Dueling Hearts Ch 4 (Patreon)

The meeting adjourned and Bellatrix walked back to her office, a small smile on her face as a certain redhead followed a few paces behind her.

The only sound in the hallway was the clicking of her dragonhide boots and Potter's flats as they trudged on in complete silence.

Technically speaking, the charms professor’s office was just a little bit further along this same path. Lily was simply taking the appropriate route to her own quarters.

But they both knew she wasn't.

Bella thought about throwing out a comment, some type of barb as the silence stretched out uncomfortably. But in the end, she decided to just let it settle. She wouldn't concern herself with Lily Potter, she was nothing more than a gnat.

They rounded the corner and both of their hearts quickened as they saw him.

Harry was leaning against the wall opposite her office, his tall, handsome figure enhanced by the lopsided smile he greeted them with.

"Harry!"

Bellatrix's head snapped back and the two women glared at each other. They'd both spoken at the same time.

"Lily," Bellatrix grimaced as she addressed the woman by her first name, "I believe your son and I have business to attend to. I am sure he will give you a visit, once I've had my time with him."

"Actually, as his mother, I should be present to read over whatever contract you've concocted… Bellatrix." Lily retorted, adding the same venom to the other woman's name.

Bella's eyes narrowed. "There's no need for that." She stopped in front of Harry, who offered her a weak smile, not comfortable doing much more in front of his seething mother.

"Harry is the heir, and you are a muggleborn. He does not need your oversight for this type of agreement."

"So my role as his mother is disregarded because of my blood status? That is disgusting." Lily spat.

"Be that as it may. That's the law."

Lily pressed up against her son, wrapping her arms around his torso as she placed her head on his shoulder. "Harry wants me with him. Don't you, honey?" She gave him her best puppy dog eyes, and Harry found his decision made for him as she tightened her grip around him.

Bellatrix sneered as she grumpily opened the door to her office, not looking back as the Potters followed her in.

Lily had had the elves decorate her office in warm, soft colors, and her office had plenty of windows to maximize the sunlight in the usually dreary Scottish countryside.

Bellatrix's office belonged in the dungeons. The thick curtains were drawn shut around the sole window. The low torchlight left the room very dimly lit, and the dark furniture was all sharp, severe angles.

Bella's robes billowed as she sat behind her desk. She opened a drawer as Harry and Lily sat, making a point of placing the contract far away from Lily.

She steeped her fingers as she observed her lover read through the document, his eyes scanning quickly as he was obviously eager to sign. His mother, on the other hand, was clearly scrutinizing every word. She had taken the opportunity to lean heavily into her son, her finger on the parchment as she read as slow as humanly possible.

Bella contained her eye-roll this time. She would find nothing untoward in that contract. Bella had fantasized about slipping a marriage clause in there, resulting in Harry and her becoming engaged the moment he signed it, but she had never seriously considered it. She would have her young stud propose to her, preferably in public.

Lily reached the end of the document, pausing for a long moment before she finally spoke up. "I don't see a cancellation clause. There is no way for Harry to end this agreement!"

"You'll find-" Bella bit her lip to stop from snarling. "That there is no cancellation clause for either of us. I don't foresee a need for one."

"I don't either." Harry said quickly. Bella smiled, though the boy whittled a little under his mother's gaze. "I mean, why would I want to end it?"

"You never know, Harry. There are dozens of unforeseen circumstances. A cancellation clause protects the both of you!"

Harry had no clue how to answer that, and so he just cast his eyes downward and stared at the table. Bellatrix huffed as she grabbed the contract and turned it towards her. She jerkily waved her wand over it and a new paragraph was added to its length.

Lily wore a self-satisfied smile. She read through the short sentences three times before she nodded towards her son. "You can sign it, dear."

Harry signed his name on the dotted line with the blood quill. Bellatrix did the same with a sharp flourish and the parchment glowed for a moment.

"Well, if that'll be it, Harry promised to help me unpack. Didn’t you honey?"

"Y-yes," once again the boy looked over to Bellatrix apologetically, but Bella just waved him off calmly. "I'll see you in classes, Harry."

They exited the classroom and Harry sank his hands into his pockets, glad to be rid of the oppressive awkwardness that had permeated the room. It did suck that he'd missed spending time with Bella. He loved all that he and his mum did, but he'd loved his time with Bella as well, and wouldn't have minded a repeat.

He felt a piece of something in his pocket. He was about to pull it out thinking it was just a crumpled up old candy wrapper or something of the sort, before something told him to wait.

They entered Lily's office and Harry quickly excused himself to the bathroom. Once inside, he pulled out the piece of parchment he'd been palming and quickly unfurled it.

My office. Eleven.

Excitement coursed through him as he made sure to burn the note to a crisp.

…

When the doors opened and the students flooded the Great Hall, Harry was already seated at the Gryffindor table when his housemates showed up.

"Harry!" Ron shouted, Hermione following behind him with a soft smile. "We thought you'd gotten kicked out or something mate!"

Harry shook his head. "I missed the train. Thankfully I had someone to bring me in." He gestured towards the head table.

His friends looked over and their eyes widened. "Mrs. Potter is the new charms teacher? Oh this is so exciting!" Hermione squealed as they all settled in around him.

"Who are the foxes at the staff table?" Seamus asked from a bit further out. Harry bristled, glaring subtly at the boy as he stared at his mother and Bella.

Parvati elbowed him. "The redhead lady is Harry's mum."

"Wait, Harry." Ron narrowed his eyes. "Isn't that Bellatrix Black?" You couldn't be Harry's mate for four years and not know about the dueling champion.

"Yep," Harry answered with a smile.

"Why aren't you going bonkers?" He asked incredulously.

"I already met her. I'm actually her apprentice now."

"No way!"

Gasps and guffaws filled the Gryffindor table as everyone marveled at Harry, who basked in the attention. He liked being good at things, it was why he was top of their year in all the practical courses. He also enjoyed being praised for being good at stuff.

"Harry, that's amazing! I'm so jealous!" Hermione's good natured smile showed she was happy for him.

"Why'd you miss the train, Potter? Ego couldn't fit on the platform?"

Harry frowned, whipping his head to insult Malfoy, when he saw the dark-skinned boy and blonde girl smiling cheekily at him.

"Damn, you're getting way too good at that, Blaise." Harry said, the hand that had twitched over to his wand slowly dropping.

"Can't take full credit for that one. I actually used a voice changing spell." He said, sounding exactly like Draco Malfoy the entire way through.

"Jeez mate! Cancel that spell before we jynx you off reflex," Ron said.

Harry stood up and pulled Blaise into a tight hug, patting his friend on the back. As Blaise moved on to greet the rest of their friends, Harry turned to greet Daphne.

His breath hitched.

Daphne had always been cute. Harry had known her since they were little, their mothers setting them up on play dates as toddlers. She was Harry's first friend that wasn't family. In all those years, Harry had always known she was cute. Back in first year he'd teased her relentlessly when she'd tried to affect an 'Ice Queen' persona, telling her she was way too cute for it to work. Daphne had quickly given it up.

Now, as his eyes drank in her golden hair, her sapphire blue eyes and her pouty red lips, he realized that Daphne wasn't cute anymore. She was gorgeous.

Daphne brought her hand up and flicked him on the nose.

"Hey!" Harry grumbled as he put his hand to his face. "What was that for?"

"You were glitching out. Also, you haven't owled me in two weeks." She tried to play it off, but he could tell she was upset.

He and Daphne owled a lot during the summers.  Multiple times a week at the bare minimum. But he'd been so caught up with Bella and then his mum, he'd completely forgotten about everything else.

"I guess I deserve that." He said sheepishly, but Daphne's pout did not lessen.

"And?"

Harry let out an exaggerated sigh, though he had a genuine grin on his face. "We can go to the movie theater next Hogsmeade weekend."

Daphne smiled. "Make it this weekend and I'll forgive you."

"This weekend?" Harry blanched.

Daphne's smile turned evil as she hopped over the bench, inviting him to sit with her. "What, is baby Potter scared of a little rule breaking?"

Harry sat down next to her. "You know what the worst part is? I know what you're doing, but it's still working."

As the two teens sat and chatted away, ignoring the sorting going on around them, almost no one batted an eye. Daphne sat at the Gryffindor table so often, it was old hat by this point.

But two women at the staff table took a particular interest in the scene.

Lily had a soft smile on her face. She'd always liked Daphne, and it seemed that Harry had finally woken up to his best friend's beauty. She was just the right type of girl for Harry: smart, kind but also cunning and with more than a bit of bite to her.

Daphne idolized Lily almost as much as Harry did Bellatrix, so Lily was certain she could convince the girl to let her continue taking liberties with her son every once in a while. Maybe she'd even allow her to live with them when they got married.

At the other end of the table, wedged between Professor Hagrid and Professor Sinistra, Bellatrix was frowning.

She should have known this could happen. There were bound to be girls after Harry, she'd just hoped that after having been with a woman, he wouldn't give any of these little girls a second look.

But it seemed that this one (she'd have to find out her name) already had an in with him. As the sorting ended and the feast began, Bella stabbed at her food, thinking through her options as she saw the blonde girl laugh at one of Harry's jokes, her hand going to his shoulder for support.

Antagonizing the girl was out of the question. That might push Harry away from her. No, she just needed to rock Harry's world. Leave him wrapped around her finger to the point where the poor girl would just fade away from his life, a forgotten childhood friend.

Dumbledore stood and clinked his glass. All conversation ceased as everyone faced the Headmaster.

"This year will be a special one at Hogwarts. In the name of international cooperation, several events will be hosted by our school. I will go into more detail on these competitions and the rules as the month progresses. For now, just know that delegations from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang will be arriving at the start of October. I will provide you with more detailed information early next week."

This ignited more excited murmuring among the students.

"What kinds of competitions do you think they're talking about? Like obstacle courses?" Ron asked.

"If I had to guess, there'll be something with Quidditch and probably something with dueling too." Daphne said, throwing a sidelong glance at Harry after mentioning the second topic. The raven haired boy gave her a mischievous grin.

"Sounds like a good time to me."

Daphne rolled her eyes.

"I do hope they have something academic in there. Maybe a test of knowledge?" Hermione pondered.

"I seriously doubt the people organizing this thing have anything like that in mind." Blaise drawled, enjoying Hermione's pouty look.

If Harry didn't know any better, he'd think there was something going on between those two.

"Ten galleons says those two end up snogging before the year's out." Daphne whispered in his ear.

"You're on." He tried to ignore the shiver that ran up his spine when her breath had tickled his eardrum.

...

Later on that night, Harry snuck out of the Gryffindor common room, his cloak and map making it child's play.

He made it to the defense classroom early, early enough for him to decide a little prank was in order.

He knocked on the door to the office and pressed himself up against the wall. He heard the approaching footsteps, and then the door opened, thankfully more than wide enough for him to slip in.

Bella stood at the door with a seductive smile on her face, only for it to fall as she saw the empty corridor. Taking long glances down each side, she huffed before closing her door.

"Must be some little jokester. Better hope I don't catch him," she grumbled as she walked back into her office. She had a robe on, though Harry could see it was rather loose fitting, and he was very eager to see what was underneath.

Bellatrix took one more step before she stopped. Something wasn't right. She took a glance at the foe-glass on her desk, a gift from Alastor Moody that she'd brought with her because it added to the atmosphere, and saw it was completely blank. So she should be safe. But still.

She whipped around lightning fast and cast a wide arcing blasting curse. By modulating the power and casting it over a wide area, she'd turned it into more of a knockback jinx.

"Oomph!"

She heard the sound of a body crashing against the wall and instantly fired off a large iron horseshoe from her wand. The horseshoe perfectly trapped her invisible target, the prongs melting into the wall until she had her assailant completely pinned.

Bellatix tutted. "Who's come to make a name for themselves? Thought you could get famous from stealing Bellatrix's wand?" Whoever it was was still struggling to break free.

She cast a summoning charm on the cloak, but was perplexed when it didn't work. "Finito!" Nothing happened with that either, so they weren't under a disillusionment charm.

She reached the horseshoe and held her hand out until she felt a silky fabric. Grabbing on, she pulled off the invisibility cloak.

Her face twisted in glee as she saw her paramour looking up at her sheepishly, his wand arm flailing uselessly as his arms were constricted by the horseshoe.

"Wee little Potter wanted to pull a little prank on Bella?" She cooed, her face getting closer to his.

Harry groaned, struggling to breathe. "I-It seemed like a good idea at the time."

Bella raised her hand to his forehead, pushing his head back against the wall. "Oh, it was a marvelous idea."

She stuck her tongue out, beginning at his jawbone and dragging it all the way to his ear, where she began to nibble. Harry groaned under her ministrations as Bella's hand ran down his arm.

She pressed her lips to his ear, "I think I'll pull a prank of my own."

Her tongue dug deep into his ear canal. Harry gasped as Bella's hands moved south. She pressed her palm against his crotch, which was already beginning to ache with need.

"Hmm yes, I think a nice little practical joke is just what we both need." Her violet eyes looked at him with a danger that made Harry shudder in both fear and excitement.

Bella dropped to her knees, her face never straying from his body as she did so, only pulling back to avoid the horseshoe. Harry was still struggling against his restraints, mostly out of reflex, but his full attention was on Bellatrix's head of thick, curly hair as she dipped lower and lower.

Bella made quick work of Harry's belt and zipper, and soon she'd fished his hard cock out from his boxers. It was even bigger than she'd remembered. There was no way she could continue living without having this cock be hers, ready for her to use whenever she wanted.

She began jerking him off, her hand barely able to close around his thickness. His balls were engorged, and Bella decided that was as good a place as any to start.

Harry felt Bellatrix's lips close around his balls and he couldn't help but let out another moan of pleasure. "Bella!" He yelled as the dark haired witch sucked his sack into her mouth, letting her tongue circle around it while it was inside. She vacuumed him up until his ballsack was stretched almost to its limit, his left nut at the entrance of her throat as Bella continued to lather the skin up with her tongue.

"Ooh Merlin!" Harry squirmed, the sensation of Bella worshiping his balls driving him mad. Bella pulled back, allowing his sack to plop out of her mouth as she redirected her attention to his angry looking cockhead.

"Delicious." The dark haired witch whispered as she slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip. When she reached his head, she had to open her mouth wide to be able to engulf all of him inside her.

And he was still a growing boy.

That thought made Bella's pussy tingle as she pushed as much of his cock as she could down her throat, only managing to take half of him before she could fit no more. She made to swallow, causing the back of her throat to squeeze around the thick, sensitive head of his shaft as she wiggled her tongue as best she could around the underside of his cock.

She then began to jerk her head violently, gagging and glurking as she forced his cock down her lubricated throat, squeezing it shut tight to increase his enjoyment of her mouth pussy. Slobber began to splash out of the sides of the seal as she continued bobbing, her eyes turning red and her hair becoming disheveled as her movements became jerkier.

Harry's breath quickened as he felt his release approaching, but just as he felt a hot jet of cum ready to shoot up his cock, Bellatrix suddenly pulled back. It was with some difficulty, and it left her jaw smarting, but the older woman pulled his cock completely out of her mouth.

Harry groaned in frustration, his imminent orgasm receding as Bellatrix looked up at him with a mischievous smirk, which wasn't at all weakened by the line of slobber running down her chin and how frizzy her hair had become.

"Does ickle little Potter not like my prank? Well, too bad. I'm just getting started."

She dropped her robe, revealing her glorious naked body, with those wonderfully large tits and that fat ass. It boggled Harry how Bella had such a stacked MILF body while she'd spent her life being an athlete, and Lily had the toned, athletic body when she'd spent her life raising him and working from home.

Bella turned around and dropped to the floor, slowly rising as she dragged her succulent ass up his legs until her rump rubbed against his aching cock. Bella smirked back at him as she shook her rear against him, his cock trapped between her asscheeks.

"Tell me, Harry. How badly do you want to blow your load in my tight little kitty?" Bella cooed, grinding her ass harder as she spoke.

"P-please! Bella!" Harry begged, needing release.

Bella pulled away from him and bent over at the waist, looking up at him from between her legs, her tight slit soaked and inviting as she spread her lips for him.

She backed up onto him tantalizingly slowly. He could smell the musk her cunt emitted, could feel the heat it radiated as it closed in on his cock.

Bella's gushy pussy met his head and the woman couldn't hold back the satisfied moan as he split her lips apart. Bella bit her lips, holding back from just impaling herself on his hard meat.

On second thought, fuck that.

She sat herself back, letting his cock slowly sink into her until it bottomed out, his head hitting her cervix just as her ass bumped into his pelvis.

She heard him let out a long, gasping breath. Bella gyrated her hips, grinding her ass onto his front. Immobile, all Harry could do was watch mesmerized as this sex demon made his toes curl. Her cunt was impossibly snug, and it gripped him like it was holding on for dear life.

Bella had missed this. She'd missed it dearly. Her fingers and her memories were not adequate substitutes for this towering rod of meat that was spearing her. She felt her climax approaching, and since it served her purposes, she didn't try to hold it back, instead embracing the pleasure that wracked her whole body.

Harry felt Bella shudder around him, her cunt squeezing the life out of him. He was sure to cum now, finally able to relieve himself, and in the best way possible, by blasting the inside of a mature woman's womb with his seed.

But then Bellatrix pulled away again, her cunt releasing his cock with a plop. There was a slight moment where he thought it could be salvaged. He wouldn't get to cum in her, but he would still be able to cum.

Then he saw Bellatrix flash her wand and shoot a silent spell at him. His imminent climax fast approached, it knocked at the door… and then it never tipped over.

The hunk of metal keeping him pinned down loosened until Harry was back on his feet. Bella had put her robe back on, though loosely enough for Harry to still have a view of her large, milky tits and her dripping cunt.

"I think that's enough for tonight. Remember, tomorrow night's our first lesson, don't be late."

"W-what did you do to me, Bella?"

Her giggle never sounded as evil or as deranged as just now. "Oh, it's just a little prank. Don't worry, the counterspell is right here-" she rubbed her slit with her finger. "And I'll give it to you… tomorrow night. Now off you go, don't want to get caught past curfew!"

Harry sent her one last pleading look as she pushed him out of her office. He stood in front of her door in frustration, weighing the benefits of trying to break back in, before he draped his cloak over himself and returned to Gryffindor tower.