Dueling Hearts Ch 5 (Patreon)

The next morning, a grumpy Harry walked down the stairs to the common room. He kept adjusting his trousers, trying to hide the raging erection that wouldn’t go down no matter how much he filled his head with thoughts of Professor Sprout after a hot day in the greenhouses or Dumbledore flossing his teeth.

It hadn't been a good night. He had very vivid dreams. Erotic dreams featuring Bellatrix, Lily and Daphne, sometimes individually and sometimes all together. Visions of his mother’s sweet cunt, Bella’s soft breasts and Daphne’s pouty lips wrapped around his cock had left him thrashing and moaning all night. He tried rubbing one out in the shower but failed miserably, ending up even more frustrated than before.

"What crawled up your butt?" Hermione questioned upon seeing Harry's sour face. Harry responded with a grunt as the fourth year Gryffindors made their way down to breakfast. Ron patted him in the back, completely oblivious to what Harry’s problem was but figuring a pat in the back was the answer to all of life’s problems. It had been what his dad had done when he’d had to tell him he had a learning disability.

Harry stabbed at his food, shooting a glare over to Bellatrix, who gave him an innocent smile before returning to her own meal.

McGonagall handed out the time tables. He had Charms with the Hufflepuffs first period. It was a Friday, and it seemed that he wouldn't have Defense until the coming Monday, which meant he wouldn't be able to see Bellatrix until that night. He could try cornering her during lunch, but he knew that’d be an unsuccessful endeavor. Though by the time lunch came around, the idea might start sounding logical to him.

He stiffened as he felt Ron scoot over and someone sat down to his left. He caught a whiff of her freshly shampooed hair, smelling of sweet honey and pomegranate. He felt her body brush up against his own, his skin burning wherever her’s made contact. His breath hitched as she poked him on the side.

"Whatcha got? We're not sharing any classes till next week, unfortunately."

Harry knew it was a bad idea, but his head was already turning to face Daphne before he could even think to stop himself.

She looked stunning. Her lips were so full, Harry couldn't help but stare at them, how kissable they were, how wonderful it would be for her mouth to be wrapped around his cock, just like in his dream. She had such a pretty face, her porcelain skin unblemished, her blonde hair catching the morning light in a way that made her look otherworldly.

"Harry?" Daphne asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. He'd done it again, he'd been struck dumb by her, but this time he also had an aching cock that was driving him insane with lustful thoughts. Thoughts that had him debating over how much trouble he would actually get in if he bent Daphne over the Gryffindor table and just railed her in front of the whole school.

"I-I gotta go. See you later, Daph!" He got up from his seat, his food half-eaten as he made a mad-dash away from the Great Hall. He heard Daphne call out to him, but he just ignored her, pointing his wand backwards and summoning his bookbag.

From the high table, Bellatrix giggled.

...

"What happened back there? Why'd you run away from Daphne?" Hermione asked as she and Ron sat at either side of him.

Lily was at the front, a gentle smile on her face as her students filled the classroom. Thankfully, his mother was distracted enough working through the nerves of teaching her first class that she wasn't going to overhear them.

"I just had to go, 'Mione. It's nothing to do with Daphne." He lied.

"I get you mate. Nature calls, you gotta answer." Ron said as he reared back in his seat and patted his belly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, not believing for a second that Harry had suddenly needed to use the loo that badly. But she dropped the topic as the last person took their seat and Lily introduced herself to the class.

Class was enjoyable. Lily was a good teacher. They spent the class covering theory, but Lily managed to make it fun. She had both a deep understanding of charms, and an ability to transmit that information in a manner that was easily digestible for a bunch of fourteen year olds. The students took notes, and Lily quickly settled into a comfortable rhythm, as if she'd been doing this for years.

Class ended and everyone started shuffling out of the room. Harry collected his things, but before he could make for the exit, Lily called for him.

"Mr. Potter, if you could please stay back."

Harry froze. He knew he'd been distracted, but Bella's spell had him going mad with lustful thoughts. It didn't help that his mum looked so sexy, especially when he knew exactly what she looked like under those baggy robes.

Ron patted him on the back as he and Hermione headed out, sharing smiles and nods with Lily before exiting.

The door closed and they were alone in the classroom. Lily leant back against her desk, looking at her son with some amusement.

"You were distracted all class, Harry. I could tell. Is there a reason for that?"

Harry rubbed the back of his head, "sorry, mum. I promise it won't happen again."

Lily's eyes trailed down and Harry's face reddened, knowing that his hard cock was clearly visible despite how much he'd tried to hide it.

His mother's smile widened as she licked her lips. "I see, you need some relief, honey?"

Harry blanched, knowing Bella's spell would just make him more frustrated. "Mum, I have to go to the greenhouses!"

"Better make it a quickie then." She grinned as she sat on her desk. She hiked up her baggy robe, revealing that the only thing she was wearing underneath was a thin red thong. There was so little material, Harry wondered why she didn't just forgo underwear altogether, since the small strip of red cloth easily disappeared in between her pussy lips.

Her wet, gushing, hungry looking pussy lips.

Oh fuck.

Harry had never been put under the Imperius curse. But he doubted it was anywhere near as strong as the impulse that overcame him. Despite knowing it would just lead to more frustration, Harry walked up to his waiting mother, his belt loosened and his cock springing free through his zipper.

Lily smiled seductively as she fingered her cunt, becking him invitingly with her other hand.

"Were you daydreaming about fucking mommy? Is that going to be a problem the whole year, baby?" She purred as Harry stepped up to her, his hard cock pointing directly at her cunt.

They'd fucked like rabbits this whole past week, yet Harry's desire for her had not faded one bit.

Lily pulled the barely-there material off to the side. Fully exposing her delicious cunt to him.

Harry's breathing quickened. He grabbed on to her hips and pulled her to him brusquely, earning him a surprised squeal from Lily.

"Cmon, Harry. We don't have much time." Lily whispered seductively, leaning back on her arms as she took him in.

Harry groaned and thrust forward, spearing himself in his mother's hot snatch.

Maybe he could break through the curse? Just pound his mother so hard that not even the curse could hold back the floodgates of his release?

That single thought was Lily's undoing.

Harry growled, and then he began pistoning in and out of her pussy. Except that Instead of building up gradually, Harry set a manic pace from the very beginning.

"Ooh! Honey! Take it easy!"

But Harry didn't listen. He was determined to knock the back out of his mother's pussy in a vain attempt to find his own release. He rutted into her hard, letting his balls slap against her perineum as he battered down her walls.

Lily put her hands on his shoulders in an attempt to slow him down, but with every thrust and every impact of his cock with her womb, her strength and resolve drained rapidly. She ended up just wrapping her arms around her son's neck, moaning wantonly as he broke her pussy in half.

The sounds of slapping flesh filled the classroom, a sound that would have certainly been heard by the students waiting outside if not for Lily's well placed privacy charms.

"Oh…gods! HARRY!" Lily gasped into his shoulder, her nails digging into his back even through his robes as Harry chased his release.

But the more he pounded, the closer he got to what should have been a climax, the more frustrated he became and the more desperate he became for release.

"H-H-H-arry…p-p-p-please." Lily gurgled, her head drooping as her pussy contracted around him. Harry pounded on right through her orgasm, somehow finding even more momentum by the second, until his cock was almost a blur as it entered and exited his mother’s burbling sheath.

One particularly heavy thrust seemed to be it for Lily. The woman fell back, her entire body shaking as she slipped off Harry's dick. Harry had to hold onto her hand to stop her from falling off the desk.

As Harry stood there, his erection still bursting out of his pants and burning painfully, he sighed. He tucked himself back in, sat his mother down on her seat and cast a few cleaning charms to try to dispel the smell of sex that had now filled the room entirely.

"I have to go to class, mum. I'll see you later."

Lily was catatonic. Her fogged-over eyes weren't even able to focus on his own as Harry hastily left the classroom.

Outside, a bunch of first years were waiting nervously for their first charms class. Harry blushed.

"Err, just wait out here." He cast a locking charm behind his back just in case. "My class kind of made a mess in there. She's finishing up the cleaning and then she'll let you guys right in."

Harry left the confused mass of first years behind, knowing he needed to hurry if he didn’t want to be dangerously late to Herbology. Ten minutes late he could get off with a points deduction, anything closer to half an hour could net him a detention.

As Harry rounded the corner, he saw a short redhead headed for the same stairwell as him. A redhead that should already be in Herbology with him.

“You’re late too, Susan?”

Susan looked over at him, and for some reason her face turned a little red. “H-Hey Harry. A-Actually, I have a free period right now, I think you have Herbology with the Ravenclaws this year.”

Harry slapped his forehead. “Oh right, sorry, I forgot. I guess I’m going to have to work extra hard this year, now that I’ll be missing the best partner in the world.”

Susan had been his Herbology partner the past two years. It had been a godsend, as Harry had struggled to maintain interest in the class, but Susan had kept him engaged and managed to score them passing grades almost singlehandedly. Even if she sometimes struggled to even talk to him.

“H-Harry. Y-You don’t have to-” Susan stared at her feet, wringing her hands behind her back.

As the girl trailed off, Harry couldn’t help but notice just how prominent her chest was. It was like an optical illusion, as he hadn’t noticed it before, but once he saw it, it became so glaringly obvious that he wasn’t sure how he’d ever missed it.

He shook his head of those thoughts. Bella’s spell was really doing a number on him. “Sorry, Susan, gotta run! See you around!”

Harry dashed off as Susan held her hand up, stuck halfway through her own goodbye. She really needed to get herself together, this was supposed to be the year she worked up the courage to ask Harry out, and she still couldn’t string more than three words around him.

She just hoped finding her courage didn’t take too long, or someone else was bound to snatch him up.

...

An hour.

He only had an hour before his meeting with Bella.

After the incident with his mum and the run in with Susan, Harry's day did not get any better. He was of course late to Herbology, with Sprout accepting nothing less than a signed excuse. He took lunch in the kitchens, not wanting to risk any type of interaction with Daphne right now, and then sat through a painfully slow Transfiguration lesson.

Now he just needed to survive dinner. Dinner was all that stood between him and release.

He was near the entrance to the kitchens, his brain so scrambled that he paid no attention to his surroundings.

So he missed the blonde missile that pinned him to the wall.

"Ahhg!" He grunted, feeling a small ache on his shoulder. He looked down only for his eyes to widen in horror.

Daphne had her arms pressed against him, glaring up at him with a fiery intensity.

"What the fuck is going on, Harry?"

"Let me go Daph!" Harry struggled in her grip, though he didn't struggle too hard. Her scent was intoxicating, filling his senses to the point where it felt like he could taste Daphne on his tongue.

"Don't you Daph me, Harry James Potter." His heart sank as he saw tears begin to well up in his best friend's eyes.

"First, you don't write to me for weeks! Yesterday, you act all weird! Now, you've been avoiding me all day today! What the hell is your problem, Potter?!" She highlighted each point by poking him in the chest, surprisingly hard as well.

Harry squirmed under her gaze, needing to escape but unable to bear seeing Daphne like this.

If he would have been thinking logically, he would have come up with some sort of lie that made sense. Then tomorrow he would take her to the movies and make it all up to her, and things would be perfectly fine.

Instead, Harry spun them around with a burst of energy, pinning Daphne against the wall, holding her hands above her head. The blonde gasped, her eyes wide as they locked on his own, a maelstrom of emotions hidden beneath their sapphire depths.

"You want to know what my fucking problem is, Daphne?" Harry spat, his voice deepening to a tone that made her shiver.

"You are my problem. I try to have a normal day, but then you come around with your blonde hair and your gorgeous face and those lips I just want to-" he surged forward and claimed her lips in a rough kiss. Daphne gasped into it, but before she could react further, Harry had pulled back. "Lips I want to do that to. And your sexy little body that drives me insane."

He pressed himself against her fully, and Daphne let out another gasp as she felt something hard and heavy pressing into her center.

"H-Harry," she whimpered, goosebumps forming on her skin.

Harry snapped out of it. He jumped away from her, guilt building up inside of him.

"I…I need to go."

He rushed off. Daphne didn't move, staying up against the wall, waiting for her breathing to calm down.

...

When Bellatrix arrived at the door to her quarters, she saw Harry pacing back and forth, his face looking rather wild.

She smirked. "Was my prank a bit too much for ickle little Potter?"

Harry moved so swiftly, she didn't have time to react. He pinned her against the wall.

"Harry!" She hissed. "We're out in the hall. Everyone's coming up from dinner!"

In under a minute, a large crowd of Ravenclaws would be turning the corner, passing by this office on their way to their common room.

"I only need a few seconds." Harry croaked. He managed to vanish her bottoms, though she never saw him use his wand. Despite herself, Bella felt excitement well up inside of her. Before she could open her mouth to offer some token protest, Harry pushed himself inside of her.

And instantly exploded, unleashing a veritable gusher of cum inside her cunt.

Bellatrix let out a decidedly un-Bella like squeal as her pussy was pumped full of inhuman volumes of thick white goo. Her legs shook as the torrent quickly filled her pussy to bursting.

Harry kept Bella pinned as relief flooded him. His balls continued emptying, the excess flooding out of her pussy, running down Harry's shaft.

Through the haze they were in, Bella began to hear the distant sound of footsteps.

"Office, now!" She hissed.

Harry gave a start. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he carried her into the room, Bella opening the door with a wave of her wand, the door closing shut just as the first few students turned the corner into the hallway they had just been standing in.

All things considered, Harry's first lesson with Bella went brilliantly. After about fifteen minutes where she recovered from the gallons of cum he'd suddenly filled her with, they cleaned up and began his training proper.

Bella was all business when it came to his instruction. For the first thirty minutes they ran the same exercise as they had at her home. This time Harry managed to dodge much better, and though he still didn't hit Bella with a stinging hex, he got much closer than the first time.

Then Bellatrix tested his spell knowledge. His repertoire proved impressive for a fourth year, and Bella felt confident in introducing him to much more complex and dangerous magic.

"Next class, we'll be going in there," she gestured towards the pensieve behind her, "We're going to analyze a few duels."

Harry nodded along.

"I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then." She smiled, her eyes raking over his form.

"Err, can we make it tomorrow evening? I have something in the afternoon."

Bellatrix's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but she nodded all the same. "Be here at eight sharp then."

Harry smiled, giving her a kiss on the lips before he left her office.

Bellatrix sighed, her lips burning from the surprise kiss. It was kind of funny, after all the depravity they'd been engaged in, it was a peck on the lips that left her blushing and bashful.

She put a hand to her lower stomach, where she could still feel the cum he'd deposited in her sloshing around. She waded over to her bedroom, deciding that next time, she would insist he spend the night.

….

Harry plopped down on his bed, Ron's snores letting him know that his roommates were long asleep.

As he lay under his sheets, staring at the canopy of his four-poster bed, the events of the day came rushing back to him. His failed jerkoff session, breakfast, fucking his mother, his small conversation with Susan, kissing Daphne-

"Oh god!" Harry put his pillow over his face. He'd forgotten about that. Would Daphne even want to go on their movie date now? Would she even want to be his friend anymore?

"Harry Potter,"

The sound was so faint, for a second Harry thought he'd imagined it. It came from his trunk, which lay open by his bedside, and it sounded muffled.

Realization hit as he fished around in his trunk, pulling out the communication mirror, which had been wrapped up in an old sock.

Before opening the mirror, he wondered who it could be. Sirius? Doubtful. His mum was a possibility, though usually she went to bed pretty early.

He opened the mirror up and saw Daphne's angelic face staring back at him.

His heart leapt.

"D-D-Daph!" He exclaimed. Hoping he hadn't just woken up his roommates.

"I guess I timed it right." She giggled, twirling a strand of hair on her finger.

Harry smiled shakily. "Yeah, I got back like a minute ago."

"How did it go? Everything you ever dreamed of?" She asked teasingly.

It took a lot of effort to not blush at remembering how he'd hosed Bellatrix's pussy down.

He coughed.

"Yeah, yeah it was good. She made me try to hit her with stinging hexes. Missed every single one."

Daphne giggled. "She is as good as you always said, Har. I'm sure you'll get better."

The corner of Harry's mouth curled up. "Listen, Daph. About earlier…and yesterday I guess."

Daphne put a hand up to stop him, "Can we talk about it tomorrow? During our date?"

He noticed how she emphasized the word date. And he felt his cheeks flush as his throat suddenly felt very dry.

"Sure, wanna meet at the One-eyed Witch at ten?"

"Matinee? Empty theater? Sign me up!" She smiled.

Harry smirked, forgetting his previous awkwardness. "You better not hog all the popcorn this time, Greengrass."

Daphne gave an exaggerated eye roll. "I have to guard the popcorn, otherwise, you would scarf it down before the movie even starts."

"Hey! It's not my fault you eat so slow! Besides, it gets stale quick, by the time the first twenty minutes are up it's not good anymore."

"I'll be watching you, Potter," she pointed an accusing finger before they both devolved into laughs.

"Keep it down Daphne!" Someone, either Pansy or Tracey, yelled from the other side.

"See you tomorrow?" Daphne whispered, her eyes shining bright.

Harry couldn't help but smile broadly, he could stare at her face all night. In fact, he became so entranced by her that he didn't think his words through before speaking.

"Good night, beautiful,"

Daphne's eyes widened, a deep blush forming on her face, but also a smile that Harry swore made the mirror light up.

"Good night, Harry,"

They ended the call with much hesitation on both sides.

Harry stared dumbly at the canopy again, thinking about what had just happened. In just two days, Daphne had gone from his best friend to his potential girlfriend. He hadn't realized how happy that thought made him.

There was the pesky issue of his ongoing relationship with both his mentor and his mother, but Harry decided not to give it too much thought.