Riddle's hands were trembling, voice rough and full of barely contained anger as she stalked towards the wounded witch. "What part of 'keep Harry safe' didn't you understand?"
"Grace…" Dumbledore spoke from nearby, her own tone containing enough of a warning that everyone in the room heard it.
"No, she had one bloody job Augustina, to make sure those two children who went on the Minister's utterly ludicrous outing were escorted and returned to Hogwarts safe and sound."
There was an argument to be had, that both were unharmed, however Lupin merely averted her gaze while heavily bandaged and wrapped. Deep down she knew it wasn't necessarily her fault but placed the blame upon herself anyway.
The Headmistress, on the other hand, was under no such delusions, "If I recall correctly neither Harry nor Delphini were harmed, likely in part due to Remi's selfless actions." Riddle rounded upon her, eyes blazing and mouth already preparing for a rebuttal. Dumbledore was in no such mood though, "And unless you can think of a way in which the situation should have clearly been handled differently, then we should be commending her actions not berating them."
It was clear Grace wanted to continue arguing, wanted to let out her frustrations and anger on the most convenient target, but a hard glare silenced anything further and she stormed out of the room moments later.
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Harry knew it was coming, although he had expected the woman to simply barge into what was her bedroom rather than knocking on the door and lingering on the border between the two rooms. "Harry? May I come in?"
He nodded, already knowing she would likely be angry with him as his parents had been.
Instead of immediately shouting or pointing out where he had gone wrong or anything. She merely waited, watching him from afar.
"You gave us quite a scare."
"I know."
Again, a silence followed which was accented by a deep sigh from the woman. "I want… to move back in. I've missed sleeping next to you, it helps me know you're safe."
A tiny smirk curled onto his lips, "And it helps with sex, right?"
Her stare became hungry, "Yes, I've missed having sex with you. I would like to resume having it on a regular basis, if you can forgive me for what I did earlier."
"Yeah, and I suppose it would be nice to sleep with you again."
It was Grace's turn to give a cheeky smile, "Even with miss Lovegood and Cleopatra having their turns to enjoy your body?" Harry quirked an eyebrow, curious on how the conversation would go from there. Was she going to be angry, jealous, aroused even? Whether his gesture had been noticed and interpreted or if she was simply biding her time wasn't clear. She followed up her original question quickly enough, however. "Was it good for you? Were they tight? Did you enjoy sex with them?"
Ah, so what she had been trying earlier in the year, fine he could play along with that. "Cleo was very tight, especially when she pushed me against the wall and fucked me."
Riddle's eyes widened and if he was uncertain as to the reaction at first the way she licked her lips afterwards cleared any confusion up. "I bet Lovegood was even tighter, wasn't she?"
He gave a nonchalant shrug that surprised even him, "We didn't have sex, I just wanted to eat her out so she would have something to think about for the next few weeks, something to daydream about."
"Fuck…" Grace muttered, taking a step forward as her pupils dilated even further. "She's so lucky, I remember how good you are. I bet she fingers herself every night just thinking about, probably can't take a shower or bath without fucking herself while thinking about you. And Malfoy? I know how desperate her family can be. Her grades are already fluctuating a bit, she watches you during class when you don't think she is. Her sister is going to be so jealous that her cunt tasted you first."
She prowled forward even as he sat back onto the bed, it was such a perfect situation but just as she reached him, just as her head lowered his finger was on her lips. "Strip first, I miss seeing you naked."
Grace cursed her past self for not thinking before acting, for throwing this away for even the shortest amount of time. She should have just made Dumbledore tell him, should have let the old woman who didn't have the pleasure of warming his bed and his cock.
Although… the thought of Augustina having the boy underneath her, taking advantage of him, had stalled her hands while unbuttoning her top because yes that was also very hot and was quickly added to her list of fantasies to consider in the future.
"Grace are you okay?"
There was more than a little concern in his voice, and it brought her back to the present with a strange pinch to her heart. He was looking at her now, just her. He wasn't thinking about being balls deep inside of Cleopatra Malfoy. Wasn't thinking about sex with Luna or any of his friends, wasn't fantasizing about some young witch who might have a tighter body.
She wanted, needed, him in ways she couldn't understand, in ways she had never felt before.
"Yes, yes I'm very okay Harry just… fantasizing about you."
He grinned in that youthful, happy method that accelerated her heart rate all by itself. "Well, I would join you if someone would continue stripping."
Right, she was undressing for him, wasn't she? When her hands returned to their previous task she was slightly puzzled as to why they were trembling just slightly.
Anxiety? No, that didn't make any sense.
Something else to consider even as her shirt, and moments later bra, hit the floor. Her pants were next, and she shimmied a bit to dispose of them before glancing back up at the boy seated only a few feet away.
Harry Potter was staring at her, taking in her skin, with an obvious erection in his pants. "See something you like?" she teased, having heard men say similar things. Instead, Harry just nodded, almost in a daze.
"I've missed your curves."
Not typically something men would comment on, but she would certainly take the compliment. "You next."
His movements were just as hasty and soon he was leaning back on the bed, naked chest heaving and looking deliciously aroused.
Plus, his cock was hard and that was beyond arousing. They had wasted enough time though, and she was crawling over him seconds later. A mouth was on her breast, sucking almost desperately as a hand squeezed and groped the other. One of hers was stroking up from his balls to his tip before lowering her drooling cunt down onto him, devouring him once more until he filled her.
It was paradise and it took more willpower than the professor realized she could muster not to begin riding him with reckless, youthful, abandon.
But no, she was vaguely aware of his two disappointing dates, at least in terms of his own pleasure. She needed to go slow, to remind him of what she could offer in terms of sex.
Slow and steady, throwing her head back as his mouth and tongue continued to enjoy her nipples. "So wonderful, your youthful body, young virile cock." She whispered, gently groping his cum-filled balls while the other did its best to keep her weight distributed. "All those young girls are going to be flirting even more now, if just to beat Delphini." He moaned softly into her flesh, and she quickened just slightly. "Course Lupin will want you first, stake her claim, ravage you with her tainted cunt."
Her own words sent the woman into a frenzy, bouncing up and down until she finally came with a gasping moan and felt his own climax moments later, one deep in her womb and she thanked the little forethought she had given herself about what might transpire and the spells she had cast upon herself.
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