May 2024's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Amelia/Narcissa - One Night (Patreon)

AN: Hello everyone! This is a bit of a unique story in that Harry is set up as being James' older brother, the eldest son of Fleamont and Euphemia Potter. Please keep that in mind as you read the story. I hope you enjoy it!

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The sound of flesh being struck followed by a body collapsing to the floor rang out in the dark corridors deep within the bowels of the Ministry. It looked like a darker version of the Hogwarts dungeon corridors down here, which led to very few people using it except for the main corridor that led to the courtrooms. With no one to disturb, apparently no one had bothered to put silencing charms on the old Auror training grounds that existed down here.

Harry rolled his shoulder again, still feeling a twinge of discomfort from when it’d been popped back into its socket half an hour ago. The numbing charm was still going strong, but that didn’t stop it from feeling uncomfortable. It’d take a night of rest and a couple of potions before it was back to normal.

The massive door to his right swung open, and his girlfriend, Amelia Bones, came striding out. Though she was beautiful with her glossy auburn hair, striking blue-grey eyes, and curvy yet athletic figure, the effect was undercut by the massive scorch mark across her face and the way her robes were completely dishevelled. There was dried blood staining the robes over her right arm, and she was walking with a slight limp.

“You look like you had a wild night out,” Harry joked as he pushed off of the wall and matched her pace as she continued down the corridor.

“Not one word,” Amelia’s eye twitched.

“How about several then?” Harry grinned. “I win the bet.”

“You didn’t win anything,” Amelia retorted.

Merlin, Harry loved when she got all serious like this.

“Oh, but I did,” Harry corrected her. “You lost against Stebbins again, didn’t you?”

Amelia’s angry silence was enough of a confirmation for Harry.

“So, I win,” he declared.

“You lost your match too,” Amelia grumbled.

“Yeah, but I got matched up against Morios Moody,” Harry emphasised. “No one’s beaten him in ages. Even his wife and his son, Alastor, couldn’t take him down two on one.”

“You still lost,” Amelia argued.

Harry shrugged his shoulders with a happy smile on his lips. “It happens. But our bet wasn’t about whether or not I’d win, it was about if you’d win.”

“Fine,” Amelia sighed loudly. “Merlin, you’re annoying.”

“And yet you love me anyway,” Harry winked at her.

“More and more each day,” Amelia replied sarcastically. “Now, Love, why don’t you hurry your arse up so that we can get back ready for the ball.”

“Ah, right,” Harry grimaced.

Amelia turned sharply to face him, planting her hands on her shapely hips and leaning forward to glare at him. “Harry Potter, I expect you to be pleasant company all evening. I’m not having another ball where you start a fight out in the garden and get stuck locked up in a holding cell in the Ministry till morning.”

“That was Lucius’ fault,” Harry muttered, avoiding Amelia’s piercing gaze.

Honestly, it was! At least… Lucius was the one who instigated things. Sure, Harry might have been the first to draw his wand every so often, but Lucius Malfoy had it coming. That man had been an absolute git all throughout their time at Hogwarts together ever since Harry beat him in the first Quidditch match of the year back when they were first years. It was a rare enough thing for a first year to make their house’s team, let alone two of them in the same year. Combine that with the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, and it had all the makings of a bitter rivalry between the two men.

Harry hadn’t realised a rivalry had formed until Lucius had taken it upon himself to belittle Harry in front of his friends. He’d been bitter over the fact that Harry caught the Golden Snitch before him, and Harry grew angry over the insulting words Lucius had used.

Things had only grown worse when James, Harry’s younger brother, entered Hogwarts as well. His infatuation with Lily Evans, another Gryffindor in James’ year, had become well known throughout the school, and Lucius had some choice words for James over what he thought about a pure-blood wizard pursuing a muggle-born witch.

Harry had stepped to his younger brother’s defence, and that led to their first monumental duel. Such things became a regular fixture over their time together at Hogwarts, and Harry had a near-perfect track record of beating Lucius into the dust. But that never stopped Lucius, who used any dirty trick in the book to try to get an advantage or to harass Harry at all hours of the day.

Now that they were both graduated, their duels had become less frequent, but given the fact that they both worked at the Ministry and operated in the same pure-blood circles, they couldn’t avoid each other completely.

The last ball they’d attended had seen Lucius decrying Harry’s family as blood traitors and questioning whether or not his mum cheated on his dad with a muggle due to the fact that James seemed so taken with them. No further words had been exchanged as Harry blasted Lucius straight out a window and into a garden, where they duelled until Harry took him down. The Aurors had arrived moments later, but not until after Harry had broken Lucius’ nose for good measure.

“I don’t care whose fault it was,” Amelia told Harry. “Lucius is a prick—everyone knows that—but you don’t need to give into his rises. Be the bigger man.”

Harry grumbled under his breath. He already was the bigger man, but Lucius just seemed determined to try to get under Harry’s skin no matter how many times Harry took him down.

But as annoying as Lucius was, he was far more scared of upsetting his girlfriend.

“I’ll try,” Harry agreed tentatively.

“You’d better,” Amelia said sternly. “Otherwise you can count your reward from winning the bet goodbye.”

Harry gasped exaggeratedly. “And waste that perfectly good French maid costume I bought for you?”

“Shh!” Amelia’s eyes went wide as she scanned around to see if anyone else had heard. Thankfully, they were alone down here. She turned back to Harry’s grinning face. “I swear that if anyone learns about this—”

“No one will,” Harry assured her as he put his arm around her waist. “Just know that I can’t wait to see your sexy arse in it after the ball.”

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Parkinson Manor was as painful to experience as the last time he’d been here a couple of years ago. Harry wrinkled his nose at the overly ostentatious lane that led up to the manor itself. Bushes that lined the lane had been shaped into various powerful magical creatures and decorated with golden lace and tiny gemstones that refracted the light of the stars and glistened from that. It was the sort of display of wealth that anyone with common sense should look down upon, especially given the recent complaints of muggle-born witches and wizards over their poor lot in society, but that never stopped a pure-blood from showing off.

It made Harry grateful that his family wasn’t like that. His dad, Fleamont, had become immensely wealthy through his development of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, an invention which the men in the Potter family made liberal use of. Yet, despite his wealth, he rarely flaunted it. Their home was much larger than they needed, but it wasn’t as grand as a manor by any means. They didn’t display sculptures and statues or other obscene displays of their prosperity either.

Perhaps the only real way the Potter family showed their wealth is in how they dressed. Both of Harry’s parents insisted on them all being well dressed regardless of the situation. They could be out for a picnic and Harry’s mum, Euphemia, would still insist that he wear his nice summer robes rather than something lighter or more casual. Harry always acquiesced eventually; his little brother James was the only one who truly rebelled against it, and because he was the youngest, their mum usually let him get away with it.

However, fancy balls were another matter entirely. Euphemia had insisted that James wear some of his nicest robes, and neither Fleamont nor Harry had tried backing him up and risk the wrath of Euphemia turning on them instead.

Fleamont and Euphemia were walking arm in arm, perfectly matching Harry and Amelia. Harry had on a fine set of bottle-green dress robes that fit him rather well, but Amelia’s royal blue-coloured dress robes looked like they were handcrafted to fit her body. She looked absolutely stunning with her lightly-curled brown hair and gentle touch of makeup that enhanced her natural beauty. The dress robes clung to her hourglass figure and gave a modest hint of her ample cleavage, completing the perfect image of a beautiful woman.

“I don’t want to hear anything about you fighting again,” Euphemia told Harry as they neared the manor’s front entrance.

“Don’t worry, I already made my expectations clear to him,” Amelia said.

Euphemia smiled at her and nodded. “Good.”

Euphemia and Fleamont both adored Amelia, but Euphemia had really taken to Harry’s girlfriend. She said it took a strong-willed woman to keep the Potter men in line, and Amelia was exactly the type of witch who could do it.

“And that goes for you too, James,” Fleamont added. “No pranks either.”

“I’d never dream of it,” James blinked innocently.

“And I assume those fake wands inside of your robes are just an accessory then?” Amelia said knowingly.

James had the decency to blush as Fleamont laughed.

“Hand them over,” Euphemia sighed. A mother’s work was never done, and that was doubly true when she had Harry and James to look after.

Reluctantly, James removed half a dozen fake wands from within his robes and passed them over to Euphemia, who then passed them over to Fleamont to hang onto.

“If you’re going to be my sister-in-law one day, you really should be on my side,” James muttered.

“If you get into trouble, then I know that Harry’s going to get into trouble defending you,” Amelia replied. “And I’d really like just one peaceful night out for once. I get enough excitement at work.”

“How is work going?” Fleamont asked. “Still leaving battered and bruised everyday? Auror training can be rough business.”

“It’s getting better,” Amelia answered. “The instructors don’t seem quite so invincible anymore.”

“That’s good,” Fleamont nodded. “It’ll only be a few more months before it’s all over, and then you’ll be full-fledged Aurors. Before long, you two will be the ones teaching new recruits.”

“We’re still a far way off from that,” Harry told his dad. Although, having spent some time thinking it over, he did think that he’d like to teach the new recruits one day.

“Time goes by faster than you think it does,” Euphemia said. “It feels like only yesterday that you were heading off to Hogwarts for the first time. James was inconsolable.”

“Was not!” James protested.

“Oh, yes you were,” Fleamont chuckled. “You got so mad that you made our supper explode the night after Harry left.”

“Aww, you missed me?” Harry grinned at James.

“Shut up,” James snapped, turning away so that Harry couldn’t see his blushing cheeks.

Euphemia let out a sigh. “Seems like tonight’s not going to be a night without fighting.”

“We could just send everyone else a way and have a peaceful night ourselves,” Amelia suggested, only half joking.

“As lovely as that sounds, that’d mean leaving the three of them elsewhere and having to clean up the inevitable chaos they’d cause,” Euphemia pointed out.

“I’d keep the boys in line,” Fleamont said.

“Like you wouldn’t cause just as much mischief as them,” Euphemia retorted. “Don’t you remember that time we had those investors over from America who you didn’t like? You said that they spent the whole time spewing shit out of their mouths, so they might as well literally—”

“Shh!” Fleamont interrupted, waving his hands.

“All right dad!” James cheered. “How’d you make them actually—”

“This really isn’t the appropriate type of talk for a fancy ball,” Amelia interrupted with a sigh, shooting Euphemia a look for bringing up the topic. “Looks like I’ve got four Potters to watch out for.”

Euphemia just laughed. “Welcome to the family. It’s your job to keep us all in line now.”

Harry kissed Amelia on the cheek to distract her. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to actually do that until we get married.”

“Speaking of which,” Euphemia perked up. “When is that happening exactly?”

Amelia turned her expecting gaze onto Harry.

“Oh look, we’re here already!” Harry exclaimed as he pulled Amelia along the last few steps to the entryway of Parkinson Manor. “We really should get inside and mingle.”

“Don’t think you’re getting out of this quite so easily,” Amelia smiled at him. “I’m still waiting on my proposal.”

“And you’ll get one by the end of the year like I promised,” Harry replied. He really did want to marry her. He just needed to find the right moment that captured all of his feelings up perfectly to do it.

“I’m holding you to that,” Amelia said. “Otherwise, I’m going to propose to you.”

Harry led Amelia past the two house-elves standing by the front door into Parkinson Manor. There was a wonderful red carpet that guided them through the entryway and down a wide corridor towards the sound of music and guests happily chattering away.

The room that the Parkinsons had chosen to host the ball in was cavernous. A pair of double doors opened onto the ballroom itself. Rich, glossy tile and ornate pillars of marble filled the room and gave a gorgeous atmosphere. Dozens of couples were dancing to the classical music, played by a live band no less, while others stood around the outskirts of the room, talking to each other in small groups or getting refreshments from the many tables laden with food and drink. Massive windows overlooked the field and lake behind the manor, but the best view was from up above.

A grand staircase sat towards the back of the room, leading up to a balcony that ran the length of the room. There was a smattering of people up there, mostly those who needed a bit of privacy. There were massive windows up there as well, but these ones opened up onto exterior balconies that allowed for a private moment under the stars.

If it wasn’t for the fact that there was absolutely no way that Harry was going to propose to Amelia at Parkinson Manor due to the family’s questionable history and dark affiliations, a private moment under the stars like that would have made the perfect place to propose to her.

Knowing Amelia’s preferences instinctively by now, Harry turned to her with his most charming smile. “Would you care for a dance?”

Amelia merely smiled in response and took Harry’s offered hand.

Together, they spun around the ballroom. It was easy to move to the simple beat of the music while avoiding all of the far-less coordinated guests. Quidditch and now Auror training had given Harry a heightened sense of his surroundings, and moving through a crowd like this was second nature to him, even while he was dancing with a beautiful witch.

As the music flowed and Harry lost himself to the wonderful sensations of the woman in his arms, he found an incredible amount of peace. There wasn’t much more that he could want from his life besides spending it with Amelia, especially with how perfect of a match she was for him. Their life plans matched up perfectly, and their wants and desires did as well.

From the sparkle in her eyes, Harry knew that Amelia felt the same. Despite their playful bickering, they loved each other completely.

They danced for nearly half an hour before the need for a break came. Amelia asked that he collect some drinks for them while she hurried to the washroom for a moment.

Harry went to do as she asked, but just as he reached a table covered with drinks, someone else fell into place beside him.

“Enjoying yourself, Potter?” Lucius Malfoy’s smooth voice rang out as he placed a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder. He squeezed down harder than was appropriate but not quite so hard as to actually hurt Harry or make a scene.

Harry had a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue when he remembered Amelia’s plea that he not fight tonight.

“Please, Lucius,” a soft-spoken voice said from the man’s left.

Harry glanced around to see Narcissa Black, Lucius’ betrothed, standing there in a beautiful pale-blue dress. Her blond hair was beautiful and wavy, and she had the most striking red lipstick on. She was a gorgeous witch, one that Lucius didn’t deserve. Harry had always hoped that the man’s acerbic personality would land him with someone hideous who was only with him for his money; unfortunately, he managed to land one of the most desirable witches of their time.

Harry wasn’t jealous of Lucius, given the fact that he had Amelia who, in his estimation, was even more beautiful and amazing than Narcissa was, but he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t fantasised about Narcissa before. She’d been in the year below him, Amelia, and Lucius at Hogwarts, and before he’d gotten together with Amelia, Narcissa had been one of the witches he had his eyes on.

“Be quiet,” Lucius hissed at Narcissa, undoubtedly upset at having her try to pull him away from this inevitable confrontation. He straightened his robes and turned back to Harry with the most pompous look he could muster. “I hear that your little brother has finally worked up the courage to confess his love for that mudblood back at Hogwarts. How proud you must be to be diluting your family’s blood yet again.”

“Blood purity is a joke,” Harry scoffed. Everyone knew it, even the pure-bloods that acted like they didn’t. Everyone had muggle ancestry somewhere in their family line, and it was usually more recent than anyone cared to admit. Beyond that though, blood purity provided no tangible benefits. Researchers in Europe had proved that to be a fact over a hundred years ago, yet some still tried to cling to their failed ideology. “What matters is one’s character,” he argued. “And my brother’s been graced with a far better one than you have, Lucius.”

“How great can he be if he’s in love with a mudblood,” Lucius sneered.

Harry gently grabbed Lucius’ hand and lifted it off of his shoulder. The man eyed Harry dangerously and yanked his hand back to his side where he glared at it like Harry had just burnt him with acid.

“Are you really trying to get your arse handed to you again?” Harry asked him seriously. “I won’t tolerate that sort of language again.”

“What, mudblood?” Lucius laughed loudly. “Please, Potter, show me how you won’t tolerate me calling your little brother’s whore a mudblood!”

His voice was loud enough that he drew the attention of several other guests around them. Some looked disgusted at his comments, most were perfectly neutral and didn’t seem to care one way or the other on the matter, but it was those who grinned and agreed that drew Harry’s ire the most.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Harry jabbed Lucius in the chest with his finger. “You and me, outside, right—”

“Lucius.”

The cool, collected tone of Abraxus Malfoy broke through Harry’s fiery words. The elderly Malfoy was completely bald, barring an exquisite moustache and a small goatee. He came striding forward slowly, leaning for support on his cane, and came right in between Harry and Lucius.

Harry stepped back as Lucius glared at his father. The discord between the two of them was well known to those who ran in pure-blood circles. Abraxus, while still a bigoted arsehole, was far less radical and violent than his son. His lack of willingness to go to the extreme vexed Lucius, and the two had never been the same loving father and son since the latter reached Hogwarts.

“I need to speak to you. Outside,” Abraxus told Lucius with a clipped tone.

“I’m in the middle of something,” Lucius tried to brush him off.

“Now.” Abraxus’ voice was firm, confident, and utterly demanding. It was like steel that wouldn’t be bent, and Lucius finally gave in.

He glared at Harry as he passed by, unable to resist one final jab.

“Your family will rot in the ground soon enough, Potter,” Lucius spat.

Abraxus’ head snapped around sharply, and he grabbed Lucius by the bicep and pulled him forward. Narcissa went trailing along after them, giving Harry a somewhat sympathetic parting glance as she went by.

Harry’s blood was pumping hot throughout his body as he glared at Lucius’ retreating back. He had half a mind to follow them outside and follow through with his earlier threat, but the other half was reminding him of Amelia’s earlier plea. Fighting at yet another party would upset her, regardless of how justified he was. He could settle this issue with Lucius another time.

Reluctantly, Harry turned away.

The ballroom felt too stifling now. He needed to get away for a moment to collect himself.

His eyes glanced up at the balcony above.

Harry slipped through the crowd of dancers and hurried his way up the stairs. A few people lingered near the top of the staircase, but Harry bypassed them all and walked halfway down the length of the balcony before deciding on a random set of glass doors to open.

The cool nighttime air did wonders to soothe his raging spirit as he stepped outside and leaned against the railing that was there to stop anyone from falling over. There was a gentle breeze that carried with it the scents of wildflowers and pine. It was calm and peaceful out here.

Behind him, the door to the balcony clicked open. He turned around, thinking it was Amelia, but to his surprise, he saw the blond head of Narcissa stepping out onto the balcony with him. She left the door ajar as she crossed the small gap towards him.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hi,” Harry said back with a somewhat perplexed look.

Why was she here? Was she going to tell him off for all of his fights with Lucius?

Instead, it was the exact opposite.

“I’m sorry for Lucius,” she began. “I’ve tried to stop him from being so cruel… but I suppose there’s no cure for being a cunt.”

It took Harry a second for his brain to process the fact that Narcissa Black of all people, someone who was widely seen as the closest thing to a pure-blood princess, had just described her fiancé as a cunt. But when he did, Harry couldn’t help but chuckle. Narcissa laughed quietly along with him and leaned against the railing next to him.

“Why are you marrying him then?” Harry asked her.

“I don’t have much of a choice really,” she sighed. “My parents set up a marriage contract with his. Abraxus has been an important investor in our family’s businesses, and when he proposed this marriage contract, my parents were afraid he’d take away his money if they refused. Although, they might have married me off to him anyway. They’ve been talking the last few years about finding a proper pure-blooded husband for me.”

“Aren’t you only eighteen though?” Harry asked. He was barely a couple of years older than her, and he’d only started seriously thinking about marriage over the last year.

“Eighteen and a half actually,” Narcissa said with a joking smile. “But that’s just the way things are with pure-bloods.”

Not all of them, Harry thought to himself. His parents never pressured him to get married young, nor did Amelia’s. They were content to let the two of them take things at their own pace.

“Anyways, obviously I knew him by reputation back at Hogwarts,” Narcissa continued. “We never really talked much until he was in his last year and I started… developing. I guess he took a fancy to me back then. I never fancied him though.” Her lips curled downward as she glanced across the vast fields. “Not then and not now.”

“And yet you’re stuck with him,” Harry grimaced.

“I tried to change him, believe me,” Narcissa huffed. “But that man’s as stubborn as an ox, with a brain half the size of a walnut. Even his father apologised to me for the way Lucius has turned out, but the marriage contract is binding, so I’m stuck.”

“You could always kill him,” Harry said, only half joking.

“I figured that you’d get to that before I could,” Narcissa giggled quietly. “Lucius always gets so mad every time the two of you fight. Seeing him come back black and blue and bleeding has become all too common lately. He rages around the manor, screaming that he’ll get you next time, but he never does.”

“He fights in a very straightforward way. There’s no creativity there,” Harry explained. “Sometimes, it’s like he’s barely putting any effort in.”

“That’s not the only place he doesn’t put any effort into,” Narcissa muttered.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. Was she just implying that Lucius sucked in bed? Not that Harry was surprised by that mind you. The real shock came from the fact that Narcissa was openly admitting to it.

“Then why not try to find someone on the side who will put in some effort?” Harry suggested. “Isn’t that quite popular among pure-blooded women these days? Finding a man who’ll treat them right when their husbands won’t.”

Narcissa’s lips curled upwards. “That’s exactly what I’m trying to do.”

Once again, it took Harry’s brain a second to process the information she was inferring.

“You want me?” Harry asked in astonishment.

Narcissa’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of rosy red. “I’ve had a crush on you for years now. Seeing your windswept hair during your Quidditch matches and your strong arms when you worked out down by the lake were some of my favourite sights at Hogwarts. Besides, wouldn’t it be fun for both of us to get back at Lucius in our own secret way?”

Harry never turned down a chance to get back at Lucius, not after all of the horrible insults and terrible behaviour he’d exhibited towards Harry and his family over the years. And getting the chance to have sex while doing it too was something he’d never expected, especially not with a witch as beautiful as Narcissa. But…

“I can't,” Harry grimaced. “I’m with Amelia and—”

Suddenly, the door to the balcony pushed the rest of the way open as Amelia stepped out onto the balcony. Her expression was completely unreadable, but if she’d overheard the last few seconds of the conversation, Harry could only assume that she was anything but pleased with Narcissa.

“Can you step back inside for a moment, Harry?” Amelia said quietly. She wouldn’t quite meet his gaze; she was entirely focused on Narcissa, who was looking quite nervous.

“I, err… sure,” Harry said awkwardly as he stepped aside. “I’ll just be right inside.”

“This’ll only take a minute,” Amelia assured him.

What the hell was she going to do to her? Probably give her the tongue lashing of a lifetime if Harry had to guess. Though, a small part of him wondered if this was something enough to push her over the edge into fighting Narcissa like Harry fought Lucius.

As he stepped back inside, Amelia flicked her wand and closed the glass door behind him. A look of panic flashed across Narcissa’s face.

Harry didn’t go far. He lingered at the door, trying to watch over Amelia and Narcissa’s confrontation without being too obvious about it. Amelia had her back to Harry, but he could see Narcissa’s face over Amelia’s shoulder. There was a flurry of expressions that crossed it, and Harry couldn’t make heads or tails about what was actually going on in there.

The conversation lasted a couple of minutes before Amelia suddenly turned and strode back towards the door. Harry quickly stepped aside and tried to make it look like he hadn’t been spying on them, but he doubted he did a very good job. The concern on his face was pretty evident.

“What happened?” Harry asked Amelia as soon as she closed the door behind her.

Faintly, Harry heard the sound of apparation coming from the balcony. When he looked back through the door, Narcissa was gone.

“We just talked,” Amelia answered simply.

Harry raised an eyebrow at her. “Talked?”

“Mm hmm,” Amelia nodded.

“Did you threaten her?”

“Merlin, Harry,” Amelia shook her head. “I’m not that angry. I just asked her a few questions and made a few things clear.”

“Right,” Harry replied in mild disbelief. She was being purposefully vague, and that was rarely a good thing.

“Trust me,” Amelia said as she took his hand. “Everything’s fine. Now, let’s go and dance again.”

Despite still having some lingering concerns, Harry recognised that this wasn’t the type of place that he wanted to interrogate Amelia. They could deal with that later. For now, it was best to try to keep on having a relatively happy evening. It wasn’t every day that the two of them got dressed up nicely and went to balls like this.

So, Amelia led Harry back down to the dance floor. The slow songs gave them the perfect chance to hold each other close and rock gently to the beat of the music. As they moved, Harry spotted Lucius standing furiously in a corner of the room with his father nearby. The man glared at Harry but quickly turned away, still feeling the humiliation of being pulled away from a potential fight by his own father.

Harry washed the man out of his mind as he continued to dance with Amelia. She seemed happy enough dancing with him, although he could tell that something still seemed to be on her mind.

Was it something from her conversation with Narcissa, he wondered.

When the second song ended, Amelia gestured that they should move off of the dance floor.

“Do you think you’d be fine if we went home now?” Amelia asked him gently.

“Is everything alright?” He asked quickly. “Are you not feeling well or—”

“No, it’s not that,” Amelia said. “Just… I want to be with you right now.”

“But you are with me—oh.” Harry cracked a grin as Amelia blushed lightly. “Were you really so jealous over Narcissa that you want to sneak home early and stake your claim on me?”

Amelia’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Something like that.”

Well, Harry wasn’t going to turn down an offer of fun, wild sex.

“Let’s go then.”

On the way back out, Harry briefly found his parents and James and said that Amelia wasn’t feeling very well and that they were heading home early. They all seemed to understand and wished Amelia well.

Hand in hand, the two of them slipped out of Parkinson Manor and walked a polite distance away from the front of the manor before Harry apparated them back to their flat.

They landed right inside the front door in their sitting room. Their flat was decently sized for being in one of the branching alleys off of Diagon Alley. The sitting room was quite large, allowing for plenty of fun nights with friends, and led into a nice kitchen and dining room. The other side of the sitting room led off to the two bedrooms that the flat offered. One was reserved for guests, and the other was Harry and Amelia’s.

“Stay here,” Amelia said, placing a hand on Harry’s chest and gently pushing him down onto a nearby sofa.

“Why?” Harry asked curiously.

Amelia let out a long sigh. “I think it’s better to get this stupid bet over and done with.”

A massive grin shot across Harry’s face. “You’re really going to wear that French maid costume?”

“Yes,” Amelia chuckled at his excited look. “So stay here and wait for me to get changed.”

Merlin, he needed to get more women to confess their feelings for him if it resulted in Amelia getting all frisky like this. She seemed so eager to get started that he already felt himself starting to stiffen.

A couple of minutes passed by. Harry occasionally heard some slight shuffling coming from the bedroom, titillating his senses.

Eventually, the door to the bedroom cracked open.

“You can come in now,” Amelia called out softly to him.

With an excited leap, Harry bounded over to the door and threw it open.

“Surprise,” Amelia said.

Harry blinked in astonishment at the two matching French maids standing before him. Amelia had a smug look on her face at his surprise, while Narcissa was toying with the frilly hem of her skirt and glancing up at Harry with a nervous expression.

“Do you like it?” Narcissa asked tentatively, undoubtedly expecting a rejection.

Did he like it? Merlin, the two of them looked absolutely breathtaking.

The French maid costume that Harry had picked out was predominantly black material embroidered with white lace, though the skirt did have a small white apron over part of the front of it. The dress itself sat off of the women’s shoulders, only being held up by their ample breasts. Both of them had plenty of creamy cleavage on display, which enticed Harry’s eyes almost as much as the sheer black stockings they both wore. A pair of black high heels complemented the outfit and left Harry in awe.

“I don’t think he can find the words to describe how sexy we look,” Amelia smirked.

“No, I can’t,” Harry admitted. “But what’s going on? I thought that you told her off or something?”

“I never said that,” Amelia replied coyly. “I just asked Narcissa a few questions and made a few things clear, like how I’d love to see you shag her.”

“Really?” Harry raised an eyebrow, fearing that this was some sort of test.

“We’ve talked about inviting someone else into our bed before,” Amelia pointed out. “And a witch as hot as Narcissa is hard to turn down.”

“Just for one night, I want to be yours,” Narcissa said sincerely. “Tomorrow, I’ll be stuck having to go back to Lucius. He wants to be married within the year, and I can’t stand the thought of being stuck with him and his tiny, pathetic prick for the rest of my life. I want to experience what sex is actually supposed to be like.”

“And Harry can definitely give that experience to you,” Amelia grinned. “If he’s interested, that is.”

Harry glanced down at his crotch, where his erection was clearly visible through the fabric of his robes. “Does this answer your question?”

“I think it does,” Amelia giggled. She turned her head to Narcissa. “Why don’t we get him started? It’ll do you some good to see what a real cock is like up close.”

Amelia strode forward and wrapped herself in one of Harry’s arms, making sure to place his arm right in between her breasts. Narcissa was a bit more timid but unwilling to be outdone by Amelia. She mirrored Amelia’s pose on the other side of Harry, and the two of them walked Harry back to the sofa.

“Let us help you get out of your clothes,” Amelia said before her eyes lit up. “Master,” she purred.

Merlin, she was really committing to the bit.

The two of them started systematically undressing Harry. They took every opportunity they could to rub their breasts against him as they got his robes off. Narcissa seemed to quite appreciate his athletic form, but her eyes were much more focused on the outline of his thick cock in his pants.

Amelia settled down on her knees in front of him, and Narcissa did the same. Together, they grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled it down in one smooth motion. Harry’s cock sprang up to attention right in between their faces.

“Fuck,” Narcissa licked her lips eagerly as she stared at his cock with wide eyes. “Does that thing even fit in you?”

“Perfectly,” Amelia replied. “Believe me, there’s nothing else like it. He’ll have you screaming his name and begging for more in no time at all, but we need to get him ready first.”

Harry had an idea of what they had planned and sat down on the sofa. Immediately, Amelia and Narcissa scooted forward on their knees and braced themselves against his legs.

“Let us worship you, master,” Amelia purred again before she and Narcissa leaned in together.

Both of their tongues pressed against his cock from either side. Narcissa was surprisingly aggressive, though Harry shouldn’t have been surprised given the fact that this was her first time with a cock that could actually satisfy her. She layered slobbery kisses up and down her shaft, only broken up by letting her tongue dance along his skin from time to time. Amelia looked thoroughly amused and aroused by Narcissa’s eagerness and sought to match her pace as best she could.

Harry groaned from the incredible stimulation. They both looked so hungry for his cock. He’d always been turned on by how desperate Amelia could get for him to fuck her, but this was simply on another level. Both women were amping each other up, and he was reaping all of the rewards.

Narcissa was the first to make a play for the head of his cock. She opened her mouth wide, showing off that warm, damp cavern to Harry first before she engulfed the tip of his cock. She slurped noisily as saliva pooled around him, and her tongue swirled around his head in search of just the right spot to make him moan.

Unfortunately, Narcissa’s position made it difficult for Amelia to work her way up and down the side of Harry’s shaft, so she chose a different tactic. She lowered her body in between Harry’s thighs, letting Narcissa rest her ample chest against her back, and went straight for his balls.

Amelia proceeded to lavish him with one of the most erotic displays he’d ever bared witness to. She’d sucked on his balls before, but not while another witch was sucking his cock. She greedily took them past her lips and started to pleasure him to the best of her ability, all the while staring up at him around his cock. Her eyes were filled with lust, and she wanted to see every little expression of pleasure she could make come across his face.

Harry thought that it could never get any better than this, but when Narcissa started to bob her head up and down, Harry swore that he’d died and gone to heaven. The intense combination of Narcissa’s lips sealed tightly around his shaft, the thrill of her tongue teasing his cock, and Amelia’s delicate suckling on his balls was making him lose all manner of control. He had to grip the armrest of the sofa to try to stay grounded, but even that wasn’t enough to stop him from racing towards an orgasm.

Rather than try to fight it any longer, Harry allowed himself to give into the pleasure. He reached down to squeeze Amelia and Narcissa’s breasts through their maid outfits and let out a wonderful groan.

“I’m cumming,” he warned Narcissa.

She didn’t stop sucking on him for even a second. When his hot seed spilt into her mouth, she drank it all down greedily with a smile in her eyes. Harry was lost in them, groaning from the pleasure of it all as wave after wave of cum flowed down Narcissa’s throat.

“He never cums that fast normally,” Amelia said as she released Harry’s balls from her mouth. “I guess we were too much for him.”

Narcissa’s tongue licked the last few drops of cum from his cock clean before she too released it from her mouth. “I guess so,” she giggled.

Harry shook his head with a disbelieving chuckle. “You’re not entirely wrong.”

“We’ve still got the main event to get to,” Amelia said as she got to her feet.

“Wait,” Narcissa said as she joined her. “Won’t he need a while to get ready to go again.”

“Nope,” Amelia grinned. “Harry’s always good for two or sometimes even three in a row. Take a look for yourself.”

True to her word, Harry’s cock hadn’t flagged in the slightest.

Narcissa’s eyes widened with wonder, and Amelia grabbed her arm.

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom so that you can experience him for real,” Amelia said.

Narcissa could only nod in reply.

Harry staggered to his feet, still reeling from the pleasure of the double blowjob, but managed to wrap his arms around both women’s waists and start to guide them to the bedroom while Amelia mentally prepared Narcissa.

“It’s going to feel really big,” she warned her. “But your body will get used to it quickly. Don’t feel bad if you start crying from how good it feels.”

Narcissa bit her lip. “You’re really building this up to be something special.”

“That’s because it is,” Amelia insisted. “You’ll see it in action when it happens.”

They passed into the bedroom, and Amelia quickly leapt up onto the bed. The sudden burst of motion made her large breasts spring free of her maid outfit. No matter how many times Harry saw those two glorious orbs of milky flesh, her pretty areolas, and her perky nipples, he never grew tired of it. Amelia basked in Harry’s gaze as she headed for the head of the bed.

“Fuck her good, Harry,” Amelia grinned up at him as she settled onto her back, resting her head against the pillow. She stretched her stocking-clad legs wide open, revealing that she didn’t have any panties on and showing off her bare pussy. “I wonder how good she can eat pussy when she’s getting fucked by you.”

Narcissa climbed onto the bed too and crawled over on her hands and knees in front of Amelia. “I’ve never gone down on a witch before,” she said both nervously and excitedly.

“Well, now’s your chance,” Amelia said as she patted her inner thighs.

As Narcissa leaned down to smell Amelia’s musk, Harry joined the two of them on the bed and flipped Narcissa’s skirt up to reveal her equally bare arse and pink pussy. Her labia were coated with moisture, leaving her eager and ready for him.

“That’s it,” Amelia cooed as Narcissa stuck out her tongue. The two women’s gazes met as Narcissa gave Amelia her first lick.

Harry’s cock throbbed needfully as he lined himself up behind Narcissa. When he pressed the tip against her lips, her body stiffened.

“Just breathe,” he told her. “I’ll take it slow.”

“Okay,” Narcissa said before she went back to licking Amelia.

“Give it to her,” Amelia said to Harry.

Slowly, Harry pushed forward. Narcissa’s tight lips spread lewdly around his thick cock. He barely moved more than a inch or two inside of her when he stopped, feeling Narcissa’s walls clamp down impossibly tight around him.

“Fuck,” Narcissa groaned. She rested her forehead against Amelia’s pelvis and breathed loudly. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Yes, he is,” Amelia grinned as she stroked the back of Narcissa’s head. “And for tonight, he’s all yours. So enjoy it.”

It took Narcissa a few more seconds before her walls relaxed around Harry’s shaft and he was able to push deeper into her again. Harry grabbed Narcissa’s hips firmly to keep her steady as he worked his way forward. She felt so hot and tight around him, even when she wasn’t clamping down on his cock. It was quite clear that she’d never experienced someone as large as him, which was yet another point towards Lucius’ inadequacy.

“Don’t forget me,” Amelia told Narcissa when she hadn’t gone back to licking her.

“Give her a minute,” Harry said. “I’m almost all the way in.”

“You’re not all the way in yet?” Narcissa said in amazement. “How much more is there?”

“Not much,” Harry said. “Just a little bit…”

He pushed forward the last of the way, feeling himself hit her cervix. Narcissa’s head snapped back in a hiss of pleasure and pain now that he was fully inside of her, filling her up and stretching her out like no one else was ever able to.

Harry’s hands slid down from Narcissa’s hips to her plump arse, and he massaged those two delicate cheeks as he gave her a chance to get used to his size. Her walls fluttered around him in time with her heartbeat.

“How does she feel?” Amelia asked.

“Almost as good as you,” Harry replied smartly.

Amelia flashed him a smile while also rolling her eyes. “Charmer.”

“Okay, okay,” Narcissa panted. “I think I’m ready for more now.”

“Finally,” Amelia exclaimed as she readied herself. “I’m dripping wet, and I really need you to touch me.”

Harry waited for Narcissa to reposition her head before he started to move. As soon as Amelia let out a soft moan as Narcissa’s tongue touched her clit, Harry put his hands back on Narcissa’s hips and slowly pulled his hips back. Narcissa’s pussy tried to suck him back inside, but his force was greater. He worked all the way back until just the tip of his cock was still inside of her and then pushed back in slowly.

For a couple of minutes, everything was calm. Narcissa was doing an admirable job of going down on Amelia while Harry slowly fucked her. She mewled and moaned quite frequently, especially when Harry was balls deep inside of her, but she never once stopped the ministrations with her tongue. Amelia seemed quite content with Narcissa’s work, and she alternated between playing with her breasts and stroking the back of Narcissa’s head.

“What a little slutty maid you are,” Amelia told Narcissa with a huge grin. “Maybe we should keep you around.”

That sounded like heaven to Harry, but right now he was more focused on his immediate pleasure.

Once he felt like Narcissa’s pussy was comfortable with his thick cock moving in and out of her, he steadily started upping his pace. Amelia and him loved having rough sex every so often, especially after their practice duels with each other, and Harry had a feeling that Narcissa was never going to be able to experience what that was like while she was stuck with Lucius, so he was determined to give her a rough fuck that she’d remember for years to come.

It took Narcissa a few moments to realise what he was doing. Her body was the first to react, with her pussy starting to twitch around him more aggressively. His thrusts were strong and smooth, and he always made sure to be careful not to hurt her when he bottomed out inside of her. He was hitting all of the right spots inside of her to turn her into putty around his cock, and that was exactly what he wanted.

“Fuck!” Narcissa squealed as her thighs trembled and her knees buckled.

Harry tightened his grip on her hips and really started to give it to her. He slammed into Narcissa’s tight pussy roughly—not quite as rough as he and Amelia normally were, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her completely.

“Keep licking!” Amelia cried out as she pushed Narcissa’s head back in place.

This time, Harry didn’t stop to let Narcissa get back into the motion of pleasuring Amelia. This was the time for her to learn how to act while being filled with pleasure.

“It feels like she’s about to cum,” Harry told Amelia, explaining Narcissa’s poor performance.

“Already?” Amelia chuckled. “She must really like your cock.”

There was a muffled sound of agreement from Amelia’s crotch, but that sound turned into a squeal as Harry rammed into her hard.

Suddenly, Harry felt Narcissa’s walls contract tightly around his cock. Narcissa screamed out in pleasure as she came around his cock. Harry had to grip her hips tightly to help keep her up, else she would have collapsed completely onto the bed. The feeling of her squeezing his cock so tightly left Harry a little lightheaded, but he was determined not to cum quite yet.

Amelia looked completely overjoyed at seeing Harry make another woman cum so hard, and it was clear that she was hoping for an orgasm just like that of her own.

Narcissa gasped for air as her walls started to relax around Harry. “I’ve never…” she mumbled her next few words before she regained her composure. “I’ve never cum as hard as that before. I’ve only managed to do it on my own. I never realised just how good it’d feel with a cock inside of me.”

“Let’s see if we can’t get another one out of you before we’re done,” Amelia said. “Harry, can you flip Narcissa over onto her back?”

“Absolutely,” Harry grinned.

He pulled Narcissa a couple feet back before he spun her around on his cock. She squealed in laughter as she landed on her back, but her voice was quickly muffled as Amelia shuffled over top of her head. She lowered her pussy right down onto Narcissa’s face and bunched up her maid skirt around her hips so that Harry could watch Narcissa pleasure her.

“Make her cum again,” Amelia told Harry. “And then I want you to fill her up with your thick, tasty cum.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Harry winked at her before he started to move again.

Harry pounded into Narcissa’s pussy with everything he had, making her go right back to screaming into Amelia’s pussy. This time though, her tongue was more easily able to dance around Amelia’s clit as Amelia moved her hips around to keep her pussy perfectly positioned for Narcissa’s mouth. The blond witch did a decent job of trying to keep pleasuring Amelia, but she was hard pressed to do so when Harry was fucking her so good.

“This is so fucking hot,” Amelia said as she grabbed Harry’s head and pulled it towards hers. Without stopping his thrusts, Harry kissed Amelia passionately. Her tongue battled for supremacy over his, but inevitably gave in. When his tongue slipped fully into her mouth, she tasted sweet. “Oh!” She moaned into his mouth suddenly.

Harry glanced down at Narcissa, who had fully latched onto Amelia’s clit with her lips. He gave her an extra hard thrust as a reward for doing such a good job, and her walls seized around his cock yet again.

It seemed like no matter what he did, Narcissa’s body responded incredibly positively to him. Each thrust made her tremble beneath him, her walls shuddered around his cock, and her mouth emit a muffled cry of pleasure against Amelia’s pussy. Harry felt so powerful making her respond to him this way. It was the same way he felt whenever he turned Amelia into a quivering mess beneath him when they had sex.

The lust and pleasure of it all left Harry feeling high. Narcissa’s pussy felt so perfect around his cock, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave her a creampie. He wondered what Lucius would say if he found out that Harry had fucked his fiancée and filled her with his seed. He’d probably rage and challenge Harry to a duel and get his arse kicked again. Then he could take Narcissa back home and he and Amelia could fuck her all over again.

Harry broke off the kiss with Amelia as the need for air became too great. She promptly grabbed her breasts and squeezed her cute pink nipples in between her fingers as she grinded her pussy down against Narcissa’s mouth.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Amelia screamed as she came.

Seeing Amelia cum on Narcissa’s face was one of the most erotic visuals Harry had ever seen in his life. It was simply divine, and combined with the feeling of Narcissa’s pussy squeezing him so perfectly, he was left with no other option than to finally give into the pleasure once more tonight.

He roared as he slammed all the way inside of Narcissa.

“Harry!” Narcissa screamed as Amelia fell backwards, still clutching her breasts and writhing around in pleasure.

Her walls spasmed around his cock again as he pumped his first shot of cum deep inside of her pussy. Each time her pussy contracted, it forced out another torrent of cum to fill her up. It was one of the most exhilarating orgasms of Harry’s life, and he had no doubt that the two witches felt the same as him.

He collapsed down onto Narcissa, feeling her body through that cute maid uniform, and bucked his hips against hers as he forced the last few spurts of cum into her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him in place so that he couldn’t leave her even if he wanted to.

When the pleasure finally subsided, Narcissa released him and Harry pulled out of her. His cum dribbled down the curve of her arse and stained the bedsheets, but it wasn’t the first time that his and Amelia’s bedsheets had gotten messy from sex, so he didn’t mind. He ended up flopping down on the bed next to Amelia, and she curled up right against his side.

Narcissa was still gasping and staring up at the ceiling as she fought to get her breathing under control. “I’m going to need to get back home to Lucius soon,” she sighed sadly.

“Not tonight you’re not,” Amelia retorted, sitting up in bed and staring right at her. “You said that you wanted one good night away from him, and the night’s not done yet.”

Narcissa smiled at her. “I suppose it isn’t.”

Tonight wouldn’t be the last night either, Harry promised himself. If she was going to be stuck in a loveless marriage with Lucius, the very least he and Amelia could do was give her some fun in her life. But that was another day’s problem.

Right now, all he cared about was this one night.