A Flame Awakened Chapter 3 (Old Chapter Unlocked For All Patrons!) (Patreon)

Content Warnings: Threesome, Mating Press, Breast Play, Teasing, Cum Play, Creampie.

Daphne smirked and turned to face Padma. Things couldn’t have worked out better if she had planned them and that was good because it was the only thing keeping her from panicking.

“Hey, puppy,” Daphne whispered, doing her best to act sultry and pretend everything was normal. That she wasn’t naked, cum soaked, and crawling from one of her lovers to the other. Her heart pounded in her chest but she ignored the growing sense of dread and used a combination of muscle memory and Padma’s characteristic scent to guide her to the Ravenclaw.

She paused in front of the pillows and sat back on her haunches, groaning quietly as her heels dug into her soft bum. She gently swiped her eyelids with her fingers, cleaning off the cum before she opened her eyes and gazed at Padma through matted eyelashes.

Padma had used the time to sit up on the pillows she had been sleeping on. She stared at Daphne’s naked body shamelessly (they had always stopped short of undressing each other in their ‘explorations’), convinced that she was dreaming.

“What’s going on?” Padma asked with a breathless giggle. She snuck a look at Harry and her heart skipped a beat when she realized he was pantless, lying on his side, and watching them with a grin on his face. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“What gave it away?” Daphne asked softly, shifting slightly to give Padma and Harry an unobstructed view of each other.

“I mean…” Padma blushed and cleared her throat. “I’ve uh… I’ve had dreams with you two in them before but if this was a dream my head wouldn’t hurt.”

“Smart girl,” Daphne said fondly. “This is not a dream. I told you not to drink, puppy. You're a lightweight.”

“What’re you doing?!” Padma hissed, dropping her voice to a whisper.

“Trying to seduce the man we like into courting both of us,” Daphne whispered back. She chewed her lower lip, trying not to worry about the fact that she had no real plan or idea of what she was doing.

“I-is it working?”

“Well, puppy, I’m naked and soaked in his surprisingly delicious cum, what do you think?”

Padma giggled. “I thought you were coming up with a plan.”

“Yeah, well, mistakes were made. I’m a Pureblood heiress raised by traditional parents Pads. The best plan I could come up with involved walking up to him and explaining the benefits of fucking and marrying us,” Daphne hissed. “I have no idea what I’m doing! Do you think my etiquette tutor taught me how to suck cock? But I did it and now have no idea if he liked it or hated it because he’s just sitting back there and hasn’t said a word and maybe I ruined your chance with him,” Daphne rambled, breathing heavily.

Padma smiled and brushed past her, crawling over to Harry.

Daphne watched her leave with a frown. Was she trying to salvage her own chances for a relationship by cutting her out?

That’s not her, she reminded the petty, jealous voice in her head. Padma would never do that.

“Hi,” Padma whispered shyly, pausing in front of Harry. Her round cheeks were flushed and she couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips when her eyes flickered down to his crotch and she registered just how big he was. Her sister was prone to exaggerating about everything but there seemed to be one thing she hadn’t exaggerated enough.

“Hey, puppy.” Harry shot her a lazy smile. He was completely at peace for the first time in months and more than happy to see where this led.

Covens? Power? Binding others to him? It all sounded insane, but then, his entire life was insane.

At least this insanity brought him happiness.

“Daphne told you everything?” Padma asked, biting her lip nervously.

“She showed it to me.” Harry nodded to the pensieve behind them. “You don’t seem surprised. Or scared.”

“It’s you and Daphne.” Padma shrugged and shot him a radiant smile.

Harry’s breath hitched at the innocent beauty in front of him. Daphne had been right, although it would be many years before he’d admit that to her out loud. He’d taken the wrong sister to the Yule Ball.

“You’ll take care of me,” Padma continued. “And this is just a new thing, right? A new experience? I like those. They make life interesting.”

“That’s certainly one way of looking at it,” Harry murmured. He sat up and reached out to gently tuck a strand of sleek black hair behind Padma’s ear.

“Before we go any further I have to confess something.” Padma played with her hands, as she often did when she was nervous. “Look, Daph and I have fooled around with each other but neither of us really knows what we’re doing. Daphne is too prideful to ever admit that but I’m not. Daphne thinks you’ll never value her if she shows ‘weakness’ but I want you to make her just as happy as I know you’ll make me. Can you just take care of her, please?”

Padma glanced back at Daphne. The blonde Slytherin was staring at them, clearly wanting to know what they were talking about but respecting them enough to give them their privacy.

“You know, she made me promise I’d take care of you.”

“Oh,” Padma whispered, biting her lip to stop herself from smiling.

“Duty before self.”

“That’s how she was raised,” Padma admitted softly.

“We’ll take care of her, even when she pretends she doesn’t need us. And between you and me? I don’t exactly have an idea what I’m doing either.” Harry shot her a crooked grin that caused her heart to skip a beat.

“But you’ve dated Parv.” Padma frowned. “And Cho.”

“No offense to your sister but being her boyfriend was like being a show dog. And my relationship with Cho was one long funeral. I’m just as clueless about relationships as you or Daphne. We’ll learn together, hmm?” Harry stood, his heavy, half-erect cock swinging pendulously and nearly smacking Padma’s cheek. “Come on.”

Harry walked up to Daphne and sat down in front of her. Daphne stayed in place. She was kneeling, her back as straight as a rod and her hands folded in her lap. Despite being covered with his cum she looked proud and confident, completely masking any fear or nervousness she felt.

“We didn’t finish our negotiation, Miss Greengrass,” Harry whispered. He took her wrist and gently pulled her into his lap.

Daphne frowned, her mask slipping for a second and the worry she had been trying to hide shining through. She racked her brain trying to think of things Harry might want. “Is it the bride price? Look, I can pay Padma’s if it comes to that. My father will be happy to do it.” She directed the last part at Padma, who had crawled over and hugged Harry from behind.

She knew the Patils had suffered terribly during Grindlewald’s reign of terror. Two generations of hard work meant they lived comfortably but had nowhere near the amount of wealth needed to pay the bride price for a union with a Potter.

“I don’t want money,” Harry whispered, suddenly filled with confidence. Maybe it was the realization that two very beautiful girls desired him. Or perhaps it was knowing in his gut that Daphne and Padma could help him win. He didn’t know and he didn’t care. He liked the new version of him much better than the broody, angry man he had been nearly all year. “You’re mine. And I want partners, not possessions.”

Her pearls clinked as he gently wrapped his hand around her throat. “Be a good girl and listen when I speak, Miss Greengrass,” Harry hissed, his emerald eyes darkened with lust.

Daphne whimpered. The way he had called her a ‘good girl’, his voice possessive and full of authority set her loins on fire. She looked at him with big gray eyes, feeling like a very naughty girl who was being told to get ready for her punishment.

“Yes,” Daphne whispered, moaning softly as Harry’s free hand caressed her heavy breasts. “Sir,” she whispered after a second for good measure.

“What do you want?”

“I told you-”

“Love,” Padma cut Daphne off. She ignored her friend’s glare, disobeying her wishes for the first time since she had told her to stay away. “She wants love. She wants a partner. She wants someone who thinks her dreams are valid.”

“I can’t… I can’t have what I want.” Her voice was trembling. Daphne angrily wiped away the tears prickling the corners of her eyes. “I have to think about my family name. I have to protect you. I have to protect Tori!”

Harry instinctively increased the pressure around her throat, grounding her. “You think I can’t love you? Or that you can’t love me?”

“I don’t even know what love is,” Daphne said bitterly.

“I don’t either. We’ll learn, together.”

“This is the worst seduction ever,” Daphne said with a teary giggle.

“I’d say it’s going pretty great,” Harry murmured, his breath hitching as Padma timidly pushed her hand under his shirt.

“Remember your promise?” Daphne reluctantly pushed herself off his lap, immediately missing the pressure around her throat. “Padma first.”

“Uhm… could we… wait?” Padma squeaked. “It’s just… I imagined my first time in a proper bed.”

“The room can give us one.” Harry closed his eyes and wished for a nice, cozy bedroom as hard as he could. When he opened them the room hadn’t changed. “Or not.”

“What’d you wish for?” Daphne asked, frowning as she looked around at their unchanged surroundings.

“A nice bedroom.”

“I don’t think the room can change significantly while someone is inside and using it,” Padma murmured as she pulled away from Harry.

“So we go outside and wish for a bedroom? Let me just get my pants,” Harry muttered. He stood and walked over to where he had discarded his boxers and pants, quickly pulling them over his legs.

“Or we could wait? I don’t mind doing the whole courting-” His words died in his throat as he turned around to see that Daphne had pulled Padma into her lap.

Daphne had reluctantly swallowed the cum in her mouth right around the time she had crawled over to Padma. But she had a lot of it left on her face and had no intention of wasting even a single drop. In the time it took Harry to dress she had pulled Padma into her lap and cleaned her face with her fingers, popping the digits inside her mouth after every swipe to collect the cum on her tongue.

She had nearly swallowed it all when Harry suggested they wait and go ahead with a proper courtship instead. She was tired of doing things the ‘proper’ way. With a sudden burst of inspiration, she cupped Padma’s cheeks and pulled the girl in for a kiss.

Harry watched with wide eyes as Daphne pushed Padma onto the floor and climbed on top of her, their lips still locked together. She grabbed Padma’s wrists and pinned her hands above her head, not breaking eye contact with Harry for even a second as they snogged.

Padma moaned loudly and Daphne took advantage of her parted lips to share some of the cum she had collected. Daphne’s tongue pushed into the warm embrace of her mouth and coaxed hers into a playful duel.

They playfully swapped Harry’s seed with each other for what felt like an eternity, both ignoring their burning lungs and growing need for air. In the end, however, Daphne reluctantly pulled away, nipping at Padma’s lower lip as she did so.

Harry’s cock stirred back to life as he stared at their flushed and swollen lips, glistening with the cum coating them. A thin trickle of his seed still connected their lips and neither Daphne nor Padma seemed in any hurry to swallow or pull away far enough to break their connection.

“You said we’re already yours,” Daphne whispered after she finally swallowed, staring up at Harry through matted eyelashes. “Talk is cheap. Take us to your dorms and prove it,” she challenged. She pulled away from Padma and helped her to her feet.

Harry silently pulled his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag and draped it around the two girls. “Follow me,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t make a sound.”

“We’ll be good, daddy,” Daphne teased, wrapping her cloak around herself and Padma. They watched Harry secure the satchel around his shoulder before pulling out the Marauder’s Map. They silently followed him out of the Room of Requirement and into the dark seventh-floor corridor.

“I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good,” Harry murmured, unfolding the map.

“We’re counting on that,” Daphne whispered loud enough for Harry to hear.

Padma giggled and elbowed Daphne’s side, only to receive a grin in return. As they followed Harry down the hallway, she reached out and wiped the remaining tears from Daphne’s cheeks.

“Are you sure you want this?” Daphne whispered as they approached the painting of the Fat Lady.

“Do you?” Padma whispered back.

“I have to marry someone, Pads. I like Harry. A lot. More importantly, I trust him. I can’t think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with.”

“He’s very hot,” Padma said with a nervous giggle as they waited for the Fat Lady to wake up and let them in. Her fingers ghosted over her lips, her taste buds still tingling with the aftertaste of Harry’s cum.

“That he is,” Daphne agreed with a grin. She gently grasped Padma’s wrist and helped her through the portrait hole and into the empty common room. It was cold and dark and the fireplace held only glowing embers.

They turned right and followed Harry up the stairs and through the door he opened, walking with him to the very last bed in the room. All other beds had their curtains drawn but the girls still waited for Harry to pull the curtains around his bed before they dropped the cloak.

“We didn’t think this through. I don’t have silencing wards. I’ll borrow some from Dean tomorrow,” Harry muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from Daphne’s bare chest.

“I know how to cast privacy charms,” Daphne murmured as she pulled out her wand from her skirt. “It’s one of the earliest things you learn if you want to survive in Slytherin.” She walked around the space, charming the curtains to make sure nobody could pull them open from the outside before casting a basic privacy charm.

“Done,” she murmured, turning to face Harry and Padma. When she realized they were both staring at her, she blushed and wrapped her arms around herself in a useless attempt to cover her large breasts. “What now?” she asked, shivering with anticipation.

It was their belief in him, Harry realized. That was the source of his newfound confidence. They thought he could lead and he had every intention of living up to their expectations.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped his hand around Padma’s wrist, pulling her onto his lap before she could react. His feet locked around her ankles and pulled her legs apart.

“Do you want to watch me fuck this little cutie?” Harry whispered. His free hand shifted to Padma’s blouse and began to slowly unbutton it.

Daphne bit her lip and nodded, breathing heavily. She took an involuntary step towards the bed, slowly unwrapping her arms from around her chest. She was his. They were his. And if he wanted a show, she’d give them a show. She balanced herself on her toes like a graceful ballerina and every step she took caused her creamy mounds to sway.

“Take off your skirt,” Harry ordered.

Daphne’s fingers scrambled to obey before her mind had even registered the command. She pushed her skirt and panties down her legs and stepped out of them, resisting the urge to cover her bare mound.

“Kneel.”

Padma could only watch with wide eyes as Daphne gracefully sank to her knees in front of them. Daphne’s fingers dug into the waistband of her skirt and she began to help Harry undress her.

Her skirt and blouse were the first items to go but Harry stopped Daphne from pulling her practical white cotton panties down her legs.

“With your teeth,” Harry ordered softly.

Daphne nodded and gently grabbed Padma’s thighs for leverage before she leaned in and bit down on the waistband of her panties. Harry raised her off his lap to help Daphne tug them down her legs.

Daphne made sure to keep her eyes locked with the couple, watching as Harry undid the clasp of Padma’s matching bra. He tugged the straps down her arms, pulling the garment away from Padma’s chest and tossing it to the floor.

“Oh gods,” Padma moaned softly as her heavy breasts bounced free. Her areolas, although smaller than Daphne's, were a vibrant and gorgeous dark brown and were crowned by two rapidly stiffening brown nubs.

Daphne tugged the panties free and dropped them to the floor before leaning in and kissing Padma’s damp core. Her tongue teased the wet petals guarding Padma’s virgin pussy, drawing out a needy moan from the Ravenclaw’s lips.

“Where do you want me?” Daphne asked, turning slightly to place a loving kiss on Harry’s leg. He was the only one who was still dressed, although if she had anything to say about it, that wouldn’t be the case for too long.

“The bed. Back against the headboard,” Harry whispered. He turned and laid Padma on her back. He pulled away slightly, his fingers trembling with excitement as he began to quickly unbutton his shirt.

Daphne climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard before pulling Padma’s head into her lap. She gave the shy girl a reassuring smile before leaning over and grabbing one ankle after another, bending her legs at the waist and pulling them up to her head. She made Padma wrap her arms around her knees, locking her in a mating press just like the one she had read about in her most recent novel.

Like most Pureblood girls, imagination and novels written by R. James had been her best friends when it came to matters of the heart and of the body.

“Comfy?” Daphne asked, biting her lip as she watched Harry undress. He was lean, with well-defined but not overly prominent muscles.

“Mhm.” Padma’s eyes widened as Harry crawled up the bed and loomed over her. She frowned slightly as she took in the pale scars crisscrossing his tanned chest. “So many scars,” she whispered, shifting slightly so her hips were angled and he had a clear view of her dripping pussy. From her position, she couldn’t see anything below his chest but a shiver ran down her spine as his shaft brushed against her thighs.

“One day you’ll tell us the story behind each one,” Daphne murmured.

“One day,” Harry promised. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and guided his tip to Padma’s weeping slit, keeping his gaze on her face to check for any signs of hesitation or discomfort.

Padma’s eyes were glazed, the girl sandwiched between her two lovers and in her own version of heaven. Daphne reached out and pushed two fingers into her slit, scissoring them to push her lips apart and reveal her pink core to Harry.

“All yours. The perfect flower,” Daphne cooed. She gently pinched a nipple with her free hand, rolling the rapidly stiffening nub between her fingers.

Harry groaned as he slowly pushed inside Padma. She was unbelievably tight, his thick girth slowly stretching her fluttering walls as he pushed deeper inside her.

“H-aaary!” Padma shrieked, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Harry took her flower with one firm thrust, pushing past her hymen and burying himself deep inside her. It took a minute but the stinging soon subsided to a pleasant ache and Padma opened her eyes. Harry was towering over her, his lips locked with Daphne’s. Even as they snogged he pushed deeper inside her aching core. Her current position meant she could feel him right in her belly, every tiny movement causing his tip to brush against her G-spot and drawing a wanton moan from her lips.

Harry began to rock in and out of her, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. He pulled away for air, his chest heaving. His gaze shifted from Daphne to Padma and he nearly exploded at the sight of the brown goddess underneath him. Padma was looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, her blood-red lips parted in a low, continuous moan. The force of his thrusts causes her heavy breasts to bounce up and down hypnotically. Every few seconds Daphne would pinch and twist her nipple, sending a jolt of pain racing up her spine.

“Harder!” Daphne urged. Her fingers shifted, moving to Padma’s clit. She massaged the sensitive nub for a few seconds before pinching it without warning.

“DAPHNE!” Padma squealed, her vision darkening.

“Harder!”

Harry roared and pistoned in and out of Padma’s slick core. His balls tightened and he knew was fighting a losing battle to stay in control.

Padma was the first to tumble over the edge. The coil of tension tightening in her belly exploded without warning. “I… GONNA…” she screamed as her walls clamped down around Harry’s shaft in a vice-like grip. She passed out, her mind overloaded with the sensations coursing through her body.

Harry kept thrusting for as long as he could. When he finally lost control he pushed deep inside her one last time, his roar drowned out by Daphne’s lips as she leaned in for a kiss the exact moment he erupted inside Padma. He stayed sheathed inside her, his throbbing manhood filling her up with his seed.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, both Harry and Daphne trying to catch their breath and regain enough strength to move. Harry finally pulled out of Padma, chuckling at her needy whine when he did so. He gently laid her down on the free side of the bed, unable to tear his gaze away from her gaping pussy or the trickle of his seed leaking out of it.

Daphne waited for Harry to settle down in the middle of the bed before she crawled down to his waist. She bent and swallowed as much of his softening cock as she could. She swirled her tongue around his length, lapping up the tangy pussy juices coating his skin.

Her task accomplished, she turned to face him with a grin, her lips glistening with Padma’s arousal. She blew him a kiss before she clambered out of bed, her tired mind struggling to locate her clothes.

“What’re you doing?”

“Trying to find my clothes so I can go to bed.”

“You… you don’t want to sleep with us?”

Daphne looked up and blinked in confusion, stunned into silence. “You… you’re okay with me sleeping with you?”

“I’d like that. Unless you don’t want to. I won’t force you.”

“Uh…” Her parents shared a bed, but she knew they were the exception, not the rule. “Pureblood wives don’t generally share a bed with their husbands. Or, you know, husband-to-be.”

“Do Pureblood wives generally do what you just did?”

“…No,” Daphne admitted. “Do you really want me to sleep with you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Daphne whispered shyly. She climbed back into bed and snuggled into his side, closing her eyes and sighing happily as he pulled the blanket over them. “Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, Daphne.”

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Harry woke up the next morning in his own bed, half-convinced everything that had happened the night before was just a pleasant dream.

As far as dreams go, Harry thought with a lazy smile, that’s one hell of an improvement over my usual ones.

He was broken free from his thoughts by Daphne’s quiet, adorable snore. The naked Slytherin pressed into his side and draped her arm over his bare chest.

Fuck. Not a dream.

He blindly patted his nightstand until he found his glasses. He pushed them onto his nose, biting his lip to stifle a groan as Daphne’s leg brushed against his morning wood. She had shifted again, burying her face in his chest to block out the rays of sunlight passing through the cracks in the curtains around his bed.

“Daph?” Harry asked, his eyes widening when he realized Padma wasn’t in bed with them.

“Five more minutes, please?” Daphne whined and snuggled into him.

“Padma isn’t in bed with us, Daphne,” Harry murmured, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her up.

“Tis fine,” Daphne mumbled. She pulled away from him and yawned before slowly sitting up. “She wakes up at six in the morning to go to the library. She’s probably waiting for us in the Great Hall.” She rubbed her eyes and stretched, blushing when she noticed Harry staring at her.

“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You’re adorable,” Harry whispered, tracing her curves with the back of his hand.

Daphne blushed. Men called her a lot of things but Harry was the first to ever think of her as cute. She felt like an entirely different woman around him. One look, a smile, a few words, that’s all he needed to destroy her icy exterior.

“My hair is a rat’s nest, my cheeks are streaked with mascara and your cum, and-” She reached out and plucked his glasses off his nose. “My husband doesn’t get to see me without makeup. Mrs. Zabini says that’s the secret to a long and lasting marriage.”

“Hasn’t Mrs. Zabini had five husbands in the last ten years?”

“I mean, I’m sure they would all have been long and happy marriages if the men didn’t keep dying of unfortunate accidents.” Daphne shrugged. She crawled over to the edge of the bed and hopped off, sighing as her feet sank into the soft rug. It was much better than the cold stone floor of her own Dormitory.

“I’m not your husband yet,” Harry pointed out with a grin, deciding to play along.

“Darling, you rejected my bride price last night because you said you don’t take payment for things that are already yours.” Daphne carefully placed his glasses on the vanity. She took a minute to study the hickeys and bruises on her neck and breasts before she turned to look at him with a teasing smile. “You also claimed me… thoroughly. You’re my husband.”

“Strangest marriage proposal in history.” Harry chuckled and propped himself up against the headboard of his bed.

“Not as strange as Malfoy trying to threaten and bribe his way into getting his son brides,” Daphne muttered. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her yawn. “At least you were man enough to get your own woman. Two of them, in fact,” Daphne teased, walking over to Harry’s closet.

“Did Malfoy ever go to your father to ask for you?” Harry growled.

Daphne bit her lip and pressed her thighs together. “No,” Daphne whispered, struggling to keep her breathing in check. A part of her almost wanted to lie and say yes, just so she could see what Harry would have done to claim her in public. “Draco thinks I’m a frigid bitch. That’s why his father asked for my sister.”

“Right.” Her words made him remember the memory she had shown him. “Isn’t he with Pansy? Every time I see them she’s either on his lap or has a hand in his shirt.”

“He’s delusional enough to think he’s powerful enough to have a gaggle of mistresses worshiping him. Last I heard he had nine ‘eligible Pureblood witches’ on his shortlist.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Can’t even last a full night with Pansy and he thinks he can please eight other witches,” she muttered under her breath.

Harry laughed. “Do I want to know how you know that?”

“Pansy bitches about him every night, darling.” Daphne leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Can I borrow something to wear? My blouse is still in the Room of Requirement.”

“Sure. Are you going to bitch about me to people?” Harry teased.

“Obviously,” Daphne responded, shooting him an impish smile. “I’ll make sure the world knows that my voice is hoarse because Harry Potter has a massive wand and knows how to use it.” She pulled open his closet, eyeing her options critically. “And he has extremely shitty taste in clothes.”

“Most of them belong to my cousin.”

“Why are you wearing your cousin’s clothes?”

“Long story. I’m too happy to talk about him right now.”

Daphne frowned at his hurt sigh but knew better than to press further. He’d tell her when he was ready. She reached into the closet and grabbed his Quidditch jersey, pulling it over her head.

The red shirt went down to her thighs and smelled of him. Freshly cut grass and broom handle polish.

“You’re not getting this back,” she teased, securing her hair in a messy bun. “You might want to order some more because I’m pretty sure Pads will want one of her own too.”

“Noted.” Harry grinned. “My Invisibility Cloak should still be on the floor.”

“Don’t need it.” Daphne turned and took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the edges of the two curtains in front of her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It was time to make a statement.

Her father had taught her the secret to politics and power was learning to say things without ever uttering a word.

She pulled the curtains apart and walked out into the sunny Dormitory. Neville, Ron, and Seamus were playing gobstones by the large window while the curtains around Dean’s bed were still shut.

“Boys.” She shot the startled men a proud smile before sauntering into the bathroom, walking as slow as possible to make sure they didn’t miss the ‘Potter’ emblazoned across her back.

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The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic:

Amelia smiled politely at the man seated across her, resisting the urge to throw the scumbag out of her office.

She knew what Lucius Malfoy was. It wasn’t like he made any efforts to hide it. Extortion, Blackmail, Trafficking… the only thing longer than his list of crimes was the number of Ministry employees he had bribed.

He had spies in her own Department, she was sure of that. Although she didn’t know why he bothered when he had the Minister of Magic in his pocket.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, Mister Malfoy?” Her lips curled into a satisfied smile at his scowl. Sometimes one had to be satisfied with small pleasures and there was something quite gratifying about reminding the man that he wasn’t a member of the Wizengamot and that as long as people like her existed, he never would be.

“Call it a concern about the future of your House, Madame Bones.”

His silky voice set her on edge. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up on his table for dinner.

“These are dangerous, uncertain times. You are the last of your House and you have only one heir. If something were to happen to you, poor Susan would be all alone.”

Amelia stayed impassive even as her heart sped up. His sweet words hid a poorly concealed threat that confirmed suspicions she had held ever since Potter’s trial.

The Dark Lord was back and she was obviously on the list of people he wanted dead. And the sorry excuse of a human in front of her was here because he saw an opportunity to grow his power and wealth in that.

Why is he truly here?

“I appreciate the concern but she has a godmother. She will take care of Susie if something were to happen to me.”

“It would be better if she had a husband. That way the future of your House is assured.”

Amelia smiled grimly. There it was, the real purpose of the visit. A threat and a marriage proposal. He wanted to weasel his way into Wizengamot, corrupt and tarnish her family’s legacy, and subject her niece to a lifetime of misery.

“She has a husband as well. Well, she will. They will wed after Susie gives her OWLs as is customary,” Amelia lied calmly. She racked her brain to come up with a name, someone powerful enough to protect Susan from the Malfoy brat.

“Really?” Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “That is news to me. Draco has never mentioned that your niece is courting someone.”

“My niece and her partner are both people who prefer to keep their personal lives private.”

“If they haven’t married yet you can break the engagement. My son is the most eligible bachelor in all of Magical Britain. This is the most prestigious match you can make.”

Lie now, worry about the consequences later, she reminded herself. She had no idea how long she had until they tried to assassinate her and she had to do something to buy the time she needed to secure her niece’s future.

“More prestigious than Harry Potter?”

Notes:

You know, when I said I had an interesting month, I meant it in regards to stories, lol. I got robbed. Thankfully I didn't lose anything substantial but the bank and other procedures take a lot of time and are a massive headache. Chapters 4, 5, and 6 are already out and you can read them immediately! I'm also letting all of you choose Harry's Coven in this story, so remember to vote in the latest poll where we are deciding who the Gryffindor member will be! I'm really excited about making this a truly epic story!