Dueling Hearts Ch. 8 (Patreon)

"Oooh baby!" Lily moaned as her son kissed her neck. His hands left her shoulders to begin kneading at her breasts over her robe, pulling her body tight against his own as he groped and squeezed her pert flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers.

Lily melted into his embrace, feeling his erection press itself against her ass. Lily ground her ass onto his crotch in return, moving her hips in a slow, circular motion. Harry's face moved up towards her own, and Lily turned her head sideways to meet him for a deep kiss.

Harry's hands slipped under Lily's robes, discovering his mother was naked underneath. This was normal practice for many, but it still sent a thrill through Harry to know just how easy his access to his mother was at all times.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up just enough to place her on his lap. Lily moaned into the kiss as Harry bunched up her robe, lifting the black material up until he exposed Lily's bottom half. Lily continued to grind her ass and cunt onto Harry's aching erection, which was begging to be cut loose from its bonds.

And Lily did just that. While her son kissed her neck and she let out a wanton moan, she lifted herself up slightly, grabbing her wand from her side and casting a quick, very delicate cutting charm.

"Gah!" Harry yelped as his mother's charm worked precisely, cutting a hole through both his robes and underwear the exact size needed for his thick cock to fit through.

"Mum, that was kinda risky there."

Lily giggled. "I am a master of charms work, Harry. Do you really have so little faith in me?"

Harry didn't have the time to formulate an answer before his mum sank her hot cunt down onto his shaft.

The two of them hissed in pleasure. Lily leaned back into her son. She loved her escapades with Daphne, but there was nothing quite like her son's cock filling her up completely. As she began to bounce lightly on his lap, Harry's hands disappeared under her bunched up robes, once more playing with her pert breasts. Lily arched her back, coincidentally allowing Harry more access to the sensitive skin of her neck, which he was sucking at with abandon as the sound of their slapping flesh echoed through the room.

Lily's logical mind was shut off, all that concerned her was the burning pleasure coursing through her. She brought her hand up to caress her son's face with her fingers as he did his best to give her a hickey, jolts of ecstasy running through her body as his perfect cock tunneled into her.

Neither one of them needed this to last long. And so, when Lily felt the telltale signs of her son's orgasm, she let the wave of pleasure overwhelm her. Harry tweaked his mother's nipples, he sucked harder and harder at her neck, he pushed up to meet her bouncing body as they reached their crescendo.

She sat down on him one last time, and Harry exploded inside of her. His balls contracted as he shot off into of his mother, splattering his seed all over her welcoming walls. Lily came hard, her walls squeezing even more juice out of her son's cock as her orgasm swept her. Harry hugged her tightly then as they both basked in their peak, his cock and her pussy melding together as their pulsating contractions became synchronized.

As they came down, they clumsily untangled from each other. Lily stumbled as she stood on the stage, her feet a bit wobbly as she let her robe fall down to her ankles. She flicked her wand at Harry's crotch, fixing the hole in his robe but missing the one in his underwear, not that Harry had enough of a mind to notice.

Lily cast a quick tempus to see that it was fifteen minutes until everyone would arrive. She sighed in relief, knowing that it would raise some suspicion if everyone had been waiting around for a while.

From the stage, Harry unlocked the door, which almost immediately opened as his girlfriend stepped through.

"Why did you guys lock up?" Daphne walked in, curiosity lacing her voice.

Harry and Lily looked at each other in panic. Lily cast a very quick air freshening charm to mask the scent of sex that permeated the room. Harry quickly hopped off the stage and made his way towards his girlfriend.

"Oh, you know, mother and son talk. Mum basically lectured me about not breaking your heart." Harry lied as he wrapped his arms around Daphne and gave her a deep kiss.

Daphne reciprocated the kiss, allowing Lily just enough time to make herself look presentable, or at least not look like she'd just been fucked.

They broke the kiss and Daphne smiled demurely up at Harry. "That's a great way to say hi." She smiled as they broke apart.

Daphne walked up to Lily, who smiled nervously at her. The two women went on automatic. They leaned in for their usual greeting snog but stopped halfway, with their arms hugging air, before remembering Harry was there. There was an awkward pause before Lily wrapped Daphne up in a hug.

They held the hug for slightly longer than necessary. Daphne noticed a red splotch on Lily's neck. "Did you go to the greenhouses, Lily?" She asked.

Lily looked confused, but Harry blanched as he realized what Daphne was looking at. "No. Why do you ask, Daphne?"

"You have a rash here. Looks like when Tracey brushed up against some shrivelfig. Some people are allergic and they never know it."

"Oh, ummm." Lily giggled nervously as she began to panic. "Well, I did give Pomona a hug earlier, maybe she had some residue?"

"I think I hear people coming." Harry said loudly. Lily shot her son a thankful look as Daphne's attention was drawn away. Lily quickly covered the hickey up with her hair, casting a quick charm to make sure her hair did not budge from that side.

Luckily for Harry, people did begin filtering in.

One of Lily's worries had been that no one would show up, but it was quite the opposite. Many people wanted to participate in the tournament but were not particularly skilled at quidditch or dueling, so the play actually attracted a very considerable number of students who saw it as their chance to be a part of the festivities.

As the hall filled up, Harry grimaced as he saw Malfoy strut in, flanked as always by Crabbe and Goyle. The two boys gave each other their customary hateful sneers before they both moved on.

Finally, the last student trickled in, along with Filch, for some reason.

"Argus?" Lily questioned the always unpleasant caretaker as he swept at imaginary dirt, tracking deeper into the chamber.

"These brats will surely make a mess here, Professor. Better to clean it as it develops." He said.

Harry, Lily and Daphne shared a look before the redhead shrugged. Turning to the sea of students, she gave them a warm smile.

"Welcome, to the first audition for the Hogwarts play! Today, we're not casting for specific roles, we're just trying to see who's got the talent to represent our school."

Lily waved her wand and dozens of folios popped into existence in front of her, hovering in midair.

"You will be acting out some short scenes that I've selected. I want you to really put your all into it, try to become immersed in the character you're portraying!" With that said, she banished the folios out into the student body. The ones with a green cover went to the boys while the ones with a purple cover went to the girls.

"I will give you some minutes to get acquainted."

There was rumbling as students read through their scenes. While many of the purebloods were at least aware of the concept of acting, this was their first time ever interacting with a script. The muggleborns, having gone through grade school productions of Romeo and Juliet and the like, were much more comfortable.

"Get your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape! Hah! This is wonderful." Malfoy seemed to have zeroed in on a specific line in his script that spoke to him.

"As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster." Ron was reading his lines much more stiltedly than Malfoy had. "What's a gangster?" He asked Hermione.

The bushy haired girl was skimming through her own script with a growing frown. "This is just the part in Wizard of Oz where Dorothy gets whisked away by the tornado."

"Yeah, but you gotta act it, Hermione." Daphne urged her.

"You had something to do with this, didn't you?" Hermione asked her.

Daphne gave her an innocent grin. Next to her, Harry was smiling down at his part. "Dirty Harry, hah. Pretty clever Daph." Harry grinned at his girlfriend, knowing there was zero chance his mother had done this. He made a finger gun and tried to deepen his voice as he prepared to act out the iconic scene.

"I wrote them all out from memory, too!" Daphne said proudly.

Colin Creevey approached them with a questioning look on his face. "Are you guys sure this thing is right? I don't remember India Jones telling someone to sit their five dollar ass down before he makes change."

Daphne scoffed. "Who's the movie expert here, Colin? Stick to your stupid little camera!"

The small boy backed off under Daphne's intense glare.

"Alright, I think that's enough time, let's get started! I'll just call your name and you can get up on stage-"

Lily was cut off by Malfoy's usual annoying drawl. "This is unfair! You'll clearly be biased toward Potter and his lowlifes."

"You want me to shove my boot up your ass Malfoy?" Harry growled.

"I'd like to see you try, Potter!" Malfoy squared up on him, making sure Crabbe and Goyle were forming a protective wall around him.

"Here we go again." Blaise sighed as he moved to Harry's side. He didn’t want his friend to shame his house by wiping the floor with Malfoy for the umpteenth time, but if things did escalate, he’d make sure to keep Crabbe and Goyle out of it.

"He does have a point." Lily mused.

"Mum?" Harry's head snapped up to his mother, along with almost everyone else in the chamber.

"Mr. Malfoy is right, Harry. I can't hope to judge you all when my son, his girlfriend and all of their friends are here. It wouldn't be fair."

Malfoy shot Harry a smug smirk. Harry grumbled as he crossed his arms, turning away from the blond ponce.

"If not you, Professor Potter, then who?" Cho Chang asked the question on everyone's mind.

Lily bit her lip. Maybe Charity Burbage knew a bit about plays? She taught muggle studies, after all, and surely her schedule was clear.

"Ahem."

Everyone looked around, trying to pinpoint exactly who had cleared their throat so loudly.

"Ahem!"

Everyone turned to the back of the chamber, where Filch was leaning on his broom, inspecting his knuckles.

"Yes, Argus?"

"I could help you with that, Professor."

The room was filled with guffaws and gasps as almost everyone did a double take.

"You know about theater?" Lily asked incredulously.

Filch grinned, showing off his crooked, yellowing teeth. "Know about it? I live it. I go to the West End every chance I get. The stage is a marvelous place, a place where anything you imagine can become reality, where even a lowly, misunderstood custodian can blossom into a beautiful flower." Filch's eyes had a faraway look now as he clasped his hands together over his broomstick.

"Wow." Hermione whispered. "See, even someone like Filch has a rich inner world. Every person contains multitudes"

"Would you judge the students for me then, Argus?" Lily asked, feeling quite relieved that she wouldn't actually have to run this entire thing.

"It'd be my pleasure, madam." Filch bowed deeply as he held onto his broom with his left hand.

"Wonderful!" Lily clapped her hands together and whipped out her wand, conjuring a table and chair for Filch to sit at. She herself moved to the far wall.

Filch cleared his throat again.

"Yes?" Lily asked.

He gestured towards the empty table. "Can I get a clipboard and quill? Also, a pitcher of water and a glass."

Lily blinked. "Sure." She waved her wand and conjured the items. After a quick aguamenti charm, Filch was all set.

"Alright then, let's begin with…Bones!" He jabbed his finger at the shy fourth year.

Susan walked up to the stage, visibly nervous. She'd come to the audition more as a challenge to herself, to get over her fear of public speaking, and maybe as an attempt to get Harry to notice her. Even though he was with Daphne, she still held out an inkling of hope that she could snatch him up. They were just fourth years, after all, people broke up all the time!

As the diminutive redhead looked out at the sea of faces, her face reddened.

"Could you guys please encourage her?" Hannah Abbott asked everyone around her, wanting to help her friend feel more comfortable under the spotlight.

Harry and Daphne shared a nod and they smiled at Susan, offering her as much support as they could. For some reason, their smiles didn't do much to make her feel at ease.

Deciding it was better to just be done with it, Susan cleared her throat and held up her script.

"Umm…ermm…I'm ready f-f-or m-my c-c-closeup-"

"HORRIBLE! GARBAGE! YOUR PRESENCE ON THE STAGE IS AN INSULT TO THE ART! LEAVE NOW!"

Filch yelled out with his usual vitriol and nastiness. Susan paled considerably, and the girl looked frozen in place for a moment before she ran off the stage, parting students on her mad dash to the exit.

"Susan!" Hannah called after her, following her friend.

"Next! Greengrass!" Filch called uncaringly.

Daphne glared at Filch, but she headed for the stage regardless. She'd always loved acting so much, this was her big chance to show everyone how good she was.

Daphne stood on the stage. She grinned down at Harry and Lily, forcing everyone else to fade away into a sea of faceless drones. She closed her eyes, calmed her jitters and took a few deep breaths. She'd practiced this monologue in the mirror so many times, all she needed was to find those emotions inside of her, the emotions needed to portray her character. She pushed them to the forefront, the feeling of a woman, scorned, betrayed by her husband of many decades.

Daphne's eyes snapped open, her eyes turned scornful and jilted, reflecting a deep hurt and betrayal.

"This is your great winter romance, isn’t it? Your last roar of passion before you settle into your emeritus years. Is that what’s left for me? Is that my share? She gets the winter passion and I get the dotage? What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling while you slink back like some penitent drunk? I’m your wife, damn it! And if you can’t work up a winter passion for me, the least I require is respect and allegiance! … I hurt, don’t you understand that? I hurt badly!"

Daphne had been pounding her chest near the end of the speech, tears streamed down her face as her lip trembled.

The students were shell shocked, gaping up at her in amazement. Harry began to clap slowly, and soon everyone joined in. Even Malfoy and his cronies were too stunned to play their usual games, they applauded along with everyone else.

Daphne smiled brightly, beaming at the loving smiles Harry and Lily were sending her. She could get used to this, this rush of performing on stage.

"We'll be lucky if there's any scenery left after you chewed it all up! Terrible effort, girl! Get off my stage!"

Everything stopped as everyone snapped back over to Filch, who was glaring up at Daphne and gesturing for her to leave immediately.

Daphne's mood instantly plummeted. She quietly hopped off the stage, instantly being wrapped in a hug by Harry, who assured her she did brilliant.

It took only a few more students getting berated to realize this wasn't going to work. When Parvati Patil looked on the verge of breaking down after being dressed down by Filch, Lily stepped in.

"I believe that's enough. I'm sorry Argus, but I don't think this is working out."

Filch looked stricken. "What? But…but this was my redemption! You were all going to grow to love me at the end of this! You were going to realize I was just a misunderstood soul!" He pleaded.

"Yes, well, you blew it." Lily stated coldly.

Filch glowered. "You'll regret it! You'll regret kicking out old Filch! The Beauxbaton students do a wonderful rendition of The Nutcracker. They'll destroy you!" And with that, he grabbed his broom, stomping away from the room with renewed hatred in his heart.

"So, we've been here an hour and nothings happened then?" Malfoy asked, always ready to pour gasoline onto a burning building.

Lily felt panic begin to set in as grumblings ran through the room. This was not going well at all.

"Hold on, hold on!" A voice yelled.

Dean Thomas had his hands up, a thoughtful look on his face. "Something that Filch said didn't add up for me. He said Beauxbatons does a rendition of The Nutcracker."

Hermione seemed to come to a realization as well, but everyone else was still nonplussed. "Yeah, so?" Asked Cho.

"The Nutcracker is a ballet, not a play."

"It's sort of like a play." Hermione interjected.

Dean waved her off. "Professor, did you receive any sort of rules for this thing?"

Lily patted her robe. "Uhhh, yeah, I did."

She pulled out a folded piece of parchment. As she opened it up, Dean walked over and the rest of the students formed a large circle, huddling around so they could read the paper.

Dean read the paper over as a grin slowly formed on his face. "All it says here is we have to 'mount a group production of artistic value'. Doesn't say anything about a play!"

"Not to bring you down there, dear Deano, but what else can we do?" Fred asked.

"Might be a war crime to hand this lot musical instruments." George said, glancing around at the other students.

No one really spoke up to defend themselves. The School Choir with their harmonizing toads would probably get laughed out of the building by the stuck up frenchies.

"I have an idea!" Dean said with determination. "Professor, set up another meeting next week. I do need you to take me to the Headmaster, but I think it'll work."

Lily had no clue what the boy could have possibly come up with, but any idea was better than none, so she ran with it. "Sounds good. Well everyone, let's just say you all passed the first audition. We'll meet up here next week for the second!"

And with that, Lily left with Dean to go find the Headmaster, leaving a group of confused students behind.

While everyone dispersed around them, Daphne led Harry down to the second floor.

"How are you so sure she'll be there?" Harry asked his girlfriend.

"It's the crying bathroom, Harry. It's where every girl instinctively goes when she needs to have a good sob." She could tell Harry was struggling to believe her. "She'll be there, Harry, trust me."

When they reached the girls bathroom on the second floor and found Hannah standing guard in front of it, Daphne shot her boyfriend the best 'I told you so' look she could muster.

Hannah gave the two of them a grim look, "Hey guys, she's finishing up in there."

"Is she ok?" Harry asked with concern evident in his voice.

Hannah smiled at Harry, though it was strained, "Susan's a tough cookie. Tougher than you think. This will probably set her social development back quite a ways, but she'll pull through."

"Can I…err…" Harry rubbed the back of his head, realizing he couldn't exactly ask to go into the girls' loo to talk to Susan.

"It's alright guys, really." Hannah assured them. "I'll tell her you guys checked up on her, it'll really make her day." Hannah was addressing the both of them, but she was looking pointedly at Harry.

Not that either Harry or Daphne took the hint.

"Ok, if you say so, Hannah. Just…let her know we're here for her."

Hannah nodded as Harry and Daphne moved on.

She waited for them to disappear before she ran into the bathroom.

Susan was washing her face on one of the faucets. She was done sobbing, but the regular hitching of her breath told Hannah she'd only just now finished up.

"Who was that, Hannah?" Susan asked, inspecting her face in the mirror.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Hannah said with a slight smile. "It was one Harry Potter, and he looked very concerned about your well-being." She decided to omit the fact that Daphne had come along as well.

Susan's eyes lit up. "R-Really!?"

"Would I lie to you, Suzie?" Hannah said. At her friends' thoughtful look, she sighed heavily. "No, but seriously, if I hadn't been there I think he would have come in here to check on you and everything!"

Susan's pretty brown eyes filled with happiness as she swayed in her feet. She let out a giddy little giggle as Hannah draped her arms over her.

"Now you just need to work on those nerves, and you can steal him right from under Greengrass' nose." Hannah had nothing against Daphne, but she knew how much her best friend liked Harry, and the two of them would look so cute together.

"Yeah," Susan's eyes fell. "Those nerves." It was always the nerves.

Her aunt was a fierce woman, the head of the DMLE who took shit from no one. Her parents were professional duelists, for goodness sake, why had she come out so different?

Suddenly, Susan's jaw set. "Hannah, could you head down to dinner? I'll only be a few more minutes."

"Are you sure? Don't want me to wait for you?"

Susan shook her head. "No, I'll be fine, you can go ahead."

Hannah stepped out of the girl's bathroom, leaving Susan behind, to do whatever soul searching it was her friend needed to do.

A/N: And so the crack begins. Daphne's speech was from one of my favorite and (in my opinion) one of the most underrated movies of all time, Network from 1976. Definitely check it out if you like great acting and great monologues.

In another universe, I stuck to the play, maybe had them do The Fountain of Fair Fortune from Tales of Beetle the Bard (which if you've read it, is prime real estate for a Harem fic). But I just wasn't feeling it, even if I could have maybe powered through with my knowledge of people staging plays on sitcoms and cartoons.

I'd really like to hear what you guys think Dean came up with. I kind of doubt anyone's going to guess it, but who knows.