Kapitel 171: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Solution (Harry Potter)
A/N: Harry Potter and the Slytherin Solution was a commissioned story that ran for two parts back in February of 2020. It won't ever receive a continuation, so I'm posting it up now as a one-shot for people to enjoy!
Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly
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She'd been so sure that things would change after the war. With Voldemort's defeat, surely the Pureblood Ideology had to be laid to rest for good, right? Muggleborns everywhere would have to be acknowledged as equal to the wizards and witches who had been born into magical society and magical families. It was only fair.
But the world was hardly fair, as Hermione Granger had swiftly learned in her post-Hogwarts life. True, quite a few Purebloods had ended up going to prison for their service to Voldemort. But save for the scant exception such as Bellatrix Lestrange, almost all of those Pureblood Death Eaters… were men. Their wives hadn't been included, mostly, in the boys club that was Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Or so they'd been quick to claim. Though, the lack of Dark Marks had been enough proof for many, and in the end, most of the Pureblood witches had gotten off scot free as a result, which had in turn meant that their husbands' substantial estates had gone to them. Hermione had tried to lobby for reparations and restitution to be paid out of the Death Eaters' vaults for all the lives they'd taken and the suffering they'd caused to both Purebloods and Muggleborns… but people weren't having it.
That was probably her first clue, really. When even the people in the Wizengamot who hadn't turned out to be Death Eaters had voted down the bill forcing Death Eaters to pay for their crimes both financially and literally. They were happy to put anyone with a Dark Mark in Azkaban, but taking their money? Why, that might make it easier for anyone to claim Pureblood money, or something.
In the end, the magical world was still ruled by purebloods… it was just the Pureblood Witches who held the purse strings now, rather than the wizards. And Hermione was once again marginalized and treated like shit, just because of who and what she was. Of course, as she was frequently reminded, things were getting ever so slightly better.
After all, the thought of a muggleborn being hired to a position in the Ministry before Voldemort's Demise would have been ludicrous in the more recent climate within the wizarding world. Only with Voldemort's fall and the fall of all his Death Eaters was Hermione able to secure the position of a lowly temp to the Under-Assistant to the Secretary of Muggle Human Artifacts.
Yep, that was Hermione's current position in the Ministry. She was the lowest of the low, something that her bitch of a boss, Under-Assistant Daphne Greengrass, never failed to rub in her face.
"Granger."
And speak of the devil. Looking up from her work at the small desk she's been afforded, Hermione sees Daphne smirking wickedly, arms crossed under her chest in an obvious attempt to push up her breasts and create a seductive amount of cleavage. There's no one around for Greengrass to even seduce, but that doesn't stop the Slytherin Witch. She'd been the Ice Queen back at Hogwarts, but these days Hermione thought she was more of a temptress and a viper.
Still, she was Hermione's direct superior, as much as the brunette bookworm hated that fact. She can't bring herself to muster a smile, but she still gives Daphne her full attention as she responds in a respectful tone.
"Yes, Under-Assistant?"
Daphne's own wicked smirk just grows even more wicked as her eyes flash.
"I need a box picked up from Twilfitts. You'll get it for me, won't you?"
Hermione's nostrils flare at that. She knows for a fact that errand girl is not in her job description… but she also knows for a fact that her job description is vague enough that it doesn't really matter. Plus, Daphne has the power to fire her without cause at any time she likes. She hasn't yet, but Hermione figures that's only because she loves to torment her more than anything else in the whole wide world.
At the end of the day, the muggleborn witch doesn't have a choice.
"Of course, Under-Assistant. I'll get right on that."
Daphne's smirk widens further still.
"Good, chop-chop."
And with that the smarmy Pureblood is gone, leaving Hermione to grumble and rise from her desk reluctantly, more than a little irritated. It's not just the package that Daphne has her picking up though… it's also the place. The owners of Twilfitts are massive bigots, and she's not expecting things to go in any way smoothly. This 'simple errand' that Daphne is sending her on… just how much of her day is this going to eat up?
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Most of it, as it turns out. After several hours of having to confirm her credentials in numerous ways, after several hours of stonewalling as casual mentions of 'mudblood' and 'magic-stealing filth' are thrown around, Hermione is eventually able to secure her boss' package for her. But not before the sun has set and she's wasted her entire day on the damn errand that Daphne had forced upon her.
All Hermione wants to do is get back to the office, hand over the damn package, and get back to work. But of course, by the time she gets to Daphne's office door, it's locked and obviously the Under-Assistant has gone home for the day. Hermione resists the urge to pull at her hair and scream in unbridled frustration and rage. It's a close call, because she knows, KNOWS without a doubt that if she doesn't deliver it to her boss, she'll get shit.
No, more than that… is this Daphne's attempt at finally firing her? Yes, the Pureblood Witch COULD fire Hermione at any time, and she doesn't need a reason to do so, but it would likely still reflect poorly on her. Hermione would certainly raise a stink over it. So… was this Daphne trying to invent a reason? Did she think Hermione would leave the box outside of her office door unsecured or something?
No, she refused to let that bitch win. Jaw clenching in resolve, Hermione twirls around and exits the Ministry of Magic, package still in hand as she makes her way instead to Daphne's posh, fancy apartment on the upper-side of town. Once she gets there, the muggleborn witch wastes no time in knocking on the door somewhat harshly. She's just about to call out… when the door swings open from her violent knocking.
"Under-Assis-!"
Blinking in surprise, Hermione cuts herself off, staring at the open doorway. She doesn't immediately step inside though… that would be wrong, right? Was this another attempt at getting Hermione fired? Her curiosity ultimately gets the best of her. She figures at the very least, she can just give Daphne the damn package if the Pureblood catches her.
So, feeling a bit silly, Hermione slinks inside, looking around in silence, very much intrigued to see what the living abode of one Daphne Greengrass is like. It's as posh and pretentious as where the apartment is located, truth be told, and filled with the sort of things that only Pureblood gold could possibly have bought. Pressing her lips tightly together, Hermione pushes forward, foraging onward… until she reaches the bedroom.
Truth be told, she doesn't KNOW it's the bedroom until she enters it. It's the only closed door in the entire apartment though, and at this point she's in for a penny, in for a pound, right? What Hermione finds on the other side as the bedroom door creaks open on its hinges is more than a little shocking though.
There, laid out on the bed, sprawled and spread wide open, is her bitchy boss, naked and blindfolded and tied down to her bed, her wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts of the massive canopy bed. Daphne is also entirely shaved below the neck, Hermione notes absently, even as she finds herself stepping further inside, simply from sheer surprise. Her boss looks like the big-tittied whore that Hermione has always known her to be… but then Daphne opens her mouth and Hermione goes wide-eyed even further in surprise.
"Master? Pleeeease Master, please give me your cock! I need your big, fat cock! I-I'll even take your fingers! Just please, stick something inside my slutty Pureblood Pussy already!"
Hermione simply can't resist. Setting the package down on a nearby chair, the muggleborn witch moves over to the bed. She stares at Daphne's squirming, blindfolded form and a lecherous sort of grin spreads across her face as she reaches over and gives the Pureblood Bitch exactly what she asked for. Slipping two fingers up into Daphne's cunt, Hermione isn't all that surprised to find her sopping wet. It's still a bit of a shock when her bitchy boss acts like a needy, horny little slut in heat though.
"Yesss~ oooh, don't stop Master! Use your naughty little Pureblood cunt however you like!"
Hermione's breath hitches at that, and she licks her lips as she continues to saw her fingers in and out of her trapped boss' pussy. She's all too ready to go further, as she begins to lean over Daphne, breathing heavier and heavier. And then there are hands on her shoulders, pulling her back, and Hermione is whipped around to a rather startling sight… two Harry Potters, standing there side by side, utterly naked, their massive cocks hanging between their legs as they raise their eyebrows in unison at her.
Meanwhile, Hermione takes one look at the two Harrys and, brilliant witch that she is, immediately cottons on to what's going on here. Rather than addressing the fact that her best friend is completely naked with his cock exposed in front of her, Hermione finds herself addressing the fact that she's seeing double instead… mostly because it's the latter that actually breaks the law.
"H-Harry… are you using a time turner for sex?!"
The two Harrys look at each other and then back at her with matching grins on their faces as first one speaks, and then the other.
"Hermione…"
"… Are you trespassing right now?"
Hermione flushes at that particular reminder, biting back her immediate reply that the door was unlocked, and she had a package to deliver. She wouldn't have gotten a chance to get it out anyways, because Daphne is finally realizing what's happening, the blindfolded, bound bitch of a Pureblood hearing Hermione's voice and beginning to strain against her bindings.
"Granger?! Get the fuck out of here you filthy mudblood bitch! What the fuck do you think you're doing in my apartment?! I'll have you fired for this, Granger! I'll-!"
Smack! Daphne is abruptly cut off by one of the Harrys… Harry One, Hermione decided right then and there, walking over to the bed and slapping his massive cock, already beginning to grow stiff and hard, down onto Daphne's face. The blindfolded Pureblood bitch immediately quiets down at that, her breath hitching and her lips parting as her tongue snakes out of her mouth to greedily lick at Harry One's cock.
Harry Two, meanwhile, gives Hermione a wicked sort of smile.
"Greengrass' vitriol aside, you HAVE been a bad girl, Hermione. What are you going to do to make it better?"
… Truth be told, Hermione has never been more turned on in her life than this moment. Slowly, the muggleborn climbs back off the bed and stands up. Then, she begins to strip, carefully removing her clothes under the watchful eyes of both Harrys, even as Harry One grinds his cock and ball sack across a moaning Daphne's face while Harry Two merely strokes his member, a smile on his lips.
As she exposes her breasts and then her dripping wet cunt, Hermione fights back the urge to cover herself up, even as she blushes prettily.
"… Whatever it takes… Master."
Harry Two's smile grows nice and wide at Hermione's statement, and he gestures her over, even as he climbs onto the bed. Hermione crawls on after him, only to gasp in surprised pleasure when he grabs her by her hair somewhat roughly and drags her down to eye level with his and Daphne's crotches. There, Hermione gets a front row view to Harry feeding Daphne exactly what the bitch wants… his cock inside of her cunt.
Of course, even as Harry Two penetrates Daphne vaginally right before Hermione's eyes, Harry One is also inserting his own big fat member into the blindfolded Pureblood's mouth, slipping his cock past her willing lips and right down her throat then and there. As Daphne gags on Harry One's dick, her pussy clenches and squeezes down hard around Harry Two's, something Hermione can see quite clearly due to her close proximity.
"Are you just going to stare at it, Mione? Or are you going to apologize properly?"
Startling at Harry Two's words, Hermione flushes but does what she knows he wants her to do, letting her tongue slip out of her mouth and lick at Harry's pistoning prick and Daphne's clenching pussy lips and sensitive clit. As Harry fucks Daphne in both ends, Hermione laps and slurps at her boss' cunt and her best friend's cock, the two of them joined together.
This would be hell, if Daphne weren't in such a compromising position. This wasn't a loving romantic relationship between equals, whatever it was Harry and Daphne had. No, this was a relationship of domination, of control and power and conquest. She's somewhat shocked to find that Harry has it in him… but truth be told, after Voldemort's Demise, they had grown a little bit apart, hadn't they?
She remembered when Harry offered to let her come with him as he traveled all around the world. They'd gone together to Australia to retrieve her parents, though her father had stayed behind after it was revealed that he'd had an affair with another woman while they were both memory charmed. Her mother, finding out that her father would never have stayed loyal if they didn't have a daughter together, had filed for divorce.
Regardless, Hermione had ultimately denied Harry's offer so she could focus on her career. She'd swung back and forth between regretting that decision and sticking to her guns practically every day since, but Harry had gone all the same, without her. She hadn't even known he was back in town until now… until she'd stumbled across him dominating the likes of Daphne Greengrass with a time turner of all things.
Hermione is abruptly startled out of her thoughts by both Harrys suddenly cumming. Daphne chokes and gags on Harry One's seed, the white, hot ejaculate spilling out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as a result. Meanwhile, Harry Two's cock engorges and then spills forth its own load of jizz, some of which explodes out of the sides of Daphne's quim from sheer overflow. Not only is Harry extremely well-endowed, he seems to be exceptionally virile as well, his cum loads thick and viscous even as Hermione dutifully does her assigned task even now, slurping up what excess seed finds its way out of Daphne's quim right up until Harry pulls his cock out.
As soon as he pulls back, Hermione does the same, looking between the two Harry Potters with heavily lidded eyes. One of her hands is down betwixt her thighs and she's fingering her own sopping wet cunt quite aggressively at this point. The other comes up to her breasts, groping and squeezing them one after the other as she leans back a bit, kneeling there on the bid and exposing herself to them both in quite the lewd pose. All of her earlier embarrassment is past at this point, fleeting at most. She wants it… she wants him. She wants Harry to give her everything he's given Daphne, and to take everything he wants to take from her in return.
Chuckling a little at the wanton expression of need and desire on Hermione's face, Harry Two reaches out and grabs her by her hair, dragging her down to his cock and thrusting the messy length into her mouth. As Hermione willingly cleans him of his and Daphne's combined fluids, Harry One moves into position behind her… and brings an open palm down on her heart-shaped derriere.
SMACK!
Hermione's eyes widen and she lets out a muffled squeal around Harry Two's cock, but that doesn't stop Harry One from continuing to spank her, one after the other. As he delivers the spankings, Harry Two just smiles down at Hermione, even as her eyes tear up.
"That's a good girl… take your punishment. You know you were bad, so now you have to be taught better, don't you?"
Hermione just moans in the end, a muffled affirmative around Harry Two's cock as she sucks and slurps at it with all her heart. She was a bad girl, and while she would never have accepted this treatment from Daphne, she'd gladly take it from Harry. She'd take anything Harry was willing to give her at this point. She wanted him… she'd always wanted him.
Eventually, the punishment does come to an end, and the spankings stop. Hermione is drawn off of Harry's cock and upwards, even as he leans back a bit and lets her sit in his lap. Hermione's cunt lips spread open quite eagerly as his cockhead presses into her pussy, and slowly but surely, she sinks down onto his length, impaled on Harry's massive meat pillar.
A loud moan leaves Hermione's lips as she tosses her head back while at the same time wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. This in turn pushes her naked breasts up into his face, something that Harry Two wastes no time in taking advantage of, even as he thrusts up into her. His mouth closes around one nipple and then the other, and he greedily sucks at her tits. Meanwhile, his hands slide around to her backside, groping and squeezing and kneading at it for a little while. Hermione thinks he's just gripping at her ass to give him more leverage with which to fuck her from below faster… until he suddenly spreads her cheeks wide open and Harry One's cock presses against her sphincter.
Lubed up by Daphne's lips, tongue, and throat, Harry One's pecker pushes right into Hermione's backdoor, drawing a bit of a squeal from the witch, but not much more. As she's DP'd in both of her lower orifices by the two Harrys, Hermione's eyes begin to roll back in her head from the sheer pleasure, and she shakes and shudders atop both of their cocks as she takes them nice and deep inside of her.
She can feel them rubbing against one another through the thin wall that separates her two holes, she can feel them punching deeper and deeper inside of her. She's the meat of a Harry sandwich, but in truth it's the two of them that are bringing the real meat, stuffing her full of it in fact and leaving Hermione unable to do anything more than orgasm helplessly around their members again and again and again.
Eventually, the two Harrys cum inside of her. By the time they do so, Hermione is half-insensate, fucked into a bit of a pleasure coma by their big fat cocks taking her in a way no man has ever been able to. She regrets giving up her virginity and not saving it for Harry at this point, but he's certainly taken her anal virginity, and his cock has gotten deeper inside of her than any wizard before him, so at the end of the day, he's claimed her cunt for himself as well.
She's happy to let him, and even happier still to let him cum inside of her. Feeling his hot, white jizz coating the insides of her womb and bowels like it is… it sends Hermione through another explosive orgasm, one that has her eyes rolling up in her head, and her tongue lolling out of her mouth, and her entire body shaking and spasming until she finally comes back down from the heights of nirvana.
As the two Harrys pull out of Hermione, she knows there's only one thing she can do now. She wants to submit to Harry, yes… but she has no desire to be equal to Daphne Greengrass, that dumb bitch. Crawling her way over to the bound, blind-folded blonde, Hermione licks her lips… and plops her creampied cunt right down on Daphne's face.
As Daphne lets out a muffled squeal, Hermione grabs hold of her bitchy boss' hair and growls down at her.
"Lick it, cunt!"
She doesn't give Greengrass much of a choice in the matter, of course. Forcing her cum-filled pussy onto Daphne's mouth, she all but suffocates the Pureblood until Daphne finally begins to lick and lap and slurp at her pussy. Groaning, Hermione rides Daphne to kingdom cum, feeling the eyes of both Harrys on her.
There's no denying that Hermione earns a measure of respect by face sitting Daphne Greengrass and forcing the bitch to eat her twat out of all the delicious cream Harry Two deposited inside of it. But in the end, it hardly matters. While Hermione might have managed to differentiate herself from the Pureblood in a small way, ultimately, both girls get fucked hard by the two Harrys, once he's back in play and ready for more.
It's as she's getting fucked doggystyle from behind right beside Daphne that Hermione realizes the truth. As she's taken to pound town, she comes to a delicious, juicy revelation. Harry hadn't just traveled the world… he'd gone ahead and grown up. Instead of acting the part of the wizarding world's good little savior, Harry has gone dark in his time away.
And… Hermione can't bring herself to mind, all that much. In the end, perhaps this is the best solution for all of the problems of inequality plaguing the wizarding world. In the wake of Voldemort's Demise, the wizarding world had become a witch's world… but it was still under the control of the Purebloods. For Harry though, this was perfect. Hermione could see it now; she could see how he was going to dominate and control every Pureblood Bitch who dared to try to stand in his way.
It was a glorious sight to be sure, and she finds herself climaxing quite explosively to the vision of delicious conquest in her mind's eye. She moans and cums and thrusts her hips back into Harry's pistoning prick, all while Daphne is fucked the exact same way right beside her, the bindings and blindfold gone now, the two of them reduced to little more than witches getting fucked by a powerful, virile wizard.
Eventually, this results in them facing each other as the two Harrys continue to plow them each from behind. On their hands and knees, they find themselves staring into one another's face even as said faces contort in constant, honest pleasure, their moans lewd and their eyes hazy with lust and pleasure and happiness as they wiggle around on their respective Harrys' cocks.
But seeing another opportunity to put herself above Daphne in the pecking order, Hermione doesn't pass it up. Reaching out, even as she's moaning through Harry's cock pistoning in and out of her clenching quim, Hermione grabs a fistful of Daphne's hair, pulling Greengrass in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. She dominates the Pureblood Bitch quite easily, now that she knows just how much of a submissive slut Daphne is. Her tongue slides down the back of her bitchy boss' throat, and Daphne doesn't fight it, though her eyes flash with some indignation that Hermione Granger of all people is getting one up on her.
Once she's finished kissing Daphne, Hermione pulls back but keeps the grip on the Pureblood's hair tight as she stares into Daphne's eyes. They're both still being pounded from behind by their respective Harrys, but Hermione knows she has enough of her boss' attention at the moment that it doesn't really matter.
"You… hah, are… mm, g-going to get me a promotion to Under-Assistant, G-Greengrass. TOMORROW."
Daphne's face scrunches up in distaste at the thought, but Harry One, fucking her from behind even now, delivers a harsh slap to her ass in support of Hermione, causing the Pureblood bitch to gasp and cry out as she's rocked forward.
"F-Fine! I'll g-get you a promotion, I swear!"
Hermione just smiles, before a moment later her eyes are rolling up in her head and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth in sheer ecstasy, Daphne's own expression morphing to match hers as the two ahegao from Harry fucking them both silly. Hermione knew, deep down inside, that this was only the beginning. But she would do anything to make things up to Harry, and if she could advance within the Ministry, she could be of more use to him.
In the end… things were finally looking up…
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"Esteemed Witches… and Wizards of the Wizengamot! I come before you today to discuss the status of one Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to both House Potter and the Ancient House of Black!"
As Narcissa speaks to the Wizengamot, no one fails to notice the distinct pause between the first half of her address and the second. Nor do they fail to notice the disdain in the Pureblood Witch's voice when she tacks on 'and Wizards' as a bit of an afterthought. But even if they wanted to, the small male faction that still exists within the Wizengamot knows better than to raise a fuss.
At this point, the Wizengamot, for the first time in it's centuries-long existence, is a majority female. Not just a majority, but a supermajority. With so many Pureblood wizards having taken part in Voldemort's rise to power, as well as so many other wizards dying for NOT taking part in it… the only ones left to govern the Wizarding World, were in fact the Witches.
At least, of this generation anyways. But then, the magical world had always been slow to change. It wasn't like this generation was going to give up power to the next any time soon. As it so happened, that was the entire point of Narcissa Malfoy, Lady of House Malfoy, calling this Wizengamot meeting to order.
Harry James Potter had returned to England after several years abroad, having traveled to who knew what places, learning who knew what magic, only to return home now. They called him things like the Man-Who-Won and the Wizarding World's Savior, but every Pureblood Witch in the Wizengamot knew what he truly was. A threat to their new status.
Perhaps if he hadn't gone on his trip but had instead immediately delved into politics, the Pureblood Witches left behind after all of their husbands were either killed or incarcerated wouldn't have been able to sink their claws into the heart of the wizarding world and hold tightly to it. But he'd walked away from it all, and they'd gorged themselves on the power vacuum left behind by their husbands. Now, not a single one of them was truly willing to give it up.
Looking around the chamber, Narcissa just smiles.
"Now, of course, we all know we owe Harry Potter a great debt. Without him, our world might still very well be in turmoil, and death and horror might still be the daily menu. But of course, in the midst of saving us from the Dark Lord's tyranny, Mister Potter was never able to finish his last year at Hogwarts, nor was he able to sit his NEWTS. As such, by our own laws, I submit that a magical guardian be appointed to look over his interests for the time period of one year, at the end of which, he will be allowed to sit his NEWTS, and if he passes them, take his seat amongst this august body. Naturally, as a daughter of House Black, I believe I should be appointed as that magical guardian."
A year would be more than enough time for Narcissa to wrap the Potter brat around her finger. The gorgeous MILF might have been old enough to be his mother, but that didn't change the fact that her body had held up truly spectacularly, leaving her still quite beautiful, utterly fetching… and very, VERY desirable.
Narcissa knew this, and the Lady Malfoy was always eager to flaunt her figure, to seduce wizards into doing her bidding… especially now that her husband and son were both out of the picture. It really was too bad that Draco had received the Dark Mark before the Dark Lord's fall. If he hadn't, she could have kept him out of Azkaban. But… if he hadn't, she also would have been powerless, merely a Lord Malfoy's mother instead of a Lord Malfoy's wife… now, she was neither. She was Lady Malfoy, and she was in charge.
"Over my dead body!"
Startled out of her musings, Narcissa's good mood sours as she turns to regard the newest entrance into the Wizengamot. Her sister gazes back at her in muted anger, Andromeda Tonks standing there looking like a million galleons as well, a beautiful figure cut in her Minister of Magic robes.
"Minister Tonks… a pleasure to have you join us in the Wizengamot. We weren't informed you would be attending today…"
Andromeda Tonks' appointment to Minister of Magic had become such a thorn in Narcissa's side. But, at the end of the day, her sister was a Pureblood as well, even if she HAD married a muggleborn. It was just about the most that the Wizengamot was willing to allow, and Narcissa had been able to use Andromeda's marriage to Theodore Tonks to curtail the powers of the Minister's Office through legislation that HER Wizengamot had passed in order to… keep things in the hands of the worthy.
"Of course not, because you didn't bother informing me of the fact that you would be discussing my godson today."
Narcissa's spine goes ramrod straight at that, eyes widening slightly. This was new information for her, and she hated being blindsided.
"… Godson?"
Smirking like a cat that caught the canary, Andromeda pulls out a scroll and unrolls it, the magical writing transmitted to the seated members of the Wizengamot for their perusal.
"Before our cousin's untimely demise, Sirius Black named me as Harry's godmother. Given that we've posthumously exonerated Sirius of all his crimes, this document is legally binding. Which means, if anyone is going to watch over Harry while he prepares for his NEWTS, it should be me. The resources of the Minister's Office are at the Wizengamot's disposal in this instance."
Narcissa purses her lips together as murmuring fills the chamber. Andromeda has her dead to rights with this document, the magical signature is Sirius Black's, and the Wizengamot DID vote to fully exonerate her cousin of all his crimes years before. Narcissa herself had voted in favor of Sirius' posthumous exoneration. She'd wanted to vote no, because it was that exoneration that made Sirius' will naming Harry as his heir valid, but in the end, she'd known it was a losing battle.
She just hadn't expected it to come back to bite her in her heart-shaped derriere as it was now. Seeing the way, the Wizengamot was beginning to turn against her, seeing how Andromeda was going to get her way unless Narcissa did something drastic, the Lady Malfoy plays the last card in her hand.
"Perhaps we should ask Harry himself."
That quiets the Wizengamot, getting their attention and Andromeda's as well, Narcissa's words surprising just about everyone as she smiles prettily.
"After all, this is the Man-Who-Won we're talking about. Our laws might force us to see him complete his schooling before he can take his place amongst this august body… but is there no reason we can't allow him to choose who watches over him?"
In truth, it was a hail mary play of the worst sort… but at the same time, what did Narcissa have to lose? Yes, it was more than likely that Potter would choose Andromeda over her. After all, the other woman was his godmother, apparently. But… all Narcissa had to do was convince Harry that her attentions were… more worthwhile.
Oh yes, Narcissa was much, much more willing to go the extra mile than Andromeda was, and after years abroad, the young man that they were fighting over was likely very thirsty for British pussy. Narcissa would seduce the Boy-Who-Lived and once he named her as his magical guardian, she would be able to spend the next year making him into her creature, so that by the time Harry did take his place among the Wizengamot, he would be hers, wholly and utterly.
"… I agree. We should both talk to Harry directly."
Narcissa smiles, tuning out the murmuring from the Wizengamot as she looks at her perplexed sister. Clearly, Andromeda doesn't see a way for Narcissa to come out on top here. But then, that's not surprising… her older sister always did lack vision.
One shot, one opportunity… it was a slim chance, to be sure, but Narcissa was nothing if not ambitious.
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They meet, of course, at Grimmauld Place. It's both a comfortable and uncomfortable place for all three of them, at the end of the day. The Ancestral Home of House Black is filled with memories for the trio from different points in their lives, and it makes for a surprisingly stable neutral ground, so to speak. Of course, Kreacher is long gone, but Narcissa finds she can't really bring herself to miss the hateful, spiteful elf.
Instead, Harry has a new elf, one he apparently gained in his travels, and as they all sit down in the parlor, tea and biscuits is delivered to the table between them. Andromeda and Narcissa sit on one couch while Harry sits across from them on the other, looking at them both with an expression of innocent interest.
Judging by the look on his face, Narcissa is convinced that his time abroad didn't make the Potter boy that much more worldly. His countenance speaks to a young man who's traveled a lot… but not learned much in the realms that mattered, which is a relief to her truth be told, because it means he should be all the easier to mold.
Narcissa lets Andromeda go first, all too ready to pounce after her sister is finished.
"Harry, as you've been told, the Wizengamot cannot officially recognize your inheritance of your titles until after you've sat and passed your NEWTS. As you've never completed your Seventh Year at Hogwarts, we want to give you a year to prepare for them. During that time, you will need a magical guardian appointed to oversee your interests."
Harry slowly nods, taking this in, seemingly rather slowly. Narcissa takes the opportunity to lean forward a bit and press her tits together, showing off the low-cut of her dress and the expansive cleavage she currently has going on. She smiles slightly when Harry's eyes are drawn to her cleavage, zeroing in on her tits most hungrily. After a moment, Andromeda continues, not even noticing the silent exchange between her sister and her godson.
"As of right now, the two who have put their hats in the ring, so to speak, are myself and my sister. One of us would be assigned as your magical guardian for the next year, at the end of which you would pass your NEWTS and take your rightful place as the Lord of House Potter and House Black. We thought it best you be allowed to choose… so which of us will it be?"
It's obvious Andromeda is rushing this, expecting Harry to simply answer her and be done with it. But the entire time her sister has been monologuing, Narcissa has been silently working her wiles upon the innocent boy, giving him winks and grins, licking her ruby-red lips, stretching and posing ever so subtly at her sister's side without once drawing Andromeda's eyes. But she's definitely drawn Harry's, and he's unabashedly staring at her with obvious lust in his gaze, right up until Andromeda asks which of them, he wants as his guardian.
Then, he tears his eyes off of her and looks to his godmother, glancing between them both for a moment before leaning back into the couch with a smile, lacing his fingers together.
"Well… I guess I'd ask what you both have to offer me."
He says it with an innocent sort of cockiness, a boy trying to play at a grown-up game. It's almost adorable, really, and with her sister shocked by Harry not just automatically picking her, Narcissa is all too ready to capitalize, smoothly rising to her feet and slowly, seductively making her way around the table between them.
"I'm glad you asked, Harry. I won't deny that my husband and son both did you great wrongs in the past… but as you can see, I am not them. If I were, if I'd been in league with the Dark Lord, I would be rotting in a cell beside Lucius and Draco. All I want is to see the Wizarding World continue to recover from the Dark Lord's atrocities. All I want is to see you take your rightful place among us. In the meantime… House Malfoy can bring many resources to bear in order to make the next year… easier on you."
As she speaks, Narcissa circles around the back of the couch Harry is sat on, running her fingers along it until she hits Harry himself, her slender digits sliding along his shoulders. She takes hold of his shoulders from behind, massaging them, before she leans forward and speaks the last sentence in a sultry, soft whisper, running her hands across Harry's chest and pressing her tits into the back of his neck, nestling his head in her cleavage from behind.
"Cissy!"
Andromeda is finally catching on it would seem, given her shocked, affronted reaction to Narcissa's improper behavior. But the blonde Pureblood ignores her sister in favor of her prey, slowly turning Harry's head with a gentle hand on his cheek to look at her. Their lips are inches apart as she stares into his eyes, doing her level best to mesmerize him with her beauty.
"What do you say… Harry?"
He pauses for a moment, looking right back at her before giving his answer.
"I say… show me."
Narcissa blinks, slightly surprised by that, even as Harry develops quite the raunchy grin.
"You're offering a lot while at the same time offering very little, Miss Malfoy. Why don't you put your galleons where your mouth is, eh?"
Oh, this little imp. Still… it would certainly give her a leg up on her sister, wouldn't it?
"… Very well."
Keeping her smile plastered on her face, Narcissa makes her way back around Harry's couch, slipping between him and the table… and descending to her knees.
"Narcissa!"
Andromeda's horrified voice sounds out behind her, but once again Narcissa ignores her sister in favor of smiling up at Harry as she begins to work open his pants. The MILF knows what she wants, and she'll do whatever's necessary to get it. However, Narcissa doesn't miss Harry looking away from her, over the top of her head to Andromeda. His voice, suddenly far from boyish and innocent, is quite commanding as he speaks to his godmother.
"You can join her on your knees, if you want to convince me you'd be a better fit."
He manages to make it sound like both an order and a suggestion at the same time. Narcissa scoffs at the idea of her older sister debasing herself in such a way though, focusing instead on the task at hand. Andromeda would never-
Right as Narcissa is finally extracting Harry's cock from its confines, and marveling at his size, Andromeda hits the ground on her knees right beside her, startling the Pureblood blonde quite badly. Narcissa whips her head over to look at Andromeda, only to see a determined scowl on her sister's face as the Pureblood brunette reaches out and takes hold of Harry's cock as well.
Where was this new side of her sister coming from? Since when was Andromeda willing to slut it up like this? No matter, even if Andromeda was willing to try and play ball on her terms… that just meant Narcissa had complete control of this entire situation. After all, she was the seductress here. She was the one with the most sexual experience. She was-!
Narcissa's eyes widen as Harry suddenly puts a hand atop her head and forces her down his cock before she can even react. As the Pureblood witch begins to choke and gag on the truly magnificent half-blood member, Harry tosses his head back and groans in response.
"You've got a tight throat, Narcissa… better put to use suctioned down around my cock then making so much noise, I think."
This brat, when she got through with him… but as much as Narcissa wanted to think up ways of getting revenge for this casual debasement of her august personage, it was hard to do much thinking at all with a fat dick buried in her throat, filling her mouth, stretching her lips and her jaw both wide as her ruby red lipstick comes off along his cock-length.
Narcissa's only consolation prize is when Harry grabs Andromeda by the hair as well and drags the surprised MILF down below her sister's chin, shoving her face into his ball sack and making her suck and lick and lap at them. There's a surge of pride that fills Narcissa's chest at the fact that SHE gets to be the one to choke on the Savior of the Wizarding World's cock, while her sister is regulated to nut sack duty.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
"Mmmphgrghle!"
The two Pureblood MILFs are reduced to little more than playthings as they give him a double blowjob, as they're forced to service him. Narcissa's makeup and eyeshadow run through, even as her slobber and saliva, as well as a fair bit of precum, drool down onto Andromeda's face, making an utter mess of her sister, just as Harry is in turn making an utter mess of her.
Neither MILF came here today expecting this. Only Narcissa was ready for sexual acts to occur, but even she had no idea what a stud Harry had become. Even now, she doesn't realize how in over her head she truly is, even now she doesn't realize that she's the one way out of her league. As she gags, gurgles, and chokes on Harry's admittedly magnificent member, even now Narcissa is still planning on trying to turn things to her advantage, on convincing Harry to name HER as his magical guardian for the next year.
With a whole year of control over him, she would take her revenge on him over and over again, she would spend every day punishing him, while also enjoying his big fat cock. Yesss, she would enjoy his massive, thick shaft every single day, in a variety of different ways. She would be in control, she would in charge, she would-!
Narcissa's inner monologue is abruptly interrupted by Harry beginning to cum. He does so without warning, and with a distinct lack of regard for her, his seed exploding down her unprepared throat and ultimately coming back out the Pureblood blonde's nose and the sides of her mouth, utterly ruining her already half-ruined face as her neck bulges and her eyes nearly roll up in her head.
Harry is relentless in unloading down her throat, and only when he's completely done does, he pull back with a groan and a sigh, smiling down at her wickedly.
"Get up. Both of you. Stand up and bend over the coffee table."
As he speaks, he rises from the couch and kicks it back, standing there with his cock still fully erect and pointed at their faces. A glance towards her sister shows that Andromeda is in no better of a state than she is, and though Narcissa isn't willing to admit it about herself, she can clearly see that her MILF of a sister is cock-drunk. Andromeda and Narcissa rise to their feet at the same time and turn around as well in unison.
They bend over the coffee table together, sharing a glance and then averting their eyes in shame. Both are fully aware that they're allowing a young man old enough to be their son to boss them around… and neither will admit that they sort of like it. Narcissa shivers when Harry's hands fall upon her waist. She has to bite back a whimper as he begins to hike up her dress, as he just casually and callously exposes her lower half.
She doesn't fight it… after all, she still has to win. She can always turn the tables on Harry after he's proven foolish enough to name her his magical guardian. All she had to do is beat her prude of a sister in a battle of sex… easily done. Of course, when Harry's hands stop caressing her now naked hips for a moment and he moves over to expose Andromeda's ass and cunt as well, Narcissa begins to turn her head, to try and cajole her prey back over to her. Before she can fully look behind her, however, there's a sharp slap on her ass, one that sees her gasping in pain.
"Eyes forward. Mouth shut. Disobey, and there will be consequences."
Oooh, she was going to have so much fun breaking this brat, once he was hers. She was going to show him just how foolish he was to try and control her, to try and dominate her. Of course, in spite of Narcissa's inner monologue, her entire body is trembling as she obeys and keeps her eyes forward, her ruined face red under all of the cum dripping off of it. Her pussy clenches down around nothing at all as it drips in anticipation of the big fat cock about to fill it.
It's been far too long for the Pureblood seductress, to be quite honest. Beyond a few unsatisfying trysts here and there, Narcissa can't quite say the last time she had sex with a man who could actually bring her to climax. Hopefully, Harry could be taught, because that massive cock of his was certainly a good starting point.
But first, she had to entice him. Swaying her hips greedily, Narcissa does her best to pull his attention back to her without actually looking back at him. And, to her excitement, it seems to work, his hands falling back on her hips and then sliding to her heart-shaped ass. He grabs and squeezes her derriere, and Narcissa moans, half-heartfelt and half-acting as she tries to keep him focused on her above all else.
Andromeda is moaning too, the little tart, clearly trying to steal his attention away from her again, but to Narcissa's proud relief, it's not working. Harry's hands are still on her ass, still massaging her behind. And then his cock is hot-dogging her butt cheeks, and Narcissa is moaning all the more wantonly as she wiggles back against him.
Any moment now, he'll penetrate her. Any moment, he'll- suddenly, her ass cheeks are spread wide, and before the proud Malfoy Matriarch can properly realize what's about to happen, Harry's fat cock, nice and lubed up, is penetrating her asshole. Eyes going absurdly wide, Narcissa's mouth opens in a silent O scream for a moment, before ultimately the scream goes from silent to loud, her shriek filling the room… as Andromeda's shriek fills the room right alongside her.
Narcissa whips her head around, uncaring of punishment, clawing at the table beneath her as she prepares to give the Potter boy a piece of her mind. At the very least, she intends to protest that he's using the wrong hole! But the words never leave her lips. They die in her throat as she looks back to find that there's not one, but two Harry Potters behind her, one of them inserting his big fat cock into her anus, and the other doing the same to Andromeda.
Both of them see her looking. Both of them smile at her wickedly. And then both of them begin fucking her and her sister wildly, plowing their assholes in a way that neither Pureblood witch has ever experienced before. For all of her seductive techniques, for all that Narcissa Malfoy considers herself a sultry seductress of the highest order… she's never experienced anal before.
Neither MILF has, and it shows in the way they scream in pain at first, only to moan in pleasure mere minutes later. It helps that Harry knows what he's doing, of course. He fucks them both hard in their tight, virgin asses, taking them for the first time in a way that no man before him has, dominating them both in the only way they could truly be dominated. Neither MILF is in any position to fight back or resist, bent over the table as they are, their dresses flipped up over their waists and backs, their fat backsides and long pale legs completely exposed.
It's obvious that she misjudged Harry tremendously. But Narcissa doesn't really have the capacity to regret her decision anymore. She's too busy cumming her brains out from the brutal butt fucking that one of the two Harrys is giving her. The MILF's face has transformed from anything that's even slightly dignified, to her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. She looks like a wanton whore at the moment, albeit a finely dressed once.
Beside her, Andromeda isn't any better. The Minister of Magic also has a fucked silly expression on her face as the second Harry butt fucks her into oblivion as well. In the midst of their mutual breaking, the two Black sisters unconsciously reach out to each other across the table they're both bent over. Their hands find one another, and they interlock their fingers together, a silent reconciliation taking place between two witches who are beginning to realize that everything they were fighting over all this time… it pales in comparison to Harry Potter and his big fat cock.
He fucks them both silly, the blonde and brunette MILFs painting the table in front of them with their pussy juices as they climax time and time again from the analization they're both currently undergoing. When Harry finally cums again, when he finally paints their bowels with his seed, neither woman is still all there, instead reduced to little more than puddles of pleasured flesh. This is no more evident then in how they both collapse to their knees, laid out and sprawled across the coffee table, the moment that each Harry pulls his respective cock out of his respective MILF's ass and lets go of their hips.
As Narcissa and Andromeda recover from this new sexual awakening that both thought they were far too old to ever experience again, the two Harrys speak up, looming over them.
"Good girls. You did very well."
"Though, Narcissa did look back… that's going to have to be a punishment."
"As for my NEWTS and this magical guardianship… the guardianship won't be necessary. I don't need a year to prepare for those tests."
"I'll take my NEWTS next week and pass with flying colors."
"You'll set that up, Minister."
"And you, Lady Malfoy, will be the first of the Wizengamot to welcome me with open arms, won't you?"
Both MILFs can only nod and moan in agreement, each utterly broken by Harry's big fat cock. They know that if they want more of the same, they'll have to stay in his good graces… neither can live without him or his dick any longer. They would obey, they would make what Harry wanted happen… they would do absolutely anything to get another taste of his cock, be it in their mouths, their pussies, or their asses.
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