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Maturity of Magic Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2024-10-12 17:09:30 +0000 UTCAmelia had taken the initiative and sent a letter arranging ther second date, picking out a nice restaraunt Narcissa assured him was very private and out of the way. It actually relieved him that she had done all the work to get everything set, yet at the same time he felt somewhat guilty seeing as it was him who asked her on a date in the first place, and the woman had ended up deciding the details of their date both times…
He had secretly taken the floo to get to Diagon Alley, and from there it had been a short walk off a side street that headed towards Gringotts. He soon found himself approaching a cozy small building that almost looked like a townhome that had a sign outside which marked it as his destination. He made to turn as walk into the place, only to stumble slightly as his date came into view from nearby.
She walked out of the shadow of a nearby alley, a happy smile on her bright red lips as her blue eyes met his own. Amelia’s long red hair was let down in waves, falling down and over her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore an expensive green cocktail dress, the dress itself emphasizing her fit hourglass form and leading down to long legs on black very-high heels. But what really got his attention, and probably most males, were the pair of massive breasts showcased by her dress. Harry was sure that Amelia Bones had the biggest pair of boobs he had seen, and he knew it would be almost painful to avoid glancing at them for the next few hours.
“Harry, how good to see you again.” Amelia greeted kindly when they finally reached each other, going ahead and giving him a peck on the lips.
It caused Harry to blush for some reason, and for her to preen. “You as well, Amelia.”
“Thank you.” She smiled, gesturing towards the restaurant. “Now how about we head on in and sit down? It’s been some time since I’ve had a relaxing meal.”
He nodded and followed the busty redhead, walking behind her and letting his gaze fall down to her big fit dum that stood out like a shelf. Damn, look at that arse. Harry watched it as she walked, before being able to bring his gaze back up and concentrate.
There was something about Amelia that did something to him. He was used to being around beautiful and sensational women at this point, with Narcissa and Julia to name a few, but there was just something about Amelia that turned him into a bubbling teenage hormone-motivated mess.
Amelia Bones was clearly a successful and powerful older witch, beautiful and sexy to the point Harry was sure she had plenty of men willing to marry her. But there was something else that attracted him to her, something perverse and dark. In a way, he was certain she was similar to his own mother if she were still alive. And while he wouldn’t admit to having an oedipus complex, it was sort of perverse that the woman he was going on a date with was so similar to Lily Evans in her looks.
He had stared at the photos of his beautiful mother, spent many nights admiring her in the mirror of erisad, and now he couldn’t help but compare Amelia to her. And as much as Harry knew it was wrong to do so, he still couldn’t help the perverse nature of his fascination and their odd relationship.
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Daphne Greengrass sat in the main courtyard of the castle, the latest homework for charms class sitting across her lap. She sat there in the cool autumn air, a green scarf wrapped around her neck, and her blonde hair fluttering lightly in the breeze.
She didn’t have any other intentions by sitting out by the castle entrance, and she certainly wasn’t waiting for Harry to return from his date. I hope it goes well…
“Ah, Daphne, so lovely to see you again,” A nearby voice purred, her French accent thick, adding a touch of charm to her words. “I was just watching Harry as he left ze castle. He is looking so handsome, and seems to be doing so well despite everything, don’t you think?”
Daphne’s eyes narrowed, though she maintained her composed expression. She turned to face the bane of her existence, Fleur Delacour, the newest student to Hogwarts who just so happened to have an obsession with her boyfriend. “Harry’s doing fine, yes.” she said, her tone crisp. “Though I’m sure you’d like to pretend otherwise.”
Fleur’s smile widened, the smugness in her gaze unmistakable. “Pretend? Oh, no, ma chère. I don’t need to pretend anything. I simply wonder how long you zink you can keep his attention. After all I am older, more experienced, more mature. Harry is, how do you say… still discovering what he really wants?”
Daphne’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, knowing there was truth in the words of the French Veela. As much as she hated to admit it, Daphne did have deep concerns about herself being too young and inexperienced in comparison to Harry’s other lovers. She might not think about it much, or even speak about it, but the concern was still there. “I think Harry knows exactly what he wants, and it’s not you. Your charms might work on the boys at Beauxbatons, but Harry doesn’t fall for cheap tricks.”
“Cheap? Oh no, Daphne. Zere is nothing cheap about me. You forget, I am Veela. My beauty, my allure, zey are not tricks. Zey are who I am.” She stepped closer, her voice low and honeyed. “And Harry, well, let’s just say he could be tempted by someone a bit more… mature.”
Daphne’s gaze hardened, though she refused to let Fleur see how much she was beginning to irritate her. She knew what the French witch was doing, she was putting on a show of force to intimidate her. The girl wanted Daphne to know how much better she was than here, and how attractive her age and hot French accent was. Fleur could definitely speak English without accenting her words like she was doing, but did it as a way to prove her point. And that she was also a French Veela, someone who could drive men wild in the bedroom.
“Mature?” she repeated, a hint of disdain in her voice. “You think that just because you’re older and have Veela blood, you can waltz in and take whatever—or whoever—you want?”
“I do not have to take anyzing, Daphne. I simply allow people to see what is already zere. Harry is, well, he is a boy. And boys are drawn to beauty, to confidence. I am both.” She smiled sweetly, but her words were a sharp dig. “And unlike you, I know how to keep a man’s attention.”
“You think you’re so much more than me because you’ve had more experience?” Daphne asked, her voice icily composed. “That because you’re beautiful, you can just breeze through life without putting in any real effort?”
Fleur’s smile became almost predatory. “Beauty opens many doors, Daphne. You should know zat well enough. But I also know zat Harry… he is drawn to strength, to someone who understands ’im. And you, with your coldness, your pride, do you really believe you are zat person?”
Daphne’s eyes darkened. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, Delacour. Harry values more than just looks or charm, and he certainly doesn’t need someone as shallow as you trying to distract him.”
“Shallow? Non, I am simply realistic. You may think zat your arrogance keeps him intrigued, but Harry is young. He is curious. And I… well, I offer somesing you never could. Maturity. Passion.” Her voice lowered again, her words a soft whisper. “And zat is what will win him over in the end.”
“Harry doesn’t need to be won over.” She said quietly, but with steel in her tone. “He already knows what he wants. And it’s not you, someone who’s probably been ran through by half the boys from her old school.”
Daphne finally seemed to score a hit on the girl, as the Veela’s nostrils flared in anger, her eyes glaring daggers. “I would be careful if I were you. You may think you have him now, but boys like Harry, they can be swayed. And I am very good at swaying.”
Daphne’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. “Try all you want, Delacour. But Harry doesn’t need some self-obsessed Veela who thinks her looks are all that matter.”
Fleur’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but she masked it with a haughty laugh. “Oh, Daphne, you sound jealous, and perhaps you should be. You cannot keep him forever, and when he starts to wonder what else is out zere… I will be waiting.”
With that, Fleur turned on her heel, her silvery hair swaying as she strode away, her head held high, as though she had already won.
Daphne stood there for a moment, her gaze following Fleur’s retreating form. The irritation gnawed at her, but she refused to let it show. Fleur might think she had the upper hand, but Daphne knew Harry better than that. She wasn’t about to let some smug, arrogant Veela think she could simply swoop in and take what wasn’t hers.
Not without a fight.
And Daphne Greengrass wasn’t one to lose.
-
Rita Skeeter knew she had a story.
No. She had the story. It wasn’t the normal story bashing Dumbledore or going after Potter for being an attention-seeking brat, it was something even more insane. Filthy gossip columns and slanderous articles had been her specialty for years at this point, breaking and exposing scandalous relationships and flings. But now she had the biggest gossip story of the year. No, the century.
Harry Potter was going on a date with Amelia fucking Bones!
The Boy-Who-Lived with Britain’s Iron Lady. It was a match made in heaven, or hell, depending on the person. Harry Potter, likely the most famous wizard alive, and one of the strongest wizards alive as well. And he was paired with Amelia Bones, who was definitely the strongest Witch alive, and the woman who took down the Dark Lord’s right hand, Bellatrix Lestrange.
The story was almost too good, and for a minute she considered if it really was true that Potter was plotting with Dumbledore to overthrow the Ministry. The rest of her coworkers had been writing articles like that for months at this point, yelling about the secret plan Dumbledore had to overthrow the Minister and take power for himself. It was all dragon-dung in her mind, but she had to wonder if Potter meeting with Amelia Bones was really part of the whole conspiracy.
But no! The two were actually on a date, and if she was really seeing things correctly, Potter was actually charming the older witch!
“Tell me, Harry, what was it like fighting that dragon last year?” Amelia Bones asked, blinking her eyelids suggestively as she leaned in, giving an insane view of her busty cleavage. The woman really was putting on a show for Potter.
“Terrifying, honestly.” Potter cutely scratched his hair. “I feel like I barely made it out alive in the first task, and only managed to do so because I’m good with a broom. I’m sure you’ve had worse yourself, being an Auror and everything.”
“I bet you are good with your other broom too.” Rita heard Bones mutter under her breath. “Yes, but I do love my job. It can be long and hard, and even dangerous from time to time, but at the end of the day it is always worth it.”
“I hope I’m not interfering with your schedule, with us going on a date?” Harry said.
“Oh, I managed to fit in time for us to have fun.” Bones replied with a seductive smile. “I’ll have not problem fitting in the time for our next one as well.”
Rita felt her eye twitch, knowing the woman was omitting the fact she had likely spent most of the day working on her appearence. The suggestion she had simply thrown on some clothes and hopped in the floo to meet Potter was ridiculous.
“Next one?” Harry nearly stuttered, before blushing. “I mean, that sounds great.”
“Perfect.” Bones breathed huskily, slowly reaching an arm down under the table to stroke Potter’s thigh. “But before you go, I think you deserve a little reward.”
Potter suddenly grit his teeth and inhaled sharply at Amelia’s action, and Rita flew down in her insect form to see what was going on.
A grotesque impression of a massive cock was outlined on Potter’s trousers, the huge tube running along his thigh and leading to the impression of what was clearly its fat head down close to his knee. It startled Rita, and she unknowingly landed on one of Amelia’s large breasts, only for the woman so flick the pesky fly off.
-
“Would you like me to take care of you, Harry?” Amelia asked with lust as she massaged his shaft through his trousers.
It had been to much to handle with Amelia, from her flirting, gentle touches, bountiful cleavage that bounced with the slightest breath, and now her stroking his erect shaft. He started to generate pre-cum, the liquid pooling at the end of his clothed cock and creating a wet spot on his trousers.
“I-I-” He stuttered worriedly, looking around the room as he worried about possible onlookers. They were in a private room, the door closed but Harry knew someone could still walk in on them.
Amelia fetched her wand, non-verbally casting a spell that hit the door. “There. Now no one will walk in on us. Now, are you ready?”
He shakily nodded, and Amelia knelt between his legs as he sat in the chair. His trousers came undone wandlessly, all of it falling to the floor as Amelia watched on. His shaft was finally exposed, already hard and huge from his date.
She watched it with awe, staring wide-eyed as pre-cum gently fell from its tip. Amelia reached out carefully, gripping it at the base. “It’s huge.”
Harry swallowed. “Thanks.”
Amelia suddenly moved, her hands going to her dress as she shrugged off her dress. Two huge breasts were exposed to the world, and it was Harry’s turn to stare. The were massive, bigger than Narcissa’s, and each breast was comparable in size to Amelia’s own head.
She looked up at him with her breasts exposed, a somewhat sly smile on her face. “Have you ever seen breasts this big before?”
“No.” Harry answered honestly, mesmerized by the sight. “They’re huge.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” The redhead smirked at his words, as she grabbed each breast with her palms before mashing and bouncing them together sensationally.
She moved in with them, pressing them on either side of his humongous shaft as she massaged his organ. Harry could do nothing but stare wide-eyed, not expecting their relationship to reach this point so soon. Before him knelt Amelia Bones, Head of the DMLE, and she was giving him the best tit-job imaginable.
His release came faster than he could have anticipated, the excitement over the redhead MILF fueling his lust in that moment. Amelia’s huge breasts continued to massage his shaft, the feeling so heavenly that he felt his legs weaken as Harry unleashed his load.
Amelia smirked, stroking his cock with her tongue out as he came. His white seed covered most of her face with his first load, the second load hitting her open mouth violently. It continued on, Harry groaning with release as he came over and over again on her face as Amelia devoured his seed. It was her victory, her triumph that had led to Harry letting loose such a large load, and he had been powerless to resist her.
Harry finally finished, groaning as he leaned against the nearby table for support. His cum had gone everywhere, nearly covering Amelia’s entire face as well as parts of the nearby walls and floor. A nearby fly in the room had even managed to get stuck in one of his cum puddles. It had been one of his hardest orgasms to date, and Amelia had extracted it from him almost effortlessly. He looked on as the busty redhead witch devoured his remaining seed on her face, sexily wiping it off and sticking it in her mouth.
“Now then, are you ready for the rest of our date?” Amelia asked, a content smile on her face.
“O-Of course.” Harry stumbled over his words, not used to such a confident woman, as he stood up and hurriedly tucked away his shaft. “Should we the place up clean up first?”
“Oh, don’t bother. The elves will take care of the cleaning.” With that done, Amelia grabbed his arm and they left.
-
Rita Skeeter transformed back. Her face, no, her entire body, was covered in cum. It had stained her clothes, soaked her to the bone, and coated her hair in thick seed.
She coughed it up, spitting up cum with every exhale as she desperately tried to recover. She could feel it with every fiber of her being, the powerful wizard cum, Potter’s cum. Even as she tried to resist it she knew it was futile.
She sat up while breathing heavily, desperately trying to stave off her arousal. But it was pointless, and as the minutes dragged by the nearby cum puddle next to her only looked more and more enticing.
With a lunge she finally jumped on it, licking up Potter’s cum like a dog. She was a bitch in heat, desperate for nourishment of the magic from a powerful wizard.
When she was finished, Rita Skeeter flew out the window, leaving no cum puddles behind.
Comments
Aditya viswanathan
Oh. I thought Julia's was bigger. It is going to be interesting when Julia and Amelia are going to meet. Will there be any fight over their boobs? If so, it will be interesting.
OmegonFlair
Definitely Amelia’s lol
DJOK DJOK
Thanks for the chapter will Amelia become lady potter or will she give up the title to secure Susan’s happiness by getting a line survival contract between harry and Susan in return for becoming harry concubine
Aditya viswanathan
Nice chapter. Surprised that Amelia went forth with a tit job on second Date. Will Rita become like an official liaison of Harry and his coven since she is addicted to his cum? Also apologise for a bit of a perverse question. Are Amelia’s boobs bigger than Julia's?
