Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 18

“You know, I’m still not quite sure what to think about this whole arrangement.” Aspasia sat casually across from him on the couch in her office, nursing an exotic drink in her hand.

They had spent nearly the entire day putting the finishing touches on the Marriage contract between himself and Daphne, along with the Mistress and Consort agreements related to herself and Astoria. 

All four of them had to sign separate contracts, all looked over by Goblins from Gringotts who arrived via the floo. Each page had to be checked, rechecked, and signed, before they could finally move on. And that was without mentioning the Ministry paperwork, as both House Potter and House Greengrass held seats on the Wizengamot that would be impacted by their decision.

It was weird for Harry to think that he finally got what he desired after all these years. A Family. 

He thought back to when he spent all those nights staring into the Mirror of Erisad back in his first year, watching his parents and his desire to have a family stare back at him. Now he had one, with Daphne soon to be his wife, and even bear his children. Similar could be said for Astoria and Aspasia, as it would be their decision to have children or not.

“You’re not mad, are you?”

“Of course I’m mad.” She said. “You walked in here on my daughter’s arm only a few days ago, and now you practically own the place.”

Harry snorted. “To be fair, the place in question is quite nice.”

“Arse.” Aspasia rolled her eyes, but she slightly smirked in amusement. “I’ll have you know my ancestors built this Manor, and if history is to be believed, it played host to Morgana Le Fay during her war against Merlin. Now you’ve turned it into your personal brothel of all things.”

Harry drank to that statement, finding it to be more true than not. If things went his way, Greengrass Manor would soon be filled with his coven members, all of which being eager to please him in whatever ways he wanted. It would be only a minor upgrade to the current status of the home, as he was practically living out the dream life in Daphne’s ancestral home.

It was no wonder that so many purebloods showed up to Hogwarts all smug and self-assured. They had grown up in homes like the one he was in now, waited on hand and foot by House-elves, all while experiencing no hardships whatsoever. It explained why so many of them went into Slytherin, as they often preferred to take the easy path in life that came with backstabbing and cheating their way to the top, rather than having an honest go at things. 

That said, Harry was still enjoying his stay in Greengrass Manor. As much as he hated to admit it, he could use the time off, and having everything he asked for literally handed to him by House-elves was an exorbitant luxury compared to Privet Drive.

Aspasia stood up from her place across from him, making her way over to pour herself another drink. Each footstep of hers was marred by the clacking of heels and the swaying of hips. He briefly let his gaze fall to her bum, taking in her shapely posterior. 

When she returned, Aspasia didn’t sit opposite of him like before, instead sitting closely against his side. Her hand fell to his thigh, and all Harry could think of was how close it was to his cock. 

“It’s been a long time since I did this.” She said huskily. “Being up late with another man, while being alone in the same room. I’d just like to know one thing before we get started.”

“Oh?”

“How did you manage to get both my daughters so easily? And from what Daphne said, it’s not just them, so how do you do it? Do you have some sort of special magic or ability I just don’t know about?”

He let the edge of his lips curl into a smug smirk. “That’s usually something girls usually learn first firsthand.”

His cock twitched in his trousers as her hand tightened from its place on his thigh. She inhaled sharply, the innuendo in his words clear.

“My, that sounds intriguing.” Her pupils were blown wide with lust, and she practically whispered the next words. “You know I’m waiting.”

He knew in that moment what she wanted, and that he could’ve taken Aspasia then and there on that couch in her Manor’s office. But he decided to take a different path, and to play with her for a bit instead. She was already his mistress, meaning she was his to do with as he pleased, but that didn’t mean Harry had to be hasty in his advances.

“Waiting?”

She rolled her eyes. “I just agreed to be your mistress, you and I both know what comes next.”

“Uh.” He pretended to play dumb. “Are you sure we have the same thing in mind? I did all this because it helps you, and that way we’ll both benefit politically in the long run.”

“Helps me?” Her eyes narrowed as she parroted back his own words. “I think we both know why you did this.”

“To secure the bonds between House Potter and House Greengrass, that way we’ll be in better positions to help one another.” He enjoyed watching Daphne’s mother look more and more irritated. “Just think of how much we’ll profit in the future, and not to mention the political power we’ll soon hold on the Wizengamot.”

“Y-You… You bastard.” She gritted her teeth in irritation. “Stop playing dumb, you know what I’m talking about!”

“I’m sorry, Aspasia, but all we did was interlink our two Houses, anything more than that you must be imagining.” 

“So now I’m imagining things, huh?” Her blue eyes glared at him. “You… You come in here with my heiress on your arm, then then you take my other daughter from out under my nose. And now you have the nerve to play dumb!”

“If you want something, Aspasia, why don’t you just say it?”

“I want you to fuck me, alright!” She practically screamed. “I want you to take out that big cock of yours and put it in me!”

There was silence for a moment, and all that could be a heard were the blonde woman’s frustrated pants. Suddenly, Harry moved, and Aspasia gasped as he was suddenly on top of her. She was pinned against the couch, his hardening cock pressed against her arse.

“Is this what you want?” He whispered harshly. “For me to take you?”

She clenched her eyes in pleasure as her body squirmed. “Y-Yes…”

“Do you know what’s about to happen?” He continued. “In a few moments, you’re going to be on your knees sucking my cock. And after that, I’m going to fuck you over your own desk while you scream my name.”

“M-Morgana…”

“After that, we’re going to take a shower, and then we’ll go to bed with you wearing some of that nice lingerie you Greengrass girls have.”

“I-I don’t have any-”

“Of course you do. Your daughter has a full custom set she wears at Hogwarts.” He cut her off, even as her eyes widened further. “But that won’t come till later.”

“L-Later?”

“Yes, because right now you need to get on your knees and suck my cock.”

-

He could feel the shower’s water strike against his skin with each thrust, the noise of wet slapping of skin filling the bathroom. All the while water ran down his form, washing over his abs and running between their colliding bodies.

The Greengrass Matriarch screamed and writhed in pleasure beneath him, as he felt his own pleasure get closer and closer. Each impact of her arse against his muscular thighs was brutal, kicking up water and nearly slamming Aspasia into the bathroom wall. When his load came, he pulled out of her, giving her wet arse a nice harsh spank. 

SMACK

Aspasia moaned at the treatment, as his cock thickened and enlarged in size. It gave a great twitch before erupting, sending thick wads of wizard semen onto her body that the shower’s water soon washed away. 

When he was done, he reached and grabbed a handful of soap, spreading the substance all over Aspasia’s body and especially focusing on cleaning her large breasts. This was while he held her up against his own hard form, his hard shaft planted between her large cheeks while her back was flat against his chest.

“T-This is insane.” Her eyes were wide as he held her body against his own. 

They had been fucking for what felt like hours at this point, well into the night, and yet they had not even arrived in her bed. He had made her cum more than fourteen times already, fucking her brutally in her office, before moving on to the shower where they currently resided. 

It went to show how much more powerful Harry had become, with each member of his coven making him that much stronger. Even with a blonde bombshell like Aspasia Greengrass taking his cock, he was still able to easily outfuck and dominate her. 

He turned the shower off once they were both nice and clean, grabbing a nearby tower and wrapping it around himself. He headed towards her bedroom, knowing there would be a nice big and comfortable bed waiting for him to use. “I’ll be in your bed, make sure you come out wearing your best lingerie.”

He didn’t wait for her response, instead making his way out of the bathroom. 

-

Anything to defeat Voldemort. 

Those words had been repeated in his mind for months at this point. It was what he used to justify his behavior, to console himself as he cast aside every shred of integrity he used to possess. 

It was what he told himself as he seduced and cheated on girls, manipulating them for his own personal gain in some grand scheme to gain power. 

What am I turning into?

Daphne’s mother, an older woman of incomparable beauty whom he should have no business being around, reduced to his own personal whore. The same could be said for Narcissa Malfoy, along with Astoria, Pansy, Cho, and all the other girls he manipulated and used. His actions were that of a monster, a villain, taken by a man possessed by the thought of defeating the Dark Lord who murdered his parents. 

He had told himself for months that it was all done in some grand scheme, or even for the greater good, as Dumbledore would say. But all it did was weigh him down, and make him question if it was all worth it. And then disaster happened. 

Voldemort raided Azkaban. Hogwarts was shutdown. All of his efforts were useless.

He was furious. But he wasn’t so much angry at Voldemort as he was at himself. All of that effort with the DA, his coven, and that wasn’t mentioned Umbridge, meaning nothing in the grand scheme of things. It was like he was a child playing at war, pretending like he was hurting his enemies when he wasn’t doing anything worthwhile.

“-Harry?”

He was broken out of his thoughts as Aspasia left the bathroom, wearing fancy blue lingerie as he had asked. It fit her perfectly, clearly magically measured and tailored to fit her curvy form. She walked into the bedroom and struck a pose, as if modeling the outfit for him.

“So, what do you think?”

He opened his mouth to reply, only to feel numb. “I’m sorry for making you do all this.”

Her eyes widened as she stiffened. “What?”

It came pouring out then. “About the contracts, involving your daughters, and about ordering you around. I shouldn’t of done that.”

She stared at him for a long moment before walking across the room, elegantly climbing onto the bed and laying on her side to face him. It was a seductive pose he had seen models do in magazines, and Aspasia Greengrass pulled it off perfectly.

“I know you’re mad about Azkaban.” She said, almost delicately. “And about Hogwarts, and probably a million other things. But there’s something my daughter told me about you which I’ve been thinking about.”

“Which is?”

“That people follow you.” She said. “That you genuinely inspire people, and are able to lead them. You might be young, and maybe a bit in over your head, but that’s alright. You’ll learn, improve, and even mistakes, but it’ll all work out. And as far as I see it, you’re already on an equal playing field compared to Dumbledore and Voldemort already.”

His eyebrows rose. “You really think that?”

“If what my daughters told me is true about your magical talent, then you’ll be on their level soon. And let’s not forget you walked in here not long ago and managed to get me and both my daughters on your side. That’s not something easy to do with us Greengrass girls.”

“Thanks.” He couldn’t help but smile. “You’re really good at this.”

“No problem.” She grinned before moving, positioning herself on all fours on her hands and knees with her lingerie-clad arse facing him. “Now, how about we get back to what we were doing before.”

Harry grinned. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to try.”

He positioned himself closer and moved her panties down, not undoing her garter belt and exposing her pussy to the world. He didn’t immediately go for the kill with his cock this time, instead pressing his face in between her legs. 

“Oral, huh?” Aspasia commented, as his tongue entered and began licking at her pussy. “Didn’t see that coming, not that I’m complain- AAHHHHH!”

“HISSSSS”

His tongue vibrated as he used his parseltongue ability to please her. It sent shivers through her nervous system, causing her body to quiver and spasm in pleasure. Aspasia screamed as she came instantly, falling to the bed as the pleasure overcame her.

-

It was rare that Cornelius Fudge actually drank, especially outside of glamorous Ministry functions and events that he attended. And yet one would get the impression he was a career alcoholic if they were to look upon him now, slumped at his desk with a half-empty bottle in front of him.

“It’s a disaster, Dolores.” He slurred after taking another gulp. “All that effort to get things under control and keep Dumbledore down after he went mad, only for this to happen!”

“Indeed.” Umbridge grimaced as she sat across from him. “One could almost question the timing of such an event, especially since the next phase of our plan was just starting. The only question is what to do now, and if we can even salvage anything after this disaster.”

The both of them had Dumbledore on the ropes before the Azkaban breakout, with nearly all of his government positions revoked and influence within the Ministry curbed. The final phase of their scheme was to take away his most coveted and powerful position as Headmaster of Hogwarts, with the intention of installing Dolores in his stead. 

They had successfully maneuvered all of their cards into place, and Cornelius was especially grateful to Lucius Malfoy for helping them along. The Hogwarts Board of Governors along with the Wizengamot had backed Dolores fully in her attaining her new position as High Inquisitor, and from there all the woman had to do was discredit Dumbledore and Potter enough to see them removed.

He had been giddy with delight upon seeing the Daily Prophet headline announcing Dolores’ new position as High Inquisitor, only for all of their careful maneuvering to go to waste. He had been woken up in the middle of the night to be told of the Azkaban breakout, and the days since had been a whirlwind of chaos that required all of Cornelius Fudge’s political experience to maintain his position as Minister. 

In the chaos of it all, Dumbledore had managed to shutdown Hogwarts and send all the students home, with himself and Umbridge being too slow to oppose such a decision before all the students were on the train back to London. From there, Dumbledore was able to get back into the Wizengamot’s good graces, as the Light Houses were practically falling at his feet while asking him to save them.

Not that Fudge could blame them, as the likes of the Lestranges actively roaming the countryside terrified him as well. Yet not siding with Dumbledore left him with few options, the chief of them being for him to back Amelia Bones and her DMLE, who just so happened to be his chief political opponent behind Dumbledore.

To put it simply, he could either humiliate himself and beg Dumbledore to fix the problem, or fund the DMLE and risk giving all the credit to Amelia Bones. The former of which would destroy all the effort they put into destroying Dumbledore, while the latter would likely see Amelia Bones rise in popularity to the point she would likely take his own place as Minister.

His mind bounced between both options, weighing the upsides and downsides of both, all the while he tried to scheme his way out of his current predicament. Eventually, a thought occurred to him that would allow them to divert everyone’s attention away from their current misfortune. “We need a distraction to get out of this.”

“What do you suggest, Minister?”

“Dumbledore clearly closed down Hogwarts so he could focus on regaining his political power, meaning he isn’t tied down by your efforts in the castle.” Fudge said. “He’s created a panic by sending the students home, making everyone look to us to fix this mess and get everything back to normal. So our plan should be to do exactly that.”

Dolores frowned. “I’m afraid that I don’t understand, Minister.”

“We act as if everything is normal as usual!” He declared. “Send the students back to Hogwarts, get everyone’s mind off the prison break, and force Dumbledore out of the Ministry!”

It was the perfect solution in Fudge’s mind, one that would see Dumbledore temporarily exiled from the Ministry as he would be forced to return to his school. All while Dolores could return to Hogwarts and continue cracking down on Dumbledore’s mismanagement of the school, further tarnishing the man’s image. 

“But Minister, if we send the students back now, they’ll only have one week of school till winter break.” Umbridge noted a potential flaw in his plan, as the Hogwarts students would only be in the school for a few days before returning back home. It also meant that Dumbledore would be distracted for only a week, before he once again returned to the Ministry.

“Perfect!” Fudge couldn’t help but smile even more at that, realizing how he could benefit even more from the scheme. “Do you have any idea what an ordeal it is to send children back to Hogwarts? Everyone will be too busy sending their children off before picking them back up to focus on anything else, and by then this entire mess will blow over!”

Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years or older.

A/N: Harry and the girls will soon return to Hogwarts for one wild week before leaving again for Christmas break.