Bellatrix smirked up at him with challenge and lust battling it out in her violet orbs, and Harry gave her a winning smirk.
"I'd like to use the restroom. Mind showing me the way?"
"Can't find it on your own?" Harry teased but obliged, taking her hand and leading her to the side where he saw the sign. The restrooms were at the lower level and together, they walked down the stairs.
Harry stopped outside the passageway and with a teasing smirk, Bellatrix walked away. His eyes remained trained on her delicious rump as it swayed hypnotically and he ignored how a few other women giggled as they watched him. Leaning back against the wall, he waited for his sexy date to return.
He did not have to wait for long. Only a couple of minutes later, Bellatrix returned, having made slight adjustments to her attire. She looked more… covered, if it was somehow possible, and Harry realized she had pulled her clothes against her body in such a manner that her cleavage was less visible. Her hair and make-up had also been redone, and he marveled at how she had done so much so quickly, especially since he had felt no sign of a spell being cast nearby.
"Ready?" She asked with a smirk as she reached out to grasp his hand. However, instead of taking it, she pushed something into his hand, and without even looking at his reaction, she began walking toward the staircase.
Harry remained rooted to the spot for a few seconds, his mind playing catch up with what had just happened. It was unmistakably what he believed it was. The feeling was perfect, and he easily recognized it. Standing still, he gazed down with wide eyes at the pair of black lace panties that this teasing minx must have just taken off in that bathroom. He could feel its warmth and the slight moisture right where it must be pressing against her pussy and it was impossible for him to resist.
He pulled them up to his face and inhaled the sweet aroma of Bellatrix Black. His knees weakened, trembling as he breathed in the strong, musky scent of Bellatrix's sex. He felt his cock twitch in his pants at the sensation and he breathed in sharply, inhaling more of her aroma as he felt her wetness between his fingers.
His eyes darted back toward the staircase and that was where he saw her. Bellatrix stood right on the first stair, gazing back at him holding her sodden panties against his nose, inhaling her scent. A wicked little smile appeared on her face before she turned around with a deliberate sway of her hips – hips that he knew were naked now underneath that dress – before she began to bounce back up the steps to where the main attraction of the nightclub was.
Harry did not think he had ever acted so quickly before. At record speed, he stuffed her panties in his pocket and rushed for the staircase, climbing them two, maybe even three at a time, and as he emerged into the nightclub, his eyes immediately fell on her. She had her back to him as she walked toward the dance floor, and for a moment, he slowed down, enjoying the sight of her delicious arse sashaying under that dress, naked and ripe for him. He did not miss how she was walking much slower than normal, or how her hips were swaying from side to side almost teasingly. The motion seemed almost exaggerated, which had the added bonus of making the hem of her dress rise higher up her legs with every step and sway.
He reached into his pocket and grasped her panties, feeling her fading warmth against his skin. His eyes remained trained on her swaying rear as he watched the soft material of her dress bounce around her legs, briefly exposing the milky skin of her thigh before falling back into place and then teasingly exposing the other.
Harry did not even realize that he had reached her. His mind had been too occupied with all the stimuli it had received, and it took her reaching out and taking his hand in hers for him to come back to his senses. He blinked as she led them onto the dance floor.
It was a bit cramped with so many couples around them, and the crowd was comprised of young people who did not shy away from public displays of affection in any manner. Already, he could see a few couples openly making out on the dance floor, and even one woman with her back against her partner as she rubbed her arse on his dick. The club, although posh, clearly did not have any policy prohibiting exhibitionism, it seemed.
Harry pushed it all out of his mind though, and so did Bellatrix, and they both came together in a slow dance, their entire attention devoted to one another. No one else seemed to exist as they swayed to the slow music that was playing at the moment, savoring their closeness and intimacy.
Bellatrix's arms wrapped around Harry's neck, her fingers twining through his hair as she pulled him closer. They moved in perfect sync, their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the gentle rhythm of the music. Harry's hands found her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space between them. Her firm breasts pressed against his chest, the hard points of her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her dress. His cock strained against the front of his pants, the heat and urgency between them building with each passing second.
Bellatrix arched her neck, exposing the curve of her throat as her hands slid down his chest. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the moment. Harry felt her hips slowly grinding against his, her breath warm against his skin. He moved his hands down her lower back, feeling the curve of her ass through her dress. As they danced, he let his fingertips explore, slowly massaging her through the fabric.
He glanced around the dimly lit room, noting the other couples too absorbed in their own worlds to notice what was happening between them. Emboldened, Harry continued his exploration, his fingers working the hem of her dress higher and higher. Bellatrix let out a soft moan when his fingertips first made contact with her bare skin, her body arching into his touch. His hands cupped her ass, his fingers dancing across the smooth curve as he worked the fabric higher.
Bellatrix's eyes fluttered open, meeting Harry's gaze. The lust in his eyes mirrored her own, a dark, undeniable hunger. She pulled him closer, pressing her pelvis against his, her pussy growing wetter with each passing moment. Without a word, she lifted her head from his shoulder and pressed her lips against his. Their tongues met, tangled, sending shivers through her body.
As they kissed, their movements slowed until they were no longer dancing. Harry's hands slid down the curve of her ass, his fingers brushing against her wet pussy. Bellatrix spread her legs instinctively, gasping into his mouth as his fingers delved deeper. One hand moved up to cup her breast, massaging it through the fabric of her dress. Her breathing grew more ragged, her body trembling in his arms.
"Harry..." she moaned, her voice a low, desperate whisper. "Please..."
Harry didn't need further encouragement. He pushed her back against the wall, his body pinning hers as he deepened the kiss. His hand slipped beneath the hem of her dress, sliding up her thigh until his fingers found her dripping core. The slick heat of her pussy welcomed him, her body arching toward his touch. He teased her clit with his thumb, eliciting another gasp.
"You like that, don't you?" he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
Bellatrix could only nod, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. His fingers plunged into her depths, thrusting in and out as she clung to him, her body shaking with each powerful wave of pleasure. Her orgasm built, crashing over her in waves until she finally shattered, her body convulsing around his fingers.
Harry held her tightly, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he felt her pussy clenching around his fingers. When the tremors finally subsided, Bellatrix leaned her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.
"Take me," she whispered, her voice husky and filled with need. "I need you, Harry."
Without a word, Harry pulled his fingers from her pussy. She took his hand and drew it to her mouth, licking her juices from his skin. Then, taking his hand again, she led him through the crowded dance floor and toward the exit.
Outside, the cool night air hit them like a slap. He didn't think he had it in him to apparate right now, and he didn't want to force either of them to undergo that unpleasant sensation of apparition either, which left only one option.
Harry quickly hailed a taxi, holding the door open for Bellatrix. She stepped inside, one leg in the car and the other still on the pavement, and purposefully hiked her dress up to reveal the small heart shaved above her clit. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched her draw a finger across her pussy before stepping fully into the car.
Once inside, Bellatrix reclined in the seat, spreading her legs wide and pulling her dress apart until her entire lower half was exposed. Harry stared as he got in, his cock throbbing as he took in the sight of her dripping pussy. The taxi driver, oblivious, drove on while Bellatrix began to tease herself, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
"Harry," she panted, her eyes locked onto his. "Come here."
Harry slid toward her on the backseat, his body pressing against hers as he reached for her. His fingers replaced hers, his touch rougher, more urgent. Bellatrix's body arched into his, her hands gripping the seat as she bucked against his hand.
"Fuck me," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Harry, fuck me now."
Her hand moved to the zipper of his pants, yanking it down as she freed his rock-hard cock. The same hand quickly shot forward, wrapping around him, stroking him with a firmness that left no doubt about her desire. She guided him to her entrance, her eyes never leaving his as he positioned himself at her opening.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
"Yes," she hissed, her body trembling with anticipation. "Now, Harry. Now!"
Harry did not want their first time to be like this in the backseat of a taxi, but he could not care anymore. His lust was driving him, just as hers was driving her, and with a growl, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one swift motion. Bellatrix screamed, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely. He pulled back, then thrust again, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, her body convulsing around his cock.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice barely coherent. "Fuck me harder, Harry!"
Harry complied, driving into her with renewed vigor. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto his cock as he pounded into her. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the confined space of the taxi, a primal rhythm that echoed their shared desperation.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Bellatrix chanted, her voice rising with each thrust. "Don't stop, Harry! I'm so close!"
Harry's own climax was building, the tight grip of her pussy milking him with every thrust. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss as he drove them both toward the edge. His tongue tangled with hers, his body slamming into hers with ruthless abandon.
"Harry," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I'm... I'm..."
"Cum for me," he growled into her ear. "Let go, Bella. Cum for me now."
Her body shuddered, her pussy clamping down on his cock as she came, her scream muffled by his mouth. Harry followed, his release bursting forth as he filled her with his seed, his body trembling with the force of his climax.
They lay together in the backseat, their breaths heaving as they clung to each other. Harry's forehead rested against hers, his voice a low murmur.
"That was just the beginning," he said, his tone promising more. "We're not done yet."
Bellatrix looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something darker, more primal. "No," she agreed, her voice soft and dangerous. "We're far from done."
-Break-
Harry felt the cool night air against his skin as Bellatrix's warm breath enveloped the tip of his cock. He managed to hold on, his left hand caressing her dark hair, keeping it out of the way so that she had plenty of room to suck his cock. His right hand rested on her back, fingers gently digging into her skin as he reached around to grab her breast, feeling the soft flesh beneath her dress. The taxi driver glanced at them once more before focusing back on the road, used to such displays of passion at this late hour. It earned him a premium over the standard fare, so there was little to complain.
The miles flew by as Bellatrix expertly ran her tongue around his manhood. Her lips moved with precision, her tongue flicking and swirling around his throbbing member. He'd cum a short while ago, but Harry could feel the pressure building once again, his body tensing with each stroke of her mouth. He bit his lip, struggling to maintain control as her warm breath and wet suction sent shivers down his spine.
Finally, they pulled into the hotel's driveway. "Do you want to go inside?" Harry asked, his voice strained.
"Uunnnnnhhh hhhuuuuhhh," Bellatrix mumbled with his cock lodged deep in her throat. She pulled her head up, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she waited for him to get the door.
Harry waved his hand and fixed himself in a second before he quickly darted out and paid the driver handsomely. The man gave him a knowing look but said nothing. When he opened the door for Bellatrix, she spread her legs, her dripping pussy exposed, their combined juices slithering out of her. They were both too consumed by their lust to tease each other further. As soon as both her feet were on the ground, Harry leaned over and grabbed her, lifting her up over his shoulder. He slammed the door shut and applied a quick disillusionment charm over them, ensuring that no one would notice them as he ran into the hotel with his date's naked ass and dripping pussy inches from his face.
He reached out with his magical senses and scanned the hotel for an empty room, applying a silent Confundus Charm on the receptionist when he found the one he deemed fit for their use. Summoning the key from behind the counter, he carried her up the stairs and into the room. Bellatrix merely giggled all the while, her ass slapping his cheek as he rushed ahead.
With another wave of his hand, he magically sealed the door behind him. He threw her down onto the bed, hard. She landed with a thud, her hair falling in a wild mess around her head. Her dress was ripped open in the front, exposing her long legs and pulsing pussy fully. She looked up at him through her hair, her eyes burning with lust and desire, and pulled her dress off herself, showing off her naked body to his hungry gaze.
Harry's eyes traveled over every inch of her exposed skin as he stood above her, ripping off his clothes with practiced efficiency, before throwing them into a crumpled pile on the floor. Her eyes followed every movement of his, drinking in the sight of his toned, naked body. He was confident, and in control, and she loved it.
"Clean me up properly now," he commanded, looking down at his still-hard cock.
Bellatrix shivered at his commanding tone, a sultry grin overtaking her features as she dutifully knelt on the floor, taking his cock into her mouth. She licked their combined juices off of him, savoring the taste of their mingled essence. Harry's hands gripped her hair, guiding her movements as she cleaned him with her mouth. He could feel his cum dripping down her leg as she sucked him off, her tongue working with expert precision.
Once satisfied, Harry pulled her up by her hair, his eyes locked onto hers. "On the bed, and on your hands and knees," he ordered, his voice firm yet filled with desire.
Bellatrix immediately complied, dropping to her hands and knees in front of him, her ass pushed toward him over the edge of the bed. Harry took a step back, admiring the sight of her bent over before him, her dress torn and discarded, and her body glistening with sweat and arousal. He could smell the tangy scent of her desire, mixing with the musk of their earlier encounter.
He stepped forward again, positioning himself between her legs. "Spread them," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly.
Bellatrix did as she was told, spreading her legs wide, exposing her swollen, wet pussy to his gaze. Harry's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight. He reached down, his fingers brushing against her clit, eliciting a shudder from her.
"You're mine now," he whispered, his fingers sliding lower, pushing into her hot, waiting pussy. "I'm going to fuck you whenever I want. Do you understand?"
Bellatrix nodded excitedly, her breath coming in shallow gasps as his fingers worked their magic inside her. "Yes, Harry," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "I understand."
Harry didn't waste any more time. He positioned his cock at her entrance, rubbing the tip along her slit before pushing inside. Bellatrix gasped, her body arching towards him as he filled her completely. He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, his hips snapping forward with brutal force as he quickly built up a steady rhythm, slamming inside her with reckless abandon as the wet sounds of their sexes colliding reverberated around the room.
"OH HARRY! FUCK ME!" Bellatrix screamed, her voice echoing off the walls of the room.
Harry didn't hold back. He pounded into her with relentless intensity, his hands gripping her hips as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her pussy clenching around him with every movement.
"OH YES, DON'T STOP," she cried out, her voice breaking with each word. "FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOURS!"
Harry's own breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to thrust into her, his skin slapping against hers with a rhythmic sound that fueled his desire even further. He leaned forward, reaching around to grab her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples.
"OOOOHHHHH SSSHHHIIITTTTT!" Bellatrix screamed, her body convulsing with another orgasm, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock.
Harry didn't slow down. He kept fucking her with all the force he could muster, his own release building rapidly. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure in his loins becoming unbearable. With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his cum flooding her pussy as her body shuddered beneath him.
Harry groaned softly as he felt the last vestiges of his cum drain from him, shooting deep inside her quivering pussy. His hold on her slackened and she fell in a heap on the bed. Slowly, he walked over and climbed onto the bed, pulling her against himself as he wrapped his arms around her shivering frame.
Bellatrix immediately draped herself over him, burying her face in the crook of his neck as they lay naked on the bed, breathing heavily as they basked in the aftermath of their rough fucking.
None had imagined the night would go this way, even though they both knew how it would end. Displaying herself to random strangers in such a fashion was a move she hadn't thought herself capable of. Before arriving for the date, Bellatrix had been skeptical of even getting inside a car, but once her lust had overtaken her mind, nothing else mattered. She had lost her virginity to this magnificent man in the backseat of a bloody taxi, before getting fucked by him to the inch of her life in a hotel room. It made her feel slutty, and it excited her to no end.
"That was awesome," she breathed finally once she caught her bearings. She could still feel his seed trickling out of her creampied pussy and she clamped her inner walls hard to keep as much of it inside her as she could, only succeeding marginally.
Harry chuckled as he glanced down at her glowing face. That wild look from earlier that had sent his arousal skyrocketing had been replaced by the vivacious look that made her so similar to Narcissa – a proper pureblood lady. He merely pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss that was unlike the wild and passionate ones they had shared throughout the evening and conveyed as much of his feelings as he could in that one kiss. As they pulled away, the loving smile she gave him told him she understood completely.
"I'll take care of those betrothals, I promise," Harry whispered with conviction. "Both you and Cissa are mine, and I'll make sure everyone knows it."
"I have no doubt that you will," she smiled, cupping his cheek as she stroked his skin tenderly. "You're really as brilliant as Cissy said you are."
"And you understood it just from fucking me?" Harry asked with a chuckle.
"A bit," she giggled. "I can tell, Harry. You really are a brilliant man, and I'd love to be yours, if you'll have me."
Smiling, Harry wrapped his arms properly around her and pulled her firmly against himself, making her sigh in contentment.
"I'd be a fucking moron not to," he sighed. "For now though, let's have a long rest."
"Hmm…" Bellatrix hummed as she closed her eyes, and soon, the couple drifted to sleep in a mess of sweaty and tangled bodies.
-Break-
Sunlight crept through the hotel room curtains, spilling warmth across the bed where Bellatrix lay half-asleep, cocooned in a nest of sheets. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she found herself face-to-face with Harry, who was lying on his side, watching her with a lazy smile. His arm was draped casually over his head, his hair a little wild, and he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Good morning," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep, yet laced with that telltale glint of mischief.
"Morning," Bella replied, stifling a yawn as she stretched out beside him. She gave him a sly smile, her gaze sweeping over him. "Sleep well, or did I wear you out last night?"
Harry chuckled as he unabashedly eyed her up, making her smile widen. His eyes flashed as he gazed back into hers. "You think you wore meout?" he teased, shifting closer until there was barely a breath of space between them. "I was not the one screaming my lungs out, both in that taxi and later in this room."
"Right." She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "I could've sworn I heard myself screaming for you not to stop."
"Don't flatter yourself," he shot back, though his smirk betrayed him. "I could've gone all night, if only you were able to keep up."
Bellatrix laughed, rolling her eyes as she settled back against the pillows. "All night, huh? Guess I'll just have to take your word for it." She shifted to tuck herself against his chest, nestling close with a teasing sigh. "Too bad you'll be leaving me high and dry today, or I'd challenge you to prove it."
Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. "France awaits, unfortunately. Got a championship to win. I hope to make quick work of it all though. The sooner I'm back here, well…"
He trailed off, giving her naked rear a firm squeeze.
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, is that so? Just going to walk in, flash a little smile, and take the trophy, hmm?"
"Basically." He shrugged, giving her a roguish wink. "Have you seen me? No one there's prepared for what I bring."
She laughed a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Careful, Mr. Champion. Wouldn't want that ego to slow you down."
"Never happens," he replied with a grin, brushing a stray hair off her face. "And besides, a little confidence goes a long way. I know what I'm capable of, and this… well, it's my moment."
Bellatrix's eyes softened a bit, her playful expression melting into something more affectionate. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that. You are kind of amazing." She grinned, teasing again as she leaned in close.
He tightened his arm around her and leaned down, capturing her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss that sent a thrill through her, reminding her just how much she was going to miss him. It was true that she was his now and they could be together whenever they wanted, but a number of unwanted variables were still at play.
When they pulled away, Bellatrix sighed, pressing her forehead against his. "You know, this would all be easier if you weren't so damn charming."
He chuckled. "Just imagine all those poor competitors in France. They'll be too dazzled to put up a fight."
She rolled her eyes, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around herself. She looked at him over her shoulder with a smirk. "You're ridiculous," she said, though there was no mistaking the admiration in her eyes.
"Ridiculous? Bella, this is confidence." He stretched out, reclining with his hands behind his head and giving her an exaggerated wink. "They'll be calling me the 'Unstoppable Lord Peverell' by the time I'm done."
"Is that what they'll be calling you?" she asked, laughing. "You sure it won't be 'Cocky Peverell,' or maybe just 'Full-of-himself Peverell?'"
He laughed, unabashed. "Hey, call it whatever you like. By the end of this thing, that trophy's got my name on it."
"Is that so?" She asked teasingly. "Well then, why don't you prove that you're Champion material?"
"Oh?" he challenged, his grin turning even cockier. "And what exactly does that mean?"
She gave him a wicked look and let the sheet fall off her body, letting his eyes feast on her curves. "It means you'll have to top last night." Her voice dripped with invitation, her fingers trailing down his chest as she leaned over, pulling the sheet down as she went. Gazing deeply into his eyes, she whispered, "A champion shouldn't be outdone by his own track record, right?"
"No, he definitely shouldn't," Harry smirked as he reached out and took her hand, allowing her to straddle him. Smirking, Bella gazed at him before her eyes trailed down his legs until she was staring at his manhood that stood proud and ready for her.
"Well, I'd say you seem more than up for the challenge," she murmured as she grasped his length and aligned him with her hot entrance, keeping her gaze locked with him. The sheer desire she could see in those orbs made goosebumps rise all over her skin and she let go, slamming herself down onto his length and burying it to the hilt inside her.
-Break-
She found them standing by the fireplace in the Entrance Hall, accompanied by the professors and Madam Pomfrey, and with a start, she realized that she was the last one to arrive. Her footsteps quickened as she descended the stairs, her gaze firmly trained on him.
She saw him laugh at something Narcissa said, and the sight sent a pang through her.
Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and approached them, the clicking of her heels attracting the attention of everyone as they turned to gaze at her. Her eyes remained trained on his face though, and she saw his eyes soften slightly at the sight of her. It made her heartbeat quicken, and so did her steps as she closed the distance between herself and the gathering, coming to a stop beside Madam Pomfrey who gave her a smile in greeting.
"Now that we all are here, allow me to wish you all the best in the tournament, Harry," Dumbledore remarked with a grandfatherly smile. The rest of the professors and the matron of Hogwarts' Hospital Wing all nodded, smiling.
"We have full faith in your abilities, Harry. And once again, I apologize that I won't be there for you," Flitwick remarked.
"It's okay, Filius," Harry shook his head. "You've already done a lot. I understand."
Flitwick nodded with a small smile, and one by one, everyone in attendance gave him their best regards until only Septima remained with Harry and Narcissa.
She glanced at the blonde woman who looked perfectly at ease and mentally, she cursed her for putting her in such a dilemma. There was no animosity within her for the woman though, merely frustration aimed at herself and the situation she now found herself entangled in.
Narcissa, however, gazed at Septima with a calm, but expectant look on her face. A small smile danced on her lips as she awaited what the woman would say.
"I was thinking you wouldn't show up there for a second," Harry began with a chuckle as he gazed at Septima who turned to him. "I'm glad you're finally here though. Got everything packed?"
Septima hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering from a smiling Harry to an expectant Narcissa who raised an enquiring eyebrow as she gazed at her.
She knew what that expression meant. It was a decision that symbolized more than what it entailed, and her response was more meaningful than perhaps she even realized. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest and despite not feeling like it, she forced a smile on her face, trying to bring herself under control.
"A-Actually, Harry… I wanted to talk to you before leaving."
Narcissa's gaze sharpened instantly, a flicker of interest passing over her face as she gazed at the woman who seemed to be shaking in place. She gave her a pointed look when Septima happened to glance at her, silently telling her to make the right decision for herself.
She hoped the woman did make the right decision, not only because she wanted her to be happy, but also because she had seen how Harry was around her, and she knew he would be happy with her as well.
Harry gazed at Septima with his brows furrowed slightly, and he gave her a small nod.
"Yeah? What is it?" He asked.
Septima could feel the tension in the air as she glanced at Narcissa once again. Her throat tightened, and forcing herself to hold Harry's gaze.
"I… I won't be able to join you in France," she rasped out, and both Harry and Narcissa stared at her in silence.
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