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Maturity of Magic Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 15:44:24 +0000 UTCHarry exited the floo in the Leaky Cauldron, and straightened his outfit for what felt like the millionth time. Sirius had given him some of his old fashionable pureblood clothes to wear for his date, something he was grateful for, but even then he felt out of place.
Narcissa had done as she promised to do, and arranged a “courtship” as she called it, for him to begin dating girls from other powerful families and making alliances. It was all very formal in his mind, not that he overly minded it, but Narcissa seemed very pleased to tell him that she had a date all set up for him.
He started to look around the room for his new girlfriend, and spotted her almost immediately. A put-together blonde the same age as him sat in one of the booths away from most of the room’s occupants, with an expression on her face that showed she was somewhat worried.
He approached her, and realized that she didn’t see him approach at all. She looked nervous, caught up in her own world. “Daphne?”
She jumped, nearly spilling her drink in the process but managed to stop it in time. “H-Harry?”
Harry smiled, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. Daphne Greengrass blushed prettily, holding a soft hand to her face to cover her red cheeks.
He sat down across from her, smiling awkwardly, an awkward smile she returned. He opened the menu, and felt his mind go blank as he tried to think of what to say. “I’m not really sure what to do.”
Daphne gaped at him for a moment, before wilting. “Me neither, my father had informed me this morning that we would be courting. Outside of that, I’m not entirely sure.”
Harry tried not to bring up Narcissa in his next words. He figured mentioning other women on a first date wasn’t a good idea. “Sorry about that, my… advisor told me to start looking for a partner to take up the mantle of Lady Black. I guess they might of gotten ahead of themselves.”
“Oh, there’s nothing to apologize for!” Daphne said quickly. “It was just a suprise, is all. My family is happy to be considered esteemed enough to marry into the Black family. Even if I am the one to take up the responsibilities of doing so.”
“But what about you?” Harry asked almost reflexively. He had to wonder if all pureblood girls thought like this, that ancient customs and expectations came before themselves. Narcissa certainly did, and Daphne seemed to as well. “Don’t you have goals? Aspirations? I would hate to marry you and make you give up everything.”
Daphne bit her lip. “Y-You would let me do other things? Besides be Lady Black?”
“Of course.” Harry shrugged. “The last thing I’d want to do is control your life. Besides, even if we do decide to marry, it would be at least a couple years till that point.”
Daphne gaped at him in shock, before she blushed. It started at her ears, they went red, followed by her cheeks and then her entire face and soon onto her neck. “C-Can we stay together?”
“What?” Harry asked.
“I want to stay with you.” Daphne sounded almost breathless, her face still red. “You’ve practically offered me the life of my dreams, for me continue on my personal life even through marriage. I would like to be with you.”
“I mean, I’m sure we can do another date.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck, feeling things were going a bit too quickly. “Narcissa kind of surprised me with all this, to be honest, and I trust her in the end.”
“Narcissa?” Daphne asked with a thoughtful frown. “Narcissa Malfoy?”
“Err… It’s Black now.” Harry said awkwardly. “Also, she’s my courtesan.”
“That’s impressive.” Daphne said with wide eyes. “And you said she chose me?”
“She’s the one who arranged this date with your father, I guess. And I must say that you’re taking this rather well… me having a courtesan and everything.”
Daphne blinked. “It’s a sign of status to have a courtesan, especially a woman like Narcissa Black. That she chose me for courtship with House Black is an honor.”
“Oh.” Harry replied lamely, still not understanding the pureblood women that seemed to be in his life all of a sudden. “I’m free for the rest of the day, is there anything you want to do in the Alley?”
Daphne smiled happily.
-
She walked through the isles of tables that sat on the stone balcony which was open to the cool midsummer air. This was one of those fancy muggle restaurants, one that only the super-wealthy could afford, and was accessible only to them. It was easy to see why, as the view from the restaraunt overlooked the never ending hedgerows that made up the Normandy countryside.
“Narcissa, thank you for meeting me so quickly.”
A simple sleek and smooth blue dress adorned the woman across from her, a rather ordinary piece of clothing that split at the thigh. The woman who adorned it could be called anything but ordinary, and she was Narcissa’s best friend for years.
Julia Zabini sauntered up to her table, her immaculately cared for darker skin reflecting the day’s sun. The woman had a body built for sin, the type that made men stop and stare no matter how close their wives were. If Narcissa could be described as the trophy wife, then Julia would be the prime seductress.
Even in such a simple dress, the woman could have any man she wanted drooling. Her perfectly manicured dark brown hair fell in waves around her face, dark eyes and high cheekbones telling of a rich ancestry studied everything in their surroundings. Her breasts strained against the dress, showcasing the two missiles she was gifted with.
Her body was the perfect hourglass, somehow still youthful but mature and intimidating. Her flat stomach widened to thick child-bearing hips and thick thighs, all of which supported a fat ass that most men stopped to stare at, followed by long tanned legs.
She was the woman who had now been widowed six times. Jealous pureblood ladies whispered behind her back, nicknaming her the Black Widow for the web she spun around her victims. It was all talk and rumors, Narcissa knew, as Julia Zabini was nothing but terribly unlucky. But for her to be reaching out to her for help, the situation must be bad.
“Julia.” Narcissa smiled pleasantly, giving her old friend a quick kiss on the cheek. “It has been too long, tell me what this is all about.”
Julia sighed, sitting elegantly at the fancy table and taking a sip of her drink. “My former husband’s brother doesn’t seem to want to let things go this time. He’s created quite a ruckus this time, and I find myself stretched thin as it is.”
Narcissa felt her brows raise. Julia was a master of seduction and emotion, always putting up a strong, dominant front that captivated many men. For her to be this tired and desperate, meant that things really were getting bad.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Narcissa replied. “Is there a reason you messaged me to help?”
“I know Lucius should have some connections, maybe he-” Julia Zabini trailed off, Narcissa stopping her with a raised hand.
“I am no longer with Lucius.”
“You two… separated?” Julia asked, “I didn’t see that coming.”
Narcissa shook her head, “I left Lucius. Or more accurately, I couldn’t deal with him and the danger he was getting into. I managed to rejoin House Black, as a courtesan for Harry Potter.”
“For Harry Potter? Aren’t you a bit much to be his courtesan?”
Narcissa felt herfelf smile smugly, remembering her time with Harry.
“Oh, I know that smile.” Julia smirked, as Narcissa tried to stop her embarrassed blush. “What do you like the most?”
“I like…” Narcissa trailed off, her thoughts going to Harry. She loved his nativity, his willingness to please her, but also those rare moments when he chased his own pleasure. Even though most women hated it, she found that she liked giving him blowjobs, to serve her man in a way that satisfied him. “I like making him feel good.”
“He must be quite the man for you to feel that way, Cissy.”
She found herself nodding along, before a sudden thought struck her.
-
Daphne liked to shop.
They had practically visited every store in Diagon Alley, and spent a small fortune in each one as well. He had tried to initially resist, but Daphne could be very convincing to the point he eventually stopped resisting and actually listened to her advice thuroughly.
He had bought new robes, something Daphne had insisted on, and she had even gone so far as to demand he try on some clothes she had picked out for him.
“Harry? What do you think?”
The sudden question broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked up only to have his mind go blank. Daphne posed wearing a cream-colored turtleneck, with white jeans. It was clearly a winter outfit, one that shouldn’t even be so promiscuous, but it did strange things to Harry’s mind.
The turtleneck somehow was tight enough to give Harry a rough idea of the sheer size of Daphne’s large breasts, stretching over them. Her hair was fanned over a shoulder comfortably, resting against the visible mound where her breasts lay.
She spun to the side, and his breath hitched. Her white jeans were somewhat tight, but not overly so, and showed off her huge round arse. Daphne’s big bum was like a shelf, resting at the top of long legs, with two perfect huge cheeks.
“Harry?”
She called his name, and shook him out of his thoughts. “Y-Yes, It looks great on you.”
“Thanks!” Daphne smiled brightly, in a way that made his heart dance. “I thought I could wear it in the winter, I just wasn’t sure if it would look okay if I wore it.”
“I’m sure anything would look good on you.” Harry snorted. “I’d love it if you wore it to Hogsmeade with me.”
Daphne preened, her cheeks blushing red as if he had given her all the praise in the world. He smiled as well, awkwardly blushing in embarrassment over speaking too much.
“Well, there’s just one other outfit I’d like to try on…” Daphne turned, facing towards a nearby shelf.
“…filthy mudblood, did you see how she dropped my wand? Her time will come soon enough!”
Harry’s head snapped to the side, staring with wide eyes at the front of the store. Malfoy, along with his two thugs in tow entered the store, sniffing in distaste as they looked around in contempt.
He moved without thinking, grabbing Daphne as she moved away and pulling her tight against him. He moved with her into the changing room, and pulled the curtain closed. Harry pulled her flush against his form, one hand going to her waist and another cupping her mouth to prevent her from drawing attention. She looked at him worriedly, and he shook his head before gesturing outside the small room.
“-my father hears about this! He’ll make sure to make it right.”
Daphne stiffened and breathed in sharply. Harry removed the hand covering her mouth, and she remained quiet.
“Malfoy.” She whispered to him.
“I know.” Harry nodded back. “I didn’t want to deal with him. I guess it’s the same with you?”
“It is.” Daphne replied quietly. “My sister is infatuated with him, and I already have to deal with him enough as it is. Thanks for hiding us, he can be an annoying arse sometimes.”
A store worker’s voice could be heard from outside the curtains that separated them from the rest of the store. “Hello dears, do you need anything?”
“Some new robes for Hogwarts.” Malfoy replied.
“Oh, you’ll find Hogwarts robes over there, dear.” The woman replied. “The fitting rooms are that way, can I help you with anything else?”
Daphne stiffened against him in worry, and he unintentionally pulled her tighter against him. Her big round arse smushed against his form, unintentionally stimulating his shaft through his trousers.
Then the last thing he needed happened. He started to harden, knowing that sooner than later Daphne would notice what was happening, and she inevitably did.
You did this to yourself, Harry. He told himself. She’ll call you a perv and get Malfoy and his lackies to beat you up over it.
Instead something else happened. Her arse moved, shaking against him as it squished and stimulated his shaft even more. She began bouncing back and forth lightly, quietly hitting her round arse against his shaft as it became even more stimulated.
Daphne looked back, her eyes carrying a hint of excitement in them that made his heart jump for some reason.
He panicked and pressed her more against him, but it only made it worse. Daphne folded at the waist, giving him a better view of her fat arse against him. He watched, mesmerized, as her big clothed cheeks pounded against his clothed shaft.
He imagined how easy it would be for him to take her in that moment, to push down both his trousers and her own, and fill her up with his cock. There would be nothing she could do as she took his huge shaft, and he would roughly grab her by the hair as he pounded her.
His cock was fully hard by now, to the point that his clothing was getting in the way and making it hurt. He grit his teeth in pain, knowing that it only a matter of time till her came.
Daphne looked back at him with a smirk. She knew what she was doing to him, and she clearly loved it. She kept going, humping him to the point he needed to do something. He looked down at her big round arse.
SMACK
“Oh!” Daphne moaned, her movements ceasing. Harry quickly moved a hand and covered her mouth.
“What was that?” Malfoy demanded from outside the fitting room, obviously close by.
-
Harry arrived back at Grimmauld Place with a dreamy smile on his face. His date with Daphne had gone well, despite the girl dragging him from store to store. In the end it all ended up good, with her giving him a peck on the lips before running to the floo with an embarrassed blush on her cheeks.
Still, the girl was a blonde bombshell. She was like a mini Narcissa in Harry’s mind, with large breasts and the similar blonde-hair blue-eyes combination. The difference seemed to be mainly in her young teenage body, and resting bitch face.
The girl had an outward expression akin to a frigid bitch, but was warm and cuddly once you moved past it. It played with Harry’s mind, especially when he saw her glare at a girl approaching him (possessive much?). He honestly found it attractive, having a girl who was a cold Ice Queen in public, but his personal Slytherin witch in private.
“How did your date go, Harry?” Narcissa asked innocently, wearing a black dress that was just asking to be ripped off her body. She knelt down before him, tugging his pants down and revealing his flaccid, nearly-hard cock.
His date with Daphne might have gone well, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t aroused after being in that fitting room with her. She had dry-humped him to the point of breaking, and he had to spend much of the time keeping his lust down in order to not get an erection in public after that.
-
Daphne Greengrass ran from the floo, practically sprinting into her bedroom and slamming the door before depositing her bags of new clothes on the floor.
Her skirt and panties fell away, her finger in her twat and a moan of, “Harry” on her lips as she fingered herself. She came almost instantly, and continued on for another, chasing release.
Harry Potter dominated her mind. He was the dream wizard in her mind, the man forbidden to be spoken of in the dungeons of Hogwarts, the same man who was courting her. He was so nice, so kind, even chivalrous, putting up with her as she shopped away in Diagon Alley.
But he had an undercurrent of power in his actions. When she was near him, when she held his hand, she could feel the pure magical power he held in his veins.
And that wasn’t mentioning her teasing, and the ginormous bulge in his trousers as she tried on different clothes and asked what he thought. He was such a virile, powerful wizard, and he could take her so easily.
And that didn’t even mention their intimate session in the store’s fitting room. She knew she could be an evil witch sometimes, and she saw it in Harry’s eyes as she got him hard. She knew what she was doing to him in that situation, and that as her future husband he would have to punish her.
He could have taken her so easily in that small room, sliding down her skirt for the world to see, then her knickers and exposing her pussy to the open air.
“Harry!” A needy whine escaped her lips, imaging him looming over her, lining his massive cock up with her pussy before reshaping her to fit his needs.
Her fingers sped up, imaging her core bulging to fit his huge size, his balls full of cum ready to release their heavy load on her.
“HARRY!”
-
Cum poured from her lips as Harry roared. His massive load was simply too much for Narcissa to handle this time, as his thick seed poured onto her heaving tits from her mouth that stretched around his shaft.
He groaned, his cock twitching as he finished cumming into Cissy’s mouth. She swallowed desperately, forcing down as much cum as she could manage, while the rest of it strained from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Harry ripped his softening prick from her mouth, the head releasing from her lips with a pop, as Narcissa gasped for air.
She breathed heavily until she finally caught her breath, and eventually they both rested next to each other in bed.
“Harry…” Narcissa suddenly said. “If you would be open to the opportunity, I would like for you to take one of my friends as your mistress.”
Harry blinked in confusion. “How is a mistress different from a courtesan?”
“A courtesan is seen more as a House’s caretaker or confidant and advisor, while a Lord’s mistress is seen as more of their… stress relief. They are more of a woman to be used for rough sex, similar to a prostitute, but only by the Lord they are sworn to.”
“And your friend wants this? Why?” Harry asked, bewildered.
“She’s gotten in some trouble with law enforcement outside of Britain, and needs a legal way to get out of it. Her becoming your Mistress not only gives her protection under the British Ministry, but also giver her the protection of both House Potter and Black. It gives her the safety and status she needs, and also the leverage we might need over her.”
“And I will be required to have… sex with her?” Harry asked awkwardly.
There had been something building within him since he began his relationship with Narcissa. A specific need to own, to dominate, to ravage. He had nearly lost control of it during his date with Daphne earlier, when she had dry humped him in that fitting room. The freedom to have a woman that was not only willing, but actively wanted him to pound her for his own pleasure sounded very appealing.
Narcissa rested her soft hand on his thigh, very close to his hardening cock. “Don’t just have rough sex with her. Ruin her.”
Comments
J T
Nice chapter! Looking forward to how this fic pans out.
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Tftc
