Dueling Hearts ch 6 (Patreon)

Daphne's obsession with films stemmed from her multiple visits to Harry's house, as well as the many times Lily had taken the two of them to the theater before Hogwarts.

Last year, Daphne had whined about how much she missed the movies. Harry being Harry, he came up with an elaborate plan to take her out to see a movie on a Hogsmeade weekend.

He'd worked it out with Madame Rosmerta. He would pay her five sickles in exchange for access to her floo. The barmaid had adamantly refused payment, but Harry finally convinced her that the five sickles would cover the butterbeers they weren't having because they'd scurried off to London.

A quick trip to the Leaky Cauldron later and Harry and Daphne had gone off to see a movie. It became a tradition, and they did it every other Hogsmeade weekend for the rest of the year.

Today felt different. For starters, they were sneaking out, which added some excitement to the whole ordeal.

Also, Harry didn't usually spend forty minutes in his dorm trying to find the perfect thing to wear. He had settled on a white polo shirt, dark jeans and white trainers. He'd put on perfume and wore a simple gold chain Sirius had gifted him.

He waited nervously at the statue of the one-eyed witch. He hadn't brought the Marauder's Map with him, so he had no idea how close Daphne was.

It was five minutes til ten when he saw her, wearing her robe but with a pair of red flats peeking out from under. He smiled, letting himself be once again mesmerized by her beauty as she approached.

"Hey," Daphne greeted, a soft smile on her face.

"Hey," Harry replied rather dumbly, unable to take his eyes off her.

"Well, we should head out before anyone walks by and wonders why we're standing by this weird statue." Daphne said with amusement, quite pleased to be under Harry's intense gaze.

"That's probably a good idea." Harry said, snapping out of it a little bit. He whipped out his wand and whispered, "Dissendium."

The hump on the statue opened up to reveal the secret passage. They both quickly slipped in, and at some point in there Harry felt Daphne's hand interlace with his own. He looked up to see a smile on her face, and he couldn't help but smile back.

They walked in comfortable silence until they made it to Honeydukes' cellar. Harry opened the trap door and, seeing that the coast was clear, they both quickly exited.

Hogsmeade wasn't deserted, but it was definitely much less crowded with no students around, though none of the adults bothered them as they walked. Harry guessed that with Fred and George constantly sneaking into the village throughout the year, no one here would bat an eye at a couple of students sneaking out of the castle every once in a while. Especially since it was a weekend, so it wasn't like they were skipping class.

They made it to the Three Broomsticks, and after receiving a knowing smirk from Rosmerta, they took the floo over to The Leaky Cauldron. Right before leaving the bar, Daphne took her robe off, revealing a tight red dress that left Harry's jaw hanging.

Muggle London always left Daphne awed, it was quite fascinating to witness the marvels muggles created despite, or maybe because of, their limitations.

The movies were a great example. The fact that they could create entire landscapes that looked and felt real, all without a single ounce of magic, was amazing. Meanwhile the magical world was practically bereft of any audiovisual entertainment.

"Hmmm, I heard 'The Mask' is good." Harry pointed at a poster showing a smiling, green faced man tipping a fedora.

"Comedy?" Daphne asked. At Harry's nod,  she smiled, "Sound like a good idea."

They bought their tickets, purchased a large bag of popcorn that Daphne quickly shielded from Harry, as well as the accompanying soda, and they were on their way to the dark theater.

It was a Saturday matinee, and the film had been out for over a month, so they found themselves in a completely empty theater. They settled into a pair of center seats, three rows from the back.

They were fifteen minutes early, so they weren't even showing trailers. Instead, the screen was dark and the theater lights were on.

Harry's hand reached over and took a large handful of popcorn. Daphne glared as she took her own, much smaller handful. "I've got my eye on you, mister. This has to last until at least halfway through the movie."

Harry gave her his best puppy-dog eyes while also quickly whittling down his handful of popcorn.

Daphne crossed her arms in a challenging manner, which pushed up her breasts. Harry's eyes were involuntarily drawn downward, and Daphne clearly noticed, a blush and slight smile forming on her face.

Harry decided to be bold. "You know, if you really want the popcorn to last, you should do it the Slytherin way."

"The Slytherin way?" Daphne raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, you know, underhanded tactics and all that. You should keep me distracted."

Her breath hitched. Harry inched his hand closer until it lay over her own, the skin on skin contact leaving him burning.

"And pray tell, Mr. Potter," her eyes were darkening. She licked her lips. "How would you propose I do that?"

"Let me show you."

Harry closed the distance between them, his heart thumping wildly. When he saw Daphne close her eyes, her lips pursing in anticipation, his heart leapt triumphantly. He closed his own eyes, and they lips met.

It was like fireworks. It felt so right, so perfect, Harry forgot that anything else existed besides Daphne's soft lips. The kiss was tender, and he didn't mind the slight tinge of salt from the popcorn.

He didn't try to push it, and so after an eternal moment, he pulled back.

Daphne was beaming at him, her blue eyes shining. She brought her hands to his face, her soft palm feeling heavenly as she rubbed her thumb on his cheek.

This time it was Daphne that leaned in, and Harry closed his eyes once more as their lips connected. Harry brought both his hands to her face, cupping it as they pressed closer. It was Daphne's tongue that probed for access, and Harry happily opened his mouth, letting their tongues meet in the middle.

The light that filtered in through his closed eyelids faded and then completely disappeared. Then a new, white light sprung to life, sound blooming from the theater speakers as they heard the projector begin running behind them.

They finally broke the kiss. Harry hoped he didn't look too goofy with the massive grin on his face, but Daphne didn't seem to mind.

"I've been wanting to do that since forever," she whispered as the first trailer began showing.

"Oh really? Since how long ago exactly?" Harry asked with curiosity.

Daphne pondered it for a moment before she answered. "I'd say since we were eight. Remember that day? You played the prince, I was the princess and 'Tori was the dragon."

Harry snorted. "Hah, yeah. Astoria took her dragon role really seriously, kept coming up with reasons for why I hadn't actually slain her."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

Daphne tilted her head, "When did you know you liked me?"

Harry thought for a long moment. Consciously, he'd not thought about Daphne romantically until these past few days, but the more he thought back, the clearer it became that he'd been in heavy denial.

He'd always cherished her above all his other friends. He'd glared at boys who showed even a modicum of interest in her. For Merlin's sake, he'd instigated a duel with Cormac McLaggen back in second year because the boy had made a pass at her. McLaggen had spent a week in the Hospital Wing afterwards.

"I think I'm just now realizing it…but probably from the day I met you." He whispered.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but her smile never left. "Typical answer,"

Harry grinned. "It's the truth."

Daphne put her head on his shoulder.

They sat back in silence and watched the trailers. Then the film began.

Most hormonal teenagers would spend half the movie with their lips firmly attached to each other, especially in an empty theater.

But Daphne was a movie buff, and she refused to tear her eyes away from the screen for even one second. Harry was content with alternating between watching the movie and watching Daphne as she was captivated by what was being projected on screen.

"That was wonderful! That Jim Carrey guy was really funny!" Daphne raved as they left the theater.

Harry smiled. They were holding hands again. It was such a small thing, but having Daphne's hand firmly secured in his own lifted him up into the clouds.

"Do you think it really exists?" She asked.

"What?"

"The Mask of Loki. I bet it's a real magical artifact!"

Harry shrugged. "Might be. We could try to find something in the library, or mum might know. But I doubt it does anything like in the movie, otherwise some Dark Lord would have already used it."

Daphne nodded. "Still, it would be nice to know. I'll ask Lily."

It was mid-afternoon, they were walking aimlessly through London, and a restaurant caught Harry's eye.

"Hey, lets grab a bite to eat before heading back," Harry said, pulling Daphne along as they headed towards a storefront.

Daphne's eyes were filled with wonder. "I can't believe it! It's actually real? I thought it was one of those made up muggle fantasy things like blue milk."

In the center of the table, on top of a metal saucer, was a large pepperoni pizza.

"Believe me, it tastes even better than it looks." Harry said, already grabbing a slice for himself.

Daphne watched as Harry ignored the utensils and folded his pizza in half before biting into it. "Huh," she mused.

With some trepidation, she grabbed a slice of her own and mimicked Harry. It took only one bite before her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head, "Merlin and Morgana! This is incredible! Why don't they have this at Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head. "A real tragedy."

"We're together, by the way. Boyfriend and girlfriend." Daphne blurted out, eyes boring into his own. "Just thought we'd skip all the awkward 'what are we' stuff."

Harry grinned. Grasping her hand in his own. "Have I ever told you how brilliant you are?"

"Not nearly enough,"

They made it back to the castle late afternoon. If anyone had been wondering where they'd gone off to, the sight of the two of them holding hands in public quickly put that to rest.

Harry grinned as many of the boys shot him jealous looks. He also caught Susan's eye, who seemed to be really sad for some reason.

They bumped into some of their friends at the library. Ron, Hermione, Blaise and Tracey were studying. Well, Hermione was studying, everyone else was shooting the shit.

When Harry and Daphne walked up to them hand in hand, Blaise whistled while Hermione and Tracey beamed.

"Blimey Harry, finally! I thought we were gonna die of old age before you made a move." Ron said loudly.

"I thought the Cannons were going to win the league before he made a move."

"Watch it Zabini!"

Harry and Daphne shared a smile as they sat down with their friends, basking in their new relationship.

…

The Harry and Daphne news spread rather quickly. It took only an hour after their reappearance for the entire castle to know.

And so it was that a disgruntled Bellatrix Black sat in her office, waiting for her lover/protégé.

She knew she had to play this cool. Harry was a catch and a half. She should have expected for something like this to happen. It was just teenage romance.

She could not burn her bridges by acting miffed. She needed to keep her avenue to Harry open, and that meant maintaining sexual contact.

Which was why she was once again wearing the partially open robe, her naked breasts and pussy peeking out from the loosely secured garment.

There was a knock at the door and she steeled herself. "Come in,"

Harry walked in, looking as nervous as the first time he'd met her. Bella was glad to see his eyes turn hungry as he saw her state of dress. The situation was still in her control.

"Harry, you made it." Bella said with a smile, closing the distance between them.

She placed a hand on his face and, ignoring his hesitation, pressed her lips against his own. Harry froze for a moment, but only for a moment. Soon he was returning her kiss with passion, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, pressing her soft curves against his body.

Bellatrix smiled into the kiss. She began walking backward, pulling Harry to her chair. She turned them around and put a hand on Harry's chest, pushing him down onto the chair.

Bella smiled demurely as she did a little striptease for him, her body swaying side to side as she pulled her robe back to her shoulders, presenting her large breasts to him.

"Bella-" Harry looked conflicted as Bellatrix dropped her robe completely, spinning around so he could see her wonderful curves in full.

"You're a bit overdressed, Harry."

Harry looked down at himself, turning a bit red at the tent in his pants, before he looked back up at her. "Bella, I…I have a girlfriend now."

Bella bent over the chair, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "That's wonderful, Harry."

"You're not mad?" He asked in shock.

Bella shook her head, despite actually being quite miffed at the whole situation. "Why would I? I told you you were special, Harry. It's not a shock you've got girls chasing after you. You deserve all the love you need. Now, let me get rid of these pesky clothes."

Bella didn't have her wand, but all it took was a bit of concentration and she wandlessly ripped his clothes off him, though this time they were actually torn instead of vanished.

"Hey! I liked those pants," Harry complained, even while his cock twitched as Bella grabbed onto it with her soft hands.

"I'll buy you a new pair, lover boy." She purred.

She stroked him for a few moments before stepping forward onto the chair, lining her cunt up with his rock hard cock.

They'd done this multiple times now, yet the anticipation was the same every time. There was no way she was ever going to relinquish this cock.

Before Bellatrix could sink down onto his length, Harry held her in place. She felt irritation rise through her, thinking he was still hesitating because of his girlfriend.

"Bella, can you sit on my face first?"

A thrill ran up her spine. "Should we lay down somewhere?"

Harry shook his head, "I'll hold you up,"

She was slightly doubtful. Harry wasn't skinny, but Bella was a thick, mature woman, and the chair he was sitting on looked like it would tip over at the slightest shift.

But she wasn't one to think things through before jumping into them. She bit her lips excitedly as she gingerly placed her feet on the armrests, tentatively finding her balance.

Harry chuckled.

"What's so funny?" She glared.

"Magic," was his simple response. At her raised eyebrow, he summoned his wand. He waved it, murmuring a familiar incantation, and Bella's foothold suddenly felt much more solid.

"A sticking charm," she whispered as Harry dropped his wand on the floor.

He nodded with a grin. "On your feet and on the chair, too."

Bella let out a breath. "Oh, my strapping young protégé, you really know how to get me going."

With no need to worry about stability, Bella squatted down without care, punching Harry's face with her pussy.

Harry grabbed onto her asscheeks, squeezing them hard as his tongue delved deep into Bella's treasure. Bella's hands squeezed his head as she ground herself onto his face as Harry made love to her cunt with his lips and tongue.

Bella took a hand off his head to tweak her nipple, leaning back as she held onto his head with her left, sliding her pussy up and down his face while Harry devoured it, his nails digging into her asscheeks.

The entire situation was too stimulating for her to last long. Soon Bella's grinding went from sensual to jagged. Harry smelled blood in the water and he focused his attack on her clit, moving his head with his tongue as he covered it in his spit, licking it from every angle.

Bella pushed his face into her pussy hard as she came, her cunt spasming as he clit sent a wave of vibrations through her entire body. She screamed out her orgasm as Harry continued to lap at her, letting her juices flow freely onto his waiting face.

"I-I need to sit down!" She gasped as her legs began to tremble.

Harry fumbled around for his wand until he finally found it. He grasped it and hastily canceled the sticking charm.

The chair wobbled instantly, and before he could try to do anything to salvage the situation, they fell backward, with Bella falling into a heap on top of Harry.

"Merlin…that's going to hurt for a while." Harry groaned as his back began to ache.

Bellatrix snorted. Harry chuckled and then the two of them began to giggle, which turned into uncontrollable laughter as they picked themselves up.

"Didn't stick the landing I'm afraid, lover boy." Bella quipped, as she looked Harry over.

Harry was twisting side to side, clearly not much too worse for wear. But Bella's eyes were drawn to the thick, stiff cock, bobbing with every movement.

Making sure Harry didn't notice, she summoned her wand and opened the door to her bedroom. Then, she made a show of aiming her wand directly at Harry's chest.

The boy startled and looked at her in confusion. "Bella?"

She grinned evilly. "Depulso!" She said with glee.

Harry was thrown back, very very far. Far enough to pass through the door frame and crash onto Bella's soft mattress.

"Ooomph!" The wind was knocked out of him when he fell, but he didn't have any time to find his bearings, not when a curly haired vixen jumped on him, her cunt engulfing his cock in one motion.

What followed was a tumble. Like their first time, it was a fight for dominance, but it was much more back and forth than the first time. They rolled, twisted and spun around in the bed. Bella began to bite and rake him with her nails, Harry's hand shot out and grabbed her neck, squeezing hard. He never let go of his grip, but it didn't make her attack any less relentless, if anything it invigorated her.

At one point Harry was on top, able to get three good powerful thrusts into her pussy before Bellatrix's hand reared back and she slapped him hard across the face. Harry backhanded her across the face, worried that he'd knocked a tooth loose before disregarding that concern when he saw the loopy smile that formed on her face. His hand joined the first one around her neck, and Bella's face turned purple while they bucked against each other.

She raked her nails down his chest, drawing blood and a hiss as Harry put more pressure on her neck. Harry fucked into her as hard as he could, but Bella was bucking back just as hard.

It was when darkness began to creep into her vision that it happened. Her world exploded in colors as the greatest orgasm of her life overwhelmed her. At the same time, Harry grunted as his cock exploded, shooting concentrated jets of cum deep into her cunt.

Harry collapsed on top of her. The hands on her neck were gone, and she could breathe again.

Neither of them moved for quite a while.

…

At the same time as Harry was meeting Bella, Daphne was paying a visit to Lily's chambers.

"Daphne! I heard the news!" Lily wrapped the blonde girl in a tight hug, a bright smile on her face.

Daphne for her part was blushing. She'd always looked up to Lily, and though she knew she was getting very ahead of herself, there was no one else she'd rather have as a mother-in-law.

"Imagine, I could end up being your mother-in-law!" Lily beamed.

"Lily!" Daphne chided, her blush deepening.

Lily put a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, it's just… oh I always knew you and Harry were perfect for each other!" She wrapped the girl up in another tight hug. Daphne returned it, trying to ignore the warmth rising up within her as she felt the older woman's body up against her own.

It had been Daphne's dirty little secret for so many years. As ashamed as she felt about it, she couldn't deny her feelings. For as long as she'd had a crush on Harry, Lily Potter had made Daphne's body tingle in a special way for just as long.

"I would love that." Daphne said after a moment. "For you to be my mother-in-law."

Lily smiled down at the girl as she pulled away from the hug to look down into Daphne's blue eyes. Figuring that now was as good a time as any to start planting the seeds, she stroked Daphne's hair.

"When you do get married, you wouldn't mind if I stay over every once in a while, right? I wouldn't be intruding?"

Daphne gasped lightly, picturing Lily having a room in her house. Catching Lily in the hallway after a shower, only a towel separating her from the redhead's body.

Daphne's face reddened deeply. "I-I wouldn't mind at all."

Lily was taken aback by Daphne's reaction. It didn't make sense, unless…

Her eyes widened, it couldn't be!

"What if I lived with you?"

"L-Lived?" Daphne stuttered, her eyes wide as dinner plates.

Lily felt heat rising up her own neck. "Harry would inherit Potter Manor, obviously. I could just stay put." Lily placed her hand on Daphne's neck. The visible shiver from the blonde girl was the final proof she needed. She began stroking the back of her head with her fingers. "We could have a lot of girl time,"

Daphne's breathing quickened and her eyes began to glaze and Lily decided to throw all caution to the wind. She pulled Daphne towards herself and she claimed the young teen's soft lips with her own.

Daphne gasped into the kiss, but she did not fight at all as Lily wrapped her arm around her waist. When Lily probed with her tongue, Daphne opened her mouth to allow her access.

They were dancing around each other as they kissed, their feet shuffling as their bodies pressed together, heat gradually rising and adding to the intensity of their kiss. Their soft lips molded together, their tongues tangled in a sensual embrace.

Finally, Lily pulled back from the kiss, more than a bit shocked by just how much she'd loved it. It felt different from kissing Harry, but just as lovely.

"Lily…w-w-ha-" Daphne was coming out of her haze, the realization of what had just happened hitting her.

Lily pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh, it's alright Daphne. We both want this."

"B-but… Harry…"

Lily's face turned serious. "Tell me one thing, Daphne. Do you truly love my son?"

Daphne reeled back as if slapped. "Of course I do! I love Harry with all my heart! It's just… I think I love you too." The last part was a whisper, but Lily heard it loud and clear.

She smiled. It would have been a problem if Daphne had just been using Harry to get to her this whole time, but the girl genuinely loved her son. "Then it won't be a problem. Believe me, Harry won't mind at all."

"How can you be so sure?" Daphne asked incredulously.

Lily shook her head. "We can talk about that later, Dear. Right now-" her eyes ran down Daphne's perfect little body. "I have other things occupying my mind."

Any further argument was snuffed out by another kiss from Lily, this one more aggressive than the first. Their hands were a whirlwind, and before she knew it Daphne had a hand under Lily's shirt, cupping her breast. For her part Lily had managed to slip a hand down the front of Daphne's pants, where she was met with a growing wetness.

Daphne whimpered as Lily's fingers began to rub up and down her slit, becoming coated in her slick secretion. Their kiss broke, but they remained with their faces pressed together as Lily slipped a finger into her tight, virgin cunt.

Daphne let out several gasps as Lily's fingers explored her pussy. Their lips were millimeters apart, and Lily savored each and every one of Daphne's little mewls as she twirled her index finger, which was buried up to the knuckle.

Daphne's tongue was hanging out as she continued panting and moaning in pleasure, her stimulation of Lily's breasts forgotten as she could do nothing but squeeze Lily's tit while the older woman fingered her.

Not that Lily minded. This was all quite exquisite for her. As she saw Daphne's cute little tongue hanging out, she couldn't help but lick it with her own tongue, leading to another passionate snog.

She needed more.

She broke the kiss once more and dropped down to her knees, dragging Daphne's pants down in one swift motion.

It was a magnificent view. Not just because of the succulent little cunt that was now revealed to her, but because she could see under Daphne's shirt, where her perky breasts and stiff pink nipples were in full view.

"Take off your top." Lily demanded as she placed her hands at either side of the girl's hips.

Daphne did as she was told, removing her top to leave her completely nude. Her breasts were a bit more than a handful, not large but noticeable, adding to her budding figure. Lily's mouth watered, and she decided to take her growing lust out on Daphne's little cunt.

Daphne looked down at this scene from a dream, as the lush red hair and green eyes of her best frie-boyfriend's mother looked up at her.

She'd always thought that Lily looked like something out of a fairy tale.

Then Lily's gaze lowered and she buried her face in her pussy, and Daphne let out her loudest moan yet. Her hands reflexively went to her head, her lush, silky smooth head of thick auburn hair.

Lily held Daphne up by her ass as she devoured her sweet, tasty little cunt. Lily had eaten pussy back in her school days, having spent a few interesting nights in the Gryffindor girl's dorm, but this was so much more. Daphne tasted like a sweet nectar, with just a slight bitter tang that left Lily ravenous.

"Gods! Lily!"

Lily was sucking up her juices as her tongue swirled deep in her cunt.

"I-I'm cumming!" Daphne yelled as her first sexual experience proved too much for her. Lily felt a flood of juices fill her mouth and coat her face, and she happily gulped down all she could.

Daphne tried to stay standing as her orgasm exploded. Lily was standing up, making sure to continue holding the girl upright as she slid her body up.

Grabbing a hold of Daphne's arm, she smiled down at her. "Let's go to my bed, Daphne. I'm sure you want to return the favor."

…

"You see how she caught him there? That is the danger of elaborate casting. It wastes too much time. Any complicated spells, especially transfigurations, should be practiced hundreds of times before they ever see a live duel. No matter how good you may think you are, it only takes a split second of concentration for someone to catch you with something as simple as a stunner."

Harry nodded along to Bella's words.

They were lying naked on her bed, a pensieve projector set up so they could watch memories of old duels on the wall.

They'd seen three duels. Harry had seen all of them before, but Bella's perspective on them was eye-opening, giving him insights that even he as an obsessive fan of the sport would not have ever come up with.

It was also a lovely experience. It was sort of like watching movies with Daphne, in a weird way. Bellatrix was the only person he'd ever met that was as passionate as he was about the sport, and so in between her more technical comments they both also just discussed the duels from a spectator's point of view.

"Dunga was always going to be a bit too wild for Khan. He wasn't the best but he was very unorthodox. Some know how to deal with it, Khan didn't." Bella had commented after they'd finished watching what Harry had long considered an underrated duel, the semi-main event from a random Friday Night Dueling card in 85'.

Harry had smiled. "Yeah, Dunga was always one of my favorites. Lost as much as he won but always made things interesting. Always had some off the wall ideas."

"I'll admit to having taken inspiration from some of his moves. Though obviously I was a lot more meticulous with my execution. Remember, Harry, in the long run, the more organized duelist will always win out."

"Except for when you beat Hamada." He quipped.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Sometimes the playbook goes out the window."

He cuddled up to her then, meaning it as simply a tender gesture. But then he felt her breasts press against him once more, her scent assaulted him and he saw the marks on her neck from when he'd choked her, and his cock became stiff as a rock.

Bella felt it press against her and she shot him an incredulous look. "You're incorrigible."

"Can you blame me? I mean, look at you." He challenged.

Bella smiled, "come here,"

She fell back on the bed and Harry mounted her, sheathing himself inside her. This time the pace was gentle and caring as they began to make love.

An hour later, Harry mentioned something about curfew and Bellatrix told him to just spend the night. He readily agreed.

…

In Lily's chambers, the redhead had her legs spread wide open as a head of blonde hair was buried between them.

Lily mewled as Daphne ate her cunt, tweaking her breasts as the cute little teenager worshiped her.

She had no idea what time it was, but she already knew she would tell Daphne to just spend the night.