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Maturity of Magic Chapter 9
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 16:34:39 +0000 UTCTonks had dropped him off at the station, doing so hurriedly as she quickly wished him good luck for the year before leaving. He had glimpsed her face before she apparated away, and noticed a prominent blush on her cheeks. Harry didn’t know why the Auror had been behaving so awkwardly around him as of late, as she always seemed to always get embarrassed for some reason when he was around.
It didn’t help that Narcissa gave a sly smirk when he asked her about it.
Speaking of Cissy, Harry knew that he would miss his courtesan’s presence while off at Hogwarts. He had become used to waking up next to his personal MILF, and knew that it would be a struggle to relieve himself from now on. It also didn’t help that his Mistress would be unavailable as well.
Maybe I can get a private room in the castle to share with them? He shook his head at the thought. There was no possible way Dumbledore would permit a student to allow his own Mistress into the castle, especially if that meant sleeping together in the same room.
He finally made his way past the maze of people on the platform and entered the Hogwarts Express, before heading down the hallway as he looked in each compartment for Daphne. It had been far too long since he had seen his betrothed, and some quality time on the train would be good for the both of them.
A commotion ahead got his attention, as a girl, who he suddenly realized was Pansy Parkinson, hastily left one of the compartments. She was sniffling, clearly upset over something someone must have told her. Yep. Daphne must be in that one.
He moved past Pansy as she ran off, opening the compartment door with his trunk in hand.
“Harry!” A familiar voice exclaimed, as his gorgeous blonde betrothed jumped into his arms.
He hugged her back, feeling Daphne’s promiscuous feminine form pressed against his own. He could feel her large breasts, something he was looking forward to seeing for the rest of his life, and feel the caress of her soft golden blonde hair.
Even though Narcissa had taken care of him that morning, and Julia the night before, he still felt himself get aroused. It was strange how Daphne did something to him, the way his personal Slytherin Witch caused his arousal to spike, and his cock to harden.
She must have noticed it too, the way she subtly rubbed her thick arse against his clothed shaft. Harry grit his teeth, desperately holding back his lust. The girl was insatiable, and this was the third time now she had gotten a rise out of him.
“Ahem.”
They both suddenly jumped away from each other at the sudden cough. Harry looked over to see a pretty brown-haired Slytherin girl staring at them with amusement in her eyes. She had clearly been the only one sitting with Daphne when he entered, and as such had seen their… interaction.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account, things were just getting interesting!” She smiled saucily, giving Daphne a look that Harry couldn’t decipher.
His betrothed rolled her eyes, but he couldn’t help but notice a blush on her features. She grabbed his hand, as he placed his trunk overhead. “Come, Harry, you can sit with me.”
“Yes, Harry, sit with your girlfriend.” The other girl taunted.
Daphne sighed as they sat. “Harry, this is Tracey Davis, my best friend. Please do your best to ignore her taunts.”
“A pleasure to meet you.” Tracey smiled happily. “I’m Tracey Davis, the resident Slytherin Half-blood.”
“Erm… nice to meet you.” Harry replied awkwardly.
The door to the compartment suddenly opened, and a boy with a familiar dark skin entered. Harry felt his eyes widen, a sudden feeling of awkwardness filling him as he recognized him. Blaise Zabini, the son of the woman he had been pounding nonstop for weeks at this point, looked at him.
He was clearly his mother’s son, having inherited her cheekbones and skin tone. Julia had not spoken much about Blaise, only to really say that he spent his time living with his cousin on his father’s side of the family. There had been more to the explanation than that, but Harry didn’t ask anymore.
“Potter.” Blaise looked at him and nodded. “Thanks for taking care of my mother.”
His mind went to the night before, and the insane sex he had with his Mistress.
“Gah! Morgana’s tits you’re big!” Ms. Zabini screamed, his entire shaft filling her to the brim.
Harry groaned deeply, looking up at his Mistress as she rode him. Her big tits bounced up and down with each thrust she moved up and down his cock. He couldn’t help but reach up and grab both of her jiggling breasts, causing her to moan even louder.
“Fuck! You’re insatiable!” She moaned, smiling jubilantly as he fondled her big brown breasts.
He moved in closer, his mouth meeting her own as they kissed heatedly, all the while he squeezed her big tits and plundered her core with his-
He shook himself out of his memory of the night before, directing his focus to the son of his Mistress. “Um, yeah- no problem.”
Blaise nodded, and left the compartment as soon as he entered. He left the three of them awkwardly sitting there and staring at each other.
“Did I say something wrong?” Harry awkwardly asked.
Tracey snorted. “Everyone knows Blaise is a wand-swallower, Harry.”
“A wand-swallower?” He repeated.
“It means he’s gay.” Tracey explained, eyeing him up and down in a way that made Daphne growl. “And as far as the male and female population of the school go, you’re quite the catch.”
Daphne clutched his side possessively. He liked her being possessive. “I don’t share, Tracey.”
“Okay, okay.” Tracey held her arms up in defeat. “I was joking.”
The door opened again, and a familiar pair of redheads stood at the entrance to their compartment. “Harry!”
“Fred, George.” Harry smiled at them.
“Who is this, Harry?” Fred asked, looking directly at Daphne, who he realized was still clutching his side.
“And why are you so close with a Slytherin?” George asked, before turning to look at Tracey. “Or I should say, Slytherins.”
“You didn’t change Houses, did you?” Fred joked.
“Harry!” A sudden shout got his attention, as Hermoine alongside Ron entered the compartment as well.
His best female friend looked older, more mature than last year, and he noticed that Ron had also grown as well. He also noticed they each wore Prefect badges, something they hadn’t informed him of in their letters.
“Harry, I’m so sorry I haven’t owled you more this summer!” Hermoine apologized, sounding distraught with herself. She pulled on her hair in a Hermoine-like fashion, as if she was stressed beyond belief. “Things just got so busy! And I can only imagine how terrible it must have felt being with your relatives the whole time.”
“My summer wasn’t all that bad at all. If anything, I would say it was quite exciting.” Harry replied easily. “And it’s good to see you both.”
“Erm.. you too, mate.” Ron replied lamely, eyeing Daphne warily. “Why is she here?”
“Guys, this is Daphne Greengrass, my betrothed.” Harry placed a comforting hand on her thigh, knowing that his betrothed might freeze their bits off if he didn’t stop her. “Daphne, these are my quidditch teammates, Fred and George, and you probably recognize Ron and Hermoine.”
“A pleasure.” Daphne greeted primly, ever the pureblood lady. He noticed that she didn’t offer her hand for them to kiss, something Narcissa told him was impolite, but he didn’t think that anyone but him noticed.
“Betrothed?” Ron and the twins all parroted, as Hermoine watched her like a hawk.
“As I said, this summer was exciting.” Harry smiled at Daphne. All the sex wasn’t too bad either.
“Harry you can’t get married!” Hermoine looked ready to start a rant. “You’re much too young, and, and-”
“They’re not getting married for a while.” Tracey Davis cut her off from behind them, causing the group to turn. Daphne’s friend had sat quietly as the Gryffindors came in and talked, until she finally revealed herself. “Betrothed is basically the stuffy pureblood expression for boyfriend and girlfriend, or dating, meaning it can be broken off at any point. It’s going to be a long time until they actually get married.”
“Oh.” Her explanation seemed to take the wind out of the group’s sails, as Hermoine deflated. “Well, I’d still like to learn more about how this happened. But Ron and I have to get to the prefect meeting. I probably forgot to mention that we’re prefects, by the way.”
“Congrats.” Harry genuinely meant it. “If anyone deserved it, it was you two.”
“Thanks, mate.” Ron said, holding the door as the twins as well as he and Hermoine left the compartment.
Tracey snorted after the door closed. “Gryffindors.”
“What?” Harry asked, genuinely confused.
Daphne shook her head. “Don’t mind her, Harry.”
“Yes, don’t mind me. I’m also going to get going, as I’m sure Hestia and Flora had a good summer, and I’ll be sure to visit Astoria as well.” Tracey smiled, standing and heading to the compartment door. “You two lovebirds need the privacy anyways.”
“Tracey.” Daphne said warningly, but it was too late. The brunette laughed as she fled the compartment.
Harry discreetly pulled out his wand and spelled the curtains closed as well as to lock the door. He turned to his girlfriend and placed his hand on her thigh, something that made Daphne bite her lip.
“She is right, we could use the privacy.” Harry stated, with something in his tone that made her shiver in pleasure.
He shifted his leg, allowing a massive tubular bulge to appear in his trousers. Daphne noticed it immediately, her eyes widening before going to his own. Harry stared back, his gaze both captivating and arousing her to no ends.
“Y-You want me to take care of you?” Daphne shifted in her seat as she said those words, feeling his firm, dominant, grip on her thigh. A good pureblood wife would take care of her husband.
“Yesss.” A certain serpentine quality was in his voice that made her shiver.
He had clearly been waiting for this moment, and she had been as well. She remembered all the way back to the time in her garden, when she had nearly sucked his cock while out in the open on the grounds of her manor. Daphne knew that she liked the risk of being discovered, just like the time in Diagon Alley, or how anyone could walk in their compartment right now and find her sucking him off.
She moved to her knees, primly resting her skirt-covered fat bum on her heels and unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress shirt. Harry watched her, and she could see him gazing at the cleavage she was unveiling for him. She finally moved her hands to his trousers, unzipping them before pulling them down.
A gasp erupted from her lips as a bigger cock than she could have imagined pointed straight out towards her. Her eyes crossed as she took it in, locked on its intimidating head. “It’s so big.”
Harry’s shaft twitched, quivering under her praise, and Daphne let out a small gasp as it seemed to thicken and lengthen as it became even harder. She gently moved in, resting both hands on the thick shaft, feeling the heat of his his penis, before placing her mouth on its tip.
She took just the head of his enormous cock, sucking on it before releasing it like one of those muggle lollipops. Both her hands jerked the rest of his shaft, one at the base and another in the middle, doing the best to stimulate it. It was what her mother had taught her to do, being the most dignified way for a pureblood woman to suck a wizard’s cock.
But she could do better.
She could tell Harry was enjoying it, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She changed positions, placing her hands on her lap, before going deeper.
Harry’s eyes widened, as she began descending down his shaft. Inch after inch fed into her mouth, before she felt the head of his shaft enter her throat. She gagged, fighting through the difficulty as her eyes filled with tears. But she ignored it, pushing deeper, and soon found that her nose was pressed against his groin.
Harry groaned deeply, a manly noise that moistened her panties, and she began slowly pulling back before pushing forward on his massive shaft. Daphne knew she would get better with time, as she removed one of the hands resting on her lap before bringing it up to one of his large balls contained within that giant swinging sack, and gently gave it a squeeze.
Harry roared. Cum erupted from his cock lodged deep within her throat, as she felt the massive penis expand within her airway before blowing a massive load deep into her esophagus. Daphne choked, not being able to breathe as the cum consumed her, and went to pull away-
But she couldn’t. A firm hand landed on her head, grasping her perfectly manicured blonde hair and forcing her face firmly against Harry’s groin. She could hear him groaning with the pleasure of his release, no doubt unconsciously forcing her down his shaft, as his fingers dug deeper into her scalp in such a pleasurable way. Feeling so many sensations at once, the way Harry found relief because of her, she couldn’t help it… she came.
She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, his shaft lodged deep in her throat as he came, but he finally stopped and allowed her to dislodge herself. Daphne didn’t want that be the end however, as even though she had taken care of Harry’s needs, she still felt that she could do more.
She moved in like a viper, peppering his softening shaft with loving kisses as Harry groaned in satisfaction. He was her future Lord, her future Husband, and she needed to prove that she could be a good pureblood wife.
-
He had taken a carriage with Ron and Hermoine up to the castle, talking about the coming school year. Harry could tell that they were keeping things from him, similar to how he was also keeping things from them as well. Narcissa was his secret to tell, along with staying with Sirius, and also dating Amelia, but he knew that one day it would all come out. Just not now.
It was clear that Ron and Hermoine had also spent a lot of time together this summer, seeing as they both seemed to be on the same page. Both spoke about Voldemort, and warned him about keeping his head down this year.
They were some of the last people to enter the Great Hall, something Harry regretted, as everyone seemed to momentarily stop what they were doing and stare at him. It left him feeling alone and awkward, as soon the entire hall broke out into hushed conversations as they stared at him as if he was some sort of animal in a zoo.
Last summer had been the best period of time in his life, and his entrance into the Great Hall was like waking up from a great dream. He felt like he had been pulled from his previous life, violently snapped out of the comfort of Grimmauld Place and dragged back into the dangerous Wizarding World that was Hogwarts.
No longer could he afford to spend half the day sleeping in, or fooling around with Narcissa or Julia for hours on end. Sirius wasn’t someone he could easily reach anymore, and that wasn’t mentioning his dates with Amelia or how their relationship would work out anymore.
It was almost as if he was in some sort of haze as he walked to the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermoine. He found himself sitting beside Ron, still trying to adjust to his new life at Hogwarts.
“You’d think they’d have something better to do.” Ron grouched from his side, getting Harry’s attention, as the redhead glared at the masses of students who were staring at him.
“Why are they staring at me?” Harry couldn’t help but ask.
“You haven’t read the prophet, have you?” Seamus sneered from nearby, glaring at him angrily.
“Not really.” He knew that Nymphadora read the prophet, and sometimes Narcissa, but he stopped after seeing the hit pieces done on him. I guess everyone here believes whatever that rag writes about me.
He looked up at the podium, find the teachers sitting and waiting for them all to get settled in. Dumbledore sat waiting, and pointedly seemed to be avoiding his gaze for some reason. The rest of the staff was mostly the same, except Hagrid was missing and replaced by the Grubbly-Plank woman, and an ugly woman wearing pink sat proudly in her seat at the end of the table.
Even if he knew it was bad, Harry let his gaze wander to the beautiful Aurora Sinistra. He had a crush on the Astronomy teacher since first year, and even now he struggled not to let himself stare too long at her. I think me and every boy in the castle has a crush on her.
The entire room seemed to quiet down as the doors to the Great Hall opened, beginning the sorting ceremony for the first year students. But it wasn’t a first year student who entered behind McGonagall, but a familiar beautiful silver-haired French girl wearing unmarked Hogwarts robes.
What is Fleur doing here?
Harry watched as Fleur sauntered up to the stool and sat down, looking way to dignified (in his opinion) in how she did so. The former Beauxbatons champion wore her Hogwarts robes as if they were designer clothing, her hair perfectly straightened as it fell down onto her shoulders and back like a waterfall.
“Merlin’s sack.” Ron said under his breath from next to him. “What is she doing here?”
Harry was asking himself the same question.
-
She sat down on the worn stool, crossing her legs elegantly as she looked over the Great Hall of her new school. Hundreds of eyes stared back, the men of the school staring with lust as they looked over her sexy form. The girls stared with envy and hatred, knowing that she was more pretty than all of them combined, and that she could have any boy she wanted with ease.
Nearly any boy. She corrected herself, her eyes finding Harry’s dark hair in the crowd. Before, she would have mocked or dismissed how girls felt about her, knowing that she was more pretty than any of them would ever be, but Fleur didn’t feel that way anymore. She now felt just like the girls who envied her from being within Grimmauld Place and seeing the women Harry was with.
She couldn’t help but feel inadequate and insecure when seeing Ms. Zabini and Ms. Black be intimate with Harry, a feeling she had never felt before. Now that feeling was all too real, and her being at Hogwarts was a sign of her desperation to get in a relationship with Harry Potter.
Professor McGonagall got her attention, as the older woman headed towards her with the sorting hat in hand. Fleur couldn’t help but sniff in distaste as the ugly, smelly, old sorting hat was placed on her pristine hair.
‘I heard that.’
Her eyes widened in horror. The sorting hat had spoken within her mind, reading her thoughts, and leaving her terribly embarrassed. Sorry!
‘Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with-’
Gryffindor please. She told the had quickly before it could come to a decision. She had come to Hogwarts to be with Harry, and it wouldn’t be good if she was in a different House than him.
‘I admit you do have some courage, especially to get into that tournament last year, but I don’t think Gryffindor will fit you.’
She thought of the black-haired wizard she had come here for. But I want to be with Harry!
‘Heh. It’s not everyday I get to upset a Veela. Just don’t burn me.’ “Ravenclaw!”
Comments
Mouse
Not Hermione in this fanfic
Daeron Targaryen
I do hope Harry gets hermione too
