Beyond The Rules - A Harry Potter SI Fanfic

The feeling of something hard inside her woke Tracey up the next morning, and she failed to hold back the moan that escaped her lips at the sensation. She was on her front with a pillow right under her stomach as her lover took her from behind.

"Finally awake, hmm?" Harry grunted as he slammed inside her, and Tracey turned her head to the side, making eye contact with him and grinned.

"I could get used to it," she groaned, her toes curling when Harry gave a powerful thrust inside her.

Suddenly the door to her room slammed open and both abruptly turned their heads to look at their intruder.

"Use the fucking privacy charms!" Astoria hissed as she entered and promptly dropped her ass on the couch, staring at them.

"Well?" She raised an eyebrow. "No need to stop for my sake. You two might as well finish this."

Tracey could only stare at the younger brunette as Harry shrugged and started to move once again. Meanwhile, Astoria keenly watched as Harry took her adopted sister who could only bite on the pillow to stifle her wails like the little slut she was.

"I didn't know you had voyeuristic tendencies," Harry remarked mid-thrust as he looked over at the young woman who smirked at him and parted her legs. Underneath her short skirt, she had worn nothing. "And pretty risqué as well."

He saw the other brunette start to play with herself, and chuckling, he grabbed Tracey's supple arse. Harry started to hammer furiously, sending ripples across her bubble butt and it didn't take long for the brunette to cry out hoarsely into the pillow as her orgasm crashed through her. Like so many times the previous day and night, Harry unloaded another thick load of his seed deep inside her quivering snatch, leaving her panting.

"I hope you've got a lot of that for today," Astoria remarked with a smirk as she licked her juices off her fingers.

Harry chuckled.

"I'll see you soon," he replied and walked out of Tracey's room toward his own to get ready, feeling their lustful eyes on his back.

XXXXX

It was an hour and a half later when they were done with breakfast and were sitting in Daphne's room. As usual, Harry and Daphne were cuddled up together, resting against the back of the loveseat while Astoria and Tracey sat on their respective chairs, looking at them.

"So, what would you two like to know?" He asked with a smile.

Astoria exchanged a nod with Tracey and looked at him.

"You were talking with mother about getting rid of the Dark Lord? What was that about?" She asked curiously. Beside her, Tracey looked on with interest.

"Oh that? Well, it was nothing too serious. Just some pest control," he replied, smirking.

"Harry," Daphne chuckled, seeing the shocked look on her sisters' faces at the way Harry dismissed the Dark Lord as some vermin. Harry looked at her with a smile before turning back toward the two brunettes.

"Well yes, I was indeed talking about it to your mother. Evelyn wanted to know how I was going to deal with the tosser, and I explained it to her. No big deal," he waved his hand dismissively.

Astoria and Tracey looked at Daphne before turning toward him with wide eyes.

"We are talking about the same Dark Lord here, right?" Tracey began. "You are so dismissive that it feels like you're talking about Malfoy."

"I wouldn't even bother to pay that ponce any attention, let alone voluntarily talk about him," Harry snorted and smiled at them. "Yes, I am talking about big bad Voldemort – the most overrated dark wizard in history."

All three women were slightly surprised at his tone. Harry noticed it and grinned..

"Look, I know how to take care of him and you can rest assured that his time will come soon. There are a few trinkets of his that I need to take care of, and once I do, he will soon be forgotten."

"What trinkets?" Tracey asked curiously.

Harry sighed. "To tell the long story short, Voldemort split his soul into several fragments and stored each part in an object before hiding them away. There are seven in total, and I've gotten rid of most of them. Once I destroy the remaining ones, whose locations I know by the way, only his main body will remain."

The two young women sat in shock as they stared at him while Daphne looked amused.

"I see… and his followers?" Astoria asked searchingly. Harry looked at her and smirked.

"Dead, I guess?" He shrugged. "They are connected to him via that mark, right? Perhaps they will die when he does, and even if they don't, I'm sure something could be arranged to take care of them. There's no need to let people like them live and disturb everyone else's peace, is there?"

"And it's you who's going to do it all?"

Harry looked at Astoria with an inquisitive look on his face. "What do you mean?"

The brunette sighed. "I mean why does it have to be you? You're only a Hogwarts student. Why do you have to be the one to take care of everything?"

"Who then? The sheep who can't think for itself?" He asked with a scoff. "Believe me, dear, no one's going to do anything. Everyone is ready to cower in fear and look for someone else to do something instead of doing it for themselves."

"And once someone does it for them, they look for excuses to vilify them," Astoria continued. Harry smirked.

"You're a sharp one, aren't you?"

The brunette chuckled.

"Like you said, no one else will do anything," Harry continued. "And frankly, it's hard to fully blame them. They are not capable enough to take any concrete steps against Voldemort and his group of thugs. That leaves the burden on a select few who have the power and the conviction to do something. There is a little group called the Order of the Phoenix which Dumbledore founded the last time Voldemort was waging active war on Britain. A few of those people are still working against him, however their methods leave a lot to be desired."

"Like what?" Tracey asked in interest.

"Well, first of all, they are staunch supporters of Dumbledore's mantra of non-lethal spellcasting. They believe they would be perfectly fine if they stun and capture the Death Eaters during battles."

"But then the other Death Eaters will quickly revive them, and even if they are imprisoned, they will be broken out. They'd be back to square one," Astoria muttered with a frown. Harry shrugged.

"I've understood that there is no use in trying to change their worldview. They won't deviate from their modus operandi and as such, I'll have to do my thing independent from them."

The three women nodded in understanding.

"And if they start to oppose you for your methods?" Daphne asked with a curiously raised eyebrow. Harry's response was to smirk and lean forward to bite her lower lip softly.

"They can try," he replied, eyes burning an intense emerald, "and they will burn."

XXXXX

Albus Dumbledore sighed as he emerged from the Pensieve after his excursion into the forgotten, walking over and taking a seat at the desk.

The Wizarding World was now aware of the return of Tom, and as such, it was inevitable that his former student would quickly press his advantage. He had one year of head start over the Ministry and he would not miss such an opportunity to remind the wizarding populace of the nightmares from two decades ago.

Cornelius' days were numbered, and the man had paid him a visit only a few hours ago, apologizing for his actions and conduct over the past year. Dumbledore had been understanding of the situation even if he had not forgiven the man entirely. Still, they had a cordial conversation. Cornelius had lamented how he had been utterly fooled by both Dolores and Lucius into thinking that he was after the Minister's seat and that Tom had not returned. He also informed him that he would be submitting his resignation soon and even asked him to run for the post of Minister.

Dumbledore had declined the proposal. He knew his focus was required elsewhere, namely taking care of certain trinkets that would have a significant bearing on how this war would take shape.

For a few years now Dumbledore had been aware of the existence of Horcruxes. Plural, indeed. Three years ago, Harry Potter had come to him with a certain black diary with a large hole in the middle, and the explanation of his encounter in the Chamber of Secrets had shaken Dumbledore to the core. He had only had one encounter with the term when he was his foolish young self, involved in fantasies with his dear friend, and there was no mistaking it.

Tom had created Horcruxes. How many? He had no idea. But it was certain that the diary was not the last.

Thus began his meticulous task of gathering every possible memory that pertained to Tom, ranging from events prior to his birth to the last time he was sighted before he became what he was known as to this day. He believed that by revisiting the events long forgotten in the annals of history, he could discern a clue or two, no matter how insignificant in the grand scheme of things, that would give him even the slightest insight into how many Horcruxes Tom had made, and the items he had chosen.

The memory he had visited a few minutes ago belonged to Bob Ogden who used to work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement a few decades ago. The memory was grim, conveying the pitiful situation of the House of Gaunt, but more importantly, it gave him a clue as to what Tom might have chosen as one of the Horcruxes – the ring Marvolo Gaunt had been wearing, and its hiding place.

The Gaunt Shack was detached from the main path, deep into the woods, and it was possible that Tom had hidden the Horcrux there. However, it was only a feeling right now. What he needed was obtain some more evidence that could corroborate that possibility.

The thought of Horcruxes made him think of a certain young wizard, and how his life had been diverted from its trajectory.

Harry Potter was an enigma. The boy had survived the killing curse when he was a child, which was nothing short of a miracle. However, that had resulted in him becoming a victim of Tom's soul that had split off during that incident. Ever since Dumbledore had come to suspect that Harry was housing a part of Tom's soul, he had believed that one day the boy would have to die for Tom to truly perish.

However, again, Harry Potter proved that he was a child of miracles. The Horcrux was destroyed without him dying and he was free of the taint. That changed things entirely. Earlier, he had envisioned somehow convincing Harry to gallantly sacrifice himself to Tom, thus achieving twofold objectives – the anchor that would have been tethering Tom to the place of existence would have been unmounted, and Harry's sacrifice would have provided the entirety of the wizarding populace with protection from Tom, and his forces by extension since they all were subjugated by their lord. It would have been the perfect repetition of how Lily Potter had sacrificed herself selflessly with the sole purpose of saving her son.

That avenue was closed for now. Harry did not need to die, which required him to alter the plans going forward. There was also the fact that Harry was now the true wielder of the Elder Wand, which would give him a significant advantage in the battles to come.

His silent deliberation was interrupted when, to his immense surprise, a familiar snowy owl glided through the window and deposited an envelope on his desk. Before he could even move, the owl grabbed a beakful of Fawkes' favorite treats and flew out of the same window, prompting his faithful familiar to squawk in indignation. Dumbledore chuckled.

"I will get you more, Fawkes," he said mirthfully, recognizing the majestic creature's look which said very emphatically, 'You better!'

Smiling to himself, Dumbledore took the letter out of the envelope and started to read.

Professor Dumbledore,

I believe you are already aware that I have not gone back to my relatives. I thank you for not trying to instruct the Order members to look for me or forcing me to go back, and I assure you that I am perfectly safe where I am. I'm staying at a dear friend's place for a week or two after which I will go to #12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius told me that I would be his heir, and I want to get started on getting that hovel fixed. It should go without saying, but the Order can continue to operate from that place. I would only ask you to rein Mundungus in. I always got bad vibes from that man, and I fear in the absence of a proper caretaker, he would try something.

However, that is not the main reason why I am writing to you. There is something I want to tell you… something that I think is important. I can't explain why or how it happened, but two nights ago, I remembered something I had seen when Voldemort tried to possess me in the ministry.

It was Voldemort, or rather, Tom Riddle from when he was at Hogwarts. He was talking to this old man with a thick mustache and a portly belly. I didn't recognize the room but it was undoubtedly Hogwarts. It was decorated, probably for a party or something. That is not important. What's important is that Tom was asking this man about something called a Horcrux. I don't remember what the old man told him, but Tom talked about making seven of those things. He was pretty fixated on that number, and the old man looked horrified before he rebuked Tom and sent him away.

Then last night, I remembered more. This time, Tom was significantly grown up, and I got a feeling that he had already become Voldemort. He was staring at a few items he had arranged on a table. I could feel his anticipation. He was very excited. It almost felt as if I was flying on my Firebolt. I don't know how useful it might be, but Tom was staring at his diary that Malfoy gave Ginny in my second year, a ring that belonged to some Gaunt, a cup and a locket that he stole from some old woman named Smith, some silver tiara with a big blue gemstone that once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw, if you can believe it, and his large snake which was slithering on the table.

I have no idea why this weird collection of objects would excite him so much, but you told me to tell you if I ever see something related to Voldemort, so I thought you should know.

I hope it's something important that would help us in this war.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

PS. I might be getting engaged to my girlfriend soon.

Eyes wide and hands shaking, Albus Dumbledore slowly put the letter down on his desk and stared into the flickering flames of his fireplace. His mind had blanked once he read that accursed word, and what followed was out of his wildest dreams. The contents of the letter were so unexpected that the post-script was the furthest thing from his mind.

He had thought that he had the cumbersome task of looking through possibly hundreds of memories to filter out the useful ones that could provide an insight into how many Horcruxes Tom had made and what they were. However, here it was, all listed for him to see.

Dumbledore could not believe something so serious and so significant to their cause had been delivered to him on a feeble piece of parchment. He straightened it once again and looked at the six items listed therein. The diary was already destroyed, and he had already suspected the ring and Tom's snake. The remaining three were big surprises, particularly the Diadem of Ravenclaw. To his knowledge, no one knew where it was. However, it seemed Tom had somehow found it and corrupted it along with all those artifacts with his tainted soul. Dumbledore could only lament the loss.

Nevertheless, this was a massive boon. It narrowed down his search for information significantly. Now he did not need to search for Horace or to somehow convince him to relinquish that memory. He knew what the Horcruxes were. Now, all he needed to do was pinpoint the possible locations Tom could have hidden them in. Not an easy task, but not so strenuous either.

At last, Dumbledore was starting to feel that they might succeed in ending this war before it escalated beyond control. They had an advantage over Tom, and it was imperative that they moved fast. He already had a suspicion that the Gaunt Ring was hidden in the Gaunt Shack in the woods outside Little Hangleton. It was time to do a reconnaissance of the place to see what kinds of protections Tom had placed to guard his Horcrux.

XXXXX

Today was Astoria's turn to go on a date with him, and somehow she had coaxed him to take her to a muggle nightclub. It turned out the brunette had always been fascinated with them whenever she went past one, but could never visit, at least until now.

Harry had no problems with that. Magic made it easy to conceal their real identities and even during the night, they could roam freely without fearing an attack from Voldemort's followers. He didn't think Voldemort would be willing to act out so soon anyway given the ordeal he had undergone after his failed possession attempt in the aftermath of the Battle of the Ministry, as it was now being called.

Like Tracey, Harry had come to know quite a bit about Astoria, particularly where she gained her rebellious and risqué self from. It turned out the young lady had decided to be the polar opposite of her elder sister in every sense. Where Daphne was a polite heiress of a pureblood household and conducted herself as such, Astoria was outspoken and defiant of pureblood customs. She hated wizarding robes and such, and preferred to wear her usual bedroom attire around the house, much to her sister's and mother's exasperation. They had had several arguments over the years regarding how the younger daughter carried herself, and in the end, the only compromise Evelyn could reach was that Astoria would wear decent attire at least outside her bedroom. What she did inside was her business and Evelyn agreed to not interfere with her privacy. Publicly, she would have to keep up appearances, even if it was a little bit.

Astoria had conceded after some time, and that had been the end of it.

He found the girl to be a slightly upgraded version of Tracey. Where the other brunette was also risqué and outspoken, Astoria took it to another level, as made evident roughly half an hour ago. They had been dancing intimately on the floor with her lovely body pressed against his front when this young lad came up behind her and started dancing. Harry had noticed him, but since he was doing nothing more than dancing, he left the lad to his devices. However, it seemed the lad took it as some sort of implicit permission from him and scooted closer, occasionally brushing himself against Astoria's back. His lovely girl indeed felt someone behind her but in her pleasure induced haze, she didn't pay it much attention and continued to sway against his front. It was when he and Astoria were finally kissing each other heatedly during one song that the brunette felt the lad touch her round arse over the short dress she had on. Immediately, she pulled away from the kiss and before Harry could even react, she turned around and punched the young lad square in the jugular.

The lad staggered back in shock and Harry glared at him, silently telling him to fuck off before he quickly led his girl away, not wanting to create a bigger scene. Last he had seen, the lad had been escorted out by a bouncer who gave him a subtle nod.

The entire affair had brought the girl's mood slightly down and they had decided to finally take a break from dancing. Currently, they were sitting on the barstool at the very end of the row and were indulging in some of the drinks. Even though they were near the dark corner, a privacy charm had already been set up to… well… give them even more privacy.

"You're a confusing man, you know that?"

Amused, Harry looked over at Astoria and asked, "Why do you think so?"

The lovely brunette replied, "One second, you tell us it's up to you to do something to get rid of the dark pest, and the next second you're drafting a letter to the headmaster telling him everything."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at that and took a sip of his whiskey.

"Well… you're not wrong. I did say that, but you all made me rethink," he replied, swirling the drink in the glass as he stared at it. "It's really on me to deal with the tosser, but that doesn't mean I can't let others try."

Astoria looked at him in confusion.

Harry smiled. "See, this information about the trinkets might not be known to many, but I know for a fact that Dumbledore has been searching for them. Obviously he means to destroy them, but figuring out what they are and where they are will take a lot of time. I just decided to lend him a helping hand. Now that he knows what the artefacts are, he only needs to figure out the possible locations those might have been hidden in."

"How helpful," Astoria retorted sarcastically, making him chuckle. "If you really wanted to help, you would've also told him where these trinkets are hidden. You said you know where."

"Where's the fun in that?" Harry asked in amusement. "I don't want to do all of the old man's work. Let him try a bit too. There's no satisfaction when someone has already done the work for you and all you are doing is reaping the rewards. However, if you have worked for it as well… now that feels satisfying."

"You're insane," she snorted, sipping her drink.

"Indeed I am," Harry replied in a husky voice, softly stroking her bare thigh. The brunette looked down and smirked but she didn't say or do anything, and Harry enjoyed the unrestricted access to the creamy skin. His fingers gently caressed her, leaving featherlight touches over her skin which gradually escalated her breathing and arousal in equal measure. The brunette kept sipping her drink slowly.

"How about we take this somewhere private?" He asked gruffly, and Astoria's spine tingled both at the proposal and the look of primal hunger in both his eyes and his voice. She knew she would be giving herself to him tonight, but now that the time was at hand, she found herself getting skittish all of a sudden. Her toes curled when he started to softly stroke her inner thigh, and involuntarily her legs parted, allowing him enough room to move his hand further upward under her dress. They were sitting close together, and Harry didn't even need to lean forward to stimulate her.

"What's the hurry?" She whispered, eyes closed and voice breathless as she leaned with her back against the bar counter. "We have all night to ourselves."

"Is that so?" Harry asked, amused. Astoria opened her eyes and the lust in them was palpable.

Her response was to spread her legs even wider, and Harry smirked before he leaned over. Right there in front of hundreds under only a privacy charm that could be easily breached if one walked a little too close, Harry pushed his fingers forward before he suddenly paused.

Surprised, he looked at her and grinned ferally.

"Tori dear," his voice was oozing his arousal and the brunette looked at him. "Did you come prepared?"

"Would've only gotten in the way," she replied with a soft moan as his fingers caressed her bare quim. "Now get to work already!"

Harry was only too eager to oblige and two of his fingers immediately plunged into the hot cavern of her honeypot. Astoria hissed, her hand clutching his arm.

"Look at you," he whispered in her ear as he pressed her between his body and the bar counter. "All wet and ready for me. Were you so excited?"

"Fuck you have no idea," Astoria groaned and Harry started to thrust his fingers in and out of her. "You two bastards didn't even put up the privacy charms last night. You have any idea how much I wanted to just barge in and mount you myself!?"

"Would've been hot," he replied with a teasing grin.

"Yeah, very. And then Tracey would've hexed me to the heavens for interrupting her lovely time with you."

Harry chuckled.

"No worries, I'll make sure you repay it to her tonight," he replied and leaned forward. Excited as she was, Astoria's lips immediately latched on to his and the lovely brunette started to snog him furiously, uncaring of how they looked right there with one of his hands buried under her dress while the other came up to squeeze her breast over her shimmering silver dress.

If only her mother, or even Daphne could see her now…

Harry grunted when she suddenly bit his lower lip as his thumb probed the swollen nub of sensitive nerves right above her pussy and he slowly pulled back. However, Astoria didn't share his opinion and her hand immediately fisted the back of his head into his hair and she pulled his face firmly against hers, sucking his lower lip and the blood. His fingers didn't cease working up her womanhood.

"You're not on the spell, right?" He asked finally when she released the firm hold on his hair and pulled back, looking at her swollen lips and the smeared make-up on her face. She looked absolutely ravishing, and he wanted nothing more than to pull her on his lap and bury his entire length inside her.

Astoria nodded.

"Not an heiress, so no need for one. Poor Daphne, right?" She asked with a teasing grin. Harry smirked and leaned closer, staring her down.

"Then I'll be giving you a little taste of what this night entails. You decide – here, the dance floor, some private spot, the restrooms, or the alley right behind this pub," he told her. Astoria's eyes widened.

"You're serious?" She asked, a mixture of excitement and apprehension filling her entire being at the thought of having her first time in such a manner.

Harry's response was to take her hand and place it on his boner.

"I'm ready to go. You decide now," he replied.

Breathless, Astoria looked around at the crowd dancing on the floor. There was no space, and she didn't know if they could even do anything properly. She didn't want her first time to be like that anyway. The other ideas had already been discarded in her mind, and she turned to look at him with a smirk.

"How long do you think your privacy charm can keep up?"

Harry gave her a winning grin, "Long enough to make you cream around me."

"Let's see then," she whispered teasingly, and quickly unzipped his pants. His erection sprang out of the zip and Astoria stared at it in wonder.

"You can touch it, you know?" He asked, amused. "It belongs to you too now."

Elated, Astoria reached forward and gently wrapped her hand around it, feeling the veiny shaft before she gave it a tentative stroke. Her eyes remained fixed on it and her tongue slithered out of her mouth to lick her lips erotically. Harry chuckled.

"Don't worry, I'll happily give you all the time to play. However, for now, I'd like to do something else."

Astoria gave his shaft another stroke and looked up at him. Harry smirked when she lifted her legs and climbed on his lap, facing him. Her hands grabbed his shoulders as she made herself comfortable and Harry relished the feeling of her curvaceous front pressing against his.

"Glad you chose this option," Harry smirked and grabbed her waist. Astoria planted her heels against the higher footrest of the barstool and let him lift her.

"Go on," Harry encouraged her, holding her steady in the air. Astoria nodded and reached down, holding his length before aligning the head against her entrance. Harry immediately released his hold on her waist, burying himself inside her in one go.

A loud cry of pleasure mixed with shock escaped Astoria's lips as she stared at him in surprise.

"Oh fuck!" She whispered, shivering on his lap as she felt something fill her up for the first time. She could feel every bit of him inside her and her toes curled in pleasure.

"Why does it not hurt?" She asked as Harry grabbed her waist once again and started to slowly move her up and down on his length.

"Magic," he replied cheekily and raised her high until only the tip remained inside before he dropped her with an audible smack.

"Oh yesss… I love magic," she whispered and placed her heel-clad feet on the footrest before she started to move up and down, aiding him and fucking him back.

Harry snorted as he looked up at her. Her brown hair had fallen around her face and he welcomed her inviting lips with a smile. Rocking her ass on his cock, Astoria kissed him furiously, releasing the entirety of her pent-up arousal. The privacy charm prevented all the muggles from noticing the debauchery that was happening right in their midst, and the thought of the charm failing in the middle of their fucking intensified their forbidden lust even further.

"You haven't seen these girls yet, right?" She asked teasingly, tracing the outline of her tits over her dress before her hands grabbed the straps. Slowly, she lowered them down her shoulder and pulled her arms out, holding the dress against her breasts. With a smirk, Astoria let the dress fall, and Harry had his first view of her tits.

Round and easily a handful, they were capped with soft pink areolae and a pair of hard nipples.

"Beautiful," he whispered and dragged a hand up, caressing her bare skin before gently cupping her breast. His thumb sank into her nipples before he started to roll it around, teasing her. All the while, Astoria could only moan in pleasure as she fucked herself raw on his cock.

She had been nicely stimulated by him prior to their fucking, and she could feel her climax approaching, more intense than ever before. Meanwhile, Harry started to suck her tits one by one. His tongue rolled her nipples around, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as he grabbed them with both hands and squeezed.

"Fuck I'm close," she moaned in his ear and began kissing along the side of his neck. Her lips sucked the junction of his neck and shoulder furiously and her toes curled as her inner walls tightened around his cock. Harry grunted at the sensation.

On his lap, Astoria's body shivered uncontrollably as her first sex-induced orgasm crashed through her. Harry's hands held her flush against him, stroking her bare back tenderly as the lovely brunette slowly calmed down. Pulling back, she looked at him with utter adoration and softly pressed her lips against his.

"I love you," she whispered once she pulled back, and Harry looked at her in surprise. He opened his mouth and she quickly planted her lips on his once again, swallowing his words.

"I don't expect you to reciprocate or say anything. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I'm yours until the end of my days," she whispered against his lips. His hard cock was still buried inside her orgasmic pussy and the brunette constantly clenched and unclenched her inner walls around it. "Know that whatever your ambitions might be, I… no, we will stand with you at every step."

Harry pulled back and looked at her smiling face. Sighing, he gave her a loving smile.

"One minute you are such a sex deviant who fucks me where hundreds of people could see, and the next you become this lovely woman who is pouring her heart out in front of me," he smiled. Astoria giggled and looked at him. With a smirk, she stood up on the stool and moaned as his hard cock slithered out of her satisfied quim. Holding herself against his shoulders, she carefully fixed her dress before she hopped off the barstool, making her lovely tits jiggle enticingly inside that sexy dress of hers.

"Come on, let's get going. I'm sure you'd like some relief too," she winked at him, and Harry grinned before he took down the privacy charms. Immediately, the couple that was sitting on the stools right beside theirs gave them wide-eyed looks, and Harry realized that they must have recognized the smell of sex that permeated the surrounding air. Smirking, he nodded at the young man who gave him a surprised nod back before he wrapped his arm around his girl's waist. Dropping enough money on the bar counter, Harry and Astoria walked toward the exit without a backward glance.

XXXXX

A blonde wizard with an uncharacteristically disheveled demeanor walked with jittery steps through the set of double doors. His eyes immediately fell on the only occupant of the room.

Wordlessly, he sank to his knees and kept his eyes downward. He could feel his gaze on the back of his head, and he could not help the shudder that coursed through him.

"Ah, Draco, I'm glad you came. Stand up. We have much to talk about," Lord Voldemort glared maliciously.

To be continued…

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