She had always been a bit curious how a 'player' like Zabini operated. While yes, Riddle had been with her fair share of men, and a few women, through her life there was always something a bit… supernatural about how certain witches could so easily seduce their way into a stranger's bed.
She moved closer and could overhear even faint conversations from her distance. "…came with someone." So, he was using herself as an excuse, or perhaps to dissuade further attempts.
"And yet here you are, upset and without anyone to comfort you. I must say your professor is certainly lax on her role if this is how she left you."
Grace's eyes narrowed, fingers twitching with the urge of showing the stuck-up woman just how 'lax' she was. "I don't need anyone to comfort me." Harry argued, and Riddle could picture the wheels turning in the other woman's mind.
They were both Slytherin, after all.
"No? I suppose you are in control of your own life then hm? Strong and independent?" It was so easy to imagine the defiance in the boy's eyes. Despite being sorted into Slytherin he was so very Gryffindor in actions and reactions. "Prove it then. Show me how grown up you are."
Such an obvious ploy, and for an adult it clearly wouldn't work, or with someone shyer or more inexperienced. But Grace had to hand it to the woman, she knew exactly what buttons to push. There was movement, but nothing else followed by a sigh of pleasure.
It was exactly what Grace had been waiting for, and took that moment to peek inside, trusting the occupants to be distracted. Sure enough they were, with the woman seated on a couch, legs spread, and her own date knelt between them, face buried into the woman's cunt.
Zabini, on the other hand, had one hand in his hair, pulling and encouraging him, with eyes closed and leaned back posture simply enjoying how talented the boy's mouth was.
"That's it, show me how good you are at eating pussy, that's a good boy."
Grace knew from experience how good he was, and having another adult confirm it merely set a fire of lust burning deep in her groin. What she wouldn't give to watch the woman take advantage and fuck him.
But she would take what she could get, even if the view was just of the back of his head and the woman's own face which continuously grew in pleasure. "P-poor Bliss, so desperate to have you and now her mother gets you first." the woman muttered out, pulling a bit harder on the boy's head. "She will be s-so jealous, especially when she hears how talented you are with a woman's cunt."
Another minute or two passed with the sound of licking, sucking, and kissing before the woman leaned forward, wrapping her legs around his back and pressing herself onto her face as she gasped out an orgasm, absolutely coating his mouth in her cum.
"F-f-fuck!" Breathing deeply she slowly released him with a smirk, "What a good little slut you are. Don't worry, next time I might even fuck you into a stupor." With that she stood, redid her dress and left.
On the way out Grace didn't even bothering to hide her presence, earning a taunting smirk from the woman, which received one from the professor as well, only serving to confuse the dark-skinned mother.
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"How did you like the party?"
He hesitated, not knowing how exactly to proceed. Should he tell her everything? If he did it would probably lead to her trying to fix the problem and possibly getting herself, and others, involved as targets.
If he didn't tell her and something happened though, something he could have prevented…
"Harry, what's wrong?"
Clearly, she could read the hesitation on his features and there seemed to be nothing else he could do besides tell her the truth. "I spoke with someone there, someone who had spoken to Dumbledore earlier this year, who I had a bad feeling about."
Riddle frowned, "You think she is up to something?"
"Considering how she outright told me to stay out of her business and if I don't, she will start going after my family? Yeah, I think there might be."
The woman's eyes widened in shock, "She… what!? Why didn't you say something right then and there?"
"And what watch you get arrested for trying to attack her or do something stupid? I've seen how easily people can be framed Grace, hell we lived through that."
But nothing could stop the angry panic which had set in, and the witch was already pacing about in the living room even as Harry took a seat to try and calm his own nerves. It had taken him long enough to reach the point where he wasn't trembling, no reason to start again so soon.
Grace stopped and turned towards him, "Who, who was it? Do you have any evidence? And physical proof?"
"I would have gone to the Aurors if I did."
She growled before continuing her pattern. "Fine, we will just cut out the middle woman as it were. I'll find her myself and ensure she isn't a threat anymore."
His eyes hardened, "So what, you're going to kill her and not leave any evidence? Hope it doesn't come back to you? Put that guilt on me along with everything else?"
The woman reeled back, blinking in surprise at how his words had cooled her anger. "No, no of course not I…" she let out a sigh before falling into the spot next to him. "We can't let someone get away with this Harry. Who knows what they might try next."
"I know, fuck, I know we can't, but I can't think of a way out of this."
Grace stared forward for a moment before rubbing tiredly at her eyes, "Let's see if Dumbledore is still awake."
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