This was his, his to do with as he pleased, to decorate and rearrange.
It was only after she had swept the room another time that Grace realized he was sitting on his bed, eyebrow quirked as he observed her .
Right, in his room, alone. She needed to focus a bit more and use the opportunity presented.
"I should punish you." she noted, slowly prowling towards him with enough playfulness to ease any concerns he might have.
"I have been verybad," he replied and just as the other times when he would 'play along' she nearly tripped and choked on her own tongue. "How harsh are you going to be with me?"
Riddle needed a moment to think about such a thing, because she didn't want to be cruel or hurt him but at the same time…
The thought of dominating the boy was so damn erotic. "Lie on the bed."
Harry quickly did as told and as she approached the witch slipped her pants and underwear down and off onto the floor.
He did need to be punished after all.
Upon reaching the bed Grace climbed up onto it before throwing a leg onto the other side of him, essentially straddling his face. "Show me how apologetic you are, and eat my pussy." After her command she lowered a bit as his face raised and…
Oh
Oh
Oh yes, that was something she had been missing, they really needed to do oral sex more often because…
Her mind blanked as her torso leaned forward, nearly covering his own as her eyes rolled back into her head. Harry was lapping at her exposed cunt, sucking, prodding, and just so so many other things that likely didn't have names.
Fuck he was good at oral sex, something she had already known.
"D-did you eat L-Lovegood out like this?" There was an attempt to keep the moment about them, just the two of them, but it was so hard knowing what he had done with the others, the way he had eaten the young airy blonde out, the way Cleopatra had desperately fucked him.
The thoughts had her moaning even deeper.
"You loved fucking them didn't you, Cleopatra and the others. I bet you want to fuck her older sister too, maybe even Delphini. Let her take advantage and control of your body, have her riding your beautiful young cock."
Speaking of which, he was doing all the work thus far, what was nearly pushing his tongue into her gushing pussy, she really should show him some pity. Thus she did, and with barely a moment his pants were slipped down to his mid-thighs and his hard, teenage, cock settled into her hand, throbbing in need.
"You need to fuck one of them this break, maybe Lovegood hm? Finish up where you left off, let her tight little pussy drain your cock and balls."
Then he was in her mouth as she swallowed him down, a shaky groan vibrating through his body, and therefore hers.
Oh yes, very wonderful. She licked and tasted his boyhood even as her hands trailed across his legs and up to his testicles, caressing and squeezing gently enough so he would know it was intentional but not to harm.
Had he ever done such a thing with another girl? Had any other ever devoured him in such a way or were they all so focused on themselves?
Fuck, she wanted to watch him fuck another now, wanted an up close and personal few of another woman's pussy defiling his body, listening to him moan as she rode his cock, listening to her brag and gloat about using him.
The thought of such, along with the way he latched onto her lower lips and sucked, had her cumming, covering his face, and likely part of his bed, with her juices, marking him as hers just as Lupin had attempted to do.
He came soon after and while she was draining his balls she made a resolution to watch him fuck someone else in the upcoming week.
It was the holidays, after all.
****
"Where were you?" There was no hint of subtlety in the woman's voice, instead it was blunt and accusatory.
Lupin, for her part, had the decency to look down at her own feet rather than the witch before her. "Dumbledore asked me to make a few adjustments of security around Hogwarts while a good portion of the students were gone. We thought that…"
"I don't care." Rosier interrupted, "I asked you to protect my daughter not Hogwarts. The school is a fortress full of competent adults and is protected by wards. My daughter was nearly assaulted while you were 'busy'." A shameful flush formed on the Lycan's face along with a muttered apology. "What else have you been doing besides playing the role as Dumbledore's pet."
The words were harsh and scathing and although Remi flinched, she did not argue the point. "Research, the attacks have been too well planned out to not have help from the inside. Someone gave Greyback access to the Express and lowered the wards, someone leaked information about your niece's scheduled outing, and it sounds as if someone was aware of your planned venture to Diagon."
Some of the anger abated from Sylvie's face before she moved to take a seat, gesturing to an empty one for the other woman. "The corruption case has been… complex. More than a few could face indictments and there could be even more hoping to hide their own involvement. It is difficult to determine how deep the rot has seeped."
"All the more reason for an offensive approach instead. What happens if this case runs the rest of the year? Goes into next and the next? What happens when our luck runs out? We cannot hope to protect them every minute of every hour and still allow them to be children."
****
The 'drop off', as Harry jokingly called it even though none of the rest found it amusing in the slightest, was planned at a political 'party' they had been invited to. Undoubtedly it was due to Harry's own rising stardom, and perhaps for Fudge to score some political points, but Grace had insisted they at least make an appearance.
"Fudge is already one foot in the proverbial grave."She easily noted when the protest from his parents, and his own whining, had begun. "This is an opportunity to meet some of those who work for the ministry, to make yourself seen and heard. It isn't fun but it can be invaluable for your future."
Reluctantly everyone agreed, with even Harriet and Amaryllis dressing up to attend. Harry hadn't wanted to go, hadn't wanted to be paraded about like an object but also knew there was a chance it would help his sisters' futures as well.
If a connection to him allowed them to prosper, then he could put up with the misandry for an evening. Even so he had been told to keep his comments to a minimum, especially concerning anything political or regarding recent events. There was no reason to give anyone a reason to look more into his life than they already were.
The five Potters met up with Riddle at the entrance before strolling inside and almost immediately being borderline bombarded by questions and requests for information. Luckily, his parents seemed to be adept at dealing with such things, to say nothing of the professor, and they pushed through until it was obvious that the behavior was unacceptable.
With an atmosphere just slightly above the 'high class' parties he had attended previously, Harry remained on guard until Riddle took him away from the rest of his family to get some punch for his nerves.
"Non-alcoholic" she noted with a hint of humor before another woman walked up and began chatting away, drawing her attention, and giving him a moment of solitude to breathe.
Or so he thought.
"Quite the impressive number of feats… for a boy." The voice was oddly familiar and upon turning he made the connection, it was the woman he had overheard arguing with Dumbledore all those months ago, the one who had made threats, the one who had insisted upon putting students in danger.
His gut told him everything he needed to. She was responsible for the attacks.
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