Dueling Hearts Chapter 6.7

For those of you who haven't been keeping up with the fic on AO3, after the tidal wave of negative reviews, I retooled chapters 6 and 7 into this 10k words that I will post on there in a few days. Up until the point where Harry and Daphne return from their date, it's exactly the same, so you can skip that. Afterwards, some scenes have been retooled and I've added a pretty decent amount of new content.

You can choose what is your 'canon' for this fic. If you hated the OG 6 and 7 you can replace them with this, if you were fine with the OG 6 and 7 then you can treat this as a sort of AU take.

Because I did all that for AO3, you guys are getting two chapters this week. The next chapter will be up either tomorrow or Wednesday and then the usual chapter on Friday/Sat.

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Daphne's obsession with films stemmed from her multiple visits to Harry's house, as well as the many times Lily had taken the two of them to the theater before Hogwarts.

Last year, Daphne had whined about how much she missed the movies. Harry being Harry, he came up with an elaborate plan to take her out to see a movie on a Hosgmeade weekend.

He'd worked it out with Madame Rosmerta. He would pay her five sickles in exchange for access to her floo. The barmaid had adamantly refused payment, but Harry finally convinced her that the five sickles would cover the butterbeers they weren't having because they'd scurried off to London.

A quick trip to the Leaky Cauldron later and Harry and Daphne had gone off to see a movie. It became a tradition, and they did it every other Hogsmeade weekend for the rest of the year.

Today felt different. For starters, they were sneaking out, which added some excitement to the whole ordeal.

Also, Harry didn't usually spend forty minutes in his dorm trying to find the perfect thing to wear. He had settled on a white polo shirt, dark jeans and white trainers. He'd put on perfume and wore a simple gold chain Sirius had gifted him.

He waited nervously at the statue of the one-eyed witch. He hadn't brought the Marauder's Map with him, so he had no idea how close Daphne was.

It was five minutes til ten when he saw her, wearing her robe but with a pair of red flats peeking out from under. He smiled, letting himself be once again mesmerized by her beauty as she approached.

"Hey," Daphne greeted, a soft smile on her face.

"Hey," Harry replied rather dumbly, unable to take his eyes off her.

"Well, we should head out before anyone walks by and wonders why we're standing by this weird statue." Daphne said with amusement, quite pleased to be under Harry's intense gaze.

"That's probably a good idea." Harry said, snapping out of it a little bit. He whipped out his wand and whispered, "Dissendium."

The hump on the statue opened up to reveal the secret passage. They both quickly slipped in, and at some point in there Harry felt Daphne's hand interlace with his own. He looked up to see a smile on her face, and he couldn't help but smile back.

They walked in comfortable silence until they made it to Honeydukes' cellar. Harry opened the trap door and, seeing that the coast was clear, they both quickly exited.

Hogsmeade wasn't deserted, but it was definitely much less crowded with no students around, though none of the adults bothered them as they walked. Harry guessed that with Fred and George constantly sneaking into the village throughout the year, no one here would bat an eye at a couple of students sneaking out of the castle every once in a while. Especially since it was a weekend, so it wasn't like they were skipping class.

They made it to the Three Broomsticks, and after receiving a knowing smirk from Rosmerta, they took the floo over to The Leaky Cauldron. Right before leaving the bar, Daphne took her robe off, revealing a tight red dress that left Harry's jaw hanging.

Muggle London always left Daphne awed, it was quite fascinating to witness the marvels muggles created despite, or maybe because of, their limitations.

The movies were a great example. The fact that they could create entire landscapes that looked and felt real, all without a single ounce of magic, was amazing. Meanwhile the magical world was practically bereft of any audiovisual entertainment.

"Hmmm, I heard 'The Mask' is good." Harry pointed at a poster showing a smiling, green faced man tipping a fedora.

"Comedy?" Daphne asked. At Harry's nod,  she smiled, "Sound like a good idea."

They bought their tickets, purchased a large bag of popcorn that Daphne quickly shielded from Harry, as well as the accompanying soda, and they were on their way to the dark theater.

It was a saturday matinee, and the film had been out for over a month, so they found themselves in a completely empty theater. They settled into a pair of center seats, three rows from the back.

They were fifteen minutes early, so they weren't even showing trailers. Instead, the screen was dark and the theater lights were on.

Harry's hand reached over and took a large handful of popcorn. Daphne glared as she took her own, much smaller handful. "I've got my eye on you, mister. This has to last until at least halfway through the movie."

Harry gave her his best puppy-dog eyes while also quickly whittling down his handful of popcorn.

Daphne crossed her arms in a challenging manner, which pushed up her breasts. Harry's eyes were involuntarily drawn downward, and Daphne clearly noticed, a blush and slight smile forming on her face.

Harry decided to be bold. "You know, if you really want the popcorn to last, you should do it the Slytherin way."

"The Slytherin way?" Daphne raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, you know, underhanded tactics and all that. You should keep me distracted."

Her breath hitched. Harry inched his hand closer until it lay over her own, the skin on skin contact leaving him burning.

"And pray tell, Mr. Potter," her eyes were darkening. She licked her lips. "How would you propose I do that?"

"Let me show you."

Harry closed the distance between them, his heart thumping wildly. When he saw Daphne close her eyes, her lips pursing in anticipation, his heart leapt triumphantly. He closed his own eyes, and they lips met.

It was like fireworks. It felt so right, so perfect, Harry forgot that anything else existed besides Daphne's soft lips. The kiss was tender, and he didn't mind the slight tinge of salt from the popcorn.

He didn't try to push it, and so after an eternal moment, he pulled back.

Daphne was beaming at him, her blue eyes shining. She brought her hands to his face, her soft palm feeling heavenly as she rubbed her thumb on his cheek.

This time it was Daphne that leaned in, and Harry closed his eyes once more as their lips connected. Harry brought both his hands to her face, cupping it as they pressed closer. It was Daphne's tongue that probed for access, and Harry happily opened his mouth, letting their tongues meet in the middle.

The light that filtered in through his closed eyelids faded and then completely disappeared. Then a new, white light sprung to life, sound blooming from the theater speakers as they heard the projector begin running behind them.

They finally broke the kiss. Harry hoped he didn't look too goofy with the massive grin on his face, but Daphne didn't seem to mind.

"I've been wanting to do that since forever," she whispered as the first trailer began showing.

"Oh really? Since how long ago exactly?" Harry asked with curiosity.

Daphne pondered it for a moment before she answered. "I'd say since we were eight. Remember that day? You played the prince, I was the princess and 'Tori was the dragon."

Harry snorted. "Hah, yeah. Astoria took her dragon role really seriously, kept coming up with reasons for why I hadn't actually slain her."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

Daphne tilted her head, "When did you know you liked me?"

Harry thought for a long moment. Consciously, he'd not thought about Daphne romantically until these past few days, but the more he thought back, the clearer it became that he'd been in heavy denial.

He'd always cherished her above all his other friends. He'd glared at boys who showed even a modicum of interest in her. For Merlin's sake, he'd instigated a duel with Cormac McLaggen back in second year because the boy had made a pass at her. McLaggen had spent a week in the Hospital Wing afterwards.

"I think I'm just now realizing it…but probably from the day I met you." He whispered.

Daphne rolled her eyes, but her smile never left. "Typical answer,"

Harry grinned. "It's the truth."

Daphne put her head on his shoulder.

They sat back in silence and watched the trailers. Then the film began.

Most hormonal teenagers would spend half the movie with their lips firmly attached to each other, especially in an empty theater.

But Daphne was a movie buff, and she refused to tear her eyes away from the screen for even one second. Harry was content with alternating between watching the movie and watching Daphne as she was captivated by what was being projected on screen.

"That was wonderful! That Jim Carrey guy was really funny!" Daphne raved as they left the theater.

Harry smiled. They were holding hands again. It was such a small thing, but having Daphne's hand firmly secured in his own lifted him up into the clouds.

"Do you think it really exists?" She asked.

"What?"

"The Mask of Loki. I bet it's a real magical artifact!"

Harry shrugged. "Might be. We could try to find something in the library, or mum might know. But I doubt it does anything like in the movie, otherwise some Dark Lord would have already used it."

Daphne nodded. "Still, it would be nice to know. I'll ask Lily."

It was mid-afternoon, they were walking aimlessly through London, and a restaurant caught Harry's eye.

"Hey, lets grab a bite to eat before heading back," Harry said, pulling Daphne along as they headed towards a storefront.

Daphne's eyes were filled with wonder. "I can't believe it! It's actually real? I thought it was one of those made up muggle fantasy things like blue milk."

In the center of the table, on top of a metal saucer, was a large pepperoni pizza.

"Believe me, it tastes even better than it looks." Harry said, already grabbing a slice for himself.

Daphne watched as Harry ignored the utensils and folded his pizza in half before biting into it. "Huh," she mused.

With some trepidation, she grabbed a slice of her own and mimicked Harry. It took only one bite before her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head, "Merlin and Morgana! This is incredible! Why don't they have this at Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head. "A real tragedy."

"We're together, by the way. Boyfriend and girlfriend." Daphne blurted out, eyes boring into his own. "Just thought we'd skip all the awkward 'what are we' stuff."

Harry grinned. Grasping her hand in his own. "Have I ever told you how brilliant you are?"

"Not nearly enough,"

They made it back to the castle late afternoon. If anyone had been wondering where they'd gone off to, the sight of the two of them holding hands in public quickly put that to rest.

Harry grinned as many of the boys shot him jealous looks. He also caught Susan's eye, who seemed to be really sad for some reason.

They bumped into some of their friends at the library. Ron, Hermione, Blaise and Tracey were studying. Well, Hermione was studying, everyone else was shooting the shit.

When Harry and Daphne walked up to them hand in hand, Blaise whistled while Hermione and Tracey beamed.

"Blimey Harry, finally! I thought we were gonna die of old age before you made a move." Ron said loudly.

"I thought the Cannons were going to win the league before he made a move."

"Watch it Zabini!"

Harry and Daphne shared a smile as they sat down with their friends, basking in their new relationship.

…

The Harry and Daphne news spread rather quickly. It took only an hour after their reappearance for the entire castle to know.

And so it was that a disgruntled Bellatrix Black sat in her office, waiting for her lover/protege.

She knew she had to play this cool. Harry was a catch and a half. She should have expected for something like this to happen. It was just teenage romance.

She could not burn her bridges by acting miffed. She needed to keep her avenue to Harry open, and that meant maintaining sexual contact.

Which was why she was once again wearing the partially open robe, her naked breasts and pussy peeking out from the loosely secured garment.

There was a knock at the door and she steeled herself. "Come in,"

Harry walked in, looking as nervous as the first time he'd met her. Bella was glad to see his eyes turn hungry as he saw her state of dress. The situation was still in her control.

"Harry, you made it." Bella said with a smile.

"Bella-" Harry looked conflicted as Bellatrix stood up from her desk and stalked over to him, her hooded eyes telling him everything he needed to know about her intentions.

"You're a bit overdressed, Harry."

Harry looked down at himself, turning a bit red at the tent in his pants, before he looked back up at her. "Bella, I…I have a girlfriend now."

Bella leaned into him, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "That's wonderful, Harry."

"You're not mad?" He asked in shock.

Bella shook her head, despite actually being quite miffed at the whole situation. "Why would I? I told you you were special, Harry. It's not a shock you've got girls chasing after you. You deserve all the love you need. Now, let me get rid of these pesky clothes."

Harry gulped, he would have loved to have a wild romp with Bellatrix right now, but he’d just gotten together with Daphne, he couldn’t betray his girlfriend like that, even if he did have ever-growing feelings for Bellatrix.

“Bella, I-I’m sorry, but I can’t do that to Daphne. It would be wrong.”

Bellatrix bit her lip, trying to keep her anger contained. She couldn’t lash out, that would just push him further into the arms of the little blonde bint. She needed to play the long game, and she needed to be patient, something she always struggled with outside of the dueling pit.

“Hah, of course it would be wrong, Harry. I was just messing with you!” Bella responded,

“Things aren’t going to be… weird… right?” Harry asked, rubbing the back of his neck while sporting a sheepish look.

Bellatrix snorted a little bit too forcefully, “Nonsense! I’m nothing if not a consummate professional!” Bella leered over at him, rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her insatiable Harry-horniness down. “Now, I believe we were studying duels today.”

“Right, right.” Harry said a bit absently.

“I erm… I have to go get the projector from my room.” Bella said before standing up. She had set the projector up so they could watch the duels after a nice fuck, but plans had changed.

…

At the same time as Harry was meeting Bella, Daphne was paying a visit to Lily's chambers.

"Daphne! I heard the news!" Lily wrapped the blonde girl in a tight hug, a bright smile on her face.

Daphne for her part was blushing. She'd always looked up to Lily, and though she knew she was getting very ahead of herself, there was no one else she'd rather have as a mother-in-law.

"Imagine, I could end up being your mother-in-law!" Lily beamed.

"Lily!" Daphne chided, her blush deepening.

Lily put a hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry, it's just… oh I always knew you and Harry were perfect for each other!" She wrapped the girl up in another tight hug. Daphne returned it, trying to ignore the warmth rising up within her as she felt the older woman's body up against her own.

It had been Daphne's dirty little secret for so many years. As ashamed as she felt about it, she couldn't deny her feelings. For as long as she'd had a crush on Harry, Lily Potter had made Daphne's body tingle in a special way for just as long.

"I would love that." Daphne said after a moment. "For you to be my mother-in-law."

Lily smiled down at the girl as she pulled away from the hug to look down into Daphne's blue eyes. Figuring that now was as good a time as any to start planting the seeds, she stroked Daphne's hair.

"When you do get married, you wouldn't mind if I stay over every once in a while, right? I wouldn't be intruding?"

Daphne gasped lightly, picturing Lily having a room in her house. Catching Lily in the hallway after a shower, only a towel separating her from the redhead's body.

Daphne's face reddened deeply. "I-I wouldn't mind at all."

Lily was taken aback by Daphne's reaction. It didn't make sense, unless…

Her eyes widened, it couldn't be!

"What if I lived with you?"

"L-Lived?" Daphne stuttered, her eyes wide as dinner plates.

Lily felt heat rising up her own neck. "Harry would inherit Potter Manor, obviously. I could just stay put. We could have a lot of girl time,"

Daphne's breathing quickened and her eyes began to glaze and Lily knew she had her pegged. Daphne had a crush on her.

Daphne coughed, shaking her head quickly to try and clear her mind. “Y-yeah, we could paint our nails, read magazines and stuff.”

“And stuff.” Lily agreed. “Anyways, Daphne, this calls for a celebration!” Lily pulled out a bottle of Auntie Esther’s Gin for all Seasons.

Daphne remembered the tag-line well from the famous advert on the wireless, where a gruff sounding witch boasted about how you could drink it, use it to de-gnome your garden, exorcize ghouls, cauterize wounds and summon forest nymphs. Her own mother swore by it as a cauldron cleaner.

Daphne had never tried it before, and her eyes almost bugged out when she saw Lily pour it into normal sized goblets instead of shot-glasses like she’d assumed. She fiddled nervously as Lily pushed a goblet towards her and held her own up in a toast.

“To growing relationships.” Lily said with a smile, throwing her drink back and taking a few decent sized gulps with zero issue.

Daphne was left completely flabbergasted, wondering if Lily’s throat was made out of pure iron. She stared down at her own drink and, even though she knew it was a terrible idea, she took as big a gulp as Lily had.

She cringed internally, her entire body bracing for the absolute worst…

Only for it to go down perfectly smooth, tasting exactly like a tangy fruit juice.

“Everything alright, Daphne? You were bracing yourself like you were about to drink cauldron drippings.”

“Daphne lowered the goblet to the table, still a bit stunned, “I-I never knew Auntie Esther’s tasted just like passion fruit juice.”

“Auntie Esther’s? Why would-” Lily’s eyes darted between the bottle and Daphne before she cursed. “Fucking Sirius!”

Lily waved her wand over the bottle, and the bottle of Auntie Esther’s morphed into a plain, see-through bottle full of light-orange liquid. The self-replenishing jug Sirius had gifted to commemorate her getting hired.

She shook her head, she’d been taking random sips of that thing during class, for Merlin’s sake! No wonder Minerva had pulled her aside and asked her if she was okay!

“Lesson learned, Daphne. If Sirius Black gifts you something out of nowhere and promises ‘it's not a prank this time, I swear’, don’t believe the bastard.”

…

"You see how she caught him there? That is the danger of elaborate casting. It wastes too much time. Any complicated spells, especially transfigurations, should be practiced hundreds of times before they ever see a live duel. No matter how good you may think you are, it only takes a split second of concentration for someone to catch you with something as simple as a stunner."

Harry nodded along to Bella's words.

They were sitting next to each other in Bella’s study, trying their best to ignore the yearning they both felt for each other. They felt a need to reach out to the other, to embrace, to crash together until their bodies melded into one, a single cauldron of bubbling passion. But Harry would not betray Daphne like that, and Bellatrix kept reminding herself that she needed to delay gratification, and that a few days with her fingers would have to do.

A few days, because there was not fucking way she was going to let this go on much longer.

They'd seen three duels. Harry had seen all of them before, but Bella's perspective on them was eye-opening, giving him insights that even he as an obsessive fan of the sport would not have ever come up with.

It was also a lovely experience. It was sort of like watching movies with Daphne, in a weird way. Bellatrix was the only person he'd ever met that was as passionate as he was about the sport, and so in between her more technical comments they both also just discussed the duels from a spectator's point of view.

"Dunga was always going to be a bit too wild for Khan. He wasn't the best but he was very unorthodox. Some know how to deal with it, Khan didn't." Bella had commented after they'd finished watching what Harry had long considered an underrated duel, the semi-main event from a random Friday Night Dueling card in 85'.

Harry had smiled. "Yeah, Dunga was always one of my favorites. Lost as much as he won but always made things interesting. Always had some off the wall ideas."

"I'll admit to having taken inspiration from some of his moves. Though obviously I was a lot more meticulous with my execution. Remember, Harry, in the long run, the more organized duelist will always win out."

"Except for when you beat Hamada." He quipped.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Sometimes the playbook goes out the window."

Harry grinned, but his smile fell slightly when he glanced at the clock.

“I err… I better be getting back to the common room.”

“Of course, of course.”

The two stood up, an awkward moment building up as what they really wanted to do was kiss, but knew they couldn’t. They went for a hug before stopping midway, not sure if it was a good idea to initiate body contact.

Finally, Harry just smiled as awkwardly as he could. “Right… err… see you next lesson, Bella.”

Bellatrix nodded, sitting back down at her desk with as much composure as she could manage.

The moment the door closed behind Harry, she grabbed her wand and called out in an irate tone.

“Mimsy!”

A house elf wearing the Hogwarts crest popped into the room. Each staff member had a House elf personally assigned to them. Bellatrix had never called upon Mimsy before, but she felt like she was going to be relying on her a lot over the coming week.

“Yes Professor Bellatrix ma’am?” The elf asked, greeting her with a deep bow.

“I heard there’s an Acromantula colony out in the Forbidden Forest.” Bella’s wand glowed red as her eyes narrowed, “Take me to them.”

One hour and dozens of dead Acromantula later, a much calmer Bellatrix stepped out of her bathroom, relaxed, showered and ready to start scheming.

Because she needed to start scheming at once. Harry was a dead end, the boy was an absolute specimen, but he had his faults, chief among them his unwavering sense of justice, likely cultivated by his wet blanket of a mother.

Which meant that tempted as he was, and Bella had seen plenty of evidence that Harry wanted nothing more than to press her against a wall and fuck the shit out of her, he wouldn’t cheat on his girlfriend. No, there was no way she would win by working on Harry.

Blonde girl, on the other hand (She should really work on remembering her name)... now there was a prime target for some Black shenanigans.

She could try to break them up, maybe come up with some elaborate plot, but then Harry would be mopey, and if he ever found out about Bella’s meddling (which he wouldn’t, but still), it would be game over for her.

No, she needed to use all of her guile and cunning to mold the girl, to convince her that Harry sleeping with Bellatrix was perfectly fine, that it was actually an amazing, wonderful idea and that she should let her do it to her heart’s desire.

Yes, that was definitely the way to go. Once blondie was ok with it, Harry would fold like the legs of the acromantula she’d just slaughtered.

…

As Lily lay in bed, she smiled. It was all becoming clear for her,

She needed to convince Daphne to let her sleep with Harry. Daphne had a crush on her, which meant that all she needed to do was convince the both of them to drop their silly little hang-ups and allow themselves to become a throuple.

She would need to be subtle, she would need to be deliberate, but Lily knew she had the grit and determination to get Harry and Daphne on board. And with the three of them together, they would forge a weapon that would leave that bitch Bellatrix despondent, unable to overcome Lily’s masterful moves. Bellatrix would be on the outside looking in, and Lily would be on the inside, and Harry would be inside of her, and her tongue would be inside of Daphne.

Lily shook her head as she began to drift away into those very enticing thoughts. She needed to focus on the task at hand.

…

The next week passed by in a whirlwind for Harry. Classes began to ramp up properly. Harry was at the top of his class in all the practical courses, and anything that involved waving a wand always came easy to him, but the theoretical load of all his coursework was never going to be easy, especially considering he was taking all of the 'difficult' classes.

He and Daphne were a couple, and the two spent almost every free period and evening together. It was pure bliss. They still acted as they always did with each other, joking, poking fun and being sarcastic, only now they snogged and hugged and held hands. It was brilliant, and Harry found himself falling deeper in love with her every day.

Then there was Bella.

During the week, he'd seen Bella during class, but they couldn't really interact much there, and while Bella was an excellent teacher one on one, she seemed to lack patience when she had to deal with anyone that wasn’t a prodigy like Harry, which was basically everyone else. This left classes feeling a bit tense, as students grew to dislike their grumbly, demanding professor. It was the complete opposite of their private lessons.

Merlin, those private lessons. They'd had two so far on Tuesday and Thursday, with the next one being on Saturday. Both of the weekday lessons were practical, and Bella would run Harry ragged. They'd make time to practice new spells and chain spells together. She would create short scenarios and force Harry to make critical split second decisions. In only two sessions, Harry already felt much stronger than he'd been before. He always ended their training sessions exhausted but satisfied.

Bella seemed more and more excited after each one. He was a quick learner, and it seemed that watching so many duels had led to him already developing some of the needed instincts and muscle memory; Bellatrix only needed to let it set in. She'd admitted to him that he'd progressed much faster than she'd expected, meaning they could move on to more advanced work.

The only fly in the ointment was after the training, when they would both send each other searching looks, wanting looks, but they never crossed that line, and to Bella’s credit, she didn’t let any bitterness show. She’d taken the change in their relationship with dignity.

Then there were the other nights. On Monday and Wednesday he'd paid his mum a visit in her quarters. On Wednesday Daphne had tagged along. Lily had taken the loss of physical contact very well, and she seemed genuinely happy for the two of them.

It was Friday afternoon, at lunch, and Harry was sitting with Daphne at the Slytherin table.

Daphne squeezed his hand under the table and Harry turned to smile at her. She smiled back, and that cute face was too much for him to bear, he leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips.

"And that's six." Blaise noted, writing something down on a piece of parchment while Tracey giggled.

"Huh?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"We're counting how many times the two of you just randomly start kissing during dinner. Tonight's already ahead of Tuesday, but yesterday still holds the record with twelve." Tracey said.

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance while Daphne glared. "You know, some would call the two of you pathetic. They might also call you jealous, seeing as neither of you idiots have anyone that would want to give you a kiss right now."

"Yeesh." Tracey said, a smile still on her face while Blaise laughed.

"What's so funny, Blaise?"

The boy shook his head. "We made that whole thing up. We haven't been counting your snogs, Daph, we just came up with it on the fly to fuck with you." He showed her the parchment where he'd been keeping his tally, which was actually just full of doodles.

Daphne huffed as her two friends laughed. Harry shook his head with a slight smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

At the head table, the Headmaster stood from his seat and cleared his throat, drawing all attention in the room.

"I have a few announcements to make. To start, this morning I have confirmed that the acromantula colony that has plagued the Forbidden Forest for decades has been completely eradicated. It seems that some anonymous do-gooder has decided to make our school a safer place.”

Everyone cheered, though Dumbledore seemed to be more than a bit upset by the news. Harry couldn’t help but notice just how disappointed the man had sounded when he’d mentioned that the school was now safer.

A few seats away from Dumbledore, Lily was patting a weeping Hagrid on the shoulder, while Bellatrix just seemed bored with the entire ordeal.

“In lighter news, I am happy to announce that I can now provide you with more details on the upcoming events at Hogwarts."

A hush fell in the room. Everyone had forgotten about the event that was supposed to take place this year, especially when the start of the week had passed by with no announcement from Dumbledore.

"I do apologize for the delay, but the details were still being finalized at the start of the week. I am happy to announce that in a few weeks time, on the first of October, we will be receiving delegations from Beauxbaton and Durmstrang schools of magic, who we'll be hosting for the rest of the year. Our three schools will compete in three separate events."

Dumbledore flicked his wand with a flourish, and a ghostly image of a quidditch pitch appeared above everyone's head in the middle of the Great Hall.

"One of the events will be a quidditch tournament. Tryouts for the Hogwarts team will be held over the next two weeks, with Madam Hooch making the selections. Madam Hooch will provide you with the finer details during tryouts, but just know that for obvious reasons, the house quidditch competition will not be held this year."

No one groaned in disappointment at their own quidditch season being canceled. Instead, there were dozens of faces exchanging glares and challenging looks as the spirit of competition blazed through the student body.

"Hah! Sucks for all those other losers. I'll definitely be made Hogwarts seeker. What a title! Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts seeker. Should put that on a pin." Draco gloated from a few feet away, though Harry ignored his delusional daydreams.

Draco wasn't terrible, but he definitely wasn't going to beat out Diggory. Heck, Ron's younger sister Ginny had impressed Harry with her flying last year, he wouldn't be surprised if the third year ran circles around Malfoy as well at the tryouts.

"We will also be holding a dueling tournament."

Harry perked up at this, shooting Bella a wide grin that the woman returned a bit more demurely.

"Professor Black will be in charge of organizing tryouts and will manage the Hogwarts dueling team. I will note that participation in the dueling tournament will be restricted to fourth years and older. Tryouts will be held starting this Monday"

Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he was the only reason the age limit had been set at fourth year and not fifth or sixth. Not that he was going to complain, he knew he was the best damn duelist in the school, and he was going to do his best to beat whatever Beauxbaton and Durmstrang had to offer.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily before the final announcement, "Finally, each school will be organizing a play. This play will be staged at the end of term in June, but casting and rehearsals will run throughout the entirety of term. In this, Professor Potter has been kind enough to take the lead."

Lily smiled weakly, still not fully comfortable with this responsibility.

There was a deep silence at this announcement. Some of the purebloods didn't even know what a play was. Others knew, but were completely flabbergasted by the idea of actually staging one at the school.

Harry had mixed feelings. As he turned to see what Daphne thought, though, he saw his girlfriend was not conflicted at all.

Daphne's eyes were lit up like shining blue sapphires, her shoulders shaking as she was bursting with excitement, her mouth slightly open and her lips curved into a smile.

"I take it you're going to audition, Daph?" Harry asked with a hint of amusement.

Daphne turned to him, her grin turning wicked. "Oh no, my dear Harry, we're going to audition."

"Huh? But I'm gonna go for the dueling!" Harry said.

"You're a smart boy, you can juggle some dueling with some acting. Come on, Harry, it's like how we used to play when we were little, and like how we act out scenes from the movies!" She gave him wide, puppy dog eyes, and Harry knew he was screwed.

It was true. Harry had always liked playing make believe with Daphne, and their love for movies had led to them regularly reenacting scenes whenever they were bored. He'd found great enjoyment in that, but to act in a play in front of everyone?

The more he thought about it, and the more Daphne's eyes melted him down, the idea didn't seem so bad. Besides, his mum seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing, it'd be a good idea to help her out.

…

“Ms. Greengrass, if you could stay behind for a moment.”

Daphne blinked, wondering what she had done for Professor Black to need to have a talk with her. She’d been quiet most of the class, just happy that she had managed to avoid most of her Professor’s usual grumpiness.

Harry stood around with her as everyone shuffled out.

“You can go, Harry, this is just a private little talk I need to have with Daphne.” Bella explained.

“Right, err… I’ll see you at dinner then.” Harry said, directing his words at no one in particular, and receiving a smile and a response from both Daphne and Bella.

“I’ll see you there, Harry.”

“See ya down there, stud.”

Both Harry and Daphne’s heads snapped over to Bella, who acted like she hadn’t said a word out of place. After a beat, Harry gave Daphne a peck on the lips and made his way out of the classroom.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Professor?" Daphne asked, relatively relaxed since she figured it couldn't be anything bad.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Harry talks about you, you know."

Daphne smiled. "He does? Nothing bad, I hope."

Bella shook her head. "No, no. One of the things he told me is that you're a fan of books."

Daphne's smile faltered slightly. "Well, I'm more into movies tha-"

"I read this book recently, and it changed my life." Bellatrix bulldozed on. "I wanted to gift it to you, no need to return it, though I would appreciate it if you read it, especially the parts I highlighted."

Bellatrix pushed a book towards her, a paper-back with a rather racy cover. The cover showed a regal looking witch sitting in a chair, arms folded, while a strapping young man with a broad chest lay in bed with another witch. The moving image showed a tantalizing loop where the young man wriggled his eyebrows, the witch in the bed was spreading her hands over his muscular chest and the other witch was squirming in her seat.

The title, written in large, cursive font, read:

Mary, Cuckqueen of Scots; a Historical Drama in three parts by Myrtle Warren

On the bottom right corner of the book, there was a big red star shaped sticker with the words: FROM KNOCKTURN ROMANCE TO #1 BEST SELLER!

"What's this?"

Bellatrix frowned slightly. "It's a historical drama, in three parts. It says so on the cover."

"What's a cuckqueen?"

Bella sent her a patronizing smile. "You'll have to read the book to find out, dear."

Bellatrix held the book out to her, but her grip was a bit loose, and as the pages fluttered open, something slipped out and fell on the floor.

"Oops, silly me. Could you grab that for me, Daphne?"

Daphne bent over, but as she snatched up what she discovered was a photograph, her face turned a bright shade of red.

It was a picture of Bellatrix in a black string bikini, kneeling down at a beach that was far too sunny to be anywhere in the British Isles.

Daphne's hand was shaking as she did her best not to stare too much at how the Bella in the picture was touching her body in very suggestive ways.

"Oh, sorry about that." Bellatrix took the picture back. "This was from a photoshoot I did when I was younger to promote Friday Night Duels. I had a change of heart and had them add a robe over me in post-production, this is the only original copy that exists." She explained.

That had really happened. It was the one and only time she'd entertained the idea of trying to sell an event through sex appeal. She immediately regretted it and had all other copies destroyed.

"You know what, I like you so much, Daphne, you can have it!"

Bella didn't give Daphne the option to decline. She shoved the picture inside the book, pushed the book onto Daphne and then waved the girl away.

"Now, off you go, don't want to miss dinner."

A stunned Daphne turned around and left. Bella smiled, she'd been subtle, she'd been sneaky, and she'd planted a seed of an idea in the girl, a seed who's origin she would never be able trace back to Bellatrix.

…

Meanwhile, Harry was on his way down to the Great Hall when he was joined mid-stride by his mother.

"Mum! Usually, you're already at dinner by now."

Lily giggled. "I can't always be punctual, Harry. Besides, I was really lost in thought."

"Yeah, what about?"

"Oh, nothing. Did you know that really powerful wizards actually need to have multiple partners, otherwise their magic could eat them up from the inside?"

"Really?" Harry had never once heard of that, but his mum was an expert in magical theory, so she definitely knew better than him.

"Oh yes, I read it in this research article."

Lily handed him a magazine that had been folded over to a page. The title of the article read:

POWERFUL WIZARDS AND THE (MULTIPLE) WITCHES THAT LOVE THEM

A research article by Myrtle Warren

Harry's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Myrtle Warren? Isn't that the lady that writes a lot of those Knockturn Romance blurbs for the prophet?"

Lily smacked him lightly in the back of the head. "Harry James Potter! I told you never to read those things!"

But Harry ignored her, he folded the magazine over and checked the cover.

It was a five year old issue of The Quibbler Scholar, from the people who brought you the Quibbler

"Mum. I thought you said this magazine was pseudo-magic crap?" Harry said. Lily had warned him off ever reading the magazine three years ago when he'd planned on buying a dodgy potion that purported to allow him to change into any animagus form he wanted.

"Oh, look at that, we're here." Lily said as they reached the Great Hall. "Tell you what dear, read that article, maybe with Daphne so you can compare notes, and come to your own conclusions." Lily gave him a wink and a kiss on the cheek that lingered for slightly longer than necessary before she went off to the staff table.

Lily felt triumphant. She had been as subtle as could be, and the first stage in her multi-year plan was finally complete. It might take her three more years to slowly ease the two of them into the idea, but she was confident that she'd set the proper foundation.

…

Harry had been eating for a few minutes, his mind still mulling over the bizarre article his mother wanted him to read. He wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings or the conversation around him, so he was taken by surprise when someone tapped him over the shoulder.

He glanced back to see his girlfriend, also looking rather disturbed by something, and his stomach sank.

“Harry, can we talk in private?” She asked.

“Sure thing, Daph.” He stood up, and the two of them ignored the worried looks they received from their friends.

Once the couple were out of ear-shot, Ron sighed, “Sucks for Harry, not even a week in and they’re already on the rocks.”

“Ronald!” Hermione smacked him on the shoulder, “You don’t know that! That’s how false rumors start spreading.” Hermione eyed Parvati and Lavender wearily, who rolled their eyes.

“We may be gossips, Hermione, but we only report what’s confirmed.” Parvati scoffed in indignation.

“Or at least heavily implied. Now, if we see Daphne all teary eyed in about an hour, then we’ve got something to sink our teeth into.” Added Lavender.

“I’m just saying, seems like a lot of unnecessary drama. That’s why I'm staying a free man as long as I can, play the field.” Ron said.

All the girls at the table, including Ginny who had only been half-listening, shot him incredulous looks. “Are you serious, Ron?” Parvati asked.

“Ron, you’re staying a free man for many reasons, one of which is that no one wants to be near that black hole you call a mouth.” His sister chimed in.

As if to highlight Ginny’s point, Ron had chosen that moment to scarf down a heaping helping of mashed potatoes in one bite. Everyone looked on in disgust as Ron chewed loudly and sloppily.

“You birds are looking at it wrong.” Ron burped as he pointed an accusing fork, “If I’m that ravenous with my food, imagine how i'd be with your-”

He was unable to finish his sentence before he was assaulted by hexes from all angles.

…

Harry and Daphne settled into the first empty classroom they could find. Harry was nervous, wondering what exactly had happened to make Daphne look that concerned.

“Your mentor gave me this.” Daphne tossed the book over at Harry, who only needed one glance at the cover to know what it was. He’d seen this book plenty of times when he and Tonks would sneak into that section of Flourish and Blotts.

“There’s something else inside too.”

Harry opened the book and caught the photograph that fell out. The instant he saw Bellatrix in a bikini, he groaned.

“Damn it, Bella.” He thought she had accepted the situation, but of course she hadn’t, she was just trying to be sneaky in the most unsubtle way possible.

“You don’t seem surprised by this.” Daphne raised an eyebrow.

Harry looked at Daphne, debating whether he should tell her or not. He decided it was best to just come clean now. He didn’t want her to dump him, but he also didn’t want any deceptions between them, especially this early in the relationship.

“Daph, I… err… I may have…” He gulped. “Before we got together, mind you, I may have… slept with Bella, a few times.”

“A few times?”

“More than a few.”

“You slept with that.” Daphne pointed at the photograph, which was doing a lot more than the mild teasing it had been doing when Daphne held it.

Daphne felt conflicted, on the one hand, she was feeling a bit insecure. If Harry had been sleeping with that bombshell, what interest would he have in a girl like her?

But an even bigger part of her was also very, very aroused.

“Daph, I haven’t done anything since we got together. And I thought I made it clear to Bella that we couldn’t be together anymore, but I guess she’s a bit stubborn.”

Harry suddenly understood just why Lily had given him that journal article.

“Oh, Merlin, mum’s doing the same thing too.”

“Mum? Lily?”

Harry cursed, realizing he shouldn’t have brought that up at all. It was one thing to have a romance with a professor, but one with his own mother? That would probably be a bridge too far for Daphne, even if it had happened before they dated.

“Harry, have you been fucking your mother too?” Daphne asked after an extended silence.

Harry felt a lump in his throat, but he knew he was well past the point of explaining this away. “Daph, listen… I understand if you don’t want to be seen with me anymore. Just… could you not tell anyone?”

Daphne closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry gasped in surprise as her lips crashed onto his own, but very soon he just went with it, melting into the kiss and forgetting his worries, focusing solely on Daphne’s soft body pressed up against his.

Daphne felt his erection push up against her crotch, which had grown rapidly moist during the past minute, a situation that was only worsened as Harry’s thickness ground up against her.

Daphne pulled back from the kiss, “Harry, I have a confession to make.” She said in a breathy voice, “I kind of find it hot.”

Harry gulped. “You mean-”

“Yes, I mean that. And, if I could make another confession, I wouldn’t mind us being with Professor Black, or Lily.”

The way Daphne said his mother’s name was like the last piece in a puzzle he’d never realized he’d been putting together.

All those times at his house when Daphne would space out when Lily walked around wrapped up in only a towel suddenly made a lot of sense.

“Daph, how long have you been crushing on my mum?”

Daphne’s face reddened. “Almost as long as I’ve been in love with you?” She cringed slightly, not sure how Harry would take it.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, but he kept the other firmly wrapped around her waist. ‘This is insane.”

Daphne bit her lip. “What are we supposed to do?”

“Well, the right thing would be to seek some form of therapy to correct our clearly disturbed tendencies.”

“Right, of course.” Daphne said softly, feeling more than a bit disappointed.

Harry grinned, pulling her even closer. “Unfortunately for us, the wizarding world’s idea of mental health is just ‘stow it away in a pensieve’, and I get the feeling we both want to go the other route.”

Daphne’s eyes were now gleaming full of hope. “You mean… you want to be incestuous polyamorous degenerates… together?”

Harry kissed her once more. “Can’t think of a better partner in crimes against morality.”

Their lips met in another heavy snog, and as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, they stumbled around the room, tripping over a chair and tumbling to the floor.

Just as had happened with Bella, they broke out into peals of laughter, and once they calmed down, Harry couldn’t help but smile at his gorgeous girlfriend.

Daphne placed her hand over his own. “So, how are we going to get Bellatrix and Lily to buy in?”

Harry’s smile fell. “That might be a difficult proposition. Individually, they would have no problem being with us. But they will definitely be against being with each other."

Daphne nodded. "Yeah, they have this whole feud going on, it's going to take some work getting them to drop it."

Harry hummed thoughtfully. "I think that for now, our best bet is to feel them out-"

"And feel them up?"

"That too. I think we should be sleeper agents."

"Agents that sleep with them?"

He couldn't help but laugh as Daphne sent him a cheeky grin. "For now, you and I can both work on mum, and I can work on Bella. When we figure out or angle-"

"We'll strike!" Daphne said gleefully. "But, are we going to approach Lily together?"

Harry shook his head. "No, we need to make her think neither of us knows that we're sleeping with her, just so she's still trying to get us all together. That way, we keep her distracted while we hatch our own nefarious plot."

"And how exactly are we going to do that?"

Harry smirked. "I've got an idea that's just convoluted enough to work."

…

Bellatrix opened her door, unsure as to who it could possibly be at this hour.

Harry was there, leaning against the frame, and the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. She grabbed him by the collar and didn't give him time to get a word in before she was kissing him, tearing at his clothes with desperate need.

…

"Daphne? It's a little late, isn't it?"

Daphne launched herself at Lily, and the redhead was taken by surprise. As she wrapped her arms around the blonde, she felt shock at just how quickly her plan had succeeded.

Then, she focused on the blonde girl whose hands had already found their way under her robe.

…

Harry and Bella were laying in bed together, basking in the afterglow of their union. Bella was leaking Harry's cum, she felt sticky and in desperate need of a shower, and her matted hair kept getting in her face.

She had never felt more content.

"Your girlfriend read that book pretty quickly." Bella said with a hint of amusement. She thought her plan would take at least a few days to come to fruition.

Harry feigned ignorance. "What book?"

She blinked. So the girl hadn't mentioned the book at all? In that case, Harry had just come over because he couldn't go another minute without Bella's raw sexual magnetism.

Either way, she was happy to have her man back.

She cuddled up to him, deciding to just ignore the topic, "I hope you're ready, lover boy, I'm going to put you through your paces for this tournament." Bella cooed.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, it's going to take some balancing, since I'm also auditioning for the play."

"YOU WHAT?"

Bellatrix was positively fuming, her glare intense enough that Harry was actually afraid she might be able to burn a hole through him.

"It'll be fine, Bella." Harry assured.

"It'll be fine? You'll be out playing make believe when you should be training to win this damn tournament!" She hissed.

"You know I'll be training! Just our sessions will be more than enough, but you know I won't stop there." Harry grabbed onto her hands, and Bella hated how he could mollify her so easily. Even now she could feel her anger receding as his hands squeezed her own. It was extremely frustrating.

"You said yourself that there won't be much homework this year to help everyone participating. And I promise I will always put dueling first, no matter what." He promised, staring deep into her violet eyes.

Bellatrix huffed in frustration. She pulled her hands away from his as she stood from the bed.

"Bella, come on!" Harry begged, thinking she was angry at him.

Bellatrix slipped a robe on while her wand flew to her outstretched hand. "You are keeping your pretty little arse in that bed until I come back, and you should thank your stars that your arse is so cute."

"Where are you going?" He asked, relieved that she wasn't mad at him anymore.

"I'm going to have a talk with your dear mother." She put a finger to her lips before he could even dare say something. "You stay here and get that cock ready, because I am riding it raw the moment I get back."

And so Bella left a stunned and horny Harry in her quarters. As she walked through the cold, drafty halls of Hogwarts, she realized that in her haste, she'd barely gotten dressed.

…

Lily and Daphne basked in their post-orgasmic haze. It had been all Daphne had ever dreamed of, and it made her that much more excited for the future. Soon, Harry would take her innocence, and then they would both get to enjoy these sexy MILFs together.

"So, you and Harry enjoyed that article, huh?" Lily asked.

Daphne placed a tender kiss along her shoulder. "Yeah, it was really enlightening. It was why we agreed to have an open relationship." She hid her face in order to obscure the mischievous grin that couldn't help but curl on her lips.

"You what?" Lily screamed. "Did… did you two even comprehend what the article said?"

Daphne shrugged. "We agreed to be open, though we decided it was better not to tell each other about who we were sleeping with. To be honest, I suggested that because I don't know how he'd feel about me sleeping with you."

Lily couldn't believe what she was hearing. How had they misunderstood her simple suggestion?

"I-I need to have a talk with my son."

"Lily, don't! It's supposed to be a secret! I shouldn’t even have told you!." Daphne frowned.

Lily looked like she was going to protest, but she stopped herself, sinking back into the pillow with a sigh.

This was still salvageable. Clearly, Harry and Daphne had suggested the open relationship because they thought the other would be disturbed by the knowledge that they liked her. It was a simple misunderstanding, and she could work on it, make them see that all three of them could be together, happily. She would be as subtle as always, and in the end, the two of them would think it had been their idea all along.

Daphne felt relieved as Lily was clearly going in the direction they were trying to guide her towards. Now, Harry and Daphne would have to figure out how to get these two women to stop butting heads with each other.

…

Bellatrix wore nothing under her loose fitting robe, and she was barefoot. She had her wand, so she could easily conjure up some clothing for herself, but she decided against it. Let Potter see her state of dress, make her speculate about whether her son had played a part in it.

She didn't run into anyone as she made her way over to Lily's quarters. As she stood at the entrance, Bella cracked her neck before she rapped her knuckles firmly on the door to the Charms Mistress' quarters.

She swore she heard a pair of gasps, followed by some quick shuffling of feet and a door slamming shut.

She tapped her foot impatiently, not at all averse to the coldness of the hard, stone floor after another night of intense fucking. Thinking of fucking, and feeling Harry's latest load sloshing around in her cunt, made her all hot and bothered once more. She had to remove those thoughts from her mind as the door finally swung open for her.

Lily was wearing a robe similar to hers, though white in color instead of black. The redhead had her arms crossed and had an uncomfortable expression on her face. Moreover, as the air from inside wafted out, Bella could feel a very familiar scent, a scent she was sure she herself reeked of, the smell of sex.

"Bellatrix?" Lily asked guardedly.

Bella smirked. "I'd like a word with you." She stepped in through the door before Lily could react, and the woman closed the door behind her angrily.

…

Daphne was peeking, she couldn't help it.

She gasped as Bellatrix stepped in. The woman was wearing a very loose fitting robe, and within just a few seconds Daphne got a flash of one of her large tits.

Bella's body had changed from that sultry bikini photo, and it had all made her even more of a bombshell. Her breasts had grown bigger and her hips had widened into a voluptuous figure. From her vantage point, Daphne could clearly see her dripping peach, leaking what was surely Harry's cum.

Daphne licked her lips at the sight.

"A word? About what?" Lily asked the woman.

"My protege, of course." Bellatrix said with a superior air.

"What about Harry?" Lily began to sound hostile.

"It seems that you have gotten into his head and made him join in on your little game of make-believe. While I can't stop him, I want to make sure you understand that dueling comes first."

Lily bristled. "Wow, very diplomatic. With those manners, I can see why you drive all the fans away from your sport."

Daphne cringed, this situation was worse than she had imagined. It was going to take a lot of effort to get these two to bury the hatchet.

"Watch your tongue, Potter."

"You are in my quarters, demanding things of me related to my son."

"If you know your son, then you will realize what he actually wants."

"Regardless of what you may think, I didn't tell Harry to audition for the play. He came up with that on his own! As a colleague, I can promise to make it so that our schedules alternate so he may attend both. I'm sure Harry won't be the only one trying out for two different events."

"Fine." Bellatrix hissed, before her face turned cruel. "By the way, your partner is peeking through the door."

Daphne jumped back as Lily's head snapped towards her. Daphne sprinted to the bed, jumping under the covers and turning away from the door.

Lily didn't come for another few minutes, but when she did, the older woman sighed audibly. Daphne felt her weight on the bed and then a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"She couldn't tell who you were. She does know I'm fucking a student."

Daphne panicked. "Is she going to blackmail you?"

Lily pressed her head against the back of Daphne's own as she pulled the girl's body tight against her front. "No, to her it just makes us even."

"Even?" Daphne asked. She knew exactly why Bella had said that, but she had to plead ignorance.

Lily sighed once more. "It's complicated."

…

Monday rolled around and in every common room, the notice boards were crowded as everyone saw the newly posted schedules.

Quidditch tryouts would be in the evening on Wednesdays and Fridays. Dueling tryouts were Tuesdays and Thursdays. The initial audition for the school play was going to be held tonight, with another one on Saturday.

"Ron, there's not a chance on this earth that you'll make keeper. You haven't even been able to make your own house team!" Seamus said. Some might call his words rather insensitive, but they'd all had their fill of Ron's quidditch delusions over the years.

"I've been practicing over the summer. I'm going to prove a lot of you gits wrong." Ron grumbled, a look of determination on his face.

Harry wished his friend the best, but he very seriously doubted he'd be able to beat out any of the three already established keepers. Ron had always had issues with coordination and reaction speed. The boy was always more at ease in situations where he could sit back and think at his leisure, not when split-second decisions were involved.

"I am sooo excited for tonight." Daphne slipped into the seat next to him and Harry's hand instantly wrapped around hers. Their eyes met and they both smiled. Harry gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and Daphne closed her eyes, both of them feeling the deep tingling that the kiss left behind.

"Merlin, we could have a manticore raging about and you two wouldn't even know." Ron said as he piled food onto his plate.

"I think it's cute." Hermione beamed, shooting Ron a glare.

Harry squeezed Daphne's hand as he resigned himself to eating with his off hand. It was good practice anyways, being ambidextrous was an advantage during a duel.

"Man, you're super whipped, Harry." Dean joked as he grabbed a handful of grapes.

Harry and Daphne shared a look. The boy shrugged. "I've got no problem saying that I am." He squeezed her hand and the blonde beamed at him. Most of the boys around them groaned while the girls swooned.

After breakfast, they walked hand in hand over to the staircase. "I've got Herbology." Daphne bit her lip, not wanting to be apart from him.

Harry smiled at his girlfriend. "Why don't we meet up at the audition hall instead of dinner? I bet mum’s gonna need help setting this whole thing up."

"I actually already did a lot of the legwork, last night." Daphne whispered with a slight blush.

The mental image that brought up lit a fire under Harry, who's eyes roamed over his girlfriend's form. "I'm going to ravish you very soon, Daphne."

Daphne winked at him. "I'm counting on it."

They split up and went to their respective classes.

Right before lunch, Harry surprised Bella by showing up to her classroom right after her fifth years had left. Bella raised an eyebrow when he walked in, up until he pushed her onto her desk and knelt in front of her, his hands at her legs.

"What brought this on?" She asked, her lip quivering upward.

"I wasn't going to see you today otherwise." He grinned as he moved her panties to the side, exposing her beautiful cunt.

Harry dove face first into her pussy, eating hungrily at Bella's quim while she sat on the desk, her hands on his head.

It was a quick moment. Bella came and Harry lapped her up before leaving for the Great Hall, but it left her heart fluttering. He'd come to see her outside of their usual meeting times. He'd pleasured her because he'd wanted to, because he couldn't bear letting a day pass without being with her.

…

The rest of the day passed by quickly, and soon Harry found himself in the large ballroom style chamber that Lily had selected for auditions.

Harry'd never seen this room before. He didn't even know there were chambers this large outside of the Great Hall. It had high ceilings, and besides the stage that had been erected in the center of the room, it was basically empty, with only a few small chairs lining the edges.

Lily was pacing back and forth up on the stage, clearly nervous. She had a rolled up piece of paper in her hand and she was mumbling to herself.

Harry had offered to come down here with Daphne, but Daphne had said she needed to finish her (already past-due) Herbology essay before Sprout gave her detention, and she’d also winked and said he could enjoy some alone time with his mum.

"Honey, you're here early." Lily said as she saw her son enter stage left.

"Just want to help out, mum." Harry answered.

Lily checked her watch. "Auditions aren't for another hour or so. You don't have to worry, sweetie. I've got this under control." That said, Lily began to look worriedly at the papers she had assembled, appearing decidedly non in control at all.

Harry walked up to his mum and placed both hands on her shoulders. Lily stiffened, but relaxed instantly as Harry began to massage her back.

Harry pushed her towards the edge of the stage, where he forced her to sit as he continued his massage. "You need to calm down, mum. No one here knows anything about this stuff either. They won't when you screw up."

Lily snorted. "Very kind words," but despite herself, Harry's words, along with his ministrations, did help take some of the edge off.

Harry removed one of his hands long enough to grab his wand and cast a good locking and privacy charm at the door.

"Harry!" Lily protested, her voice weakening as Harry resumed his massage, scooting behind her until her ass was pressed against his crotch.

"Shhhh, you need to relax, mum. That's why I'm doing this." He whispered into her ear, and then his mouth moved to her neck, where he began to suck at her delicate flesh.

Lily groaned. They shouldn’t be doing this here, where dozens of students would soon be standing. But she could never say no to her baby boy.