"Sirius are you… crying?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"No!" Sirius replied quickly, dabbing his eye with a handkerchief, only to receive disbieving glances from the table's occupants.
"I'm just so proud!" Sirius smiled. "To think you're dating Amelia Bones! Not even your father could get a date with her!"
"Err… thanks?" Harry awkwardly replied. "And we're not dating. At least, not yet."
"Still, going on a date with her is better than James could manage." Sirius suddenly smirked lecherously. "Tell me, does she still have those giant knockers?"
He made an inappropriate gesture with his hands, cupping them and holding them to his chest as if he was holding a large pair of breasts. Harry couldn't help but blush, and coughed before nodding.
Sirius burst into laughter, but suddenly stopped and winced. Narcissa stood beside him, glaring at him with her wand out. "You might find such remarks to be acceptable, but others do not, cousin."
"Geez, just trying to lighten the mood." Sirius complained. "Not all of us get to go on dates with bimbos all the time."
"Harry is going on a date with an older and successful witch, not some scarlet woman like you used to date." Narcissa glared from her seat right next to Julia at the table.
"Hey! I didn't date scarlet women!" Sirius replied, his gaze lowering to gaze upon Julia's generous cleavage as she was distracted buttering her toast. "Damn bitches."
Sirius clearly didn't mean to say those words out loud, and his eyes widened in horror. A red bolt flew under the table and collided with him, making him jump in pain.
"Care to repeat that?" Narcissa demanded, clearly being the one who cast the spell.
"Um… I said beautiful witches!" Sirius corrected.
"Good."
Harry snorted in amusement, looking over to his mistress who was unusually quiet. She seemed well rested, wearing a simple white buttoned top that somehow looked lewd on her busty form. Her makeup was perfectly done, and hair pulled back into ponytail. In his mind she looked very fuckable in that outfit, and it was clearly what she was going for.
His cock pulsed in his trousers, demanding he take his mistress, but he pushed his lust down. He needed to save up enough seed in case his date with Amelia went well, and couldn't be wasting unnecessary energy till that happened. Even then, he knew it was a matter of time till he took Ms. Zabini.
"Tell me, Julia, how have you settled in to your new room?" He asked curiously, letting his hand rest dominantly on her thick comfortable thigh under the table. It wouldn't be good for a Lord to forget about his Mistress, after all.
Julia bit her lip, squirming from arousal due to his touch. "I've settled in quite well, maybe you would like to visit me later?"
She batted her eyelashes at him, the suggestion in her words clear. It was obvious what she wanted, and for a moment he was tempted to take advantage of her offer. It would be nice to have those cocksucking lips of hers wrapped around his cock, his hand holding her ponytail as he thrusted his shaft down her throat.
"No, I'm afraid I can't." Harry replied, letting his hand sink deeper into her fleshy thigh. "Maybe after my date I'll visit you."
Julia quivered and nodded, clearly understanding what he was implying.
-
Narcissa and him arrived several blocks away from where he was going to meet up with Amelia for their date, and he recognized the area as being very close to Diagon Alley. They were on the muggle side, in London, as Amelia had strangely instructed him to meet at a specific alleyway.
The beautiful redhead had mentioned going to see a magical play, and a reserved seat for them to be in attendance. Harry didn't know much about Magical Plays, but Narcissa seemed to be informed well enough, and had prepared him accordingly.
"Madam Bones is likely meeting you by a private entrance to get to the play." Narcissa informed him, as he looked around at all the cars driving by. "The main entrance is in Diagon Alley, while the other entrances are on the muggle side."
"You've been here before?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Of course." Narcissa smiled. "Magical plays are always fun to watch. Yet I can't say I've seen Madam Bones at one before."
"Any last minute recommendations?" He asked, adjusting the formal robes he still thought looked ridiculous.
"Just be yourself, and remember to treat her like a woman."
"You best be going then." Harry replied, giving Narcissa a quick kiss before she apparated away.
He made his way down the nearby alley, the one Amelia instructed him to meet her at in her letter. It was oddly clean for an alleyway, and led directly to an unassuming steel door.
"I'm glad you showed up on time."
Harry turned, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. Amelia Bones faced him, wearing an elegant blue dress, one that complimented her position in wizarding society, but still showed off her beautiful form. Her red hair fell down in waves, as her eyes seemed to light up at the sight of him.
"Amelia, good to see you." He managed to get himself together, and he took her hand to give it the customary kiss. "You look beautiful."
"You don't look so bad yourself." Amelia gave him a once over.
"I thought we were going to the theater?" He asked, expecting some grand entrance and not a dingy alleyway door.
"We are going to the theater." Amelia replied. "Rather than take the front entrance, I took us through the back way in. I figured it would be more private, and I wouldn't be having some gossip rag come out if I was spotted here with a date."
He was already starting to like Amelia even more than before. "Not to mention if your date was me, of all people."
"Exactly." Amelia smiled, clearly glad he agreed with her reasoning. She stopped and looked at him strangely, as if studying him. "You know, I somewhat expected you to be upset."
"Why?"
"Most men like to show off their date." Amelia stopped right outside the entrance door. "It only seems like they want their date to be out in public, especially if it was me of all people they were with."
"Oh, I'm not that kind of person." Harry rubbed his hair awkwardly. "I didn't ask you out to boost my ego, if that's what you thought, I did so because I genuinely wanted to go on a date with you."
"Interesting." Amelia seemed to stare at him as if she was searching for deceit, she finally opened the door, revealing a lush sitting room that overlooked the rest of the audience and eventually, the stage. "Keep saying things like that, and you'll find yourself another date, Harry."
He couldn't help but feel his heart beat harder at her words, his cheeks heating up.
They settled into their own special box seat, being two comfy chairs that gave them a private view of the stage over the audience.
"I've been meaning to ask," Harry began as he settled into his seat. "How have you been since the attack?"
"Thank you for asking." Amelia replied from his side. "Things have been hard, but me and Susan managed to recover fine. The hardest thing has been having to restore our wardrobe, it seems half the time we spend together is spent shopping."
"I am sorry you lost your home." Harry comforted. "I should probably let you know where I'm staying now has extra space if you need somewhere to stay."
"Thanks for the offer, Harry, but usually couples move in after more than one date."
Harry coughed, his face going red in embarrassment, Amelia's polite laughter filling the background. "I didn't mean it like that!"
"I know, but it was still funny." Amelia smirked in mischief. "I do thank you for the offer, but me and Susan already have a place to stay. House Bones is fairly large, and we have more than one Manor in the countryside for us to stay in."
"Oh." Harry blinked, strangely realizing the woman he was sitting with was very successful and wealthy. The past few months had been so busy that he never really took the time to actually look at things from a different angle. Now that he thought of it, he was stupidly rich with all the Potter and Black fortunes at his back, along with Narcissa and Julia and the resources they brought to the table. And that wasn't even mentioning Daphne, and the obscene amounts of wealth her own family possessed. Looks like I won't have to worry about money.
-
The play was great, but for how much Harry enjoyed watching it, watching his beautiful date was much more enjoyable. Whether that meant staring at her flowing hair, perfect face, massive cleavage, or thick thighs, Harry enjoyed it all.
"I admit that I do have a busy schedule, and can't commit to a second date anytime soon." Amelia said after the play had ended.
"Maybe I'll get arrested to see you sooner." Harry joked.
She gently held a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, her big breasts bouncing with each laugh. "That was terrible."
They were taking things slow. And Harry was fine with it.
"I admit that I haven't been on many dates over the years, but this was definitely one of the better ones." Amelia admitted. "That said, I believe that there are some issues that need to be discussed going forward."
"Issues?" He asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Amelia replied seriously, her eyes locking with him. "You and I both know my position, Harry, and we both know that it cannot get out that we are seeing each other. That means I don't want you to talk about our relationship openly, for now."
"Fair enough."
"There is something else I want to discuss." Amelia replied, subtly pushing out her large breasts in a way that captivated him. "I am a woman in my prime, I have needs, ones that haven't ever been taken care of properly. I want this relationship to work out, and if things continue like they are, then I'll be happy to give you this body."
Amelia seemed to have so much self-confidence, an attractive sense of knowing just how beautiful she was, Harry couldn't help it, he hardened. His eyes looked down into the massive cleavage that Amelia had, no doubt having two of the biggest, roundest, plump, and most perfect breasts in the world. He eventually managed to tear his gaze away from the valley of cleavage, and stare into her smoky gaze.
"That said." Amelia continued. "I know that you have needs as well, and I did see it was Narcissa Malfoy who dropped you off earlier. Based on your interaction with her, I can only assume she is in a relationship with you."
He felt ice flood his veins at the mention of Narcissa, only for him to calm down. Clearly Amelia wasn't the type to use Narcissa against him.
"She's my courtesan." Harry replied, feeling embarrassed. "Sorry I didn't tell you about this earlier."
"You don't have to tell me now, it is well known to me the intricacies of Lordships and what comes with it." Amelia waved his concerns away. "But I don't want you sleeping around too much, especially not chasing every skirt that catches your eye at Hogwarts."
"I should probably tell you now that I have a Mistress as well." Harry told her, feeling awkward. "And Narcissa and I are… intimate. The same can sort of be said for my Mistress."
Amelia Bones bit her lip at his words, her legs squirming together in arousal. Although somewhat rare, it was traditional for a Lord to have a courtesan and a mistress, but it was especially surprising for Harry to have one. The typical Lord who had one would be a womanizer, the type of pigs she had dealt with over the course of her career. But Harry wasn't like that.
No, if anything Harry deserved to have a few women around that would tend to his needs. At least the poor boy could expend his frustrations on them for now. "You don't have to feel concerned, Harry, I'm not upset."
"You're not?"
"Of course not, it's as I said, we both have needs." Just wait till I take care of yours. "I am a busy woman, Harry, and I'm at the height of my career as the DMLE director. It's almost a relief that you've accumulated women to take care of your needs, as I might not be there all the time."
Harry seemed to redden in embarrassment, and Amelia herself felt herself warm up at the lewd subject. "It seems that this should be the time to end our date."
-
He apparated directly back to Grimmauld Place, appearing right before his bedroom door.
Amelia had been more than he possibly imagined she would be. A beautiful redhead bombshell that he could hardly take his eyes off throughout their date. She would be the perfect wife for him, powerful and beautiful, and able to take care of all his needs.
His massive shaft pulsed with his trousers, the excitement from their date having gotten to him. Harry would admit that he lusted after the redhead, that he wanted her, and also that he wanted their relationship to work out. It was everything about her that aroused him, from her beautiful buxom body that few men had ever seen, to her domineering but kind and attractive personality.
His eyes locked onto the small door next to his bedroom, the room that used to function as the old elf quarters, his trousers constraining his arousal by a mere thread at this point.
He needed relief, and he needed it now.
He bursted into Julia's room, his eyes locking onto his Mistress, and finding her ready for him, dressed in sexy black lingerie. It held up her massive breasts with an undersized black lace bra, black lace panties, along with a fancy garter belt and stockings that stretched over her fat arse and thick juicy thighs.
"H-Harry?" She stuttered, looking at him with shock at the suddenness at which he had entered her room. Her eyes shifted, going to the massive bulge in his trousers, and widened in shock.
Her room stunk of her arousal, her bed a mess, and the desk and mirror clearly having been used heavily as she prepared for his arrival. Clearly, Ms. Zabini had done nothing but pleasure herself and fix her appearance to perfection as she waited for him.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, his heart thudding with how loud it was beating, as both his balls felt heavy with seed. It was time for him to take her.