The pouring rain was all he could hear in the dark, pelting against his hidden form. Harry clutched the invisibility cloak tighter around him, using it to protect himself from the downpour as wind tried to sweep him away.
Hogwarts was different now. No longer was the castle the same open and welcoming home that he remembered, but the iron cage that refused to let him leave. He thought that his previous years and adventures in the castle were tough, but he would describe this current year with a different description.
Torture.
That's how he would he describe his experience at Hogwarts so far; pure torture. The castle no longer felt warm and welcoming, instead feeling cold and nasty. Much like last year, the school population seemed to hate him with a new vengeance, and his friends all seemed too occupied with other things to care about his own feelings. He was frustrated, to say the least, and he missed the warmth and comfort of Grimmauld Place, and above all he missed the comfort of his witches.
It was nice to see Daphne, but she and him both had a silent agreement to keep away from one another in public. As much as he loved his betrothed, the need to ensure her safety was more important than showing affection for one another in public. Harry didn't want Daphne to be harmed, especially with the other Slytherins being so close to Voldemort and Draco's Father.
But the real reason for his anger, above all, was Umbridge. The fat toad took every chance she had to go after him, doing her absolute best to get a rise out of him. Harry found it genuinely bewildering, originally wondering what he did to make her so angry with him.
But he soon figured out it was because of him saying Voldemort had returned. That was what everyone talked about these days, and Umbridge especially wanted to punish him over it. It was only Narcissa's pureblood training over the summer that prevented him from lashing out at the woman, as she had instilled the mental strength he needed to navigate complex social situations. And with a fat toad like Umbridge, Harry needed all the willpower possible to not fall into her traps.
He finally arrived at his destination, the Shrieking Shack, also known as the place that Narcissa had arranged for them to meet at. He pushed open the corroded wooden door and made his way in, slamming the door behind him before making his way up the rickety stairwell.
The Master bedroom of the shack was blocked off by a fancy wooden door with a golden doorknob, and he twisted it open and entered. The inside of the room he then found himself in had been masterfully transfigured, changed from the degraded mess of wood planks into a bedroom fit for a king.
Two witches, his Courtesan and his Mistress sat waiting for him by the fire, both clad in expensive lingerie. He felt his cock stir in his trousers at the sight, something no doubt any boy his age would dream about; being two MILFs ready to fuck.
"Harry!" Narcissa smiled and stood from her chair, gracefully making her way over to him. She kissed him longer than he expected her to, placing her hand against his chest intimately. When it ended they both looked into each others gaze, and he realized just how much he missed his courtesan the past few weeks.
"It warms my heart to see you, my love." Ms. Zabini added from the side, and he couldn't help but ogle her body. She dressed in a tight one-piece set of lingerie, the black fabric stretching but not nearly covering her large brown breasts, and emphasizing just how thick her child-bearing hips were.
She moved in and kissed him as well, doing so heatedly, and not nearly as properly and Lady-like as Cissy was. Not that Harry was complaining.
"Would you like for us to take care of you, my Lord?" Narcissa asked with a protruding lower lip. "You must be so… pent-up, and frustrated, from your time away from us?"
Narcissa and Julia stood next to each other then, resting their hands on each others' bum, and stared at him seductively. They were putting on a show, clearly something they had planned beforehand, and he was loving it. Harry felt his shaft becoming harder and harder within his trousers, and grit his teeth to contain his lust.
Julia approached him first, swaying her wide hips from side to side as she sauntered up to him. She rested a delicate finger on his chest, and slowly brought it up to his chin. "Our Lord works so tirelessly without us, perhaps he deserves a reward?"
She moved in closer as she spoke, whispering the last word seductively in his ear. She then moved, kissing down his jaw and chin as she descended on his neck -and then she struck. Her teeth latched on to the skin on his neck, sucking on it in a way that strangely felt good. She was giving him a hickey.
"Look at her, leaving her mark on you." Narcissa purred from the side, watching with a hand resting on her hip. "Are you just going to let her get away with that?"
Julia pulled away, a smug, arrogant smirk on her lips as she stared at him with a half-lidded gaze. "Well, my Lord, what are you going to do?"
The two minx's were playing with him, a strange game foreplay that left his mind spinning and his cock hardening. It was obvious they prepared this all in advance, a strange dance between his courtesan and his mistress, between Narcissa and her best friend. All of it served the purpose of pleasing him, and leading to this moment where he wanted nothing more than to take them both.
Harry moved, pushing Ms. Zabini so she was left bent over the bed. She moaned as he took control of her, manhandling the MILF so she laid flat against the bed with her arse pressed against his clothed thighs.
As he looked down at her, Harry couldn't help but think that her body looked like a tree from this angle. The two fat, large round cheeks of her big fat bum being the roots, narrowing and leading up her attractive back, and then to the long, straight black hair she obviously took good care of. The thick base of the tree being her fat arse, the trunk itself being her body, and the leaves at the top being her hair. It was a strange analogy, but Harry liked it.
A warm, busty, feminine form pressed up against him then, and he could smell her beautiful scent and feel her round breasts pushing against his back. Narcissa. She reached around, loosening his trousers and letting them fall to the floor, before gripping his girthy cock. She jerked it as if it was her own, as Julia turned her head to stare at them with wide eyes.
"That feels good, doesn't it, Harry?" Narcissa breathed heatedly against his ear, all the while she stroked his big cock. "Are you really going to let this bitch treat you like that? No. You're going to fuck her with this big beefy cock."
Harry let out a grown of pleasure. He had been waiting so long for this moment, when he could finally reunite with Julia and Cissy, but he had not been expecting this. He moved with Narcissa in a synchronized movement, pulling his hips back before living his shaft up with Julia's core. He went ahead and pushed the thin fabric protecting her womanhood to the side, as Narcissa lined his cock up with both of her hands.
Cissy pushed him with the first thrust, her big breasts staying pressed against him as she did it. The second thrust followed from there, and then the next, as the two witches moaned incoherently both in front of, and behind him. Meanwhile Harry found himself in a haze of lust, pumping his shaft in and out of Ms. Zabini as Narcissa egged him on with her lustful words.
"That's it, Harry. Use her. Show the bitch her place as your Mistress." Narcissa's breath felt hot against his ear. "Make sure she takes it. Fuck her. Use her. Break her!"
His thrusts only picked up with Narcissa's whispering, his lust increasing because of the woman's silver tongue. She really knew how to get him going, as Harry did his absolute best to break Julia in half.
"GAH! Ohh! My Lord it's so good! I'm yours! I'm yours to fuck! Fuck me! OHHH FFUUCCCK!!" Ms. Zabini wailed and shook beneath him, enjoying the hard fucking way too much.
He could feel his release coming, a heavy load that had kept him pent-up for weeks since Hogwarts began. His arms moved faster than before, pistoning his engorged shaft in and out of Julia's pussy, as slapping and squelching noises filled the Shrieking Shack. Narcissa panted behind him, moaning alongside them as they all seemed to find their release together.
With a roar of ecstasy he let himself go, slamming his thighs against Julia's big fat arse one more time as he yelled out in pleasure. But his mouth was consumed by another's, as Narcissa kissed him heatedly as he came inside her best friend. They made out while Cissy raked her fingers through his hair, as Harry's hands dug into Julia's big booty.
His jism felt like lava as it erupted from his shaft, his urethra feeling like a volcano as his seed burned and spread within his Mistress. Ms. Zabini gargled beneath him, as saliva poured from her mouth, speaking nonsensically as she seemed to be barely conscious. The woman was clearly out of it, but Harry was too busy snogging Narcissa to care.
At last he finally pulled out of her, placing Julia's buxom form on the bed as he laid down next to Narcissa. Harry found that he had a refractory period, and after blowing such a large load after so long really did a number on him.
"Just… give me a minute." Harry breathed heavily as he tried to recover from the double-team of both Narcissa and Julia.
"Don't worry, Harry, I wasn't expecting things to get so out of hand." Narcissa laid comfortably against his side. The blonde bombeshell allowed her curves to be on full display, pressing her body against his own. "To think you were able to put her in such a state after one round, it's a true sign of how powerful you are."
Her index finger traced suggestively along his thigh, before briefly coming into contact with his flaccid penis. It jerked at her touch, and Narcissa gasped before giggling.
"You're the best, Cissy." Harry smiled, genuinely enjoying the teasing. He sighed then, feeling like this might be the best night of his life, or at least the best night in weeks. And it was all because he fell in love with Cissy. "I love you."
Narcissa gasped, a vulnerability entering her gaze that was uncommon. "Harry I- I…"
"I love you." Harry said, staring at her. "I've never told anyone that before. But if this is what love is, then I love you."
"I love you too, Harry." A tear escaped Narcissa's left eye, and it fell down her face before she wiped it away. "I'm an older woman, Harry, not someone expecting the full love of a younger wizard."
"But it's true." Harry replied. "I don't care that you are older, I actually prefer older women. I love both you and Julia."
"T-Thank you." Julia said from the side, surprising them.
They both turned their heads to look down at Ms. Zabini, who finally seemed to be recovered from the insane fucking he gave her. "I might not be the best when it comes to these things, but I… I love you too, Harry. And I genuinely mean it."
Narcissa snorted, but seemed close to tears by how happy she was. "That's the best you'll get out of her when it comes to this. Or at least what she'll tell you to let you know you're not going to end up like her dead husbands."
"Hey!" Julia looked up at them petulantly, pouting cutely like a spoiled little girl. "Harry is much better than the likes of them!"
"Is that so?" Harry asked suddenly, causing the woman to freeze in her place. "Are you sure that I'm not just another one of your expendable lovers?"
"No!" Ms. Zabini froze, horror etched into her features as she desperately tried to think of something to prove her loyalty to Harry.
Maybe she could swear a unbreakable vow? She thought internally. Maybe let him bugger her? It was something none of her husbands had done before. Perhaps even find more women that he can claim and make them mistresses like her-
Laughter got her attention, and she looked up to see Harry and Narcissa staring at her amusedly. It became clear the two were messing with her. "Hey! You had me worrying for a minute."
"My apologies, I just couldn't resist." Harry said to the pouting black widow, before massaging her body with his right hand. It caused her to ease tension, and Julia purred like a cat as his touch soothed her.
"How are things at Hogwarts, Harry?" Narcissa asked.
Harry sighed, tempted to tell them things were 'fine' as he always did. But things weren't really fine, and he desperately wanted to talk to someone about it. He had confessed his love for Narcissa and Julia, and they had done the same, so surely I can share my feelings with them?
"Hogwarts is awful." Harry said finally, getting their attention. "And it's all because of that Umbridge woman."
Narcissa made a disgusted noise, clearly knowing who he was talking about, while Julia looked confused. "Who?"
"A wretched up-jumped Ministry stooge." Narcissa answered hotly, sounding genuinely angry just thinking about the woman. "She's nothing more than a bitter fat ugly toad who managed to slime her way into power. That woman doesn't know her place! And has cared little for the guardrails placed on our society and the Ministry for far too long."
"Morgana, what got into you?" Julia stared at her. "The last time I saw you this angry, was when Selina Avery stole your new acromantula-hair cloak."
"That was a nice coat." His older blonde lover retorted, before Narcissa seemed to withdraw and recollect herself. "But we need to do something about this woman before she gets out of hand."
"Easier said than done." Harry sighed. "It feels like that woman had already taken over the school. I'm starting to believe what you said about Dumbledore more and more, as the Headmaster seems too eager to let her have her way."
"Vile woman." Narcissa spat, before she examined him closely. "Has she gone after you?"
"She's tried to." Harry replied, remembering all the ways that the woman tried to bully him. She would often call him out in class, being very unsubtle as she framed him as some attention-seeking brat. He hadn't fallen for the bait, at least not yet, as it was Cissy's training over the summer that allowed him to remain composed and collected as the woman rained insults down on him.
"Then we need to get rid of her." Narcissa stated, her words having a darkness he hadn't heard before. "Especially if she's after you."
"I can take care of myself."
"We know that, Harry." Julia interrupted him. "But we are here to help you. And if Cissa is this worked up, then we might as well treat this woman as a threat. You just worry about school, and Narcissa and I will take care of her behind the scenes. Don't worry, we want to help you, and if this woman is really that bad, then we'll be doing everyone a favor by taking action against her."
Harry looked between the two witches, seeing nothing but resolve between them as they seemed dead-set on helping him. It was something he was coming to like.
"Fine." Harry sighed, giving in. He could feel himself finally hardening again, regaining his lust as he eyed Narcissa's sexy unfucked form. With a swift motion he grabbed Cissy and placed her on his lap, and she let out a delighted giggle. "This night is far from over."
"Good." Narcissa wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've needed good fucking since you left."
"You went decades without your husband touching you, and suddenly a few weeks without a man is too much to handle?" Ms. Zabini asked from the side. "Especially when we've been enjoying each others bodies every night?"
Narcissa's cheeks pinked. "B-Be quiet!"
Harry snorted, feeling himself get even harder at the thought of Narcissa and Julia playing with each other every night he had been gone.
Julia suddenly pulled out her wand, and with a flick of it Narcissa's panties disappeared. She gave Harry a wink, and he felt his cockhead line up perfectly with Cissy's perfect cunt. I must be the luckiest wizard alive.