Dueling Hearts ch. 7 (Patreon)

The next week passed by in a whirlwind for Harry. Classes began to ramp up properly. Harry was at the top of his class in all the practical courses, and anything that involved waving a wand always came easy to him, but the theoretical load of all his coursework was never going to be easy, especially considering he was taking all of the 'difficult' classes.

Of course, he also had three women he had to juggle. Not that he was complaining.

He and Daphne were a couple, and the two spent almost every free period and evening together. It was pure bliss. They still acted as they always did with each other, joking, poking fun and being sarcastic, only now they snogged and hugged and held hands. It was brilliant, and Harry found himself falling deeper in love with her every day.

Then there was Bella. After that Saturday night where he'd slept over, they'd stayed in her room deep into Sunday afternoon. Harry had actually been surprised that neither his mum nor Daphne had asked about his whereabouts, though his other friends had.

During the week, he'd seen Bella during class, but they couldn't really interact much there, and while Bella was an excellent teacher one on one, she seemed to lack patience when she had to deal with anyone that wasn’t a prodigy like Harry, which was basically everyone else. This left classes feeling a bit tense, as students grew to dislike their grumbly, demanding professor. It was the complete opposite of their private lessons.

Merlin, those private lessons. They'd had two so far on Tuesday and Thursday, with the next one being on Saturday. Both of the weekday lessons were practical, and Bella would run Harry ragged. They'd make time to practice new spells and chain spells together. She would create short scenarios and force Harry to make critical split second decisions. In only two sessions, Harry already felt much stronger than he'd been before. He always ended their training sessions exhausted but satisfied.

Bella seemed more and more excited after each one. He was a quick learner, and it seemed that watching so many duels had led to him already developing some of the needed instincts and muscle memory; Bellatrix only needed to let it set in. She'd admitted to him that he'd progressed much faster than she'd expected, meaning they could move on to more advanced work.

Of course, after the training sessions, it was time for their 'sessions'.

Bella would refuse to give him a pepper-up potion, making up some crap about how he needed to build up his stamina. Harry didn't complain, he accepted the challenge and he and Bella would then fuck deep into the night, far too late for Harry to even think about returning to his dorm room.

He'd charmed his bed so that his curtains would close and a lump would appear in the bed after a certain hour, also adding in some light snoring sounds for effect. He'd always been an early riser, so when morning came and his roommates found his bed empty, none of them questioned it.

Then there were the other nights. On Monday and Wednesday he'd paid his mum a visit in her quarters. On Wednesday Daphne had tagged along but his girlfriend had left near curfew. That left Harry plenty of time to give his mother a nice helping of cock.

He didn't spend the night with his mum, unfortunately, she was too paranoid about them being found out.

Tonight was Friday night, and as Harry sat with Daphne at the Slytherin table for dinner, he considered giving his mother another visit afterwards.

Daphne squeezed his hand under the table and Harry turned to smile at her. She smiled back, and that cute face was too much for him to bear, he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips.

"And that's six." Blaise noted, writing something down on a piece of parchment while Tracey giggled.

"Huh?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"We're counting how many times the two of you just randomly start kissing during dinner. Tonight's already ahead of Tuesday, but yesterday still holds the record with twelve." Tracey said.

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance while Daphne glared. "You know, some would call the two of you pathetic. They might also call you jealous, seeing as neither of you idiots have anyone that would want to give you a kiss right now."

"Yeesh." Tracey said, a smile still on her face while Blaise laughed.

"What's so funny, Blaise?"

The boy shook his head. "We made that whole thing up. We haven't been counting your snogs, Daph, we just came up with it on the fly to fuck with you." He showed her the parchment where he'd been keeping his tally, which was actually just full of doodles.

Daphne huffed as her two friends laughed. Harry shook his head with a slight smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

At the head table, the Headmaster stood from his seat and cleared his throat, drawing all attention in the room.

"Now, as promised, tonight, I will be providing more details on the upcoming events at Hogwarts."

A hush fell in the room. Everyone had forgotten about the event that was supposed to take place this year, especially when the start of the week had passed by with no announcement from Dumbledore.

"I do apologize for the delay, but the details were still being finalized at the start of the week. I am happy to announce that in a few weeks time, on the first of October, we will be receiving delegations from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang schools of magic, who we'll be hosting for the rest of the year. Our three schools will compete in three separate events."

Dumbledore flicked his wand with a flourish, and a ghostly image of a quidditch pitch appeared above everyone's head in the middle of the Great Hall.

"One of the events will be a quidditch tournament. Tryouts for the Hogwarts team will be held over the next two weeks, with Madam Hooch making the selections. Madam Hooch will provide you with the finer details during tryouts, but just know that for obvious reasons, the house quidditch competition will not be held this year."

No one groaned in disappointment at their own quidditch season being canceled. Instead, there were dozens of faces exchanging glares and challenging looks as the spirit of competition blazed through the student body.

"Hah! Sucks for all those other losers. I'll definitely be made Hogwarts seeker. What a title! Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts seeker. Should put that on a pin." Draco gloated from a few feet away, though Harry ignored his delusional daydreams.

Draco wasn't terrible, but he definitely wasn't going to beat out Diggory. Heck, Ron's younger sister Ginny had impressed Harry with her flying last year, he wouldn't be surprised if the third year ran circles around Malfoy as well at the tryouts.

"We will also be holding a dueling tournament."

Harry perked up at this, shooting Bella a wide grin that the woman returned a bit more demurely.

"Professor Black will be in charge of organizing tryouts and will manage the Hogwarts dueling team. I will note that participation in the dueling tournament will be restricted to fourth years and older. Tryouts will be held starting this Monday"

Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he was the only reason the age limit had been set at fourth year and not fifth or sixth. Not that he was going to complain, he knew he was the best damn duelist in the school, and he was going to do his best to beat whatever Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had to offer.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily before the final announcement, "Finally, each school will be organizing a play. This play will be staged at the end of term in June, but casting and rehearsals will run throughout the entirety of term. In this, Professor Potter has been kind enough to take the lead."

Lily smiled weakly, still not fully comfortable with this responsibility.

There was a deep silence at this announcement. Some of the purebloods didn't even know what a play was. Others knew, but were completely flabbergasted by the idea of actually staging one at the school.

Harry had mixed feelings. As he turned to see what Daphne thought, though, he saw his girlfriend was not conflicted at all.

Daphne's eyes were lit up like shining blue sapphires, her shoulders shaking as she was bursting with excitement, her mouth slightly open and her lips curved into a smile.

"I take it you're going to audition, Daph?" Harry asked with a hint of amusement.

Daphne turned to him, her grin turning wicked. "Oh no, my dear Harry, we're going to audition."

"Huh? But I'm gonna go for the dueling!" Harry said.

"You're a smart boy, you can juggle some dueling with some acting. Come on, Harry, it's like how we used to play when we were little, and like how we act out scenes from the movies!" She gave him wide, puppy dog eyes, and Harry knew he was screwed.

It was true. Harry had always liked playing make believe with Daphne, and their love for movies had led to them regularly reenacting scenes whenever they were bored. He'd found great enjoyment in that, but to act in a play in front of everyone?

The more he thought about it, and the more Daphne's eyes melted him down, the idea didn't seem so bad. Besides, his mum seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing, it'd be a good idea to help her out.

…

"YOU WHAT?"

Bellatrix was positively fuming, her glare intense enough that Harry was actually afraid she might be able to burn a hole through him.

All things considered though, telling her in bed was the right choice. If he'd told her during training, she would have probably tortured him for an hour. Here, no matter how angry she was, it was hard to be intimidated when his cum was still leaking out of her pussy and her erect nipples were staring him in the face.

"It'll be fine, Bella." Harry assured.

"It'll be fine? You'll be out playing make believe when you should be training to win this damn tournament!" She hissed.

"You know I'll be training! Just our sessions will be more than enough, but you know I won't stop there." Harry grabbed onto her hands, and Bella hated how he could mollify her so easily. Even now she could feel her anger receding as his hands squeezed her own. It was extremely frustrating.

"You said yourself that there won't be much homework this year to help everyone participating. And I promise I will always put dueling first, no matter what." He promised, staring deep into her violet eyes.

Bellatrix huffed in frustration. She pulled her hands away from his as she stood from the bed.

"Bella, come on!" Harry begged, thinking she was angry at him.

Bellatrix slipped a robe on while her wand flew to her outstretched hand. "You are keeping your pretty little arse in that bed until I come back, and you should thank your stars that your arse is so cute."

"Where are you going?" He asked, relieved that she wasn't mad at him anymore.

"I'm going to have a talk with your dear mother." She put a finger to her lips before he could even dare say something. "You stay here and get that cock ready, because I am riding it raw the moment I get back."

And so Bella left a stunned and horny Harry in her quarters. As she walked through the cold, drafty halls of Hogwarts, she realized that in her haste, she'd barely gotten dressed.

She wore nothing under her loose fitting robe, and she was barefoot. She had her wand, so she could easily conjure up some clothing for herself, but she decided against it. Let Potter see her state of dress, make her speculate about whether her son had played a part in it.

She didn't run into anyone as she made her way over to Lily's quarters. As she stood at the entrance, Bella cracked her neck before she rapped her knuckles firmly on the door to the Charms Mistress' quarters.

She swore she heard a pair of gasps, followed by some quick shuffling of feet and a door slamming shut.

She tapped her foot impatiently, not at all averse to the coldness of the hard, stone floor after another night of intense fucking. Thinking of fucking, and feeling Harry's latest load sloshing around in her cunt, made her all hot and bothered once more. She had to remove those thoughts from her mind as the door finally swung open for her.

Lily was wearing a robe similar to hers, though white in color instead of black. The redhead had her arms crossed and had an uncomfortable expression on her face. Moreover, as the air from inside wafted out, Bella could feel a very familiar scent, a scent she was sure she herself reeked of, the smell of sex.

"Bellatrix?" Lily asked guardedly.

Bella smirked. "I'd like a word with you." She stepped in through the door before Lily could react, and the woman closed the door behind her angrily.

…

Daphne was peeking, she couldn't help it. She'd been eating Lily out on her desk when they'd been interrupted by the knock. She'd quickly been ushered into Lily's room, but as Lily had rushed over to answer the door, Daphne had managed to crack the door open just enough.

She gasped as Professor Black stepped in. The woman was wearing a very loose fitting robe, and within just a few seconds Daphne got a flash of one of her large tits.

Professor Black had quite the body on her. Not to say that she preferred it over Lily's, but she could appreciate the female form, and as her eyes trailed downwards and she saw the woman's juicy cunt peeking out, she couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like.

"A word? About what?" Lily asked the woman. Lily had dressed so haphazardly, she was providing a similar show to Bella. It was weird how neither woman acknowledged their state of undress.

Daphne could still smell the sex in the air, all of this just made her so horny.

"My protege, of course." Bellatrix said with a superior air.

"What about Harry?" Lily began to sound hostile, and Daphne felt herself sharing those emotions. What did the Professor need to discuss about her man?

"It seems that you have gotten into his head and made him join in on your little game of make-believe. While I can't stop him, I want to make sure you understand that dueling comes first."

Lily bristled. "Wow, very diplomatic. With those manners, I can see why you drive all the fans away from your sport."

Daphne audibly gasped at the insult, though thankfully neither woman heard it.

"Watch your tongue, Potter."

"You are in my quarters, demanding things of me related to my son."

"If you know your son, then you will realize what he actually wants."

"Regardless of what you may think, I didn't tell Harry to audition for the play. He came up with that on his own! As a colleague, I can promise to make it so that our schedules alternate so he may attend both. I'm sure Harry won't be the only one trying out for two different events."

Daphne saw the dark haired woman glare at Lily once again, and she realized just why Harry had been so obsessed with her. She had a presence about her, a commanding aura that made Daphne want to crawl up to her in submission.

"Fine." Bellatrix hissed, before her face turned cruel. "By the way, your partner is peeking through the door."

Daphne jumped back as Lily's head snapped towards her. Daphne sprinted to the bed, jumping under the covers and turning away from the door.

Lily didn't come for another few minutes, but when she did, the older woman sighed audibly. Daphne felt her familiar weight on the bed and then a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"She couldn't tell who you were. She does know I'm fucking a student."

Daphne panicked. "Is she going to blackmail you?"

Lily pressed her head against the back of Daphne's own as she pulled the girl's body tight against her front. "No, to her it just makes us even."

"Even?" Daphne asked.

Lily sighed once more. "It's complicated."

Daphne turned in her embrace until she was facing Lily. The redhead looked down at her with sad eyes. Daphne wanted to ask her to elaborate, ask her what exactly she meant.

Instead she kissed her, and the two women got tangled in each other once more.

…

Monday rolled around and in every common room, the notice boards were crowded as everyone saw the newly posted schedules.

Quidditch tryouts would be in the evening on Wednesdays and Fridays. Dueling tryouts were Tuesdays and Thursdays. The initial audition for the school play was going to be held tonight, with another one on Saturday.

"Ron, there's not a chance on this earth that you'll make keeper. You haven't even been able to make your own house team!" Seamus said. Some might call his words rather insensitive, but they'd all had their fill of Ron's quidditch delusions over the years.

"I've been practicing over the summer. I'm going to prove a lot of you gits wrong." Ron grumbled, a look of determination on his face.

Harry wished his friend the best, but he very seriously doubted he'd be able to beat out any of the three already established keepers. Ron had always had issues with coordination and reaction speed. The boy was always more at ease in situations where he could sit back and think at his leisure, not when split-second decisions were involved.

"I am sooo excited for tonight." Daphne slipped into the seat next to him and Harry's hand instantly wrapped around hers. Their eyes met and they both smiled. Harry gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and Daphne closed her eyes, both of them feeling the deep tingling that the kiss left behind.

"Merlin, we could have a manticore raging about and you two wouldn't even know." Ron said as he piled food onto his plate.

"I think it's cute." Hermione beamed, shooting Ron a glare.

Harry squeezed Daphne's hand as he resigned himself to eating with his off hand. It was good practice anyways, being ambidextrous was an advantage during a duel.

"Man, you're super whipped, Harry." Dean joked as he grabbed a handful of grapes.

Harry and Daphne shared a look. The boy shrugged. "I've got no problem saying that I am." He squeezed her hand and the blonde beamed at him. Most of the boys around them groaned while the girls swooned.

After breakfast, they walked hand in hand over to the staircase. "I've got Herbology." Daphne bit her lip, not wanting to be apart from him.

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. "Why don't we meet up at the audition hall instead of dinner? I bet mum’s gonna need help setting this whole thing up."

Daphne swallowed at Harry's words. Harry didn't know that Daphne had helped Lily plan out the first audition last night, in between other activities.

She felt a twinge of guilt. Her feelings were muddled. She loved Harry with all her heart, she wanted to marry him, spend the rest of her life with him.

But she also loved his mum, and the nights she spent in her arms were the greatest of her life. Could she really keep doing this? Be with Harry while also carrying on a romance with Lily? Anytime she considered the moral aspect of it, she went to Lily and was driven to an insane orgasm, or she was wrapped in Harry's loving arms. She couldn't give either of them up.

Shrugging off those thoughts, she pecked Harry on the lips. "That sounds perfect."

They split up and went to their respective classes.

Right before lunch, Harry surprised Bella by showing up to her classroom right after her fifth years had left. Bella raised an eyebrow when he walked in, up until he pushed her onto her desk and knelt in front of her, his hands at her legs.

"What brought this on?" She asked, her lip quivering upward.

"I wasn't going to see you today otherwise." He grinned as he moved her panties to the side, exposing her beautiful cunt.

Harry dove face first into her pussy, eating hungrily at Bella's quim while she sat on the desk, her hands on his head.

It was a quick moment. Bella came and Harry lapped her up before leaving for the Great Hall, but it left her heart fluttering. He'd come to see her outside of their usual meeting times. He'd pleasured her because he'd wanted to, because he couldn't bear letting a day pass without being with her.

…

The rest of the day passed by quickly, and soon Harry found himself in the large ballroom style chamber that Lily had selected for auditions.

Harry had never seen this room before. He didn't even know there were chambers this large outside of the Great Hall. It had high ceilings, and besides the stage that had been erected in the center of the room, it was basically empty, with only a few small chairs lining the edges.

Lily was pacing back and forth up on the stage, clearly nervous. She had a rolled up piece of paper in her hand and she was mumbling to herself.

Harry had told Daphne to meet up with him here later, since he wanted to speak with his mum alone. In reality, he'd wanted to relieve some of her stress before auditions began. His mum didn't handle stress very well, and it was his duty to help her out.

"Honey, you're here early." Lily said as she saw her son enter stage left.

"Just want to help out, mum." Harry answered.

Lily checked her watch. "Auditions aren't for another hour or so. You don't have to worry, sweetie. I've got this under control." That said, Lily began to look worriedly at the papers she had assembled, appearing decidedly non in control at all.

Harry walked up to his mum and placed both hands on her shoulders. Lily stiffened, but relaxed instantly as Harry began to massage her back.

Harry pushed her towards the edge of the stage, where he forced her to sit as he continued his massage. "You need to calm down, mum. No one here knows anything about this stuff either. They won't when you screw up."

Lily snorted. "Very kind words," but despite herself, Harry's words, along with his ministrations, did help take some of the edge off.

Harry removed one of his hands long enough to grab his wand and cast a good locking and privacy charm at the door.

"Harry!" Lily protested, her voice weakening as Harry resumed his massage, scooting behind her until her ass was pressed against his crotch.

"Shhhh, you need to relax, mum. That's why I'm doing this." He whispered into her ear, and then his mouth moved to her neck, where he began to suck at her delicate flesh.

Lily groaned. They shouldn’t be doing this here, where dozens of students would soon be standing. But she could never say no to her baby boy.