In the distance, Harry spotted the Snitch glinting in the sunlight. Without a second thought, he dove, ignoring the shouts from behind him as Draco tried to close the gap. Harry’s hand closed around the Snitch, its wings fluttering helplessly against his palm as he slowed to a triumphant stop.
The crowd exploded in cheers, but Harry’s attention was on Malfoy, who was now hovering just behind him, glaring with venom in his eyes. “Better luck next time!” Harry taunted, smirking as he held the Snitch up for Draco to see.
As Malfoy seethed and the crowd roared, he found himself leaping off his broom and into the arms of his teammates as they surrounded him. Angelina, Katie, and Alicia hugged him and each gave him a kiss on the cheek, while Fred and George then hoisted him up.
Harry held up the snitch as other Gryffindors swarmed the pitch, lapping up the praise and cheers. Other that his dalliances with Narcissa and Julia, this had been exactly what he needed this year. A victory.
And yet everything was not as it seemed, as the fake cough of the woman he had grown to despise ruined the moment. “Hem, hem!”
Harry turned, his mood souring instantly as Professor Umbridge approached, her expression a twisted mask of false politeness.
“Impressive flying, Mr. Potter,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension. “However, I regret to inform you that your behavior during this match has been… quite unbecoming.”
Harry felt his stomach drop. “What?”
“Unsportsmanlike conduct,” Umbridge continued smoothly. “Baiting your opponent, reckless flying—this is not what we expect from Hogwarts students. I’m afraid you’ll no longer be allowed to play Quidditch.”
“What?!” Harry exploded, the euphoria from catching the Snitch evaporating in an instant. “That’s not fair! You can’t just—”
“I can, and I have,” Umbridge interrupted, her smile widening. “Consider yourself permanently banned from the sport. For life. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Harry and the rest of them standing in stunned disbelief.
As Draco smirked in the distance, Harry clenched his fists, anger and frustration boiling inside him. He had won the match, but once again, Umbridge had found a way to snatch the victory from him.
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The water of the empty locker room shower collided with his body and flowed down his muscular frame. Harry didn’t bother moving from his spot, standing in the shower nakedly as he silently fumed.
Suddenly, a buxom and busty form of a woman he had grown used to pressed against his back. He could feel her arms wrap comfortably around him, as her chin rested on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” Julia whispered, sounding different than normal.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to comfort you.” She replied easily. “I know you’re frustrated with how things have been, and so I came here to make you feel better.”
Harry felt himself fall deeper into her embrace, enjoying the feeling of her big tits pressed against his back. “Thank you.”
“Well don’t just thank me.” She reached down and grabbed his girthy shaft, giving it a pump as it expanded in size. “Why don’t you take this big thing, and stick it in me?”
Harry sighed, feeling himself harden at her actions. His mistress never seemed to be at a loss for what to do. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
He moved in an instead, reaching around and pushing his Mistress against the shower wall. Harry gripped her arse harshly, lining his cock up with her labia lips before harshly penetrating her. He didn’t take his time like he normally did, burying his shaft within a handful of shafts as the shower hosed both of them down in water.
Her fat arse collided with his hips with a wet clap, each thrust sounding louder than usual as it rebounded of the shower walls. The water made things better, creating a slurping sound as his cock entered and exited her tight pussy. All the while Harry focused on his own pleasure, using her body for his own reward as he fucked her hard.
He was so angry, so frustrated, as he remembered every little taunt and loss that he went through in his head. From having to hide his relationships, Voldemort’s return, the fucking quidditch match, and not being able to stay in Grimmauld Place. It all seemed to add up in his head, increasing his vexation to new heights.
SLAP
His palm slapped against her wet arse hard, causing his Mistress to moan. All the while he slammed into her, pounding the shit out of Ms. Zabini with his beefy cock and he pressed her hard against the shower wall.
He was just so frustrated! Julia was screaming in pure ecstasy at this point, as he relentlessly obliterated her mature pussy with his big cock. His arms gripped her hips harshly, letting his fingers sink into her soft brown skin in order to gain more leverage.
He could feel his release coming, but didn’t bother slowing down, letting himself ejaculate without pause as his cock abused her poor pussy. Julia screamed, as Harry himself growled, only fucking her harder and faster as the shower covered their forms in more water.
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Rita Skeeter wasn’t in her bug form this time as she spied on Harry Potter. Instead she hid behind a nearby corner in the boys locker room, watching at the Boy-Who-Lived fucked the living shit out of a witch she thought of as untouchable.
Julia Zabini. The Black Widow. And Harry Potter is fucking her.
And wasn’t that just the understatement, as Rita watched him fuck the poor witch within an inch of her life. It was a pounding that most witches could only dream of, and only so many could take.
She watched as Potter’s balls swung underneath their respective bodies, no doubt pumping an insane amount of semen into the witch. Rita heard Zabini moan and scream then, probably receiving an out of body experience in that moment.
Rita herself moaned quietly, two fingers pressed deep into her core as she felt herself experience pleasure unlike anything before. Just watching Harry Potter fuck a woman gave her more pleasure than actual sex, and she felt herself cum from the erotic sight.
She watched Ms. Zabini intently, the way her body spasmed and quivered under Potter’s intense movements. What I would give to be that woman…
For the first time in what felt like forever, Rita felt a new emotion in regards to the woman in front of her. Jealousy. She was jealous of not just Zabini, but of Amelia Bones as well, and how lucky they both were to get with Harry Potter.
And that jealousy led to resentment, and Rita felt an anger for the two woman unlike any she had before. Rita had ruined careers, marriages, and everything in between with her publications. And in that moment she knew exactly what she would do to the two women.
How dare they get to be with Harry Potter while I’m not! She seethed internally, vowing to destroy them. And once I prove them unfit for Harry, he’ll have no chance but to accept me!
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Her robes were cleaned and firmly pressed, her Slytherin tie perfectly tied, while her long blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Daphne Greengrass looked every bit the perfect pureblood heiress as she entered the Great Hall, walking beside her best friend as they made their way to the Slytherin table.
Tracey stifled a yawn at her side as she looked over the hall before back at her. “Malfoy looks quite smug.”
Daphne’s eye twitched. “I can guess why.”
It was obvious why. Harry Potter getting banned from quidditch had nearly sent all of Gryffindor into open revolt, and it had taken McGonagall quite the effort to calm things down. Daphne herself was quite peeved, and could only feel bad for her betrothed. On the other hand, she was furious with Umbridge, and angry with Malfoy as well for his own actions.
They sat down at the Slytherin table, as far away from Malfoy as possible, as Daphne began putting together her morning breakfast.
“Boy wonder seems alright today, all things considered.” Tracey remarked from her side.
Daphne let her gaze wander, doing so inconspicuously, until her eyes locked on to Harry from across the Great Hall. Tracey had been right, and he did look much better than anticipated. It was the look of someone who had been freshly-fucked the night before, and Daphne hadn’t been the one to do the deed. Not yet, at least.
Her eyes wandered, and she found herself staring at Hogwarts newest student, Fleur Delacour. The French Veela in Ravenclaw had gotten a lot of attention since her arrival, and been asked out quite a few times by boys, only to be ignored.
And yet the girl had an irritated frown on her features, glancing at Harry longingly from her spot at the Ravenclaw table before looking distastefully back down at her breakfast. It seemed Harry was ignoring her so far, and Delacour’s disappoint only made Daphne feel better. Her worry about Delacour being the one Harry hooked up with ceased, and she felt herself relax.
Like Harry would ever fall for a cheap Veela like Delacour. Daphne snorted, knowing the girl had no chance of stealing her place as Harry’s future wife.
It seems this day will be better than I originally thought. She mused, watching as a nearby owl dropped the paper on the table. Daphne grabbed it, opened it, and felt her eyes widen in horror.
It wasn’t the title that grabbed her attention, but the large image of herself along with Harry and his other lovers that did it.
No…
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Daily Prophet Special Report: The Boy Who’s Being Manipulated?
By: Rita Skeeter
Hold on to your wands, dear readers, because the Chosen One seems to have chosen himself quite the entanglement, and it’s far more scandalous than even the most seasoned gossip enthusiasts could imagine. Our tale begins with a trip to Diagon Alley, a reservation at one of the more finer establishments that one can visit. And who can be found there? No other than Harry Potter and a certain Madam Amelia Bones.
That is right, dear readers, Harry Potter is currently in a relationship with Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, as well as the Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones. The Iron Lady herself with the Boy-Who-Lived may seem scandalous enough, but that’s not all!
A certain trip to the Ministry, and more specifically the Department of Magical Contracts, reveals that Harry Potter is not only dating Madam Bones, but is also locked in a betrothal contract with a certain Daphne Greengrass. Digging deeper, and this reporter found that Potter is not only betrothed to the Greengrass heiress, but also has a signed Mistress contract with none other than the infamous Black Widow herself, Mrs. Julia Zabini.
Three witches, all of their own power and ambitions, all circling Potter like vultures around a wounded animal. One has to wonder what exactly is going on? And not only this, but what are each of these three powerful seeking from Potter? Power? Influence? Wealth? Love? Or are these women playing Potter like a game of Wizard’s Chess?
Let’s start with Daphne Greengrass, the cold, calculating Slytherin beauty whose family is well-known for their deep pockets and ancient bloodline. Rumor has it that the Greengrass family has their eye on Potter’s considerable fortune and his growing influence in the wizarding world. With Daphne’s icy charms, it’s no wonder she’s managed to slither her way into Potter’s life. But is it affection she seeks, or a long-term merger of two powerful families? Our sources think the latter.
Then there’s Madam Amelia Bones, the ever-serious Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. What could such a seasoned and much older witch want with a teenage boy? Power, of course! With Potter’s reputation as “The Boy Who Lived” and his connection to Dumbledore, some suspect Bones may be using Harry to solidify her influence in the Ministry. After all, being linked to the wizarding world’s most famous boy could give her considerable leverage in both political and social circles. Could this be a calculated career move more than a romance? The evidence is starting to pile up, readers.
But the real kicker is Mrs. Julia Zabini, known to most as the Black Widow, a woman whose beauty is only rivaled by her deadly track record. With seven wealthy husbands mysteriously deceased, her involvement with Potter raises more than a few eyebrows. Is Harry her next target? Will he be the latest casualty in Mrs. Zabini’s web of riches and tragedy? One must ask if Harry is nothing more than a pawn in this widow’s deadly game—a game that always ends with her holding all the galleons.
Now, we must ask the question on every witch’s mind: Has Potter lost his chance at true love? With these three powerful witches vying for control, it seems other hopeful witches—perhaps younger, more innocent ones—won’t stand a chance of capturing Harry’s heart… or his vast inheritance. Could Potter’s future be sealed by these manipulative, scheming women, leaving others out in the cold?
This love triangle—or shall we say love quadruple?—could have far-reaching implications, both for Potter and for the wizarding world at large. Is Harry aware of how deep he’s in, or is he merely a puppet in a game played by witches far more experienced than he? Will the Boy Who Lived live to see another day, or will he be outwitted—and perhaps outloved—by the Black Widow and her fellow manipulators?
One thing is for certain, dear readers: Harry Potter is in way over his head, and only time will tell if he can untangle himself from the grasp of these three ambitious witches—or if he’ll fall victim to their treacherous games. Stay tuned, as this scandal is only getting started!
Comments
Rogue
Oh boy. Rita just fucked up. She thought this would get Harry’s attention, and it will. All of the bad attention. She’ll be lucky if she walks away alive.
yan boul
her this complicated shading that is herself and that uses powers that she does not seem to me not that she will have the power to suspend no one she is that teacher if I am not mistaken? In addition to life lol sa would have been malfoy who would have made her she would have given him a merlin order as a bonus I don't even know if she uses the book of the rules even if her never stopped,. rita who pursues Harry you think what they reveal it you will increase your luck no but she says nothing about a corrupt official can't wait to see what you have in store for us after this bomb
Daeron Targaryen
Well damn Rita is going to go crazy then
