He woke up after what felt like the best sleep he'd experienced in some time. The first thing to meet his ears were wet slurping sounds, and he could feel the incredibly good feeling of his cock being worshipped and sucked. The next sensation he could feel was the delectable body of a buxom MILF pressed against his side, something Harry had become familiar with as of late.
He opened his eyes, finding himself staring at Narcissa's naked form wrapped in sheets. She smiled at him, her long blonde hair loose and messily falling down to her large breasts. "Good morning, my Lord."
"Cissy." Harry smiled, still waking up, before his gaze shifted down to the sheets, where the wet noises originated from.
Narcissa did the deed of removing the sheets, tossing them away and exposing his own naked body, but that wasn't all. Ms. Zabini was prone between his legs, holding herself up as her large breasts fell down beneath her to create a bountiful cleavage, all the while she sucked his morning wood.
The woman moaned as they looked down at her, continuing to piston up and down his penis as Harry got closer and closer to his morning release. A hand reached down and ran its long fingers through her hair, as Narcissa gripped Julia's scalp, and guided the woman deeper down his shaft as Harry groaned in pleasure.
Cissy moved then, bringing her lips to his own as Julia continually sucked and slobbered on his shaft. Harry didn't last much longer, and with a groan into Narcissa's mouth, he came.
It was one of his longest orgasms, as Harry let himself cum as Julia graciously drained his heavy balls. He knew that it would be some time till he saw the two of them again, and wanted to enjoy this moment.
"I think you two should do this every morning from now on." Harry said once he finished cumming, all the while Julia cleaned up his shaft while Narcissa rubbed his thigh soothingly.
His courtesan let out a happy laugh. "Me as well, and perhaps we will, once you're back at Grimmauld Place. Just think, the two of us will be waiting for your arrival eagerly in bed."
His cock jerked at the thought, and Julia gasped. Narcissa reached out and grabbed it with her hand then, and raised a seductive brow.
Harry smirked. "I guess I could go another round."
-
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Office of the Head of the Department
Ministry of Magic
Dear Harry,
I trust you're well and that things have been somewhat quieter on your end since we last met. I wanted to take a moment to thank you again for the time we spent together—it was a pleasant change from the usual business I'm involved in, and I very much enjoyed our conversation.
I've been thinking that perhaps we could meet again, if you're interested. However, I'm mindful of your privacy, especially given the attention you often attract. If you're open to it, I'd like to suggest a quiet location in Diagon Alley, one where we wouldn't be disturbed by prying eyes. Your comfort and discretion are important to me, and I'd rather our time together be uninterrupted.
Please feel free to suggest a time or place if you have any preferences, and I'd be happy to adjust to what works best for you. I look forward to hearing from you whenever you have a moment.
With kind regards,
Amelia Bones
Head of Magical Law Enforcement
Harry read over the letter with a fond smile, enjoying the way Amelia wrote out the letter in such a formal way. It was a thing that such a successful Witch like her would do, writing a letter to her boyfriend like she would to a coworker. While the woman could be a minx around him, he knew better than to expect the giggly blushing redhead all the time.
He sat with his normal friends at the Gryffindor table, eating breakfast as the group of them all prepared to go about their day. He had sneakily made his way back to the Gryffindor dorms only an hour ago, doing so under his invisibility cloak, and showered so no one would guess where he was the night before.
Or more specifically, What he spent the night doing.
"Now that's one stiff letter, mate." Ron remarked suddenly from his side.
Harry jerked, hastily pushing the letter into his robes as Ron stared at him oddly. "I didn't read it! I just saw the title and wondered why the Ministry would send you a letter. You're not in trouble or something, right?"
It was at this point Harry realized that Ron only saw the heading of the letter, and not that it was a love-letter. Thank Merlin for small mercies.
"No." Harry sighed.
"Well that's good." Ron noted.
"Then what was the letter about?" Hermoine asked.
He rubbed his neck. "It was a letter from the Madam Bones, nothing really important."
"I doubt anything Madam Bones sends out isn't important." Ron remarked with a frown, his eyes narrowing on where Harry was rubbing his neck. "Harry… is that a hickey?"
Hermoine's eyes seemed to widen at Ron's words, and Harry felt as if a bucket of ice water was poured on him. "W-What? No!"
He hastily moved his collar to cover it, remembering the mark that Ms. Zabini had left on him the night before in their rough lovemaking. But it was too late to hide it, as it seemed the entire Gryffindor table descended upon him to get the latest gossip surrounding Harry Potter.
"It is!" Neville nearly cheered from the side, letting out a laugh. "I saw it too!"
"Harry!" Hermoine hissed, looking murderous. "Who gave it to you?"
"N-No one." He answered quickly, a prominent blush erupting on his features.
"That's not an answer, tell me!" Hermoine demanded.
Everyone nearby stared at him as if he held some deep secret he was about to reveal, and Harry definitely wasn't going to reveal who he was seeing. It would take too long to explain my love life anyway!
And with that, he came to a conclusion, knowing that there was no way he could win an arguement against so many people, he made the wise decision to run away. So with that, he got up, and left. He could hear the group behind him heckling and demanding answers, but did his best to ignore them as he fled the Gryffindor table.
Harry soon stepped out of the Great Hall, his stomach twisted in worry over some of his love-life being exposed. He had barely taken a few steps into the corridor when a sharp, sickly sweet voice stopped him cold.
"Potter!"
He turned around, feeling his heart sink. Professor Umbridge was standing by the entrance to the Great Hall, her pink cardigan and prim bow making her look deceptively harmless—until you noticed the gleam of cruelty in her eyes. She had a clipboard tucked under her arm, the sign of another disciplinary action she was likely itching to enforce.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry replied, keeping his voice neutral, though he could feel the familiar irritation rising within him.
"I believe I've just witnessed some rather disrespectful behavior, coming from yourself." Umbridge began, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. She took a step toward him, her smile widening in that condescending way, like a toad ready to inhale a tasty fly. "You were quite rude to Mister Malfoy yesterday, weren't you, Potter?"
Well, I did fuck his Mum pretty hard last night. He almost retorted, but managed to bite his lip in time. "I'm afraid that I don't know what you mean-"
"There it is!" Umbridge interrupted triumphantly, her eyes lighting up as though she had caught him red-handed. "Disrespect toward a professor and refusal to accept responsibility! This is a very serious offense"
Harry's fists clenched at his sides, trying to keep his temper in check. "I didn't—"
"Detention, I think." Umbridge said smoothly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Tonight. I believe writing lines worked so well last time."
Harry's heart sank. Another detention meant another night of carving lines into his hand with that cursed quill. But before he could argue further, a cool, detached voice interrupted them.
"Professor Umbridge."
Harry turned to see Daphne approaching, her icy blue eyes locked on Umbridge. As usual, her expression was perfectly composed, the very picture of Pureblood aristocracy. It made him internally panic seeing her, and remembering their agreement to be as separate as possible while in school.
"Miss Greengrass," Umbridge said, her smile faltering for just a second. "This matter does not concern you."
Daphne stopped a few feet away, her gaze cool and piercing. "On the contrary, Professor, I believe it does." She shifted her attention briefly to Harry, her expression unreadable, before turning back to Umbridge. "I couldn't help but overhear that you were about to punish Potter for a supposed slight against Malfoy."
"Not supposed, Miss Greengrass." Umbridge said, her voice sharp. "Potter's behavior has been consistently unacceptable, and I—"
"Unacceptable, you say?" Daphne interrupted, her voice calm but cutting. "As far as I can tell, you seem to be chastising one of my classmates without any evidence, especially when it relates to a classmate that is known to harass him. If you're going to hand out detentions for that, you'll be very busy indeed."
Harry blinked, surprised at how smoothly Daphne turned the tables. Umbridge seemed caught off guard for a moment, her face twitching as she processed the subtle challenge. He couldn't exactly blame the woman, as he didn't expect her to intervene either.
"Miss Greengrass," Umbridge said slowly, trying to regain control, "I don't believe you understand how—"
"Oh, I understand perfectly well." Daphne cut in smoothly. "You're eager to punish Potter. And perhaps others might be too afraid to speak out, but I am not. If you want to continue singling out a student for a personal vendetta, Professor, you'll have to answer to the rest of the staff, as well as the Board of Governors. I'm sure they would be interested in hearing why Potter receives detentions for every minor infraction you can think up."
There was a long pause, the tension between the three of them thickening. Harry watched as Umbridge's face darkened with frustration. She clearly wasn't used to students speaking to her like this, and especially not one from Slytherin. Daphne's words had cut deeper than Harry expected, and he could see the battle going on in Umbridge's mind as she weighed her options.
"I'll take your… opinion under advisement, Miss Greengrass." Umbridge said through gritted teeth, her false smile stretched thin. "But do not think for a moment that I will tolerate insubordination."
Daphne didn't flinch. She held Umbridge's gaze with the same icy calm, her expression completely unmoved. "Of course, Professor. I wouldn't dream of it."
Umbridge hesitated for another second, then, clearly seeing no easy victory in this confrontation, turned on her heel and marched off, her heels clicking sharply against the stone floor.
Harry exhaled, feeling the weight lift off his chest. He looked at Daphne, who remained standing there, her cold expression not wavering as she watched Umbridge disappear down the corridor.
"Why did you do that?" Harry asked, genuinely bewildered.
Daphne finally turned to him, her ice-blue eyes meeting his. There was no warmth in her gaze, but there was also no hostility. "Because Umbridge is an idiot, and I have little patience for fools."
Harry blinked. "Still, you didn't have to—"
"I know, Harry." She cut in, her voice softer as her cold expression faded, it was replaced by the look of a weary girl. She subtly gestured to the side, and they both moved over to behind a nearby pillar. "I just hate watching that woman run roughshod over this school, and I especially dislike how no one is doing anything about it."
Harry sighed. "I know what you mean. Hopefully Cissy and Julia can do something about that woman."
"You spoke to them recently?"
He nodded. "I saw them in person last night."
"Oh." Daphne blinked, something entering her gaze as she looked at him. She moved closer to him suddenly, a seductive sway to her hips as she pushed her large breasts outwards. "Did they… take care of you? Do you want me to take care of you as well?"
She whispered the last words in his ear, her large breasts pushing against his side, as her palm went downwards to rest on his bulge. Harry gritted his teeth to contain his lust, knowing that now wasn't the time for him to enjoy his beautiful betrothed.
"Not now." Harry said, stopping her before she could go further. "But that doesn't mean we can't take this further some other time. And I do need to reward you for saving me from the toad."
Daphne giggled, and hit his shoulder playfully. "You prat."
The two headed off to their next class, all the while never seeing the angry French Veela who eavesdropped on their conversation.
-
The Astronomy Tower had always been her refuge, a place where the noise of the world below fell away, leaving only the comforting silence of the heavens above. Tonight, more than ever, she needed that quiet. The past year had weighed heavily on her mind—whispers of the Dark Lord's return, the tension surrounding Harry Potter, and the Triwizard Tournament's unexpected and tragic turn. Hogwarts felt different now, as though the very walls held their breath, waiting for something yet to come. But up here, with nothing but the stars for company, those thoughts seemed distant, inconsequential.
Aurora moved slowly, her black robes billowing softly behind her and concealing her mature form as she approached her telescope. The old brass instrument had been with her for years, an enduring companion in her nightly rituals. She ran her fingers over its smooth surface, polished by decades of use. It had been passed down from her predecessor, and every scratch and scuff felt like a connection to the past—a reminder of how many had stood in this same spot, gazing at the same stars. There was a certain comfort in that continuity, in knowing that the sky above remained unchanged while the world below spun into chaos.
The quiet creak of the telescope adjusting punctuated the stillness, but otherwise, the night was perfectly serene. Occasionally, a soft hoot from a distant owl or the faint rustling of leaves in the Forbidden Forest far below reached her ears, but up here, the world felt removed, suspended in a peaceful limbo. Hogwarts lay sprawled beneath her, a patchwork of towers and turrets silhouetted against the starry sky. Small glimmers of light flickered from the windows of the castle where the last students and professors were settling in for the night. The Black Lake shimmered like a pool of ink, reflecting the stars in its dark, murky waters.
She inhaled deeply, allowing the cool air to fill her lungs. The troubles of the day—rumors, meetings, brief flashes of unease, and the presence of that fat Toad calling her a professor, seemed to fade in the face of the endless night above. The stars were her constant companions, their quiet light offering comfort in a way few things could. Aurora had always felt a profound connection to them. As a child, she had often stayed up late, sneaking out to stare at the night sky with nothing but her imagination and a burning curiosity. That curiosity had led her here, to this tower, where she had made the study of the heavens her life's work.
The night stretched on, but time meant little to Aurora when she was up here. The stars seemed to pulse gently, as if in rhythm with her own heartbeat, their light washing over her like a lullaby. She could lose herself in this moment, and often did, forgetting the hours as she traced constellations and noted the slow, deliberate shifts of the night sky. The tower was her sanctuary, the one place where the troubles of the wizarding world couldn't reach her.
As the castle clock struck midnight with a soft chime, Aurora finally sighed, pulling herself away from the telescope. The night had been everything she needed—quiet, peaceful, a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was beauty in the world, if only one knew where to look. The stars would continue their silent vigil long after she returned to the interior of the castle, just as they had for millennia.
As she carefully descended the spiral staircase from the Astronomy Tower, the familiar sounds of Hogwarts settling into the night reached her ears. The soft fluttering of bats from the Owlery, the distant crackle of the lake's surface under the moonlight, and the occasional murmur of enchanted suits of armor shifting on their pedestals, all of which were the very familiar sounds that came from the old castle. She had intended to head straight back to her quarters to finish grading some essays on celestial navigation, but a movement on the castle grounds below caught her eye as she passed one of the narrow tower windows.
From her high vantage point, she spotted a figure crossing the shadowed lawn, moving swiftly but cautiously, the hem of their pale pink robes just visible in the faint moonlight. Dolores Umbridge. What is she up to?
Aurora paused, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. It wasn't unusual to see staff members walking about the castle grounds at night, as Aurora herself enjoyed late strolls, but something about Umbridge's hurried, almost furtive movements unsettled her. She wasn't headed toward Hagrid's hut or the greenhouse; her path was angled toward the Forbidden Forest.
A deep frown creased Aurora's brow. What possible business could the Ministry's meddlesome toad have in the Forbidden Forest at this hour?
Her instinct told her this was no innocent stroll. Umbridge had been nothing but a thorn in the side of the school since her arrival, wielding her authority like a blunt instrument, and Aurora had learned long ago that nothing about her actions was accidental.
She hesitated for only a moment before quietly slipping through the tower's door and down the staircase. She moved quickly but silently, her mind racing with different possibilities. Following Umbridge wasn't a decision she made lightly. Even as a professor, it was risky to be caught trailing a high-ranking Ministry official, especially one who had been looking for any excuse to discredit the rest of the staff. But something in her gut told her that this was important, that this night was more than just another of Umbridge's petty abuses of power.
By the time she reached the edge of the castle grounds, Umbridge had disappeared into the treeline. Aurora kept her distance, her dark robes blending easily into the shadows as she followed the faint rustling sounds of leaves and snapping twigs. The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, and Aurora's heart quickened as she crossed the threshold of trees. The forest, even at the best of times, was no place for casual wanderers. But tonight, it seemed to breathe with an unusual stillness, as though the very trees were holding their breath.
She moved swiftly but carefully, keeping Umbridge in her sights. The woman's movements were no longer as hasty now that she was under the cover of the forest. She was more deliberate, purposeful, as though she were headed to a predetermined meeting place. Aurora's mind raced with questions. Who would Umbridge be meeting out here, in the dead of night, far from the eyes of the castle? And why?
After what felt like an eternity of weaving through the dense trees, Aurora came to a halt, slipping behind a large oak just in time to see Umbridge stop in a small clearing ahead. Aurora crouched low, her breathing steady but her pulse quickening as she peered through the gaps in the foliage. The clearing was bathed in pale moonlight, casting an eerie glow over the scene.
From the shadows opposite, another figure emerged—tall, pale, with long platinum-blonde hair. Aurora's breath caught in her throat. Lucius Malfoy.
The two exchanged no pleasantries. Malfoy stepped forward, his long black cloak trailing over the grass as he moved with an air of arrogance, while Umbridge stiffened, clasping her hands together in front of her chest like a schoolgirl waiting for praise from her headmaster. There was a deference in her posture that sent a wave of disgust through Aurora.
Aurora pressed herself closer to the tree, straining to catch every word as the two began to speak.
"I don't have much time, Malfoy." Umbridge hissed, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper. "I must return to the castle soon. Dumbledore's lapdogs are always watching."
Malfoy's lip curled in a sneer. "Dumbledore's time at Hogwarts is coming to an end. The Ministry will see to that." He paced slowly, his gaze scanning the forest around them, though his confidence remained unshaken. "But there are still… complications. The boy, Potter, as long as he's under Dumbledore's protection, he remains a thorn in our side. The Dark Lord is… displeased."
Aurora's blood ran cold at the mention of Voldemort, and her grip tightened on the rough bark of the tree. She had suspected Umbridge was up to no good, but this—this was far worse than she had imagined. They weren't just talking about ousting Dumbledore; they were plotting against Harry Potter.
Umbridge straightened, a smug look creeping onto her face. "I've kept Potter in check this year. The boy knows better than to put one toe out of line around me."
Malfoy gave her a contemptuous look. "Not enough. The Dark Lord wants him, and he wants him soon. Your petty detentions won't lure Potter out of Dumbledore's reach, we need something more… persuasive."
Umbridge fidgeted slightly, her hands twisting the hem of her pink cardigan. "What exactly do you propose?"
Malfoy stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. "There are ways to manipulate the boy. He's reckless, impulsive. You, Dolores, will arrange something that forces his hand—an accident, perhaps. Something that will draw him out of the castle where he can be… dealt with."
Aurora's heart raced. She could barely breathe as the full weight of their conversation sank in. Lucius Malfoy wanted Harry Potter outside of Hogwarts' walls, away from Dumbledore's protection, vulnerable to whatever trap they planned to spring. And Umbridge—foolish, power-hungry Umbridge—was eager to help.
"I will see what can be done," Umbridge said, her voice dripping with ambition. "The boy is close to Granger and Weasley. Perhaps one of them could be... used."
Malfoy's smirk deepened. "Make it happen, and ensure that Dumbledore is discredited in the process. The Dark Lord has little patience for failure, and I am sure you will pay with no less than your life should you fail."
Umbridge shivered at the threat, and even Aurora felt a cold sweat run down her neck. It was well-known how ruthless and cruel the Dark Lord could be, and there was no doubt he would torture and even murder Umbridge should she fail.
The woman suddenly stiffened, a strange vindictive and evil glint entering her gaze. "I will not fail. Potter will fall for my trap, and I know which girl to use in order to draw him out of the castle."
Girl? She must mean Granger- her and Potter are close. Aurora felt a strange jealousy settle in at that thought, and shook it off. Why would I be jealous over Potter's girlfriend?
"Good." Lucius said. "See that you succeed."
With that, Lucius turned sharply on his heel and melted back into the shadows, leaving Umbridge standing alone in the moonlit clearing, her face tight with determination. Aurora watched her for a moment longer, her heart pounding in her chest, before slowly retreating into the shadows.