"Akar Valamit, holgyem?"
Nymphadora Tonks impersonating a woman in her fifties, tried to smile, which might have come up as a grimace. Sitting in a muggle bar in a Hungarian city whose name she could barely pronounce, she cursed the other members of her investigation team. Honestly, what the hell her senior Aurors were thinking, sending her here when she couldn't even speak a single word of Hungarian?
And why is the creepy owner of the bar asking her so many things?
The nervous Auror shook her head, her limp brown hair laying flat on her scalp.
"Semmi szep?"
She cringed. The toothless grin of the old man seemed especially lecherous. And his gaze fixed on her clothed breast left no doubt about the old man's intention.
Maybe she should have also shrunk her usual D-cups while selecting a plain old lady face.
Nymphadora was seriously contemplating fishing out her hidden wand and cursing his face permanently into a pig, when some movements from the corner of her eyes dragged her attention. Her mark was standing up from his seat, finished with his meal. She copied the man surreptitiously, dumping a few bills on the table.
She ignored the shouts of the perverted owner and dashed out of the establishment with a speed that a muggle woman of a similar age really shouldn't be able to. But she had better things to focus on than maintaining her cover. Especially as she could just choose a new face again if required.
She shuffled behind the bearded man, maintaining a dozen meters of distance at least. Though her effort to remain conspicuous was tested moments later when the man picked up his pace. The metamorph also lengthened her strides, wishing, praying that her usual clumsiness wouldn't come back at this inopportune moment.
The tall, shifty-looking man stood still outside an old junk shop for just a second before looking back over his shoulders. Her focused dull brown eyes met his alarmed black ones.
Motherfucker!
Nymphadora Tonks swore. Wand flashing from her holster. But before she could connect a stunner with his back, the man ran sideways, entering the dense foliage of overgrown trees.
No… no… Nooo!
She couldn't remain in this foreign country, chasing a British gang smuggling Hungarian horntail eggs for a single day more.
She was too talented, too overqualified for this shit job.
She should be lazing in her mother's house, fooling around with a young donkey dick to her heart's content, not traipsing through this shit, chasing shadows during her free days.
"Wait Up! You fucker!"
All pretenses of her stealth forgotten, Nymphadora Tonks ran behind the fleeing criminal. Wand spitting curses like mad.
Just wait, Amelia Bones. Just let me get back and Rita Skeeter will get an album full of your ugly mug amid a Knockturn Alley gangbang.
The morning sun was still yawning petulantly, its overarching glares muted by the layers of mist that blocked its journey to the massive manor. Small magical and mundane birds chirped around the vast ancient abode, trying to rouse the two females that resided inside. The solitary old elf, though, was too busy cooking up a storm, mixing pancake batter as if her life depended on it. She glanced periodically at the ovens to check the state of the muffins, as her young mistress loved snacking on the frosted delicacies first thing in the morning.
The middle-aged redheaded woman smiled in her teacup, quite accustomed to the similar morning ritual during her niece's summer holidays. Honestly, she was not unaware of the adulation that her old family elf held for Susan in her heart. And considering Susan was the last and the only heiress of the once grand and ancient bones family, that was quite expected.
"Good morning, Aunty!" chirped the girl she was just thinking about.
Amelia Bones's coppery brows raised at the unexpected arrival of her niece at this early in the morning.
"Hmm… Quite a surprise. Let me check if the sun has risen from the west today."
"Aunty!"
Amelia Bones laughed at the pout on her niece's face, her hardened features softening at the blush that colored the teenager's beautiful features. A smile of pride tugged her lips. The tiny, crying girl clinging to her parents' breathless body had come far from that helpless state, turning into a strong, independent witch that her brother would have been proud of. And beautiful to boot.
Extremely beautiful.
The problem was that her niece was also aware of her beauty.
As much as she portrayed a facade of too innocent of a maiden, Amelia, unfortunately, had enough wit as an experienced auror to differentiate an act apart from reality. And she could tell Susan had gotten her mother's deviousness that allowed Melinda to keep her Brother on a tight leash, completely smitten by the strawberry blond's willies. Add the famous Bones family trait with Melinda's cunning…
She almost felt sorry for the boys at Hogwarts.
"Aunty, Hannah asked me to spend the day with her in her house. Can I go? Please?" Susan pouted.
"And what exactly are your plans that you have to get there from early morning?"
"Hehe… Nothing. Nothing." Susan waved her hand innocently. "Just spending the day in their pool."
Amelia could say that was far from the entire truth, but she refrained from poking her nose too much into her niece's business, sure that Hannah's mother would keep an eye on them from becoming too rowdy.
"All right, dear. But before you go, can you write the names of the friends that you would like to invite to the weekend party?" Amelia pushed a parchment and quill toward her niece, whose eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected proposal.
"Now?"
Amelia nodded, sipping gently from her cup. "I would need to send them an invitation."
Heaping plates of pancakes, syrup, muffins, and other sweets appeared in front of them courtesy of their dedicated elf, who almost vibrated giddily at their appreciation of her wonderful cooking.
Well, she also salivated at the spreading of delicacies. Did she forget to mention that sweet tooth runs through the family?
Other things could wait.
Amelia inspected the names that her niece had scribbled on the parchment, brows furrowing at the unexpected number of boys that had gotten a place in there. Though the absence of one name took her by surprise.
"Susie…" Amelia cleared her throat, wondering how to put her thoughts into sentences. "Umm… I can't help but notice that one name is missing."
"Hmm?"
"Your boyfriend, Blaise's?"
"Oh! Well… you see—" Susan Bones fidgeted, looking like a deer caught in front of the headlight. "We aren't together anymore."
"But… but… when did this happen?" Amelia asked stupefied, staring at her niece's reddened face.
"He was an assho—I mean, he wasn't the kind, considerate guy that I previously thought."
Amelia could read between the lines and guess her niece's dissatisfaction, but what could have happened in the last few days that the girl who was smitten with the confident boy would be cursing him in her mind?
Amelia spanned her eyes on the list of names again. The disproportionate amount of fourth and fifth-year male students' names now actually made sense to her.
Her niece works quite fast, isn't she?
"I will send them an invitation, Susie. But if you change your mind—"
"Not happening, Auntie." Susan harrumphed.
'Something serious must have happened' That was the director of DMLE thought as she watched her willful niece flounce out, her red hair bouncing with her movements.
Well. This will need further introspection.
Amelia Bones picked up the quill, chewing her bottom lips worriedly. She would need to put some of her friends' names on the list as well. She put a few of her work colleagues' names before scrunching her eyes, trying to remember if she had forgotten about someone.
Of course. The Potters.
She quickly jolted her friend Lily's name before checking the list for her son's name.
Strange…
She would have thought her niece would put Harry's name on the list considering the number of male students that had gotten their place there, but for some reason, Susan seemed to have overlooked the Potter heir.
Shaking her head at Susan's idiosyncrasies, Amelia put Lily's son's name in the list before her hand stalled over the parchment.
There was only a single name remained that she could think of, but their previous encounter had soured the redhead's impression quite badly of her last remaining acquaintance.
Flashback
A knock on her door roused her from the funk that had settled over her mind, jerking her consciousness back to the present.
"Madam, there's someone here to see you…"
Amelia stared at her nervous secretary. Her raised eyebrow, famous for making hardened criminals sing like a canary too much for the recently graduated Hogwarts girl.
"Who?"
"Andromeda Tonks!" Her secretary whimpered.
Amelia sat up straight in her seat, the dismissal that she was about to announce loudly dying in her throat.
'What would Andi want, at this time?'
"Let her in."
Her secretary breathed a sigh of relief, closing the door silently, allowing Amelia to prepare herself for her confrontation with the beautiful eldest Black sister. Though they were friendly enough with each other, especially after Nymphadora joined the auror corps, Amelia couldn't think of a single reason that the infamous Black sister would visit her at this time of night. If Susan wasn't at her friend's house for a sleepover, she doubted she would even be present at her office at this time.
"Hello, Amelia."
Well, I guess I will know soon.
"Hello, there Mrs. Tonks. Your unannounced presence is certainly a surprise."
She purposefully looked at the grandfather clock to emphasize her point. But the smile on the beautiful brunette's face didn't diminish in the slightest at her effort of intimidation.
"Yeah… It's quite late, isn't it? That's why I will not beat around the bush this time. I just need a single favor from you and I will be out of your hair."
Amelia narrowed her eyes. That was quite unlike the woman that she had known for decades. Blacks possessed many traits, but straightforwardness was certainly not one of them.
"I want you to send Dora for a long mission out of this country."
Amelia barely kept herself from showing her reaction to the woman's proclamation. From what her favorite auror had complained about, her mother was unhappy with her absence from her home due to the hectic schedule of the last few months. Now that Nymphadora had a few days of break, her mother's sudden demand completely blew the experienced auror out of her mind.
Amelia Bones leaned forward in her seat, steepling her fingers together. "And why do you think I would agree with such an unreasonable demand from you? Regarding one of my favorite auror, no less."
"Well, considering I am her mother—"
"That's irrelevant here, Mrs. Tonks. I can't send my auror for a mission just because you asked for it." Amelia glared at the placid-looking estranged Black daughter. "If you would kindly see yourself out."
The redhead frowned as a devious smirk spread across the brunette's face.
"Hmm… All right then, Amelia. I hope Rita is still awake, you know. She would love to know about a certain prestigious lady's regular habit of sneaking into muggle nightclubs and—"
"Bitch, I told you that in confidence. And drunk!" Amelia shouted, glaring at the rising form of Mrs. Tonks.
"Oops! Sorry about that, Amy. You know, I always get what I want."
The head of the DMLE muttered threateningly, stewing in impotent anger.
"All right, you tart. Now get out of my sight."
A loud snap broke out Amelia from her mental ramblings. The quill was broken in half, splattering ink across her palm.
That humiliation in her office rankled the proud auror into something fierce. She gritted her teeth, searching for a proper plan for revenge.
Andromeda Tonks' sudden desire for her daughter's absence required a thorough investigation. And what better way than to invite her and grill her about it?
And knowing Andi's weakness for sweets and alcohol, she could already think of dozens of scenarios to extract information from the cunning woman.
Summoning a new quill, Amelia Bones quickly scribbled the name of Andromeda Tonks down the long list. A grin formed on her face just about thinking of getting even with the blackmailing woman.
Bones manor, before the start of the party
Susan Bones tiptoed outside her aunt's bedroom, ears peeled for any sound from the inside. She wished her aunt was like the other older witches, taking hours to get ready for any significant event. But no! Her Aunt had to be the most unwomanly woman in the entire wizarding Britain, only going for her bath when there was barely an hour remaining before the start of their yearly gathering. She loves her aunt, she really does. But some of her habits really made her mad.
What would be the point of the get-together if the wishes of the birthday girl remained unfulfilled? She shouldn't be too critical of her aunt, considering her birthday falls in October and it was only her aunt's love for her that made the untimely birthday party possible. Still, her carefully crafted plan to scout out future prospects would be for not without the special contraption resting inside her aunt's bedroom.
With her heart hammering inside her ribcage, Susan slowly pushed the bedroom door a fraction, breathing a sigh of relief at their unlocked state.
She really didn't have the time to overcome her aunt's magical methods of protection this time.
The sound of running water from the adjoined bathroom finally mellowed her elevated breathing a bit.
From her experience, the busty redhead knew her aunt liked to soak underwater for a long time, so with silent footfall she marched toward her destination.
Her steps halted. A sliver of curiosity reared its head. Susan frowned, seeing the light green robes resting on her aunt's enormous king-sized bed. Along with a black skimpy bra and knickers.
The Bones heiress picked up the bra gingerly, gritting her teeth as the cup size met her eyes. Even after growing so prodigiously for the last few years, it seemed she was still far from catching up with her aunt in the chest department. Susan chucked the garment aside before quickly picking it up from the floor, and placing it on the bed exactly as it was arranged before.
Susan moved around the vast bed, stopping in front of the bedside table that sat innocuously beside its head.
Please, please let it also be unlocked.
Staring backward at the closed bathroom door a final time, the young redheaded girl kneeled on her haunches and pulled the lever of the small shelf that was built under the table.
'Click'
Susan quickly rummaged inside the enchanted space, thanking Lady Morgana for her small mercies. Half a dozen of innocent-looking monocles sat beside some potion vials and old parchments. Almost letting out a shout of accomplishment, the Bones heiress quickly snatched one out of their resting place, before shutting the door of the shelf with a dull thump.
Her good luck for the day also seemed to have run its course as the sound of the shower also halted.
Shit!
Without even looking back to whether her aunt had already exited the bathroom, the young busty redhead ran from her aunt's bedroom, the monocle clutched tightly in her closed palm.
Susan Bones, still decked in a shirt and leggings, closed her bedroom door, which was just opposite her aunt's room with a loud thud, finally releasing the breath that was stuck in her lungs.
Now for the next part of my plan.
"Millie!"
The old Bones family house-elf appeared with a soft snap in her bedroom, smiling ear to ear about getting called by her favorite human.
"Young mistress…"
Susan fondly smiled at the excited elf, remembering all the times she had shielded her mischiefs from her aunt.
"Millie, I need your help—"
Tonks Household
Phlap! Phlap! Smack!
A wet, disgusting, and lewd sound rang throughout the Tonks' household's bathroom, christening the bath's virgin tiles with their first sex scenes. The problem was that the sex scene wasn't between the master and mistress of the house.
"Harry… We will be late for—Morgana right there… oomph!" The lady of the house was abruptly cut off as an eighteen-year-old young wizard shoved his tongue down her throat.
Harry grunted, the overhead shower water hiding the sweat that was pouring from the overexertion his muscles were doing. The busty brunette leaned back, her back resting on the wet tiles of the bathroom wall, while the young wizard heaved her ass well above the floor, carrying her entire weight on his forearms. The vulnerable position barred her complete front to the hungry wizard's eyes and as the norm for the last few days, Lily's son seemed to be taking full advantage of his good luck.
The massive veiny young cock that her womb had become extremely familiar with for the last couple of days ran riot inside her tender canal, her ecstatic gasps and cries silenced by the thick, demanding tongue of the young sex god.
The air bubbles trapped inside her red abused cunny were unable to escape the enormous girth of the veiny monster, creating a ridiculous sound that was making the prim and proper Mrs. Tonks blush like a boiled lobster.
The fatigue built up over the last hour finally forced the young and aroused Potter heir to dump the woman on the wet floor, forcing her to turn around so that he could go to town on her married hole.
"Harry… Baby… please, we need to get going to Amelia's—"
Rearing his hand backward, Harry planted a solid thwack on the wet rump of the mature woman, forcing Andromeda to brace her hands on the wet tiles while planting her feet firmly on the slimy floor, doing exactly the opposite of her sayings.
"Uh…huh… we will only visit your friend's house after I am done with this whore body of yours." Harry smacked another slap on the dump truck of a Black-daughter's ass. "Now bend over properly, Aunt Andi!"
Harry admired the way her ass cheeks wobbled and jostled like two ripe fruits, slowly turning red from their recent abuse.
Andromeda looked back over her shoulder, meeting the dark emerald eyes of the young man, biting her lips all the while. Her panting like a slut was so loud that Harry heard that even with the water splashing against the tiles.
Unable to help himself, Harry groped the fleshy mounds of her buttocks, enjoying her abundant ass-meat overflowing in his hands as he squeezed. He eased them apart, revealing her virgin rosebud to his sly emerald gaze. 'I have to conquer this before Mom comes back from her trip.'
Gazing down, her glistening vagina was shamelessly presented for the Potter heir, letting him know she was unquestionably his for the taking. Her married and sexually deprived snatch was dripping on her bathroom floor, wet enough that nobody could question her willingness to get fucked stupid by a guy young enough to be her son. Hell, even younger than that. While eager to fuck her ragged; he couldn't help but chuckle at her blatant desperation. He positioned himself for penetration; slowly sinking into her vagina, groaning as the desperate housewife's snug hole embraced his dick like a long-lost lover.
Just like their usual copulation, there was no such thing as loving or slow fucking when it came to rearranging the busty brunette's inside and as usual, the proud Black daughter's eyes rolled in their socket the first time Harry put his back into the thrust, filling the older woman almost to the brim. Andromeda's full body spasmed as her pussy walls struggled to accommodate more of the wizard's massive shaft, the veiny girth making her gasp out. "Morgana… oh… please stop…"
Harry's dangling balls made fleeting contact with the vibrating clitoris of the crying woman, swinging pendulously with the ferocity of his thrusts.
The Tonks matriarch bit her bottom lips as the familiar sensation of being filled by a throbbing bitchbreaker lit her nerves on fire again, letting out a brief yelp of pain as the wizard behind her adjusted his angle of thrust, bashing her bony cervix with that massive bell-end.
"Ooh… bastard… taking liberties with my body again. Men would have killed to be in your position."
Harry Potter gritted his teeth, jarring her voluptuous body with his next thrust, her humongous breasts almost colliding with the wet tiles by his ferocity.
"Just take my dick like the two-knut whore you are!" Harry took hold of the wet, curly tresses of the woman in his hands like a rein. "And stop yapping about your fucking pedigree."
Harry Potter let out a satisfied grin as her snug heat undulated around his pistoning shaft, messaging all around his massive length like a fucking expert. Despite being in her forties and the mother of that menace auror, her pussy muscles constricted around his thundering girth like a fucking virgin. Or that was his thought, considering he had only slept with married older ladies till now. But he didn't think any girl his age could please him better than the woman who was pushing her hips back shamelessly with his every thrust.
"F-Fuck…" The breathless gasp of the gorgeous woman titillated the young Potter even more. Harry laughed out loud as he ravaged the wife of another man, the last few days of constant sex with the outrageously curvy woman instilling into him confidence like never before. Harry doubted even if Mr. Tonks appeared in front of the rutting couple, he could have stopped his hips' motion. The Mrs. Tonks, the prestigious healer of St. Mungo was now just a whore, his fucktoy, taking his dick at his every whim. Nothing less.
And by the heaving of the humongous breasts of the horny woman, Harry was sure that she would agree with his assessment.
Andromeda Tonks took large gulps to soothe her dry throat. She almost cried in relief as her decade-long unused twat received its proper due from Lily's hung son. Her nails clawed the smooth tiles without purchase, her toes curled on the slippery floor as she began creaming on the bucking shaft.
Andromeda trembled and shook as she was ravaged by a man other than her husband in her own bathroom; easily topping the chart of the most erotic moment of her well-lived life. This was exactly what she had hoped after getting a glimpse of the young wizard that night. Even after the debauchery that both had indulged in for the last few days, the sensation of getting railed by the young wizard from behind while the showerhead sprinkled a pleasant stream of water over her perfectly sculptured body doused her in a new wave of arousal, easily one of the most degradable moment for the once proud housewife. The bizarre mix of guilt, pleasure, and pain warred inside her mind, emphasizing the immorality of the situation tenfold. Her cunt squirted around the manmeat without warning, saturating his pubis with a fresh dosage of fem-cum. In response, the young Potter picked up his pace and started railing the busty housewife mercilessly, nearly forcing the woman out of consciousness.
Harry pulled the woman's head forcefully, shoving his tongue inside her open, gasping mouth, initiating another sloppy wet kiss. Andromeda returned the smooch with vigor, surrendering her tongue, and bounced her fat, pale ass on his crotch. The young Potter disengaged his right hand from his grip on the woman's hair, directly honing for the huge juddering breasts, latching onto the undulating nipples. The sudden mauling of her sensitive, protruding nipples caused Andromeda to break off their lip-lock and cry out in rapture, voicing out her appreciation of the young wizard's fascination with her breasts.
Harry lowered his left hand from the brunette's hair, cocking it back and swatting the groaning woman's rear, making her abundance of ass-meat ripple like the pulses of a tsunami.
'Slap'
"Like that, you cheating witch?'
'Slap'
"You don't really care about your friend's party, do you?"
'Slap'
"You would rather stay here, taking my dick, isn't it?"
'Slap'
"Isn't it? You bitch!"
'THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!'
"Haarrryyyy……!" Andromeda Tonks hollered, her voice breaking as the air in her lungs escaped in a hurry to show their appreciation of his rough treatment. Her butt cheeks previously white as curdled milk reddened like the petals of a rose. Her now freed knockers resumed their wild swaying, enough to hypnotize any straight male with their parabolic journey. She barely stopped herself from latching onto her erect, red nubs. Unfortunately, both of her hands were too occupied to provide a sufficient grip on the wet tiles.
"P… please love… slow down… I will be limping throughout… " Harry brushed aside the busty woman's request. His lean, muscular frame rammed onto her quivering, supple body with downright vicious thrusts. The Potter scion speared into the eldest black sister mercilessly forcing her to scream out an ear-bursting scream from her healthy set of lungs.
Harry Potter increased his ferocity, if that was even possible, chasing to drown his mom's friend's fertile lands with his churning, overzealous dosage of swimmers. He pulverized her cunt like an untamed beast, nailing her cervix in his every thrust, bringing her along for an otherworldly climax. Andromeda Tonks sobbed out like a good-for-nothing crack whore, her pathetic desperation to reach nirvana showing by her act similar to a filthy money-grabbing courtesan. All the sexual frustration that she kept up contained for the entirety of her marriage, finally found an outlet. The pressure valve of her orgasmic volcano was on the verge of letting out its grandest yet explosion. An explosion that was about to change the life of the deviously cunning woman.
Her mouth opened in a silent 'O'. Her rational thoughts fled her brain as if the dreaded grim was hot in their tails, blanking her psyche completely like a dementor-kissed victim. Only mind-numbing bliss and an over-encompassing euphoria gripped the gorgeous brunette, her body moving on autopilot, wanting to preserve the intensity of her feelings for eternity.
Unfazed by her monstrous orgasm, Harry simply upped his ante. He felt her pussy juices splattering against his pelvis, running down his thighs and mixing with the water that flowed down their bodies. Andromeda's body turned limp, tongue hanging out from between her lips, completely fuck-drunk, sharp nails clawing over the wet walls for any kind of purchase. The busty brunette convulsed painfully in gratification, robbing her of every dignity that her upbringing as the heiress of the Black family installed into her. Or rather she relinquished happily in favor of regular dicking from the donkey-dicked wizard.
"Nearly there, Aunt Andromeda. Ready to get another dose of cream?" And for emphasis smacked her numb arse-cheeks for good measure.
Only a pitiful moan escaped the woman's mouth, and Harry, being the selfish, greedy bastard that he had become recently, only took that as a confirmation of getting bred by the young Potter bull. His massive, pistoning dick bucked like a misfiring wand on the verge of an apocalyptic explosion, thickening and broadening their already immense girth, distending the tired pussy lips of the milf to the extreme.
"Fuck!"
With a loud grunt, the overcooked nuts of the young Potter opened their floodgates, firing a deluge of thick, creamy wizard sauce directly into the unprotected womb of Andromeda Tonks. Harry kept grinding his hips against the groaning woman's arse, trying to push his firing dick as deep inside the busty woman as possible.
With heavy grunts the Potter heir funneled his entire scrotum's content, slowly extracting his still-hard penis from the insensate woman's body. A smirk formed on his lips as her pussy lips protested mightily about his manmeat's withdrawal, clinging to his veiny rod like a jilted lover.
Harry smacked a hearty slap on the woman's rump, forcing her petals out of their imitation of a Venus Fly Trap. Even though he withdrew his cock from Mrs. Tonks' pussy, the way the woman flopped bonelessly on the wet floor of the bathroom, someone might have mistaken that he had withdrawn the woman's vertebra itself.
A slightly tired Harry nudged the stupidly lying woman on the wet floor gently, snorting as the Tonks matriarch just mumbled and rolled over, tucking her legs inside as if protecting her vulnerable lower holes from a big bad monster.
Too late for that, bitch.
Harry Potter stood under the showerhead, cleaning himself from the evidence of his activities. If his mom's friend was too tired to attend the Bones family gathering, so be it. It hardly mattered to him.
Serves the slut right for always riling him up with her slutty outfits.
With a jaunty whistle, the Potter heir moved out of the humid bathroom. A small groan of alarm reached his ears from the slowly awakening mistress of the house.
Well, he has to get ready for the party then.
Alas, not every dream of his would get fulfilled, it seems.
Harry Potter, dressed in a smart jacket and trousers brought by his host, stared upward at the upper floor, especially in the direction of the master bedroom. He pulled out his wand and checked the time, grimacing as just ten minutes remained from their designated time of invitation.
And she was screaming about being late, huh? Harry almost snorted.
Well, he tried his hardest to make them as late as possible, he couldn't deny that.
And the charm that he just performed…
It's a good thing the houses on both sides here have such sizeable gaps. He hadn't been all that gentle after learning that her mother's friend was lying about that magic monitoring charm.
He tut-tutted. Almost on the verge of going upstairs and checking her status himself. As much as he moaned about visiting the Bones Manor and coming across his old flame for the first time after the disastrous Hogwarts years, the thought of going there as Andromeda Tonks' plus one sent a thrill of forbidden pleasure across his entire body. Even if everybody thought she was just taking him along for chaperoning, Harry wouldn't mind the thought.
"All right Harry, Let's go now. I don't like anyone questioning my punctuality."
Harry gaped as the lady of the house came down in her high heels. The purple dress that seemed like it was molded around the woman's body bared her left shoulder. The massive bulges that her enormous tits formed left a shadow on her abdomen, almost hiding that tiny toned belly of the married woman. Harry's eyes drank the tasteful cleavage that the dress produced. The vast milky white, unblemished skin of her décolletage, along with her swan-like neck, increased his blood pressure rapidly.
With her small amount of makeup, her long lashes emphasizing her purple eyes, and bright red lipstick pouting her dick-sucking lips to the extreme, the young wizard stumbled toward the fussing woman almost without conscious thought.
His eyes didn't remain idle even if his legs were following something besides his brain's direction, latching onto the flared ending of the dress, where a slit ran along the left side of her leg, showing long legs wrapped around black fishnets.
"Hopefully nobody will recognize my makeup over the bright red hickeys that you planted on my—" Andromeda gasped as she was suddenly feeling weightless, getting carried like a sack over the young wizard's shoulder. "Put me down now, you brat!"
Harry Potter did exactly that, dumping her ass on the kitchen table, ignoring her vehement protests.
"Harry, no! You can do whatever you want with me after coming back, but not—"
Harry shimmied down his trousers and boxers, dragging her dress above her abdomen by the slit already present. A tiny g-string greeted his eyes, slowly getting wet in the middle.
With a deliberate thump, Harry bashed his rock-hard and glaring cockhead exactly over her clothed pussy, mashing the pussy-lips roughly with its robustness.
"Oh, Merlin! Does it ever go limp?" Andromeda whined, her denials already turning into pleasured moans.
"In your presence? Never!"
The Potter scion followed his words by shoving the skimpy underwear aside, pushing his entire shaft in a single go, and groaning as the sopping wet heat of a willing pussy said hello to Harry Junior, again.
Andromeda Tonks put her stocking-clad calves behind the tight naked butt of the young wizard, egging him on his adventurous journey. Her head fell on the table with a thump, eyes rolling again in her head, tongue hanging out of her mouth, smudging her lipsticks all around her lips.
She really needs to look into a solicitor specializing in wizarding divorce. Or she might be tempted similarly, like her youngest sister, to arrange an accident for her dear husband.
Amelia Bones smiled tightly at the approaching Lady MacMillan, her signature monocle giving her the proper intimidation that allowed her to run the most important of British magical ministry. And that was as a witch in a completely misogynistic society.
"Madam Bones, delighted to be a part of this gathering." Amelia reciprocated the exaggerated curtsy by the pretentious woman, rolling her eyes inwardly.
"It's my pleasure that you could answer my invitation. Susan wanted Ernie to be present at her belated birthday party, you see."
Amelia wanted to convey her thoughts of 'You wasn't invited' more simply. But she feared she would have to spell it out for the woman to understand.
"Umm… where's Susan?" A timid young wizard's voice stopped their forced conversation.
"Ernie! Show some proper respect! That's Lady Bones you were just—" This time Amelia couldn't stop her eye roll in time. As if she wanted her niece's special day to be turned into a pureblood posturing event. One Ministry gala every year was too much already.
Though the young man's query actually caused a frown to form on her face. Susan had been cooped inside her bedroom for a long time now. She knew a teenager would care a lot more about her outer appearance than a witch her age, but still; it was almost more than fifteen minutes from the start of the party. Every guest invited was already present there.
Amelia narrowed her eyes behind her monocle, doing a mental count. Almost every guest invited was present there with the arrival of the MacMillans. Well, except three…
One she could understand. Considering she was currently in Switzerland. And wasn't that a surprise to know that her dear friend Lily was out of the country? Though the long, halting reply that she received from her fellow redhead made the director of DMLE even more uneasy about her last two guests. The knowledge that Lily entrusted her son's well-being to Andromeda Tonk's care ahead of her rankled her a bit. But considering in her absence during her work hours her niece and the young Potter would be completely unsupervised in their vast manor, she could grudgingly admit Lily's reasoning. As much as she hated the logic behind it.
But why would Andromeda want her own daughter out of her way for the time being that Lily's son remained in her care?
That seriously stumped the experienced investigator for a loop.
She would have waved off the two events as mere coincidence, but from her experiences dealing with the conniving bunch of that accursed family, she came to realize quite early, there was no such thing as coincidence.
Maybe she could separate the eldest Black sister from her husband and get her sufficiently drunk to get to the bottom of the iss—
"Hello there, Madam. Care for a spin with me on the dance floor."
A tall young wizard halted her careless wandering amid the young witches and wizards, literally planting his large physique in front of her way.
Amelia's eyebrows raised at the sheer audacity of the wizard, who couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than her niece.
"Pardon?"
"Well, I just thought the most beautiful woman here shouldn't be walking around with that large frown."
Amelia had to give the young man due credit for bravery. A reckless Gryffindor, no doubt.
She might have even been flattered by his compliment if it was not spoken while his eyes were glued to her chest.
Amelia grimaced. Even her extremely conservative robes had trouble concealing the curses that every Bones female seemed to carry in their blood. Curses, just because of the morons, like the young man standing in front of her.
But before she gave a fitting reply to the budding pervert, Amelia pushed the monocle lying flat on her nose a bit upward, while simultaneously pushing the hidden rune that turns the ordinary eye ware into something truly extraordinary.
She didn't think Mad-Eye would approve of her sneaky use of his special enchantment, but a single woman like her who barely had time to even sleep properly most days required a few hidden tricks to ease the seldom number of times she got the urge to quench her womanly desires.
Let's see if this guy is special enough to get a treat of his life from her.
The Buxom redhead spanned her eyes downward for just a second before scrunching her nose, a cruel smirk forming on her face.
"Mr—"
"McLaggen, Cormac McLaggen."
"I daresay, Mr. McLaggen, you just don't have the skills necessary for… what did you just say? Taking me for a spin."
"I—"
"Go, mingle with your friends, little boy." And to rub salt into the wound, Amelia pinched the cheek of the curly-haired young man, making him flush red at being treated like a baby.
Baby treatment for baby-di—
Amelia was grinning at the crestfallen expression of the young man when the ornate fireplace beside the congregated guests flared to life, the woman from her earlier thoughts stepped out of the fireplace regally, wearing a dress that might push young wizards like McLaggens into an epileptic seizure.
She was rushing to greet the brunette when her monocle-wearing eye caught a glimpse of the woman properly.
No fucking way…
She was just staring stupidly at the dressed-to-the-tee woman; when the fireplace spat out another tumbling figure. A dark-haired young man, whose hands the eldest Black sister clutched in her hands possessively.
Amelia's eyes grew a mind of her own. Even with the vehement protests that her brain blared inside her skull, her eyes continued their journey across the young wizard's body, stopping dead at his groin area.
Holy Mother of—
'Holy Mother of Fucking Merlin!'
Amelia whipped her head at the corner beside the fireplace where her niece hid behind a long curtain, clutching the hand of Millie, their house-elf, staring at the newcomers. While wearing her special monocle.
Morgana's cunt!