Exploring Desires (Completed)

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"It's growing! Your cock's growing in my hand. I can feel it! It's getting thicker! Oh fuck!" she wailed, her eyes wide with wonder. To think that a prick

this huge could swell even more! And all for her! All because she was pulling on it!

Harry stirred in his seat, inching his ass closer to the edge of the chair. His cock loomed higher in the housewitch's fist, soaring through her fingers

like a baseball bat. Deep in his throat he gurgled. His eyes fluttered close then opened again, rolling crazily in his head.

"It's leaking! Shit! Look at that! Your cock's leaking stuff!" Cissie raved, her gaze glued to the purple cock tip as it split open, and oozed a fat pearl

of clear pre-cum juice out onto its dome. As she watched, the bubble drooled easily down to the underside of the cockhead.

Leaning her upper body in close to him, Cissie hefted one tit in her left hand. She brought his throbbing hard-on in towards her tits, and, with a deft,

quick motion, poked her erect nipple with the shining satin prickhead. The ball of clear juice was transferred to her pulsing tits, making her nipple gleam

brightly like a Christmas tree decoration. Then Cissie began circling her nipple with his cockhead, smearing the sap around and around her tit-tip.

"Oh, fuck!" Harry groaned loudly, amazed at the young Cissie's actions. What was she trying to do, drive him out of his mind? He'd never had a woman do

such things to him. Never.

"Do you like that?" she purred, flashing her huge, gray eyes up at him a moment. "Does my tit feel good on your cock?" Around and around she daubed the

clear liquid, and, as if summoned by her hand, his cock seeped more and more juice from its tip. The end of her tit glowed with the sticky stuff.

She changed position suddenly, tugging his cock across to her other tit, where she repeated the lewd procedure. Her poor nipples were nudged this way and

that, bent out of shape under the stone-hard cockhead. They looked like they'd both been dipped in varnish.

But, just as suddenly, she let go of his throbbing cock, allowing his prick to support itself. His cock pointed to the ceiling like a bright-red racket.

She moved over his cock with her body, capturing his stiff prick between the lush globes of her tits. Bumped to the left and to the right, his cock finally

settled in the deep furrow of her cleavage, his cock shaft mashed under her two plush tits, its head poking promisingly out over the top, tilting towards

her chin.

She began to rock up and down on her haunches, driving her tits along his aching cock shaft, fucking him with her tits. She bent her nipples inwards, made

sure they scratched and scraped along the surface of his prick, scouring the twitching blue vein in its side. The oily goop that had seeped free was smeared

back onto the cock stickily.

"Oh, fuck, that feels great! Doesn't that feel great?" she said, bobbing up and down between his legs like someone possessed. "Do you like to fuck tits?

Do you? I love a hot cock in there! It feels so weird! I love a cock between my tits!"

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" he groaned. He didn't believe this was happening. Surely he would wake up any minute and discover he had dreamed all this.

"And you're leaking like a faucet! Look at all the stuff that's pouring out! It's all over my tits! All your juice is smeared into my tits!"

Great globs of pre-cum juice were seeping out his cock tip into the lush tunnel of her cleavage. It was lubricating the channel beautifully, allowing his

fat cock to fuck back and forth easily. Even his balls were coated with pre-cum, nestling cozily there on her rib cage like captured eggs. Once or twice

his cockhead bumped her under the chin and left a smear of clear cock-juice there, too.

"Would you like me to suck it?" Cissie asked suddenly, rolling her lovely gray eyes up at him. "Would you like me to take your lovely, hot cock in my mouth

and suck it till you come? I will if you want me to. I like to suck cock. Honest. I love to take a big cock in my mouth and suck out all the juice."

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Harry moaned, his head tilting back and forth on his shoulders. This was madness! This would drive him insane!

"How about I lick you first? I really like to lick cocks. And balls too. I really love to lick balls. But you must promise to tell me if you start to come

or anything. Will you? Will you promise me to tell me if you're going to come?"

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" Harry panted, nodding his head crazily. He couldn't speak.

"I like to know when a guy is coming, you know? Usually I can tell without him saying anything. But sometimes you get caught off guard. Tell me just in

case. Do you want to come in my mouth or what? Is that what you want? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" grunted Harry, humping his prick up towards her face.

But his cock was caught tightly between her tits, and she had his prick completely under her control. She bent her head, pursed her full red lips in a

pretty oval, each time his cock bore up through her tit cradle, its satin head inched ever closer to her inviting mouth. At last, in a coupling that made

his balls churn, his prick crown slotted itself perfectly, deliciously, into her mouth.

He humped his stiff cock up and down between her tits, and each time he thrust upwards, his cockhead blocked off the lush circle of her lips. She continued

her bucking movements, and, together, they fitted his cock tip to her lips time and again. Her mouth pouted and gave his prick soft, wet kisses, one after

the other, smearing lipstick onto his cock sexily.

"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Harry mumbled, glaring fixedly at the lovely Malfoy matriarch's turned teenager sucking face. None of his cock shaft was disappearing

inside her mouth. Only the head slipped inside each time. But it didn't matter. This was fantastic. Nothing could feel better than this.

Already his jism was stirring in his balls. The sight of her pretty face, all that platinum-blonde hair, that sexy, dark-blue eye shadow, her rouged cheeks,

her puffy, lipstick-smeared lips - it was all too much. The face was right in front of him, in his naked lap, with his reddened cock drilling against her

lovely mouth, ready to blast her with spunk.

Suddenly her tongue snaked out, dug underneath his pulsing cockhead, and supported his prick lovingly. Each time his cock drove forward, it slid straight

and true into the oval of her lips. She scooped up the trickle of precum that still steadily purled forth from his split prick tip.

Her hand burrowed underneath his balls, clasping them tenderly, squeezing them, coaxing up their juice. The combined effort of her hands, her tits, her

mouth, sent shivers of delight up his cock. He again felt the heavy cream rolling and bubbling in his captured balls.

"Does it feel good? Does your cock feel real good?" she said removing her mouth from him a moment and looking up into his face. "Don't forget to tell me

when you're coming. I want to know. I want to be prepared."

She resumed work on his aching cock. But now she took his prick in hand again, pulled his cock upright, and dipped her head so that she could get beneath

his prick. She poked out her tongue and began scouring his cock, licking and lapping up his granite prick shaft like his cock was some giant ice cream

cone. She wriggled her tongue over the pulsing blue vein, diddled her tongue into the piss slit at his cockhead, then delved below and began licking and

slopping at his balls with her soft mouth.

Again he groaned, his prick swollen beyond recognition in his lap. He closed his eyes, let his head roll back on his shoulders, tried to think of other

things. Why he hadn't shot off before now was a mystery to him.

"Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" moaned Cissie, folding her lips over the warm shaved pouch of his balls. She clamped his cock shaft in her fist and pumped his prick

up and down evenly, determined to keep his cock at its present stiffness till his prick exploded.

One ball plopped completely inside her open, gasping mouth. She flopped her lips over his balls. She bathed his balls in spit and began to curl her tongue

around his ball lovingly, rolling and bumping his ball against the insides of her cheeks. The ball was caught between her teeth.

"Ohhhhh," sighed Harry, his jism boiling in his captured balls. He tried to think of other things, ran his mind back over all the times Draco insulted

him or imagining Filch sucking a dick. But not even that wasn't stoping his tzunami. No other woman he had fucked prepared him for Narcissa Malfoy's ability

to suck balls or lick cock!

"How's that feel? Huh? Nice?" Cissie asked, spitting his ball out a moment and looking at him in the eye. Before he could answer, she dipped her head again,

sucked his other ball inside her hot, wet mouth. Her cheek bulged hugely with his great, fat ball. The swell of her face shone brightly.

And then she backed off yet again, releasing one ball only to press her face more harshly against his crotch in an attempt to suck both balls at one time

into her crazy mouth. Her tongue wriggled and her lips crept forward, and, by degrees, his spit-soaked ball sac was disappearing into her face, like some

huge hunk of food. This time, both her cheeks swelled out lewdly, filled to capacity with Harry's entire ball pouch.

"Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped, glaring at her in disbelief. Both balls at once! She was sucking both his balls into her mouth at the same time!

Even as he watched, her lips crept up over the last pulsing bulge of his sac, and his balls were gone, completely enclosed, by her hungry, sucking mouth.

"It can't be! You can't be doing that!" he groaned, recovering his voice. "It isn't possible! You can't suck both my balls at once!"

But I can, my dear boy, Cissie thought proudly. Just look at my face. There's the proof! Her heart swelled with triumph. Boys his age always thought they

knew everything about sex. But when you got right down to it, you could always prove them wrong on at least a couple of things. She was thrilled to prove

Mr. Potter wrong. What better proof could he want of her abilities?

"Mmmmm!" she muttered, slobbering on his balls as if she were eating her last meal. There wasn't very much she could do with them, really, for her mouth

was just too full. She simply flexed her cheeks back and forth and ran her tongue continually beneath his tight sac, bathing both balls with warm, wet

spit. Her eyes bulged with the strain.

Her fist kept up an even rhythm on his looming prick. The cockhead dripped a steady flow of clear cum into her hair. His hips rose and fell gently as he

drove his cock through the vise of her fingers.

She gagged suddenly, and his balls burst roughly from her glistening face. They bounced and jangled a moment before settling, their tiny hairs and enclosing

skin glistening with Cissie's hot saliva. The pouch was damn near steaming.

"Arrgh!" he called out in panic, wondering what the hell was happening. His ass cheeks clenched and unclenched with tension.

"I'll suck you now, okay?" she said, glancing into his face. "I'll take your cock in my mouth and suck you off. Would you like that? Would you like me

to suck you off?"

Harry groaned, out of his mind with lust. How had he gotten into this situation? What had happened? At the beggining of summer, he thought that this would

be just another summer... the next he'd had a dousin or so housewives and girls wanting him every day of the week from dusk till dawn... then Hermione

came into the picture transformed into a true nimpho... then the perfect beauty from France together with a metamorph... then Draco's mother turned into

this half-nude angel of a girl sucking his balls! It was like some wild wet dream!

Cissie got up on her knees and angled his cock down towards her mouth. She licked up underneath his prick several times, scraping her tongue from the base

to the crown. Then she tilted her head, opened her mouth, and let the purple bulb of his gleaming cockhead slip between her lips. His prickhead rode over

her tongue and bumped the roof of her mouth.

"Ohhhhh! In your mouth! In your hot mouth!" Harry grunted, raising his ass and drilling as much cock as he could between her sucking lips. His balls were

still sizzling from her suck job, and the cream was boiling inside them.

Cissie dipped her face till three inches of his prick had disappeared. Then she backed off, raised up off his cock till only the cockhead was inside her

mouth. She gave his prick a good long suck, wrapping her tongue around his cock and then began a gentle up and down movement with her face that sent several

inches of cock into her mouth on each successive stroke.

Her fingers clasped around his solid cock at its base and held his prick in place while she gradually worked her way down the cock shaft. She shucked up

and down with her fist, priming his prick evenly. Its girth forced her lips into a huge circle. Saliva drooled down its sides and made his cock gleam damply.

"Mmmfff! Mmmmfff!" she snorted, her nostrils flaring. His cock was growing still!

Six, seven, eight inches of cock were now disappearing each time Cissie dropped down on the stiff prick. His cockhead was bulling its way deep into her

throat, blocking off her air supply, forcing her to gag. Yet she kept up the good work, not willing to stop till she had taken every last inch, till she'd

swallowed all inches of his bloated cock.

"You'll never do it!" he wailed, his eyes popping. "You'll never be able to get it all inside! It's too big! You can't! You can't!"

Cissie ignored him, backing up off the cock only two or three inches now before plunging recklessly back down again. The entire lower part of her face

was swelled out of proportion, as if she had some rare disease. Her lips were stretched to the splitting point around his hot cock.

"Mmmfff! Mmmfff!" she burbled proudly, and with a last wriggle of her lips, the final two inches of cock vanished into her over-stuffed face. She gurgled

deep in her throat. All nine inches! She'd taken all nine inches of his granite cock into her mouth! Let any other try that! When it came to sucking a

cock, she was a champion! She was one of the very best!

Harry began grunting weirdly and his belly started to flex and spasm. He drove his hips up again and again, burying his hard-on deep in Cissie's face.

Her lips and teeth nipped at his shaved pubis. He had to come soon. He had to. If he didn't, his poor balls would burst. They'd explode and spray the whole

room with jism!

Cissie bobbed her head madly in his lap. She backed off a little in order to make things easier, but she still sucked a good eight inches of cockmeat into

her mouth on each downstroke. He would soon be there. She could tell. It wouldn't take long now, and he would be shooting off his globs of cum.

She took a moment to think about what she would do when he came. Would she keep him in her mouth, let him fire blob after blob of hot cream into her stomach,

or would she take him out, pump up the steaming gobs with her fist? She always had trouble with this decision. She liked it both ways. She liked to swallow

the stuff and she liked to watch it fire off into the air in great scalding wads.

Of course, it would be really nice if he wasn't ready to shoot yet. Then she could take off her pants and straddle him, take his cock up her cunt and fuck

him to climax. But that seemed to be out of the question, at least for now. Those twitches and tremors could only mean one thing - he was getting ready

to shoot. She wouldn't even have time to get him inside her pussy before he shot off. And that would be no fun at all!

"I'm coming! I'm going to come!" he wailed, remembering at the last minute that he had promised to warn her. "I can't hold back any more! You're driving

me crazy! I'm going to come! I'm going to spray your throat with jism! Look out! Look out!"

Up and down Cissie drove her lovely face, pumping on his stone-hard cock shaft with her plush lips. Her movements were faster now, more energetic, and

her wild, flaxen hair bobbed and twirled as she sucked. Her mouth flopped back and forth crazily.

"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he raved, driving his ass up and out of his chair and feeding her long stiff inches of red cock. "Going to come in your mouth!

Going to fire off all my jism in your hot mouth! I can't help it! Ohhh, fuck, I can't help it! You're sucking me dry! You're sucking me dry!"

He could feel the heavy cream sizzling in his balls, stirred up to a frenzy by her sucking, whorish mouth. He'd held back longer than he had ever thought

possible, but the wait had taken its toll. When he dumped this load, there'd be no holding him back. He would have gallons of cum to get rid of.

He'd seen his climaxes many times. They were powerful. Now, after all this mad sucking, there was no telling how far he'd shoot, or how strong the blast

would be.

Cissie gurgled, her mouth suddenly full to overflowing with scalding hot jism. His prickhead spasmed, the cum slit had opened, and out had poured a huge

wad of spunk onto her tongue. The cum rolled and wriggled in her mouth like hot wax, seeping in the back of her gums and coating her teeth, ballooning

her cheeks wide. And his cum bathed his cockhead, lubricating her mouth so that he could plunge forward rapidly.

And this is what he did, plowing the great pool of cream before him, back over her tongue, down into her throat, and deep into her belly. He used his cock

like a plunger, forcing steaming blobs of cum down over her tonsils. And then he drew back, pulling with him sticky strings of white that clung to his

stiff cock on the outstroke. Silver jizm oozed from her lips, dangled from his prick and dripped steadily over her lovely chin.

"Oooooooh, fuck! Oooooooh, fuck!" he wailed, his head falling back on his shoulders, his eyes closed with tension. "Coming in your mouth! Dumping a hot

load of spunk in your sucking, wet mouth!"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Cissie groaned, her face full of gratitude. Her fist pumped the base of his cock harshly, cranking up wad after wad of scalding jizz into

her mouth.

It was as if that initial blast had been no more than a teaser, for now his balls twitched and jerked with a vengeance, firing up endless supplies of greasy

cum that had her coughing and gagging in no time. One bolt jetted clear while his cockhead bore far into her throat, slithering to her stomach before she

realized what had happened. All she felt was a brief squirming in her throat, as if she'd tried to swallow three or four raw eggs at one go.

Another bolt refilled her still-clogged mouth, pumping out her cheeks so violently that there was a strange, exploding sound. Ropes of white were shooting

from the corners of her ragged lips. Rubbery strands of cum dangled from her chin and attached themselves to her lush tits.

A third blast was too much for her bloated mouth. She began coughing raggedly, and the spasms sucked up jizz into her nasal passages and down her nose.

Hot, popping bubbles of silver flowed from her nostrils, dotting his plunging cock with bright speckles. Her lower face was splotched with white.

But he was not finished yet, and as another sizzling jet spat from his twitching cock tip, she was forced to back off, to lift up off his rampant cock

and gasp in gulps of air. Her mouth opened wide, free at last of cock. Thick jelly strings of white danced across her mouth, making her reddened lips shine.

A bolt of slime fired straight and true, as if aimed, into her gasping, cum-clogged mouth.

"No! In your mouth! In your mouth!" he groaned, humping his cock back and forth in her fist. He still had lots of cum to get rid of. He didn't want his

jizz to be wasted!

Cissie pumped on his emptying prick, tilting his cock blindly before her face as she sucked in air. The cockhead spasmed, opened wide, and shot a bolt

of slime up her left cheek and over the bridge of her nose. The pearl bounced off her eyelid and fell in a slithery rope down her face to her jaw. A fat

ball of cum caught her eyelash and hung from the tiny hairs like a bead of mercury. It dripped steadily to her cheek bone.

"Aaannnggghhh! Suck it! Ohhh, fuck! Suck it!" he gasped, out of his mind with lust. He was staring dazedly at her now, watching as bolt after bolt of slime

shot out into her face.

She moaned loudly, heavy pools of white overflowing her puffy lips. She opened one eye to locate his twitching cockhead, wanting to take his prick back

into her mouth now that she had recovered a little. But before she could capture his cock, another jet spat into her face, this one in a straight line

that wriggled just to the right of her nose. It soared up all the way over her forehead and into her hair, leaving a thick tear trail down around her eye

socket and over, her cheek to her mouth. The gooey strand glowed silver up the entire length of her pretty face.

"Shit, you're getting cum all over yourself!" he yelled. "It's shooting all over your face! Put it inside! Suck it! Suck out all that juice! Ooooooh!"

Cissie captured the naughty cockhead at last and sucked his jizz inside before it could do anymore damage. His prick spat out two more jets of cum, but

small ones, just enough to coat her tongue and slither behind her teeth. She sucked and sucked, drinking down what was left of his steaming load. Her throat

bobbed prettily.

"I don't believe it! I don't fucking believe it," he croaked, slumping back into his chair like a boy drained of his life forces. "You've sucked me dry!

You've sucked out every last drop!"

Cissie circled his cockhead with her tongue, cleaning up every trace of jism from his swollen prick. She bucked her face down his cock shaft once in a

while, scooping up what clung to his cock in sticky layers. Her clutching fingers were glued together with cooling spunk.

"You'd be surprised," she muttered finally, pulling her mouth off him for a moment. "I could make you come again, no problem. Do you want me to try?"

Harry gazed down at her tiredly, barely aware of what she was saying. He felt as though he could sleep for a week. He felt totally drained, as if all the

energy had been sucked from him. His chin fell forward onto his chest and a trickle of sweat ran down his temple.

"Huh? Do you believe me?" Cissie persisted, looking him in the eye. "I could keep you hard and make you come again no problem. What do you say?"

"Don't let me stop you."

That was enough of a challenge for Cissie. She dipped down her head, took him into her mouth again, and began sucking and bucking on his emptied prick

like she had a deadline to meet. Her hand shucked his cock up and down in a vise-like grip, her fingers no more than a damp blur of motion. His balls joggled

helplessly beneath.

He gripped the arms of his chair tightly, forcing the knuckles to turn white. Sweat ran down his face in steady drools.

She sucked and pumped on him, refusing to let him get soft. His cock soared in her fist, its purple crown glowing darkly. If she let up for a minute, he'd

go limp. She couldn't afford to ease up for a second.

With a confidence that surprised him, Cissie raised her mouth off his still-hard cock. She stared at him briefly, her hand pumping his prick roughly. Then

she paused, glared at his prick, and pulled his cock towards her. As Harry watched in fascination, she began slowly rubbing the cockhead into her face,

smearing his jism back and forth across her splattered features.

"Isn't that nice?" she queried sweetly. "Isn't it nice to watch aunt Cissie rubbing your cock into her pretty face? Don't you like the way your jism squishes

all about?"

Harry moaned, noting that though his cock was free of her mouth, his prick was still hard as stone, still looming up in her fist like a baseball bat. He

wasn't going to get soft at all with her... she was just tooexciting! At least as long as she kept up this lewd display. As if the sight of her spunk-splattered

face wasn't enough, she started smearing cum every which way with his cock.

"Let's fuck," she announced suddenly, catching him completely off balance. She let go of his cock, allowing his prick to swing heavily in his crotch and

drip scum onto his chair. She stood up, reached under the hem of her stylish red dress, and pulled it up her legs till it was rolled like a belt around

her waist. In one fluid motion, she thrust her panties and hose down around her calves and showed him the bristling blonde hair of her cunt.

"What... what are you doing?" he asked stupidly, staring up at her with a blank face. "What is this? What are you doing?"

Cissie clambered up over him, planting a foot on the chair on either side of him and supporting herself by clasping his shoulders. She reached for the

still-stiff spike of his prick, squatted down on her haunches, and proceeded to lower herself onto his blazing hard-on. The lips of her cunt had been wet

and drooling for quite some time, and now her pussylips began to separate.

"I'm going to fuck you, Mr. Potter. How do you like that?"

Tilting his greasy cock to the left and right, she searched out the gaping slice of her cunt with his prickhead. Once she touched her soggy pussy flaps,

her belly began to tingle with longing. She leaned a little to the left, and suddenly, the satin bulb of his cockhead was lodged firmly between her cuntlips.

"Ohhh, that feels so nice! Do you feel it? Do you feel my pussy on your cock? Ohhh, it feels so good!" she groaned, lolling her head back on her shoulders.

Her eyes fluttered and closed with pleasure. "I'm going to sit on your cock. I'm going to sit on it and let it push deep inside me. What do you say to

that? You think that's a good idea?"

Harry gripped the arms of his chair and gaped stupidly into her crotch, amazed that his purple cockhead had disappeared between her lush cuntlips. His

prick stood up, firm and solid, vanishing under her blonde cunt hair like a thick, pink pole.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted, jiggling herself up and down atop his stiff-cock. She was circling herself around the stone cockhead gingerly, reaming

her pussy as wide as she could before settling on him. A thick, gooey paste oozed out her cunt and slithered down over his hard-on, soiling her fingers

before dribbling into his crotch.

Her cuntlips wriggled themselves down his prick crown and beyond, over the flange beneath and along an inch of cock shaft. They sucked and nipped at his

solid bulk, urging his prick inside a little at a time. Her cuntlips widened lewdly around his cock, cranked out of shape by his fucking prick.

"Ohhh, it feels so fucking nice! You're so hard! Your cock's so fucking hard! I want it all! I want all inches of you inside me! Ohhhh, what a cock!"

She sank lower on him, and two, three, four inches of cockmeat drove into her split pussy. She bent her head now to watch the progress of the bulling cock,

and her gorgeous flaxen hair dusted his face. He wanted to reach out, circle her waist, and draw her to him. But he couldn't. He clung tightly to the arms

of his chair.

"Suck my tits! Here, suck on 'em!" she urged, palming one of her massive tits. Her stiff nipple was between his lips in an instant.

Five, six, seven inches of cockmeat drilled into her greasy pussy. His prick was so thick, so fat, that her poor cuntlips were mangled out of shape around

his huge cockshaft. The pink button of her clit was cranked into the open as her pussy expanded. Her clit wiggled and twitched oddly.

"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" moaned Harry, his cock an aching spike in his lap. His mouth twisted into a harsh line as he squinted up the length of Cissie's gorgeous

naked body. He glanced briefly into her face, which was still masked with all the cooling layers of white spunk. He tugged and nipped at her stiff nipple

with his teeth.

"Yeah! Oh, yeah! Suck 'em like that! Suck 'em like that while I fuck you! It feels so good! Your big, thick cock feels so good inside me!"

She slid down the last two inches, and all of Harry' monster cock was inside her. Their combined juices made up a thick, sticky paste. Clamping a hand

on each of his shoulders, she began to jiggle up and down, sitting on his cock and riding his prick crazily.

"It feels so good inside me! It feels so fucking huge! I've never had a cock this big inside me before! I can feel it all the way up to my chest!"

Gradually, she speeded up her movements, bouncing with more and more jerky humps on top of him. Her mighty tits began a lazy, delicious joggling motion

on her chest. They were hard to keep a hold on, and he soon spat out her nipple, content just to watch her plush tits bobble up and down.

"How I love to fuck!" she whimpered, fixing him with a crazy stare. "There's nothing like it! There's nothing like having your cunt crammed with so much

cock you can hardly breathe! It feels like a steel bar rammed into you! It's so good! It's so fucking good! I'll never get enough!"

Harry lay back in his chair and watched the horny ex Mrs Malfoy hump herself into a frenzy. He was pinned beneath her, unable to move an inch. Up and down

she plunged, raising herself three and four inches off him, then dropping down on top of his cock so that every inch was devoured. His balls were mashed

time and again into the tops of his thighs.

"You're such a hot housewife, aren't you?" he gasped, his face glistening with sweat. "You love cock, don't you? You love every inch of it, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! I love every fucking inch of it! Give it to me! Give me all of it! I need all your cock! I love it so! I love your cock so much!"

Her movements speeded up and her hair began to bounce in the air as if she were jogging down the street. Her huge tits flopped this way and that on her

chest, rolling every which way like balloons filled with milk. Warm, wet pussy juice dribbled from her cunt walls and soaked his cock and balls.

"I'm going to make you come again! I'm determined! I'm going to make you spurt deep inside me! I want all of it! I want every drop of jizz you've got!

I'll never get enough! Never!"

She bucked up and down on top of him, driving her cranked-wide cunt time and again over his granite cock, burying his prick deep in her cunt. Her long,

lovely thighs rippled and flexed with the effort and wrapped tightly over his. She felt deliciously, gloriously full, totally crammed with cock.

"Oh, Harry, you big boy, give it to me, give me your seed..." she purred raggedly, humping up and down in his lap.

Harry grunted, not listening. He could feel the spunk squirming about in his balls, readying itself for release.

"Ohhhhh," mumbled Harry.

"Oh, give Cissie your seed, give me a baby, Harry, give me a baby girl, give Draco a little sister..."

"Huh?" wheezed Harry, finally getting the gist of what she was talking about. "Huh? What are you saying?"

"Make me pregnant, baby put a baby in my oven..."

"Uuungh," Harry groaned, his mind suddenly crystal clear. What surprised him was that he wasn't feeling any different from the other times he fucked somebody.

He should feel something, but it appeared that the only thing he was feeling was more excitement. He remained as stiff as ever. More so, if that were possible.

And she continued to buck on top of him like all the other women he fucked.

"Don't you want that, Harry? Don't you agree?" she groaned, her tits joggling, lewdly. Spunk still streaked her lovely face and dribbled lazily down over

her plush tits.

"Yeeeeeeeesssssss," he gasped tiredly, past caring.

"All right, Harry!" she yelped, a wide smile creasing her spunk-soiled lips. "Don't you worry! I'll fuck you till you can't stand up! I'll fuck you till

you're drained so dry you won't come again for a whole month! I'll fuck you until you make me pregnant and much more after. Here we go, Harry! Here we

fucking go!"

She suddenly began a rough, vicious humping motion, driving herself up and down on his hot cock. She leaned in tight over him, mashed her tits to either

side of his face, and rubbed her soiled tits into his cheeks harshly. Her thighs split wide on top of him as they pistoned her up and down.

"I love it! I fucking love it! Nothing like a hot, hard cock! Nothing like a good, hot, hard cock all the way up my cunt! Give it to me! Give me every

last inch! Ohhh, I love it! Ohhhh, I fucking love every inch of it! Yeah!"

With a wild desperation of his own, Harry fucked his cock up into her, pushing her cuntlips out of shape cruelly. She had him where she wanted him, it

was true. He was going to pump her so full of jism that she would need a week until in would all come out!

"Yes, fuck me, Harry! Ram that beautiful cock all the way up into my cunt! I love it! I love your cock! Spurt up inside me! Pump me full of jism! Cream

inside me! I want all your cum! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

His face dripping with sweat, Harry fucked into her, burying his granite cock again and again. He wanted to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to stand

up!

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she grunted, her face a distorted mask of lust.

Her head rolled back loosely on her shoulders and blonde curls stuck to her gorgeous, cum splashed face. She seemed to be losing control. Her movements

on top of him were becoming more and more ragged. Her wide-spread legs flexed and pulsed oddly. Her soggy, cock-stuffed cunt was damn near steaming.

"I'm coming! Oh, how I'm coming!" she gasped, bucking up and down on him madly. She gazed briefly into his face through cum-clogged eyes and bit her lip.

"Coming with your huge cock up inside me! Ohhh, fuck! I'm coming so good!"

Harry fucked into her without mercy, determined to push her over the edge of climax. He felt very close to coming himself, but he was in control enough

to wait till he had finished her off. It would only be a matter of seconds.

"Uuunnngh! Uuunnngh!" she groaned, her tits lolling up and down. "Sooooo good! Sooooo fucking good! Your beautiful cock! I love it! I'm coming so good!

Ohhh, fuck! Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"I'm going to! I'm going to give it to you! I'm going to fill you full of jism! You asked for it, you're going to get it!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" she panted, still in the throes of her climax. Her cunt was loosing torrents of cum onto his embedded prick, basting his cock in the oily

fluid. Her belly rippled and spasmed with pleasure.

"You ready? You ready for a baby?" he sneered, confident that she was far gone and totally out of control. "You want my hot spunk up your cunt? Huh? You

want me to fill you up with hot steaming cum?"

"Yes! Ohhh, yes! Fill me with it! Fill me full of cum! I want it! I need it so bad! Ohhh, please! Please fill me with jism!" she yelled.

She bobbed up and down on him so harshly he feared she would jump off his thick cock entirely. He had a sudden vision of his prick springing free of her

cunt, spraying white blobs of jizz every which way.

"Careful! Careful you don't lose the fucking thing!" he warned, concerned. "Keep my fucking cock inside you whatever you do! Don't lose it like you did

last time! I want to dump this load up your cunt! I want to fill you so full of cum you'll be coughing jizz!"

"Uuunnngh! Uuunnngh!" she groaned, still climaxing. Her lower body felt like it was melting. Sparks of pleasure were firing up into her cunt.

Then there was a noise like a muffled detonation, and she felt like she was sitting on a fire hose. For a moment, she couldn't figure out what was happening.

Then it hit her. He was coming! He was coming at last inside her quivering cunt! She'd done it! She'd made him come deep inside her! Her fertile ground

was finally seeded... for the first time in years!

"Ohhhh, fuck!" he bawled, his prick a greased piston between her legs. "Feel it! Feel it! Coming up your cunt! Coming up your crazy, sucking cunt!"

"Yes! Ohhh, yes! I feel it! I feel every drop of it! Shoot it! Shoot it all up my cunt! Ohhhh, please! Ohhh, please give me all you have!"

Thick, waxy bolts of paste fired off from the tip of Harry' cock and coated the soggy walls of Cissie's cunt. He would never have believed it possible,

that he could come so deep up inside Draco Malfoy's mother. But it was happening. He could feel it. Again and again his cockhead twitched, spitting heavy

wads of slime into her sucking cunt.

"Yes! Oh, yes! More! More! I love it! I fucking love it!" she bleated, her ass cheeks a blur on top of his thighs. "Spunk inside me! Toss that jism deep

inside me!"

His raw, aching prick quivered, spurting another scalding geyser of white far into her pussy. The cum belched out in sizzling knots, filling the needie

housewifes hole to overflowing in no time. Down along his plunging cock, the sticky fluid backed up.

"It's pouring out! Look! Ohhh, fuck, it's all pouring out!" Harry moaned, his eyes glued to the split of her crotch.

Down along his glistening prick, long ribbons of white spunk wriggled and escaped from the heated hole of her cunt. They ran down his cock like tallow

down a candle, pushed and plowed further each time she sank her weight onto him. And at last his cum squirmed into his crotch, slithering to his balls.

Cissie ignored him, driving herself up and down on his captured prick as if her life depended on it. She was still climaxing. Her eyes closed in concentration,

and her tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth. She rode him without letup, bouncing her split thighs on top of him and letting his spurting cock

fuck deep.

His cock squirted still, pelting her insides with hot silver blobs of spunk time and again. It seemed he had endless supplies of cum to deliver, and she

accepted his jizz gratefully, sucking up the steaming ropes from the depths of his balls. One, two, three times more his cock spat, each time firms a long,

hot glob of jizz deep into her pussy.

"I love it! I fucking love it!" she chanted, her voice hoarse. "Pump me full of cum! Pump me full of lovely jism!"

A lewd, squelching sound rose up from their meshed sex parts as the scalding cum drooled out to freedom and glued them together. Her cunt glistened and

gleamed with fuck juices, as if someone had poured oil all over her. A white froth sparkled on her mound; the tops of her thighs gleamed wetly.

His cockhead spasmed and quivered deep inside her. Yet another boiling glob of spunk shot up, this one so high she swore she could feel it land up in her

chest somewhere. Would he never stop? Would he go on forever spurting wild wads of jism into her ragged snatch?

"Oh, you hot horny babe! You sexy, cock teasing little cunt!" he wailed, jerking his hips tiredly. His thighs were raw and sore from constantly pounding

underneath hers. His balls were completely numb.

"I know it! I know it!" she groaned, gazing up at him for the first time in many minutes. "I'm a whore at heart! I know it! I love to fuck! I can't help

it! I love to fuck and suck and take cocks up my ass! I love to suck cocks! I love to eat jism! I'm a cocksucker! I know it! I love cum! I love it up my

cunt, in my mouth, up my ass, all over my face, everywhere! I can't get enough! I'll never get enough! Ohhh, fuck!"

He bucked up into her again and for the last time his prick throbbed, spasmed, and fired out its final blast of cum. The jizz shot out to join all the

other squirming blobs of jizz washing about in her cunt, then oozed back down the pole of his cock with nowhere else to go. She was full. She was completely

full of hot, sizzling spunk.

"Oh, wow! Oh, wow! Oh, wow! Oh, wow!" he repeated, his hip movements slowing at last. He fucked his cock into her with easy, lazy strokes now that his

balls were empty.

"So good! So good! I'll never get enough!" she whimpered, the pleasure still washing through her body. It would take her many minutes to come down, many

minutes to return to normal after this wonderful fuck session.

"I can't believe it!" he breathed, gazing off into a corner of the room. "I can't believe I came in your face and up your cunt all in one afternoon! It's

fucking amazing!"

Cissie bucked gently up and down on top of him, slowing her movements to match his own. But to her surprise, she could still feel his cock big and strong

up her cunt. The freshly sucked spunk oozed out her pussylips like syrup. She mashed her huge tits to either side of his sweat slick face.

"Bloody hell... are you still hard?" she queried amazed, scraping a nipple alongside his ear.

"Oh... yeah..." he grinned, draging her mouth down to his...

Given Harry's stamina, it would not be a surprise if he had his way with Narcissa (and she with him) for several hours. With this in mind, Minerva, Poppy,

and Aurora returned to Hogwarts Castle through the Floo, to report a successful mission to Dumbledore in his office.

"Wonderful news, wonderful," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I am gratified to hear that things are happening in our favor."

"Yes! It's an unusual feeling, Albus, and I dearly hope I will get used to it," Minerva said primly.

"And what of Harry? How is he?" Dumbledore asked.

"Very well off, Headmaster," reported Poppy with a smile. "He and Mrs. Mal... Ms. Black have hit it off. Miss Granger is seeing to many of the details."

"Excellent," Dumbledore said, leaning back in his chair. "I must admit, Minerva, I had some... Reservations but you have handled this situation as well

as you've handled the school in my absence."

Pomphrey and Aurora managed to repress smirks. Minerva managed to resist the urge to hex them into next week as she kept a pleasant smile on her lips.

"Thank you Albus."

"Though I do have one question," Dumbledore said, raising a finger as he stood up. Minerva tried to keep her body language neutral, while Aurora stiffened

and Pomphrey eyed the ceiling.

"Yes?"

"The Weasleys were invited to the will reading, were they not?" Dumbledore asked, pacing to the fireplace. That particular memory shot right to the front

of Minerva's mind, and her eyes widened.

"Yes... And they didn't show," Minerva said.

"Very unusual," Dumbledore pointed out unnecessarily. "Shall we?" He asked as he threw some floo into the fireplace.

Minerva nodded. "Of course."

"Poppy, Aurora, would you come as well?" Albus asked. The two younger women nodded, and all four stepped into the fireplace, one after the other with the

words "The Burrow" on their lips.

When they arrived... It seemed they'd fallen into a madhouse.

Mrs. Weasley was at the kitchen door, beating several grasping hands with a rolling pin. Fred and George were throwing pots and pans out the windows, Percy

was breaking a chair down into pieces and adding them to a pile of debris his father was chucking out the window, Ginny was frantically flipping through

a book that seemed to be made of human skin, and Ron was nowhere to be seen.

"Dumbledore! Thank Merlin!" Cried Molly, as loud, horrible moaning seemed to fill the house from all sides. "We've got a zombie siege on our hands!"

"Oh dear," Dumbledore said. "Haven't you tried magic?"

"We did! But the spell Ginny here cast that brought them up rendered them essentially immune to it!" Arthur said, scowling back at Ginny. The redheaded

girl gulped and kept flipping through the book.

"I didn't know this would happen! The spell seemed totally harmless!"

"It raises the dead as flesh eating zombies, how could that possibly be harmless?" Percy shrieked at her. Ginny, disgusted, shoved the book in Percy's

hands and picked up a chair leg.

"Fine, Mr. Smarty Pants! You look for the counter spell, I'll go be useful!" Ginny ran to a window where a zombie was forcing it's arm through. She smashed

it over the head with the chair leg, and kicked him in the face. "TAKE THAT!"

Minerva and Poppy just looked at each other, and sighed. Aurora cleared her throat.

"Um... Question. Where is Ronald?"

"We sent him out in the car to get help!" Cried Molly. "Oh my poor baby, where could he be?"

The answer to that question came in the form of the roar of an engine. Minerva ran to one of the windows that didn't have a zombie blocking it, and spied

the infamous Ford Anglia charging through the hordes of undead, flattening them or kicking them up over the roof. The car eventually crashed through the

front door, depositing a still twitching zombie on the kitchen floor. Molly gaped, as Ron kicked open the door and came out with a grin.

"Hey everyone! Sorry I'm a little late. Didja know that in Muggle money gold is really-"

"Ronald Billius Weasley! Show some respect to our guests!" Molly shouted.

"It is a bit rude, son," Arthur contributed. Ron stared at Dumbledore, Minerva, Poppy and Aurora in bewilderment, and stammered out a greeting.

"Uh, h-h-hello Professors. Welcome to our home... Bit of a nuthouse, isn't it?"

"That would be putting it lightly, Mr. Weasley," Minerva said wryly.

"DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO HELP OR NOT?" Ginny shrieked.

"Oh! Right!" Ron said. He looked to the passenger seat of the car. "Luna?"

A slim, graceful looking girl slid out of the car, holding up a Muggle shotgun. "Right here, Ronald," she said, handing the weapon over to Ron. Ron nodded

and grinned, turning and taking aim with the weapon as a zombie squeezed into the house.

"Watch! It's just point, click-" BOOM! The zombie's head vanished in a blast of blood, bone and brain matter. It slumped over. George and Fred watched

this in awe, and then grinned simultaneously.

"Got any more?" They asked.

"Several!" Ron enthused. "Luna was just looking through the local gun store for a story!"

"I wished to know if Muggle guns were really forged by dwarves as a means of maintaining the balance of power with the goblins," Luna said calmly. She

pointed a handgun behind herself and fired several times, bringing down another zombie. "My research is a bit inconclusive, but Ronald is very willing

to assist me in further investigation."

"Ronald Billius Weasley! You're saying you went and bought a load of Muggle guns to fight off zombies with?" Molly demanded. Ron blinked.

"Well... Yeah?"

"Good boy!" Molly said cheerfully, taking a shotgun herself and pointing it in the face of another undead monstrosity. "I was a little concerned about

you, but here you are, bringing home guns and a car and a girl all on the same day!"

BOOM!

"Oh bother, it's very messy," Molly said while making a face.

"I'm very proud of you, son," Arthur said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. Ron grinned back.

"Thanks Dad!"

"WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME?" Ginny screamed, as a zombie tried to yank her out of the house by her hair. Luna rushed over and slashed the monster's

arm off with a machete.

"Oh... Wow... Thanks Luna," Ginny panted.

"You're welcome," Luna said with a smile.

"How can I repay you?" She asked eagerly. Luna hummed, and her smile widened as she handed Ginny the machete.

"You can join my harem. Ron's already going to be in it, as are the Twins but I thought I'd ask you first since we're best friends."

"Hahaha, sure Luna, anything you say!" Ginny laughed, patting her friend on the back. "Now, let's go kick some arse!"

"Wonderful," Luna said. "This will make things much easier."

"Language, Ginny!" Molly called, pumping lead into multiple zombies.

"Sorry Mum!" Ginny called back.

"Ah... Do you require any assistance?" Dumbledore asked, very confused.

"I think we'll be fine as soon as Percy deciphers the counter-spell!" Arthur called back, as the Ford Anglia pulled out of the kitchen and drove around,

running over zombies. "Percy! How are you doing on that?"

"I think I can figure it out soon enough," Percy said.

Dumbledore pointed over Percy's shoulder at the necessary spell. The officious Weasley youth smiled gratefully up at him.

"Oh, thank you Professor! Yes! I've got it, it'll just take a few minutes to cast!"

"Then I guess we take this outside!" Arthur said, as Ron quickly explained how to load the gun with more ammo. "Good! All set? All right! TALLY HO!" He

cried, charging out the ruined kitchen door.

"WAIT FOR ME, ARTHUR!" Molly yelled, right behind her husband with a shotgun in one hand and her rolling pin in the other.

"FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Bellowed Ron, Fred, George and Ginny as they rushed out.

"FOR MY HAREM!" Luna cried, following close behind.

As the Weasley family threw itself wholeheartedly into eliminating the undead menace, the visitors to the Burrow stared in some bewilderment.

"... I need a drink," Minerva decided.

"Me too," Aurora said with a shake of her head.

"Me three," Dumbledore admitted, much to the surprise of the others. Pomphrey sighed.

"Whiskey's in the hospital wing, and please? Leave me the bottle..."

Harry awoke slowly, blinking away sleep that stuck to his eyes. The world was a blur above him, but from the warm, feminine weight on top of him and the

silk sheets against his back he deduced he was in a bed with a naked, unconscious woman on top of him.

Not an unexpected development, but a pleasant one all the same. He groped around for his glasses. When that didn't work, he groped for his wand and soon

closed his fingers around the instrument in question.

"Accio glasses," he muttered, and a moment later his glasses shot into his hand. He pulled them on, and was granted the privilege of seeing a sleeping,

drooling Narcissa Black on top of him, a peaceful smile on her face. He was right-She was very pretty looking without that scowl.

His stomach rumbled, and his bladder complained. Harry grimaced, and very slowly, reluctantly pulled away from her. She sighed in her sleep and cuddled

up to a pillow instead, as Harry got out of the bed and examined his new surroundings.

He was in a cool, tastefully decorated bedroom with black curtains covering up tall windows, and a warm scarlet carpet decorating the floor. He found a

robe lying on a chair, and pulled it on. He left, giving one last look at Narcissa before opening the door to search for a loo.

Where the heck am I? He thought, quite naturally. His last thought was of riding the former Mrs. Malfoy until she passed out in that classroom. He'd followed

soon after, and frowned as the outside corridor gave him no more clues to where he was than before.

Suits of armor, paintings, a gawping Draco, black curtains... Harry trailed off and looked at Draco. The Malfoy scion looked even paler than usual, and

was staring at him in a mask of horror and disbelief.

Harry stared back, and the two stood there in silence for a while... Before Harry spoke.

"So... Does this mean I'm your new daddy?"

Man, I never know what to say. Sure wish Hermione was here...

Draco twitched, his hand reaching into his robes for his wand...

"Stupefy!" Cried a familiar female voice, and a flash of red later Draco was face down on the floor eating carpet. Hermione rushed up, wearing only a towel,

giving Harry a scowl through her wet hair.

"Really Harry?"

"Well... It was the first thing to come to mind," Harry admitted sheepishly. "How did you get here?"

"Magical contract, I'd imagine," Hermione said. "You can summon me in cases of negotiations and so forth..."

"That sounds more than a little farfetched," Harry admitted.

"Harry, it's magic," Hermione emphasized. "Remember? And why exactly would I be showering in Malfoy Manor?"

"Without me? Haven't a clue," Harry admitted. Hermione flushed, and hit his shoulder with a little grin.

"Prat!"

"Yeah yeah," Harry said. "Anyway, um... About this whole contract thing-"

"Oh relax Harry," Hermione said with a smile. "I've taken care of everything, really."

"You-You have?" Harry asked, blinking rapidly.

"Of course! It's me, right?" Hermione scoffed. "Essentially as your legal counsel, any negotiations, contracts or business agreements you enter into involving

Ms. Black have me as your advisor. I'm entitled to 25 percent of the profits and have final authority on many different... Er... Negotiations."

"That's... A lot of power you have over me," Harry said. He frowned suspiciously. "Hermione, exactly what kind of transactions are we talking about?"

Hermione looked to the side. "Er... Well..."

"Hermione," Harry said warningly. Hermione looked back, sighed, and opened up her towel. Harry stared.

"You don't want to ask me any more questions," Hermione said in a smooth, silky voice. "Except how hard I want to get shagged... These aren't the droids

you're looking for..."

"I have seen that movie, Hermione," Harry said flatly, though he didn't look away. Hermione pouted and closed her towel back up.

"Oh, fine... She's willing to give us information and assistance if you... Er..."

"Shag her rotten?" Harry asked, tilting his head. Hermione nodded, shrugging a bit.

"Yeah, pretty much... Among other things..."

"Are they sexy things?" Harry asked. Hermione stared at him with a wry smile.

"Well, considering how you two got along, what do you think?"

"I'm thinking this is looking better and better," Harry said with a broad grin. "Er... So... Miss Granger," he said, looking her up and down. "Would you

care to enter into some... Aggressive negotiations?"

Hermione hummed thoughtfully, and then dropped the towel. She grinned at him.

"Of course, Mr. Potter... But only under my terms. To wit..." She flipped Draco over onto his side, and laid down in his line of vision with a grin.

"Shag me in front of Malfoy."

Harry blinked rapidly several times. "... Best girlfriend ever."

"Legal counsel too, don't forget," Hermione reminded him.

"That too," Harry said, as he pounced. Just before they got into the heavy business, however...

"Hermione?"

"Ahhh... Yes Harry?"

"Does this mean that every woman I have sex with will be part of these arrangements?"

"... Er... Don't think too hard about it, Harry."

"Hermione," Harry said warningly.

"For God's sake Harry, I'm a wet, horny and willing girl you love lying right in front of you who enjoys you shagging her in front of Draco Malfoy while

he's helpless to do anything about it! What do you need, an engraved invitation?"

"So, less thinking, more shagging?"

"YES!"

"... When did we switch roles-"

"Stop asking questions and do me!"

"Yes ma'am!"

In the end, the repercussions of Harry's romps with the lonely neighbors were felt far and wide. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had a drinking contest with

Tonks that ended with them all going on Top Gear in the year 2012. How this is possible is difficult to determine but clearly booze and Sirius's poor judgement

were both involved. Sirius humped the Stig in dog form, Remus wore goggles and made an ass of himself, and Tonks nearly killed James May by glomping him.

Emmeline and Hestia went bowling with Moody, which ended in disaster when Moody substituted his Engorged eye for a ball. There were many survivors who

wished they were otherwise. Emmeline and Hestia made bail but Moody failed to and had to be bailed out by Dumbledore much later.

Dumbledore would wake up in Magic France with a hangover and a prize for winning First Place at a local battle of the bands. Minerva and Poppy went streaking

at the Holyhead Harpies Nude Quidditch Charity game, which they took in stride over the following school year and even accepted a few modeling opportunities.

Aurora found herself in Colorado, waking up in the bed of some Yankee archaeology named Daniel Jackson, with whom she's tried to stay in contact.

Snape would recover from his tremendous psychological trauma, but would write several letters to the voice actresses of Misato Katsuragi. They were returned

with a restraining order each and Snape's depression has only grown worse.

Hermione Granger became quite the "negotiator" for Harry's affairs, and also his business transactions.

The Weasleys all survived their encounter with the Deadite Uprising and were able to pay for the repairs to their house by selling the tale in the Muggle

and Wizarding worlds. It became a hit in the Wizarding world but would become the basis for the revival of the Of the Dead film series so needless to say

it was a mixed bag.

Ronald Weasley entered a Rally car race with Luna as his navigator and would successfully place first with his loyal little Ford Anglia, after getting

lost a record two thousand times. He would cheerfully recount his exciting summer to Harry, his best friend, who was very happy that for once his summer

had been relatively quiet.

Luna was not kidding about her Weasley harem.

Ginny was happy to learn being part of Luna's Harem did not mean she couldn't also have relations with Harry, though negotiations with Hermione were a

tad heated. Not that anyone minded.

After much deliberation, compromise candidate Vermin Supreme was elected the new Minister of Magic in a landslide. Despite the fact he was later found

to not be a Wizard at all despite his mad dress sense, but in fact a Muggle hobo, he was allowed to finish out his term after restoring prosperity and

security, opening Britain to foreign investment, and starting a project to seek out the extradimensional pony kingdom of Equestria. So far, there has been

no success.

The various women Harry was involved with over the summer continued to be involved with him until he left for Hogwarts yet again in the fall, where Hermione

used her new position to manage many, many negotiations between Harry and members of the opposite sex in multiple houses for intelligence, support, and

other kinds of trade. Pansy Parkinson in particular became a veritable gold mine of information and other helpful resources. Unfortunately, not all of

them got faulty pregnancy tests... Though Harry would not learn about this until the following summer.

Draco Black, despite his rage, was forbidden from harming Harry by his mother. He dutifully and grudgingly obeyed, due to being an absolute mama's boy.

His fainting spells would become a regular occurrence, especially when Narcissa smugly told him he would soon have a new baby sister.

Dolores Umbridge and Cornelius Fudge would find themselves in Azkaban, sharing a cell with the infamous Death Buggerers.

The Crabbes and Goyles would make out like bandits in the economic boom following Vermin Supreme's election and the Seniors enjoyed positions as cabinet

advisors to the minister. The Juniors continued to play their parts around Draco, but were able to speak more freely thanks to Draco's fainting spells.

And as for the Dark Wizard who marked Harry Potter as his equal...

"Uh, Master?" Wormtail asked, looking around the beach with a flush to his pale cheeks. "Are you sure we should be out in the open like this?"

"Quite sure, Wormtail," Lord Voldemort spoke, laying back on a sunchair as the sun beat down upon his bleach white body. "Muggles are foolishly accommodating,

after all." He gestured to several nude French beauties sunning themselves nearby. "This, I feel, will be quite beneficial to me before we begin our war

against Dumbledore."

"But Master, we've heard nothing from Lucius or any of the other Death Eaters," Wormtail said worriedly, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in only sandals.

"What if trouble has occurred?"

"Wormtail," Voldemort growled, pulling down his sunglasses. "I'm quite sure that everything will be prepared for my arrival when we get back."

"Y-Yes Master," Wormtail squeaked.

"Now," Voldemort spoke, replacing his sunglasses. "Go frolic. Your nudity offends me."

"Yours isn't doing much for me either," Wormtail muttered, stalking off in a huff. Voldemort smirked and relaxed, enjoying the sun as a snake would sunning

on a rock in the desert.

"Ah... Nothing can possibly go wrong now," he hissed.

The End