Dueling Hearts Ch. 25 (Patreon)

The first two paragraphs of this chapter are basically an alternate take on the end of the previous chap, and its on purpose. I love ad break double takes in cartoons, and I'd definitely want to work something out later in a fic to make it super egregious.

“Let it out?” Bellatrix asked with more than a little apprehension in her eyes. Lily grinned. “I did always tell you to work through things in a healthy manner,”

Harry smiled at his mother. “You raised me right, mum.” He whipped his wand and Bellatrix shifted around. The chair she’d been tied to folded back, turning into a sort of massage chair. Bella's body spun around, the ropes manipulating her body until she was kneeling down, ass up and hands and feet tied securely to the uncomfortable wooden chair.

Daphne shot Angelina and Lily a lurid smile. “I'll get her ready, you guys take care of Harry.”

Daphne sauntered over to Bella, quickly claiming the job of preparing her professor for Harry’s pent-up frustration.

Meanwhile, Lily walked over to her son at the same time as Angelina pushed off the wall and made to meet them halfway.

"You know, I spent all this time debating on whether I actually wanted to join this freaky sex cult you're building." The dark-skinned girl said as she mirrored Lily's movements, both women dropping to kneel in front of Harry, their hands grabbing onto his trousers

Lily giggled as the two of them pulled Harry’s pants down in a synchronized motion. “And what clinched it for you?”

Angelina shrugged. “I realized I’d have the sexiest cheer section at every quidditch match.”

“Or duel.” Harry added hopefully, gazing down at the two sexy witches with a lopsided grin.

“Not sure if I’m ever going to fully hop on that train, Harry. Though I’ll admit it's been a lot more fun than I expected.”

Any further talk ceased when Harry’s pants finally hit the floor and his cock made its grand entrance. Harry’s throbbing tower of meat had a way of making a witch’s mouth click shut with just one glance at its magnificent girth.

“Merlin, I’ll never get used to this thing.” Angelina said in wonder as she began stroking Harry’s shaft. Lily placed a kiss on her son's thigh, trailing a line of them up to the base of his cock, up his shaft with a cheeky peck on Angelina’s hand as she caught it on a downstroke. Then she placed one last loving kiss on the tip of Harry’s cock, right before opening her mouth wide and taking it down her throat.

Angelina removed her hand from his shaft as she watched Lily work her son’s cock. She leaned forward and placed a kiss of her own on the exposed part of his length, turning it into a long lick that stopped where Lily’s ruby-red lips were currently enclosed around his first few inches.

Harry’s legs felt weak already, his hands instinctively going down to hold onto Lily and Angelina’s heads as the dark haired girl gave his shaft another pass with her tongue just as Lily began to bob her head in earnest.

Over on the improvised couch, Bellatrix moaned, her ass wriggling for all it was worth as Daphne warmed her up for her punishment.

Daphne had both hands on Bella’s ample cheeks, spreading her open wide as her tongue burrowed deep into her bunghole. Daphne had her face pressed up into Bella's cheeks as she worked her long tongue for all it was worth, coating Bellatrix's canal with her spittle as she worked to both prep and pleasure the dark-haired witch.

Angelina and Lily were doing an excellent job of getting Harry ready as well, maybe a bit too excellent, as he felt his balls already churning as Lily pulled back, keeping his cockhead inside her mouth as she nursed on it, sucking on it like a child would a bottle. Angelina found her way of getting Harry even more aroused through Lily. She reached out and tore the redhead’s shirt off, exposing her perky breasts, their hardened peaks a sign of Lily’s own arousal.

Angelina nuzzled into Lily’s neck, kissing down her collarbone as the woman tried to stay focused on her task. Harry both heard and felt her moan around his head as Angelina popped one of her nipples into her mouth. Angelina kept just the little hardened peak in between her lips, her tongue working overtime to coax more and more sinful moans of pleasure from her professor.

Finally, Harry had to put a stop to it. There was a pop as Harry pulled his cock back from Lily's mouth. His mother pouted, though she was quickly distracted as Angelina’s tongue trailed up her neck. Lily turned her face, the two women’s tongues meeting in the middle as they began a rather intense make out session, with Lily’s hands working quickly to remove Angelina’s button up shirt.

It took a lot of willpower to extricate himself from this scene, but the moment was about Bella, and so he walked over to where his girlfriend was still assaulting a quivering Bellatrix. Daphne saw him approach out of the corner of her eye, and she pulled back, making sure to keep her puckered hole spread wide open with her hands.

Harry waved his turgid member around like a sword as he stepped up to the plate. Bellatrix must have known what was coming, because she suddenly tensed up even more. Her pussy was leaking juices onto the chair, and Daphne removed one of her hands to plunge two fingers into her sopping wet vice.

Harry slapped his cockhead against Bella’s hole a few times, reveling in the loud smacking sound made with each slap.

Daphne leaned forward and pursed her lips, letting a big gob of spit out of her mouth and into Bellatrix’s already well-lubricated asshole. Harry wasn’t sure that was needed at all, but it was certainly a magnificent visual.

Harry pressed his head against Bella’s entrance. Her anus was pulsating, rhythmically contracting as her body was already peaking in anticipation of Harry's penetration.

“Fuck!” Bellatrix yelled out as Harry pushed himself into her tight canal, fighting inch by excruciating inch as her tight anal passage resisted every step of the way. Bellatrix began seeing stars. Daphne gasped as a sudden flood of hot, sticky juices leaked from Bella’s cunt and drenched the palm of her hand.

Harry grunted as he pushed himself deeper forward, until he’d finally bottomed out inside of Bellatrix. Daphne was still holding her open for him, and then he saw a new hand reach in from over his shoulder and come down hard on Bellatrix’s ass cheek, leaving a red mark in its wake.

“Don't you dare try to keep any secrets like that again!” Lily told Bellatrix as she stepped up and pressed her naked body against her son’s back. “You could have saved yourself from all of this by just being honest from the start.”

Harry didn’t think Bella would have wanted to save herself from this current situation specifically, even as Lily’s hand rained down and smacked her other cheek even harder.

“Do your worst!” Bella spat back challengingly before she felt a tug at her head. Angelina was standing over her, giving her a cheeky smile before she turned around and suffocated Bellatrix in between her own juicy ass cheeks.

Harry pulled back and shoved in once more, immediately setting a brutal pace as Angelina rubbed her ass all over Bellatrix’s face, not caring whether the older woman licked her hole or not, though Bella’s tongue did come out, if only in an attempt to give her nose enough room to breath.

Harry joined Lily in raining down hard slaps on Bella’s ass. Daphne had gone a different route, removing her fingers from Bella's cunt. She rubbed her palm on her mound, coating it fully in Bella's slick wetness before she pulled her hand back, delivering an open palm slap to Bella's aching pussy.

It was a chorus of smacking and muffled moans that filled the room as Bella’s torture began in earnest. Harry couldn’t set a good rhythm, their slapping and the jerking of Bella’s body didn’t allow for it, but he made up for it with the power of his thrusts, his ball-sack smacking against Bella’s cunt just as hard as Daphne’s hand did.

Bellatrix wanted to yell uncle, but she needed to get Angelina off to be able to breathe, much less speak. So knowing she had to figuratively and literally dig herself out of this hole, she poured all her concentration into rimming her second protégé as best as she could, burying her tongue deep into Angelina’s rosebud. It brought dividends, as Angie began to gasp, bending over to press herself harder against Bellatrix’s face.

Thank Merlin she came right after, because Bella wasn’t able to push off the sensations that were assaulting her. The pain of being smacked in her ass and pussy mixed in with the pleasure of being fucked in her tightest of holes, all coalescing into a wonderful mess that had her riding a seemingly never-ending orgasm that was on the verge of turning painful itself.

“I give! I give!” Bella yelled shamefully.

Lily giggled, smacking her ass once more. “You give when my son’s filled you up.”

Bella groaned, feeling yet another shockwave of pleasure as Harry pounded into her delicate canal. She grit her teeth, squeezing the cock invading her backdoor in a desperate attempt to coax him to cum.

Then she had an epiphany. Her mouth was still the key to getting her out of this.

“Oh Merlin! That big fat cock is too much! No wonder you’re fucking your own mother with all the blood going to that thing!”

Lily’s eyes widened in panic. She pulled away from Harry, dashing over to stop Bella from ending her torture early.

“What’s going to happen when you get us all pregnant. You big stupid stud? What are you going to do, with all these witches running around carrying yo-ommmph!” Bella was stopped from speaking any further by Lily shoving the first thing she could think of in her mouth, which happened to be her toes. Bella gazed up at her former rival, her eyes gleaming triumphantly as the damage had been done. Harry tensed up behind her, and with a grunt the messy haired teen emptied his balls deep inside of Bella’s bowels.

Bella moaned and inadvertently sucked on Lily’s toes as Harry’s orgasm heightened her own pleasure, his twitching cock thrashing about and tearing down the sensitive lining of her anal cavity. But she still managed to gaze up at Lily with a smug expression, and the redhead frowned.

It seemed that even with their struggle over Harry decided, Bella and Lily were just meant to clash heads, even if that clash resulted in multiple orgasms and a loving kiss at the end.

Daphne finally stopped her own slapping, more than a bit knackered from delivering so many strikes. Angelina got up on her feet as Lily removed her’s from Bella’s mouth, and Harry slowly dragged his cock out of Bellatrix’s battered anus.

Bella took a few moments to catch her breath before speaking. “Alright, now cut me loose already.”

“What made you think that was it?” Harry said in a sinister tone, eliciting a shiver not just from Bellatrix, but every other woman in the room. “The night is still young, Bella.”

And so it was. None of them knew what the next day would bring, but at least for that night, the five of them melted into a frenzy of passion, as the first conflict resolution of the incomplete coven turned out to be a rousing success.

…

The next day did in fact bring a lot of things, most of them unpleasant.

The Prophet had found the news so monumental, they were forced to pull out the rarely seen rotating headline. The big bold letters on the front of everyone’s paper in the Great Hall alternated between “ENGLAND’S GREAT SHAME! A VIPER IN THE DUELING PIT!” and “BLACK'S BLACK MAGIC: ANOTHER BLACK MARK ON THE ONCE GREAT SPORT.”

There was a picture of Bellatrix right after Harry had left the previous night, looking like a cornered animal. The article went into sensationalist detail about Snape’s accusations. Johannes Bergkamp, the head of the International Dueling Commission, denied any previous knowledge of the accusations, but promised a thorough investigation before they reached a verdict. Rita pulled all the stops, painting Bellatrix in the worst light possible, aided by the dark haired witches notoriously hostile attitude towards the press over the years.

There were also quotes from Gilderoy Lockhart, dueling record 3-25:

“Never had a doubt in my mind she was on something! The woman showed symptoms similar to the fiends from my seminal work, ‘Voyages with Vampires’ (available in stores now!). In my expert opinion, she performed some partial vampiric transformation ritual. It is no wonder she never answered my challenges! She must have known that I would have figured her out and dispatched her with a simple Lumos Maxima…”

Lockhart went on for quite a few more paragraphs, accusing Bellatrix of being a coward and a cheat that had tried to blackball him from the sport.

“Must suck, huh Har.” Dean said as he finished reading the article.

“That’s why they say, it’s better to never meet your heroes. Though I met Gwenog Jones, and I wasn’t disappointed in the least. Woman’s thighs could crush a watermelon, or my head.” Seamus drooled over his very cherished memory of meeting the Holyhead Harpies’ team captain.

Harry sighed, looking to Daphne for support. Hermione and Blaise were sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Luna, so Daphne was the only one that could back him up.

He wanted to defend Bellatrix, but without coming out and saying that every single professional duelist in the world had been cheating all along, he didn’t know what he could say.

“You gonna break that mentorship I bet, right? Don’t want to be associated with a fraud.”

Harry’s blood began to boil as he glared at Seamus. Daphne squeezed his hand under the table, reminding him that it wasn’t a good idea to blast his roommate halfway across the Gryffindor table.

“I’m not. I talked to her last night and I’m not going to abandon her.” He said firmly.

The others looked at him as if he were insane, though Lavender of all people gave him an understanding look. “I get it, Harry. Everyone called me crazy when I stood by Lady Abernathy after she had her little incident.”

Harry frowned. “Wasn’t that the seer that got life in Azkaban after she killed her entire family?”

Lavender did not take kindly to his tone of voice. “Yeah, so? Whatever she allegedly did, it doesn’t affect how good of a seer she was!”

“I couldn’t agree more, Lavender.” Daphne jumped in, trying to appease the girl as she gave Harry a warning look not to inquire any further.

Harry took a quick peek over at the staff table, where Bella sat next to Lily, trying to act as if none of this was bothering her, though Harry knew it was. Even someone as strong-willed as Bellatrix couldn’t help but wilt just a little bit under so many derisive looks.

Harry was just thankful that at least Malfoy had not taken this opportunity to hurtle loud insults at him from across the room. It seemed the boy had been spooked enough by stories of his aunt over the years to not dare attract her ire.

Though a look at the house of serpents showed that Malfoy wasn’t talking because he wasn’t there. In his usual spot, Crabbe and Goyle were quietly eating their food while a masked Ron took food from Pansy’s plate, the girl just sitting back and letting him gorge himself on her breakfast.

As they left the Great Hall for morning classes, Harry felt Fleur approaching him. Her arrival was heralded by the mass of students near him and Daphne suddenly hurrying off, looking as if they’d smelled something particularly putrid.

“Harry, could you give your mentor my condolences?” Fleur said as she stopped in front of them. “I know my Headmaster, and he is not a good person. Whatever truly happened, I am sure it is not completely as they say.”

“That's a nice sentiment.” Daphne sniffed, shooting the blonde a derisive side-eye while grabbing onto Harry.

Fleur looked a bit put out by just how hostile Daphne still was towards her, and she didn't seem to know how to react, not wanting to respond to the girls cold words with hostility of her own.

“I will see you later, then.” She nodded towards Harry, who sent her an apologetic smile before being turned around by Daphne.

“Can you at least attempt to give her a chance?” Harry asked his girlfriend with a sigh.

Daphne shook her head, “It's on you to prove she's not a cold-hearted psychopath. Until then, I'll keep treating her like one.”

Harry let the matter drop as they made their way up to Defense. There was definitely a lot of work still to be done to rehabilitate Fleur’s image.

…

Draco Malfoy walked sullenly down the halls on his way to his first class.

His world had been nothing but a dull grey ever since the muggle had left. He'd spent every morning since staring down at his title belt, once the symbol of his ascension, now just a reminded of what could have been.

Bloody Potter had taken it all from him, and then, he'd broken his nose.

Draco had never been so humiliated in his life. He had never felt so weak. He wanted to just curl up into a ball and disappear. Even last night, when his aunt's scandal had exploded, all he could think of was that he would never be important enough to warrant such a scandal.

He turned a corner and came upon a sight that left him feeling even more despondent.

Pansy, the girl who he had always just assumed would end up being his by default, was snogging the life out of the deranged, masked ginger that had spent the past few weeks annoying the hell out of him.

Weasley pulled back from the kiss, and Pansy was actually swooning as she gazed up at the masked freak.

“Oh, Masked Weasley, that was wonderful!”

Weasley flashed her a winning smile that showed slightly yellowed teeth, with a piece of something green stuck between two of them.

“What can I say, my lady, I am the best!”

Pansy squeezed Ron's chest. “You certainly are manly.”

“What in the bloody hell is going on? Pansy? Seriously, Weasley?”

The both of them turned to look at him, with Pansy's face turning dismissive. “Oh, it's you, Draco.”

The girl suddenly yelped as Ron loudly smacked her ass. “Why don't you run along to class, my fair maiden? Don't want to be late.”

“Save you a spot for lunch?”

“Oh, ho, ho! That will be much appreciated!”

Pansy blushed and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I'll see you later.”

Pansy skipped off, and Ron turned towards Draco, arms at his hips.

“Piss off, Weasley.” Draco made to leave before Ron could even get a word in, but the redhead grabbed him firmly by the arm.

“I understand you're in pain. Little Billy. Your world is crumbling down around you. These are the times that try the hearts of men! Jimmy, you need to grow! You need to look beyond what you are now, become more! Only then can you grow to be big and strong, like me!”

Ron let go of his arm in order to flex his non-existent biceps, and Draco took that opportunity to run away from him.

But, as he ran, Weasley's words swirled around in his head. Regardless of the source, there was some truth to them. Draco needed to become strong, he needed to evolve in order to finally defeat the insidious Potter.

Weasley had turned into an entirely different person, and it had worked out for him. Why not for Draco?

Well, Draco didn't want to be different. He was Draco Malfoy, the pinnacle of perfection. No, what he needed to do was become more of himself, to transcend himself.

Whatever that meant.

…

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Nymphadora cursed up a storm as she passed through the entrance to Diagon Alley.

She was late. She was super late.

She knew she shouldn't have stayed up late playing those records backward. And she didn't even end up finding the bloody hidden enchantments that bloke at the record store had told her about!

Now, she was extremely late. She was late for work, but she'd been late for a whole week and Moody hadn't said anything, so she didn't really care about that.

No. What really set her off was that the Weird Sisters tickets had gone on sale an entire half an hour ago. She had zero chance to find any left.

And indeed, when she reached the ticket office, the witch was just putting up a sold out sign. Tonks deflated, seeing her chances of watching her favorite band from the nosebleeds vanish before her very eyes.

“Wow, those really are some premium seats! Must have cost you quite a fortune.”

Tonks turned over to see a pair of blokes talking, with one of them smugly holding up the holy grail.

Even from this distance, Tonks knew what he had in his hands. A ticket to the Weird Sisters concert, and from the way they were talking, it was much closer than the nosebleeds.

The young man holding the ticket shrugged. “Don't even like them, to be honest, find them a bit repetitive. But they always have the wildest birds at their concerts, I’m thinking I'll snag me a minx.”

Tonks felt anger boil over inside of her. How dare this bastard, this cad who would insult her favorite band, purchase a ticket just to hit on birds.

Well, Tonks would and had done the exact same thing. She'd made several failed attempts at picking up MILFs at Celestina Warbeck shows, capped off when she'd squeezed someone's ass and it had turned out to be her aunt Narcissa.

But she would never desecrate the Weird Sisters like that.

It was truly an injustice that someone like him got to go to the concert while Tonks was on the outside looking in. Could the world really be this cruel and uncaring?

Then she remembered. She was an auror. She could take justice into her own hands!

“Aha! I got you!”

“Huh?” Both men turned in confusion as Tonks stomped over towards them.

The ticket man sent her a winning smile, “Hey there, hottie. How's abou-”

Tonks pulled out her wand and quickly wrapped the man up in conjured ropes.

“Hey! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I got you! I was looking for the man who stole the Weird Sisters ticket, and now I've got you!”

“What? I bought this thing fair and square! Ask the box office lady.”

Tonks ignored him, snatching the ticket from his hands and placing it in her back pocket.

“I'll let you off with a warning, but don't you dare try it again!”

The man's face turned red with rage. “What's your name?!”

Tonks flipped her hair as coolly as she could, “Names’ auror Tonks, badge number 45631, don't wear it out.”

Two hours later found Tonks being berated by Director Bones, with a surly looking Moody and a gleeful Dawlish sitting in as the older redhead dressed the rookie auror down.

How was she supposed to know that idiot was the nephew of some Ministry bigwig?

“You're lucky he's not pressing charges against the department, auror Tonks! This behavior is absolutely unacceptable, and we have agreed that your paychecks will be garnished for the foreseeable future as restitution. Thank your lucky stars for this man-” She pointed at Moody, “If it wasn't for him vouching for you, you'd be out of a job!”

Moody grumbled under his breath, “Lass must have had her reasons, probably got some bad intel.”

Tonks couldn't believe it. She still had to be an auror, and now she was getting paid less and being put on probation? And worst of all, she'd been forced to give back the ticket she'd taken from that stupid asshole.

Could things get any worse?