Dueling Hearts ch. 33 (Patreon)

Dumbledore had given all of them the rest of the day off from classes, which was good, because the next hour was filled with arduous work. First, they needed to come up with a system of pipes that would actually function. Susan proved very useful here, since she had developed a good understanding of the Hogwarts pipe system from traveling to the Boudoir and back, as well as talking to Mortimer, who had used the pipes to travel in his younger years.

Once they had it mapped out, they went to work, laying the foundation and then tying the whole system up to Hogwarts’ own internal one, thanks to a pipeline they found that likely fed Hagrid’s hut.

Magic and numbers made the work go by relatively quickly, though it left Daphne and Susan, who weren’t used to straining their magic, a bit tired by the end. Lily had finished the major enchantments, and they had managed to ensure the Shrieking Shack would not collapse, and would also have running water.

They’d conjured multiple fans to keep them cool, but everyone had still shed their clothing gradually as they worked.

Harry was shirtless, with his pants hanging off his thighs and his boxers showing prominently. The girls were down to their bras and panties, they’d all worked up more than a little bit of a sweat, and everyone’s hair besides Tonks’ was varying stages of frizzy and matted.

“Come on, no slacking! We need to make this dump livable, otherwise we’ll be sleeping on this rotten floor!” Bellatrix cracked the proverbial whip, directing her glare to Susan and Daphne specifically, who were leaning against a wall, trying to catch their breaths.

She wanted them to pivot into redoing the flooring, and then start conjuring up furniture. Harry wasn’t feeling too worn out, but he had another reason for wanting to take a break from all of this work.

Bella had both hands on her hips, and her black thong had long since disappeared into the cheeks of her arse. Her breasts were straining against her lacy black bra, jiggling uncontrollably with each gesture she made as droplets of sweat raced down her stomach.

Daphne and Susan were wearing the other’s house colours. Daphne’s tight body was on display as her bright yellow knickers hugged her form, damp from sweat, and maybe something more.

Susan’s dark green ensemble was straining even more than Bella’s. Her bra in particular looked like it was ready to tear with every heave of her chest as she took deep breaths.

Tonks and Angelina, who had already started work on fixing the flooring, were facing away from him, showing off their matching white athletic knickers that popped even more off their brown skin. Tonks’ ass was the exact same size and shape as Angelina’s, and Harry wanted nothing more than to bury his face in them until he’d licked off all the sweat from their jiggly asses.

And then there was Lily, in the middle of the room, standing on a conjured stool, fixing the ceiling up, wearing a pair of boy-shorts with little Welsh Greens on them.

That was the final straw.

“We need a break!” Harry announced.

Bella turned towards him, ready to mouth off about how they couldn’t afford any distractions, but instead, her mouth hung open.

Harry’s pants and boxers had already been discarded on the floor, and the teen was walking with a purpose, his veiny cock swinging about like a sword as he went directly towards his mother.

Lily wasn’t paying attention, too focused on her work and keeping the sweat and hair off her forehead. She let out a yelp when she felt a pair of hands pull her shorts down. She glanced back to see her son, a hungry look in his emerald green eyes.

She knew then there was nothing she could do to stop him, so she very quickly accepted the situation. She bent over, presenting her glistening pussy to him.

Harry grabbed onto either side of his mother’s hips before burying his face into her cunt. The salty taste of perspiration was mixed in with her juices, and Harry found it added an extra kick to his redhead mother’s already delectable flavour.

Suddenly, the stool Lily had been standing on began to morph and grow outward. It scooped Harry up as the hardwood became soft, cushioned green velvet. Harry ended up on his back, with Lily falling directly over her son’s face, who after a moment of surprise, just readjusted his grip and continued eating his mother out.

Bella was climbing onto the couch, panties and bra long since discarded, and offered Lily a grin as she lined herself up with Harry’s thick, monstrous fuckstick. “I saved you some pain. Lover boy has a bad track record with chairs.”

Harry wanted to protest that it had only been one little incident, but between Lily grinding her pussy on his face and Bella sinking down onto his cock, engulfing him in her tight, piping hot pussy, he was unable to formulate a response.

The sleek auburn hair and the chaotic raven locks, the good witch and the bad witch. The two former rivals for the young stud’s affection were now sharing in their pleasure as they both rode Harry for all he was worth.

The other girls, seeing that their stud had already been cordoned off by the wily older witches, decided to make hay.

Or was it roll in the hay?

Either way, the last of their clothes were strewn everywhere as the girls had formed a daisy chain on the floor.

Well, not before Tonks had conjured a gigantic shag carpet and carefully draped it over the floor. Bellatrix had had a point, the flooring needed work.

Now, Nymphadora was in a position that had once seemed like an impossible fantasy. She had her face buried in Daphne Greengrass’ cute, delicate little flower, her fingers spreading open her lips as her tongue went to work, lengthening and thickening as necessary to give the cute blonde as much pleasure as possible.

Meanwhile, the Heiress of Hufflepuff was speaking in tongues against her own pussy, driving her insane.

Angelina was eating Susan out, with Daphne’s face in her own pussy, completing the lascivious chain of lewdness as all four girls worked to bring each other off, even as they squirmed and moaned from their own pleasure.

Bellatrix and Lily were leaning forward, sharing a hot, steamy kiss as Harry slipped a finger into his mother’s backdoor. She tensed around him, and he took that opportunity to swirl his tongue around her clit, causing her to buck against him and inadvertently push his finger halfway down her canal.

“Fuck!” Lily broke the kiss with Bella to scream bloody murder as she was stimulated from both ends.

Bella giggled, “Not so easy to keep your composure when someone’s playing around back there, is it? I’m going to have my revenge on you, Lily, for what you guys did to m-ACK!”

Harry had had enough of Bella talking and not moving. He gripped the older woman’s hips with his free hand and began thrusting upward, spearing her cunt with his thickness and leaving her unable to talk.

Soon, Harry had both Lily and Bella drooling. He thrust violently into the dark haired witch, all the while his mouth and finger were bringing his mother closer and closer to the edge. Lily and Bellatrix were leaning forward once more, but instead of kissing, the two women had their arms on the other’s shoulders, faces strained as they propped each other up while their young lover drove them both wild.

Their breasts swayed wildly, and as Harry twisted his finger inside of her anus and gave her clit a light suck, Lily’s grip slipped and she collapsed onto Bella, pushing her smaller breasts onto Bella’s large bust.

“Hah! I wo-ooooooON!”  Bellatrix gasped and panted as Harry’s cock punched into her sopping cunt one time too many, driving her over the edge into a powerful orgasms that had her own hold on Lily slip completely.

The two women fell forward, Bella on top of Lily who was on top of Harry, who kept fucking, sucking and fingering right through their orgasms, driving them to even higher peaks as they babbled for mercy.

Soon though, Harry did decide to show them clemency, if only because he was a spoiled boy who had many more toys to play with. He slid off the couch, letting his two milfs plop onto it, their pussies leaking onto the fabric as they shifted around until Bella was spooned up behind Lily, both women’s legs facing opposite ends of the couch.

It was a beautiful sight, but there was another sight that demanded Harry’s attention even more.

He had a decision to make. Laid out in front of him was a human daisy chain, four perfect pussies, all being kept nice and aroused for him. But, which one should he fuck first?

It became clear when he remembered that he’d never given Angelina that fucking that he’d promised her earlier.

Having selected his target, Harry went over to where Daphne was eating Angelina out. He knelt next to Daphne’s face, stroking his cock as he inched forward.

He tapped his girlfriend in the face with his cock. Daphne, instantly catching on, grinned as she gave his cock a quick suck, savoring Bella’s juices on him before she helped guide his cock into Angelina’s waiting pussy.

Harry pushed into Angelina and the girl moaned into Susan hard, starting a feedback loop that ended with Daphne yelling out in pleasure as Tonks’ ministrations intensified.

Harry placed one of Angelina’s legs on his shoulders as he began to stroke into her. Daphne was kissing his thigh, mewling lightly as Nymphadora continued to drive her wild. Harry ran a hand up Angelina’s stomach. It was chiseled, solid and muscular, so unlike the other girl’s softness, but he found he loved it all the same, especially now, coated in a slick sheen of sweat and juices.

Their modified daisy chain became almost a symphony, with Harry conducting everything from Angelina’s painfully tight cunt. Angelina placed her hand over his own as Harry leaned forward, tweaking one of her nipples, his hands squeezing her flat chest for all it was worth.

Finally, Angelina tightened around him, her especially powerful pelvic floor muscles doing their best to coax him into release. Harry grunted as his cock burned hot, shooting thick ropes of semen into the dark-skinned witch’s welcoming quim.

That triggered them all, and soon there was a chorus of moans as all the girls cried out their release, ending with Daphne, who pressed her face onto his side as she came all over Tonks’ hungry face.

Harry and Nymphadora just about managed to sneak out later on that night.

After everyone recovered from their little sexcapade, they got back to work with renewed fervor, and by early evening they had made the Shrieking Shack not just livable, but actually comfortable.

Luckily for Harry and Tonks; Lily, Bella, Daphne and Susan were locked in a heated four-way debate over decoration preferences, allowing them to slip out with an easy excuse of grabbing a bite to eat in the kitchens and a promise that they’d bring back some treacle tart for everyone.

Angelina, who’d been enjoying watching the girls argue while she read through a Quidditch magazine, sent them a wink as they left, easily deducing they had ulterior motives.

The cousins arrived at the ballroom, where they found Fleur already waiting for them, wearing her casual sleeveless button up and skirt.

“You’re late.” She said.

“You’re the sexiest secretary I’ve ever seen.” Tonks blurted out.

For the first time, Fleur didn’t seem annoyed by Nymphadora’s pickup line. In fact, she damn near blushed, “Let’s get on with this. Fair warning, what I am about to show you may be disturbing.”

Harry was pulling iut the pensieve projector he'd nabbed from Bella's office as Tonks smiled reassuringly.

“Don't worry, gorgeous, you can hold my hand while we're watching.”

Fleur's eyes widened. “Have you been getting coached?”

Nymphadora flustered. “Huh. No. Whaddya mean?”

“Nothing.”

Harry was setting up the projector as he tossed Fleur a shallow glass bowl that resembled a petri dish, “Alright, I guess we should take a look at the raw footage for starters.”

…

Down in the Hogwarts grounds, a great bonfire was blazing away.

“Albus, are you sure it is prudent to allow this?” McGonagall asked as the Headmaster wore a giddy, child-like smile.

“They're something else, aren't they.” Albus said as he and his deputy observed the two lead figure from a distance.

Minerva's face turned sour. “You mean Mr. Malfoy and that Umbridge woman?”

Dumbledore nodded. “Agents of chaos. Never seen two so skilled before.”

“Albus, are you actually crying?”

Students were lining up in front of the bonfire, tossing things into it. Many seemed eager, while others seemed to agonize over the decision, but without fail, they all added to the growing flames.

“I’m sorry about this, Gwenog,” Seamus whispered, a tear running down his cheek,  “But you can't keep corrupting me.”

The poster of Gwenog Jones, covered in suspicious white stains, seemed quite relieved about what was going to happen, and after Seamus tossed her into the flames, he swore he could hear a scream in joy as the poster quickly burned through.

Her joyful shout was quickly lost amongst the symphony of pained screams. Playwitch magazines, covers of Teen Witch, lewd photographs and much more, they all burned, their photographic likenesses screaming in a pantomime of agony.

At the center of it all, watching their work with pride  were Draco and Umbridge, the unholy alliance.

“Mr. Malfoy, this was a splendid idea.” The toad like woman said. “These children will now be able to focus completely on their education, and our school will be protected from teenage hormones.”

Draco wasn't really listening to her. He'd had a workout earlier, and he was checking to see if his pump was still present. Couldn't look anything less than perfect in front of his subjects.

“M-Malfoy.”

Neville Longbottom walked up to him, clad in his custodian clothing. He was carrying a broom and sweeping up the ashes from the bonfire. Filch had apparently tasked him with cleaning everything up once the bonfire had burned itself out.

“Yes, squib?”

“I-I just want to say thst you're an inspiration. A-And I was wondering if you could help me out?”

“Help you?”

“Y-Yeah. I wanted to have a bit more confidence, with girls and just in general. And seeing as you're so confident, I wanted to know if you had like, a method or a class or something I could take.”

Draco's first instinct was to dismiss the squib outright. But then his mind latched onto something.

“And tell me, squib. How much would you be willing to pay for this advice?”

Neville blinked a few times. “I'm not sure, my allowance is about five galleons a month-”

“Say no more. Give me some time, and I'll have something ready.”

The young custodian's eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Of course. Now move along and sweep up my fire.”

Draco had a dozen plans going off in his head. He was him, the perfect organism. He had charisma oozing out of every pore, why couldn't he teach the unwashed masses how to be more like him? And make some pocket money along the way too?

…

When Harry and Tonks snuck back into the Shrieking Shack later on that night, they were met with five witches, all sitting on the same extended couch, all five glaring directly at them.

“Oh, hey guys!” Tonks exclaimed before her eyes caught the now fully furnished living room.

It seemed as if the four way-debate had ended up in a draw. The room was a complete clash of styles. There were bright, floral accents mixed in with dark and gothic furniture, simple modern designs and grandiose medieval walls and flooring. It looked like someone had taken a design catalogue, cut it to bits with scissors and then tried to put a cohesive image together from random bits and pieces.

Overall, it didn’t look half bad.

“Where have you two been?” Bella hissed. “We’ve been up all this time, worried to death!”

Harry might have laughed it off if the other girls weren’t equally as pissed.

“Harry James Potter!” Lily, Daphne and Susan managed to scold him in unison. The three women shared silent glances before deciding Lily would take over.

“Where exactly did you go off to? You didn’t even bother bringing in the treacle tart I asked for! Have you two just gone off to drink with your friends while leaving us to slave over this household?”

That proved to be too much. Daphne cracked first, and then the other girls soon followed, breaking down into fits of laughter as the colour slowly returned to Harry and Tonks’ faces.

“That wasn’t funny.” Harry grumbled as he and Tonks made their way over to the couch.

“Alright, now that your guard’s down, what is it that you two were doing?” Angelina asked.

Harry rummaged around in his pocket before pulling out a small piece of parchment and handing it over to her.

Angelina held it out for all of the girls to read.

“This is an invitation… to a movie?” Susan said slowly.

Tonks nodded. “It's a very special screening of the first ever pensieve-film.”

“The Girl-Who-Lived.” Daphne read out the title. “What is this about, Harry?”

“Lets go to the screening tomorrow. I promise it’ll all make sense then.”

…

Harry had made sure to set the mood appropriately. He and Tonks had conjured plush bucket seats with cup holders. Tonks had stolen popcorn and soda machines from a cinema in London and they’d gotten a couple of house elves to be the vendors. The lights to the ballroom had been dimmed, and Harry had stuck Bella’s pensieve projector to the ceiling, using some magnifying glasses to project the image onto a large section of the wall.

Tonks led the girls into the room, and Bella, Susan and Angelina’s noses all perked up as they caught the first whiff of buttered popcorn.

“So you’re saying this stuff is corn?” Bella asked as a house elf filled her bag, “Muggles have learned how to transmute corn? They might be more dangerous than I thought.”

Susan took one sip of her sugary soda before she made a face, “You guys drink this?” She asked Harry, Lily and Daphne.

“It's an acquired taste.”  Daphne said as she pumped copious amounts of butter on her popcorn. “Wanna share this bag, Angie?”

Angelina tried to hide her disgust as she saw the blonde continue to pump heart-clogging amounts of butter into her bag. “No thanks, I had a big lunch.”

Everyone settled into their seats, with Harry and Tonks standing in front of the wall they would be projecting the ‘film’ onto.

“Now, this project was a collaborative effort. Not just between Tonks and I, but another person as well. If you could please step forward.”

From her hiding spot behind a strategically placed changing room divider emerged Fleur Delacour.

Lily and Bella both reacted with raised eyebrows, though the gears were clearly moving in their heads. Susan and Angelina were more openly ogling Fleur, who hadn’t turned her allure on but had turned her rejection completely off.

Daphne’s reaction was expected. A deep, deep frown.

“Harry, what’s she doing here?” Daphne asked, shooting him a warning look.

“Daphne, hear us out. I know you’ve made your opinion of Fleur very clear, but before you pass final judgement on her, could you please give this movie a shot?”

Daphne let out a huff, “This isn’t fair, you know I can’t say no to movies.”

“This one’s even in black and white.” Harry said.

Bella brought Lily, Susan and Angelina in for a huddle while the couple talked, “Coven side-meeting. If Daphne doesn’t want to take frenchie in at the end of this, I say we tie her down.”

“Sexually torture her until she agrees? That sounds like a plan.” Angelina said.

“Maybe we could just put it up for a vote? We’ve got a majority.” Lily said.

Susan pouted, “But the other way is so much more fun.”

“You know I can clearly hear you, right?” Daphne told them drily as they broke up their huddle. She sent another glare at Fleur, who returned her look unflinchingly.

“Fine.” Daphne’s capitulation was followed by a chorus of cheers.

“Here, blondie, you can sit next to Bella.” Bellatrix cooed as instead of conjuring up a new seat, she expanded her own, making sure to make it a tight fit.

Tonks, who had been looking forward to getting handsy with Fleur while everyone else watched the movie and had planned to offer the blonde to sit on her lap, grumbled as she took her own seat.

“Alright, Dobby, hit it!”

The lights dimmed completely as the pensieve projector spooled up, and a black and white image appeared on the wall.