In Bloom - Chapter 6

Summary: When a magical flower sprays Harry with a mysterious cloud of spores, he soon finds the side effects to be far more…pleasant than he expected. Now with every girl in the castle obsessed with him, Harry must decide whether to find a cure for this mystery ailment or give in to its more carnal benefits. 

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Chapter 6: Amorous Amelia

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Things…changed after his shower with Ginny. On the surface, everything between him and the redhead remained normal. At least as normal as they could be what with the powers of a mystical plant hanging over the entire castle. Yet after a few days, Harry definitely began to notice a shift.

It was small at first. Ginny would bump into him between classes, sometimes for a quick hello and other times to drag him into the nearest broom cupboard for a hot sweaty quickie. Not too strange, especially when so many other witches ‘accidentally’ bumped into him within the halls. What was unusual however was the fact that Harry could almost predict when it would happen, as if he knew Ginny would be there before he even saw her. It was like he had his own personal ‘Ginevra Weasley Radar’ in the back of his skull. What was worse was that he seemed almost drawn to her as well. There had been a few incidents where Harry would find himself aimlessly wandering the halls only to realise halfway through that he’d been following that feeling of Ginny in the back of his mind.

Other things changed as well. When they were together, whether at Quidditch practice or hanging out in the common room, Harry would find himself instinctually reaching for Ginny and vice versa. Their hands would intertwine, they’d lean on the other, and sometimes they’d just simply sit close, content with the close proximity of the other. It was strange but Harry couldn’t find himself to mind the small change between them. Perhaps it was simply natural? He knew he’d come to view Ginny as more than a friend or even just Ron’s little sister since before the year even began, so maybe this was just their feelings manifesting for one another in a way that all couples’ did?

He of course didn't fully believe this. It was a nice thought, but his luck had a track record. He knew the flower had to have something to do with this, he just for the life of him couldn’t figure out how.

It was something to mull over later. Today he had more pressing matters to focus on, such as his impending meeting with the head of the DMLE.

He knew very little about Madame Bones except what he’d been able to glean at his trial the year before. He knew she was a stern no-nonsense sort of witch. She was also very capable, having honed her skill with a wand after years of decorated service as an Auror. He also knew she was, in fact, Susan’s aunt. It still boggled his mind that the sweet shy girl that used to help him with his herbology homework could be related to someone as serious and stonelike as Madame Bones…but then again he also would never have expected Susan to drop to her knees and suck his cock right there in Professor Sprout’s personal greenhouse so what did he really know? Besides, from the one time he saw Madame Bones during his trial, it was painfully obvious that she was Susan’s aunt. Even beneath the frumpy Wizengamot robes her figure had been on full display. It made him wonder if all the women in Susan’s family were stacked like her and her aunt.

Thoughts of an older more curvy Susan were dashed from his mind as the Ministry lift dinged announcing their arrival at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry collected himself and followed Flitwick who accompanied him on this journey as his chaperone, having been the one to set up this meeting with the department head in the first place.

“Nervous Harry?” The half-goblin asked politely as they walked.

Harry shrugged but gave him a nod. “A little.”

“Don’t be my boy! It’s true that Amelia can be a little rigid at times but she’s a wonderful woman and an incredible duelist to boot!” Flitwick laughed. “You know I almost convinced her to join the international duelist circuit back when she was my student? Oh, it was a true shame that she never competed, she would have been exceptional! Alas, her heart has always lain with the DMLE. It was for the best of course! She’d done wonders for this department. I daresay we haven’t seen a woman of her resolve in a position of authority in quite some time!” Flitwick paused for a moment as they reached a security checkpoint. Handing over their wands to be checked, they were both quickly let through and with their wands returned just a moment later.

“There’s rumour’s she’s up for minister you know?” Flitwick whispered. “Scrimgeour is doing a fine job as interim Minister mind you, but Amelia has a certain…initiative that he lacks. I suppose we’ll have to wait and see what happens though won’t we?”

Harry said nothing as they approached the desk of a polite young receptionist.

“Good day! Do you have an appointment?” The young witch asked, a kind if somewhat forced smile on her face. Though that smile deepened the second her eyes landed on Harry. Harry did his best not to notice as the blonde witch’s face morphed into a look of sultry appeal, her eyes raking up his form like a predator sizing up her next meal. Flitwick of course, did not notice this exchange whatsoever, not even when the nameless witch began to unconsciously unbutton the top of her blouse to expose more of her cleavage.

“Yes, Filius Flitwick and Harry Potter–here to meet with Director Bones.” Flitwick smiled.

The blonde witch nodded absentmindedly, eyes still glued to Harry as she pushed her breasts together with the sides of her arms.

“She’s in another meeting at the moment I’m afraid. Of course, you’re welcome to wait. Shouldn’t be much longer.” She pointed them to a small waiting area a few feet away with a smirk. “Would you like anything while you waited? Tea? Water?” She turned her attention back to Harry, eyes boring into his own. “My mouth around your cock?~” She licked her lips while staring him down, which Harry simply responded to with a wink.

“Oh we’re fine thank you!” Flitwick smiled.

The girl pouted but nodded nonetheless, waving them farewell as they took their seats within the small waiting area. The entire time, her eyes never left Harry’s form, drinking in every inch of him with a look of primal hunger.

Harry had been more than a bit surprised to learn the flower’s effects were not simply contained to Hogwarts itself, but then again why would it be? He had no real clue what the flower’s magic could and could not do, nor if there were limits to what it had done to him so far. Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, the Ministry, it didn’t seem to matter. Everywhere he went women’s lust for him was dialed up to an 11. It was somewhat concerning he supposed. After all, it wasn’t like Harry could control this allure around him any more than the witches who were affected could control themselves in his presence. Twice on his walk here with the professor he was stopped by some random woman reaching out to grope his cock. One even pushed him up against a wall and snogged the life out of him before slipping a piece of parchment with her floo address scrawled across it into his pocket. Flitwick and the other wizards barely paid any attention to the incidents.

He couldn’t find it in himself to truly worry about any potential consequences though. Sure, the thought was always in the back of his mind, but when you had a woman like Lavender Brown or Daphne Greengrass drop to their knees and wrap their mouth around your cock, all thoughts of wariness went right out the window. In fact, at this point, Harry was starting to wonder what else he could use this newfound power to get away with. Surely if used right he could get away with all manner of debauchery…

Harry smirked to himself. He could practically feel his Marauder blood cooing with excitement. A thought for another time then.

No sooner had the thought left him than the large office door behind the receptionist's desk swung open and admitted two stunning beauties of women.

“Ridiculous!” A familiar blonde clad in an expensive deep green silk dress screeched. “The Wizengamot will hear of this treachery!”

Behind her, a woman who looked strikingly like an older Susan sighed and crossed her arms. “As I said in my office Lady Malfoy, your husband’s criminal record disqualifies any chance of parole he may have. The fact that his previous offences from ‘79 were dropped on claims of being Imperiused does not change this.” Madame Bones explained calmly.

Narcissa Malfoy’s face contorted into a look of rage that seemed out of place on her normally elegant porcelain features.

“We’ll see about that! Mark my words, Amelia, I’ll have your job for this! No one treats a lady of House Malfoy like this! No one!”

The Malfoy matriarch turned on her heel to stomp away, yet froze the moment her eyes landed on Harry. At first, it seemed as if she would scream even more when she spotted him. A snarl of rage even began to form on her lips for a split second. However, the angry tirade Harry expected never came. Instead, Narcissa seemed to almost wince and pull away, her eyes glazing over before she shook her head to clear some sort of fuzziness within. The older witch gave him a final look, this one much more impassive than before, and true to her Malfoy nature, sent a sneer in Madame Bones’ direction and stalked away.

As the haughty woman left, Madame Bones sighed in both tiredness and relief before turning to them.

“My apologies you had to see that Filius. Narcissa Malfoy has become quite the thorn in my side since Lucius was arrested last June.” The auburn-haired with craned her neck to face Harry, the ghost of a smirk splayed across her lips. “I believe I have you to thank for my newfound troubles, Mr Potter.”

Harry shot the woman a sheepish smile back while beside him, Professor Flitwick chuckled with mirth.

“Oh no apologies necessary Amelia my dear! I do hope the lovely Lady Malfoy hasn’t ruined too much of your day!” The diminutive man squeaked.

Amelia chuckled and shook her head. “It’ll take much more than an angry noble-woman to affect my mood Filius. However, enough about that mess. We had a meeting I believe?” At Flitwick’s happy nod the woman smiled, her eyes flicking ever so quickly in Harry’s direction. “I was actually wondering Filius, would it be too much trouble to speak with Mr Potter alone for a few minutes? I just have one or two questions about the battle that occurred a few months ago. Some things were missed in the official report it seems. We’ll of course get right to our meeting afterwards.”

“Oh!” Flitwick exclaimed. “Well I suppose if Harry is agreeable then I see no issue with it! Harry?”

Harry felt Amelia’s gaze boring into the side of his face as he turned to regard the Charms Master. Something about Madame Bones request seemed off. He knew for a fact that the official report of the DoM incident was extremely detailed. He himself spent three and a half hours answering questions for the aurors, yet in all fairness, he hadn’t exactly been in the right state of mind when it happened. Sirius had died mere hours before and it took him a while to even begin processing that grief. Perhaps there were some things missed and Madame Bones was simply following up?

A quick glance her way revealed nothing out of the ordinary, no change in her breath, no lust-glazed eyes or even the smallest sparks of arousal. She looked at him like any other witch unaffected by his newfound allure. Still, he couldn’t shake that strange feeling in the base of his spine. Maybe it was just jitters from being in the same vicinity as Malfoy’s mom? Either way, he couldn’t exactly say no to the Director of the DMLE now could he?

“Of course professor.” Harry turned and gave the older woman a nod. “Lead the way, Madame Bones.”

Amelia nodded with a small smile, gesturing towards her open office door. Harry obeyed the silent command, walking into the relatively homey office while Amelia bid farewell to Flitwick behind him. He had a moment to study the room before the older redhead joined him. A carpet of deep brown covered the floor while the walls were painted a light beige with mahogany trim. Photos depicting various award ceremonies and even some family portraits clung to the walls while the corners of the room were decorated with small thriving house plants. The centre of the room was taken up by a large oaken executive desk, its top neatly organized with various manila case files and stacked reports.

The soft ‘click’ of the door closing behind him was his only indicator that Amelia had entered the room. The woman was quiet. Years of auror training made her footfalls near silent and despite her…assets, Harry had no doubt she was an expert at stealth.

She said nothing as she passed by him. Instead of sitting at her desk, Harry watched as she approached a small bookshelf towards the side of the room and removed a decorative crystal decanter full of a deep amber liquid. She also grabbed two glasses, carrying them gently towards her desk where she quickly filled each with a healthy amount of liquor.

“Despite still attending Hogwarts the law does say you are of age so I believe there’s no harm in a glass of Ogden’s Finest.” Amelia explained, sliding him the glass of whiskey before retrieving her. “Morgana knows I need one after dealing with that harpy.”

The older witch sighed and leaned back against the edge of her desk. Harry followed suit, grabbing his glass hesitantly before sitting down in one of the guest chairs.

“No need to explain Madame Bones. I haven’t had the pleasure of speaking with Mrs Malfoy for more than a few seconds, but even then I was nearly ready to pull my hair out in frustration.” Harry empathized.

Amelia surprised him with a snort of laughter before taking a healthy sip from her glass. Harry mimicked her actions, doing his best not to grimace at the burning taste of whiskey that coated his tongue. The older woman sighed in satisfaction, setting her drink down with a small smile before surprising him by unwrapping her professional bun atop her head and letting her long auburn locks fall down past her shoulders.

“You know Harry–my niece Susan has told me much about you. From her stories, you’ve made a name for yourself as quite the troublemaker haven’t you?” At Harry’s sheepish shrug, she continued. “At first I believe you to be like your father. Someone who broke the rules in the name of pranks and fun. His jokes sometimes went a bit too far mind you. In fact, some would say he was quite the bully.” Her sharp grey eyes bore into Harry for a moment and Harry had to fight the urge to look away. Amelia had an air about her that screamed authority and it was hard to ignore it, but Harry had been rebelling against authority all his life. He managed to keep her gaze, earning him another small smile from the woman. 

“He was a good man in the end though, and a damn fine auror. However–colour me surprised when I found out his troublemaker of a son was no prankster or bully, but quite the brave young man who broke the rules to help others.” Harry blushed at the praise but said nothing, allowing her to continue. “You take after Lily in that regard, though your father had more than enough bravery to spare, I assure you.”

“That’s very kind of you to say,” Harry said gratefully. “Everyone always talks about how much I look like my dad. It's nice to hear someone compare to my mum for once.”

Amelia smiled and flicked a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder. “We were friends you know? I was two years ahead of her at Hogwarts, but Lily’s mind was sharper than most adults we knew at the time. We used to sit in the library and talk for hours about every little thing. Classes, magic….boys.” The last word was spoken just a hint thicker than the rest. Harry shifted a bit as her grey eyes once more found themselves peering deep within his very soul. “We weren’t as close as your father and his friends, but we didn’t need to be. Lily was dear to me and I her, and that’s all that really mattered.”

Amelia paused for a beat as she seemed to weigh something in her mind. Harry watched in one part confusion and another intrigue as she tilted back her glass and drained the rest of the amber liquid within in one go. Gasping softly as the burning liquid slid down her throat, Amelia reached up and unbuttoned the top of two buttons of her blouse, fanning herself with her hand as she did so and revealing a glimpse of her bountiful cleavage within.

“Sorry, it seems the warming charms are on the fritz again!” She explained. “Now where were we…” The older witch’s eyes roved up and down his entire form. Harry could feel where her gaze touched–down his chest, over his arms–coming to a stop briefly at the junction of his legs before snapping back up to his face.

“When I look at you Harry I see her. I see Lily in every single one of your features, and in a way, I feel her within you as well.” Amelia took a step forward, her frame looming over Harry’s as she peered down at him from over her jutting chest. She lifted a hand up, brushing the back of her soft knuckles against his cheek. “It’s funny–I envied your father for a long time for having the bravery to do what I was too scared to admit. Now I find myself envying my very own niece for having her own chance to a piece of what I so desperately wanted…” Amelia sighed, dragging her knuckles across Harry’s cheek to rest the pad of her thumb against his lips. “I’d never take anything away from my dear Susan that is rightfully hers, but she wouldn’t begrudge me a small taste, would she?”

She spoke the last part quietly as if conversing with herself. Harry could feel the shift in the room the moment those words left her lips. A tension hung in the air that he hadn’t noticed before and yet before he could so much as question it, a pair of soft, plump lips were suddenly crashing against his.

Harry grunted as a weight settled on his lap. The feeling of something soft and round pressed against his crotch was the only clue he needed to know exactly what it was. Back to him and head craned back to meet his lips head-on, the older witch had her plump shapely arse smashed against his cock. Her lips tasted like whiskey and cinnamon, both flavours bringing a hint of fiery heat that matched the older woman’s attitude perfectly. True to her nature, she wasted no time in taking charge. Her tongue pushed its way into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. One of her arms was bent back, her fingers tangled in his wild raven locks while she moaned pleadingly into his mouth. The feeling of her fat arse grinding into him was enough to have Harry moaning right back, his cock straining hard and erect against his trousers.

Not one to stay on the back foot, Harry reached up and around the woman’s waist and sank both hands into her amazingly plush breasts. The soft flesh gave way beneath his fingers eliciting a whimper of approval from Amelia as she deepened the kiss even more. Harry kneaded her round tits for a few moments. The feeling of squeezing her giant mamamires between his fingers was unlike anything he’d experienced before and he soon found himself wanting more. 

Taking hold of her blouse, Harry wrenched the offending material apart. Buttons popped free, flying across the room as Amelia’s top was torn in two. The shapely witch gasped in surprise, breaking their kiss as her large jutting breasts bounced free openly in the air revealing she’d forgone wearing a bra that day.

No wonder her chest had jiggled so much when she first walked out, Harry thought with a grin. Exposed to him now, the two creamy globes of flesh drooped from her chest like two giant erotic teardrops. Their sheer weight was enough to make them sag just a bit, but despite being in her forties, Amelia still had the tits of a woman half her age.

Harry wasted no time in grabbing handfuls of the pale freckled flesh. Amelia giggled at his enthusiasm and took a moment to nip playfully at the skin of his neck.

“Mmm, I should’ve known you’d be drooling at the sight of my breasts.” Amelia teased. “You boys are such simple creatures after all. I wonder what else I can show you that’ll drive you absolutely wild~!” She added to her words by rocking her arse back against his cock, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Harry.

Harry growled and gave her tits a rough squeeze, making a point to pinch her hardened nipples that poked out like pink mountain peaks atop a wide expanse of pale flesh. Taking a page out of Amelia’s book, Harry moved without permission and pushed the older half-naked witch hard against the top of her desk. Amelia gasped in surprise, the neatly stacked papers and organized reports flying everywhere as Harry pushed the bottom of her skirt up and over her round jiggly cheeks.

“Fuck me! Now I know where Susan gets her arse from!” Harry exclaimed in surprise. He reached forward, palming both cheeks just as roughly as her tits and giving them a hard squeeze. “Just as soft too. I wonder if you like being fucked from behind just as hard as she does? Susan is such a slut for doggy you know.”

Amelia made a sound of protest but any argument at being told how her own niece liked to be fucked died in her throat as Harry pressed the pad of his thumb against her damp knicker clad slit.

Harry chuckled and began to slowly massage her pussy through her knickers. “Sensitive just like Susan too. I wonder if your pussy is as tight as hers?”

Before Amelia could respond, Harry suddenly had her knickers pushed down to her ankles and both her holes exposed to the warm air of her office. She moaned as he began to massage her bare slit once more, his thumb working slow sensual circles into her clit as her pussy practically wept with arousal. 

“W-We don’t have much time.” Amelia gasped. “Flitwick will start getting suspicious soon.”

“Then we best skip to the main event.” Harry replied, giving her pussy a light smack which earned him yet another whimper of delight from the older witch.

Quickly freeing his cock, Harry teased the outer folds of her pussy, smearing the tip of his cock with her juices. Amelia whined in protest, bucking her hips back against him pleadingly. It was intriguing to see her like this. The woman, who not minutes prior had been taking charge and snogging the life out of him, now melting under his touch. Perhaps it was the flower’s magic? Or was Amelia simply a needy submissive slut who put on the facade of a strong dominant woman? Either way, Harry was loving it, especially when she all but sobbed in elation the moment he sank his cock deep within her velvety soft folds.

While she wasn’t as tight as Susan was, the younger witch having been a virgin the first time they slept together, Amelia’s cunt still constricted wonderfully around him. He could feel his cock stretch her insides apart. No doubt being a woman of her station meant she had very little time for intimate relationships. Harry was willing to bet his cock was the first she felt in years–decades even. As he speared her walls apart, hilting his cock all the way to the base inside her hot wet snatch, Amelia let out a long slow moan of pure lust. A moan that only further proved how much she obviously was in need of a good dicking down.

Grabbing her hips in a tight grip, Harry pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained inside. With a grunt he SLAMMED himself back inside her cunt, earning a howl of ecstasy from the older woman. The flesh of her arse rippled like a tidal wave, each thrust earning another jiggle of her round shapely globes. Harry was mesmerized by the sight. Over the last few weeks, he’s seen his fair share of curvy bums rippling from his thrusts, but never like this. It only reminded him of the fact that he wasn’t fucking another one of his Hogwarts year mates, but a bonafide woman. Amelia’s body was grown and fully matured. Her hips flared and arse moulded by the goddess that was good genetics, all in the instinctual animalistic urge her body had to bear children. It was quite a tempting notion in his current position, balls deep within her velvety quim. The thought of filling Amelia up with his seed, impregnating her here and now practically had him blowing his load right then and there. Though his rational mind told him it wasn't the right time. Perhaps it was an idea for later, he certainly wasn’t opposed to it after all, but Amelia had come to him for pleasure and pleasure alone, and that was exactly what he was going to give her.

The auburn-haired woman screamed out as his cock hammered against her g-spot. Her pussy was already gushing with her juices. They poured down her legs, creating a pool on the floor beneath them. Her pussy thrashed around his cock as he forcibly fucked her over that edge she so desperately begged for. Her pleas mixed with the wet squelching sounds of her pussy being ravaged by Harry’s cock. This was no longer Amelia Bones, Director of the DMLE beneath him. This was just a desperate, needy slut–A slut begging to be filled.

“PLEASE! OH FUCK ME HARRY! H-HARDER!” She cried, her climax still raging hard through her frame. “M-MORE! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM! HNG!”

Her cries were cut off as another orgasm ripped through her cunt. This one even had Harry faltering as her inner walls clamped down like a vice around him. It was too much for him and with a roar of pleasure, he felt himself release inside her hot wet pussy.

Jet after jet of his cum shot out, splashing against the walls of her womb and filling her pussy with his sticky white seed. Amelia moaned with every pulse. She even reached back and spread her arsecheeks apart, allowing him to push his cock even deeper inside as he filled her. It was only when the last drop of his creamy spunk was shot inside her did Harry finally pull out. Cum instantly began to leak from her folds, dripping down and joining the puddle of her juices on the brown carpet below.

Without warning, a small knock sounded at the door. Before either could say anything, it swung open revealing the small form of Flitwick peeking in.

“Amelia? Is everything alright in here?” The half-goblin man peeked around, his eyes locking onto the scene of Harry standing over Amelia’s bent-over form with his cum dripping from her cunt. Like the other times, the diminutive professor’s gaze glazed over unseeingly and his face went slack. “Oh, I see you’re still preoccupied. Please take your time. I shall be out here if you need anything.”

And with that, the door closed once more leaving Harry to smirk down at Amelia’s bewildered expression.

“Looks like we have a bit more time than we thought. What do you wanna do?”

Amelia smirked back and pulled herself off of the desk before dropping to her knees.

“I have one or two ideas~” She purred, wrapping one hand around his hardened shaft while the other came up to massage his balls.

Harry groaned happily as his cock was quickly enveloped by the mouth of a hot older woman. New ideas were already forming in his mind now that he knew more about this power. Ideas surrounding a plethora of older sexy women, namely one with snow blonde hair and in serious need of an attitude readjustment. He so couldn’t wait to see the look on Malfoys face when he found out Harry fucked his mom…

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Author’s Note

I read a fic a few months ago that featured Amelia not as Sirius’s ex from Hogwarts, but as a former love interest of Lily’s which made her take a more upfront interest with Harry. I thought the idea was really good and decided to include it here! Hope I was able to work it in well!

Thanks for reading!