The tap-tap of two legs bouncing erratically on the concrete floor disturbed the absolute silence of the otherwise empty hallway of the Greengrass Potions Corp. A twitching black-haired boy wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing the condensed perspiration along his eyebrows, blinking as some salty drops irritated his green orbs.
For just an instant, the nervous wizard thought of making a run from the large warehouse and the impending doom that was bound to befall his fate; almost raising his butt from the rickety old chair, alas the strength of his arms gave away at the last second, along with his desire for evasion of his upcoming punishment.
Harry Potter could only stare at the closed door at the other end of the hall. A defeated sigh escaped his lips.
His mother's warning rang through his ears, of not moving an inch from this place while she informs the lady Greengrass about his past reckless mistake.
Not that he thinks that his actions more than a month prior had been a mistake. Certainly not, especially after the last week…
Flashback
The slight tap from his wand extinguished the flame beneath the softly simmering concoction. The morose teenager waved the long piece of wood and activated the protection runes above the cauldron. Repeating the process again at the adjacent cauldron, Harry Potter shuffled across his mother's personal potion station. The obnoxious fumes of the basement-turned-workshop clogged his nostrils, forgetting about turning on the ventilation system in his haste to fulfill his mother's request.
Waving his wand and murmuring a time-checking spell, Harry could only wait patiently for another ten minutes to cut off the heat of the third cauldron; his mother's request from their breakfast, having specified the time gap.
Even though he loved working on potions with his mother in the past, the grueling last few months' hopelessness had seeped into his enthusiasm as well, affecting his overall academic performance, as well as his desire to stand in front of these simmering concoctions somewhat.
Harry shook his head, his current desire to just laze in his bedroom and lament about his wretched luck in dating girls clashing with his mother's orders of policing the potion's station for the time being.
What's so important about these potions, anyway?
Harry walked across to the cupboard at the corner of the lab, the shut-tight wooden doors only fueling the tiny silver of curiosity in his mind regarding the significance of the brewing potions. The young wizard opened the mechanical lock, face scrunched in anticipation at the prospect of some kind of discovery.
The Potter heir fetched the thick leather-bound diary with a stag printed on the front cover; his mother's research diary surely would contain the necessary information pertaining to the brewing concoctions.
Harry riffled through the pages quickly, a grimace of distaste forming at his incomprehension about the technical jargon that spanned across dozens of pages. Working with his mother might have given him knowledge of potions greater than even a Hogwarts graduate, but his mother's short-handed explanation, long arithmentic formulas, and brewing matrices flew over his head this instant.
Just as he was about to close the diary, a single page caught his attention. Dated more than a fortnight ago, the description, ingredients, and the brewing process of the complicated potion quickened his heartbeat.
Scarab beetle, salamander blood, Vervain infusion, Puffer-fish eyes, Gurdyroot extraction.
The heir to the Potter family shifted on his feet, swallowing the excess saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. Though the brewing process, the dozens of secondary components, and the arithmentic formula were still not completely comprehensible in his mind, the characteristics of the key ingredients did not leave a single doubt about the main purpose of the potion.
A highly concentrated form of growth potion.
Heart thudding in his chest, the messy-haired wizard checked the date at the top of the page and flung open the potion cabinet's door. Three gleaming orange vials greeted his eyes at the back, hidden behind another dozen of finished samples.
Harry fished one out; his hope of getting the name of the potion got crushed seeing just the date and a long-ass serial number.
Double checking with the diary, the nervous teen took deep breaths, the hand holding onto the vial shaking slightly.
He was not unaware that his mother had been searching tirelessly for some kind of cure for his stunted growth issue for the last few years, scrounging through old dusty tomes and brewing overly complicated experimental elixirs after elixirs.
Is this the culmination of all the hard work?
A wane smile bloomed on his lips, his intense love for his beautiful mother increasing exponentially by the minute at her, yet another savant-like discovery.
Even when the most famous healers and potioneers across Europe had failed to come up with a viable solution, his determined mother had come through with her promise.
Like she always does.
Though he wondered the reason behind her reluctance to share this fantastic news with him, considering he had been present at the Potter manor for the last week after the culmination of the disastrous school year.
Maybe she wants to give me a surp—
His hope of not having to look up at almost every other classmate (including girls) deflated like a punctured balloon. The horrible comprehension of her mother's secrecy sprinkled salt over his smarting, raw wound.
Of course, an experimental potion would require years of controlled testing on animals and humans before a patient could consume it to cure an ailment. And by the time his mother could complete all the required steps for his use, his life would be essentially over.
A stern warning from his mother floated at the forefront of his consciousness, delivered to a six-year-old little Harry Potter, who had been vibrating with enthusiasm to work with his mother like a grown-up man.
'Little guy, a potion is as wonderful an invention as it is deadly. Promise me you would never touch an unknown potion in my absence. And I mean never, got that?'
Just last year, he might have heeded his mother's stern warning and waited for all the unnecessary steps to be completed before touching this vile, orange, viscous liquid; but after all the humiliation he faced this year…
A reckless teenager should never be trusted to take the right decision in stressful situations and doubly so if his pride had been trampled recently by the people close to him.
What exactly he has to lose, anyway?
"Say that again."
Lily Potter grimaced at the way the blond's mouth hung open in shock, eyes wide in alarm at the news that she had just provided to the main proprietor of the Greengrass potions business. A red formed on the pale cheeks of the gorgeous redhead; cursing her son's stupidity for creating this mess for her to deal with.
"The experimental potion that we were preparing for the Thestral farm in Mongolia—I had… umm… kept the first three failed samples for further experiments." Lily averted her eyes from her old friend, the next sentence causing visible agony for her to repeat. "And my foolish son drank the third sample, thinking it's some kind of growth potion."
"Lily! Do you fucking remember what happened to that old horse that we tested that sample on?" Lily Potter ground her teeth at her friend's exclamation; as if she would forget that horrific sight any time soon.
The recent case of a flu-like epidemic had gripped the Chinese and Mongolian equines, causing the death of hundreds of hippogriffs, Pegasus, thestrals, and even some mundane horses. And those who got out of the epidemic alive seemed to have somehow lost their ability to procreate—young and strong studs becoming infertile like mother magic had just neutered them herself in some form of justified revenge.
Considering the only sizable population of thestrals in the entire wizarding world live in Mongolia except for the Hogwarts herd, the catastrophic event had paralyzed the global thestral trade, forcing the breeders to look for a potential solution to their crisis in various parts of the world.
Entered the Greengrass exporters and potioneers.
With months of rigorous experiments, they created dozens of feasible concoctions, getting progressively disheartened by the repeated and sometimes violent failures.
Finally, Lily, with her veritable genius, combined the ingredients for the stamina, swelling, skele-gro, and strengthening solutions, which finally yielded desirable results. But not before the first few failures—the samples of which she had kept in her personal potion cabinet at her home.
"Why have you brought him here Lily?" Anastasia Greengrass almost shouted at her friend, her pale face looking anemic, worrying lines marring an exquisite visage.
"It had been more than a month since…" Lily said, the strength of her voice decreasing as the enormity of the issue properly sunk in.
The old, weak horse that they had tested that sample on had somehow gotten a second wind of youth, making all the breedable mares pregnant in just a couple of days. Unfortunately, the accidental elixir of youth killed the horse after a couple of days of heavy exertion, helping to conceive a stable full of foals remaining his last valiant act.
Is this the reason behind her son's unprecedented masculinity?
As much as she would have liked to not broadcast Harry's foolishness to other people, her friend's expertise was sorely needed in this matter.
"Ana, you are the expert on the potions' interaction with living beings." Lily said; emerald eyes beseeched in her blond friend's direction, "please, can you check up on him, just once?"
Anastasia Greengrass swallowed hard, never been asked to use her skill like this. "Lily, he would need to be…"
"Please…"
The blond woman sighed, her friend's frightened expression pricking her wounded heart. She finally nodded her ascent, receiving a watery smile in return.
"So, Harry; has anything odd happened to you, after you know…"
Harry Potter averted his eyes from the worried face of the lady Greengrass; almost an identical face of his former crush adorning an insanely voluptuous figure made a certain part of his body break its slumber without a wake-up call. The nervous young wizard took deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
The Potter heir fidgeted on the comfy two-seater at the private office of the owner of the establishment, while the said owner loomed over his figure with her hands on her hips, a wand loosely gripped in her right hand while his mother wrung her hands nervously just a few steps to the blond's right. The tension in the tastefully decorated abode of Anastasia Greengrass was thick enough to be cut by a knife, apprehension dripping from the two females' every expression.
His eyes unfortunately glanced at the two mountains hanging just above his head repeatedly. His unwillingness to profess his issue would be for not if little Harry decided to wave in greeting to the Greengrass matriarch. Harry leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, the thumping heart inside his ribcage seemed hellbent on providing blood to an unnecessary region of his body.
Both the women glanced at each other before Anastasia kneeled in front of the sitting figure of the young male and took his hands in her palms, offering comfort to the distressed boy.
Harry jerked back in his seat; the insanely soft hands of the blond woman only exacerbated his issue, causing him to gulp loudly.
"There, there, sweetheart. It's vitally important that we know about any abnormalities that you think…"
Lily's eyes widened at the position that her friend had unwittingly taken before her son, heart racing in fearful anticipation.
"Ana, I don't think that position is any—"
Anastasia stared into the nervous emerald orbs of young Potter. Her position forced her to crane her neck a bit and stare upward, not listening to her friend's panicked yell as she herself was in the middle of her monologue.
"— could of course solve any issue—" The sudden emergence of a brown pyramid blocked her staring with the agitated teen, perplexing her to no end.
Her perplexed eyes slowly widened in alarm as the comprehension dawned on her about the situation.
It seems she has unearthed the actual issue accidentally.
The Greengrass matriarch wiped out every single bit of expression off her face, the professional, detached expression of a curious researcher replacing the dozen other stupid looks that her mind wanted to convey.
"Nothing to worry about, dear. Not something that I have not seen, already." The blond woman waved her wand and switched the trousers and underwear with empty air. Not a single muscle of her face twitched as an absolute monster of a veiny appendage sprang forth and bobbed in the open air before slowly drooping above the male's thighs, assaulting her nose with an unfamiliar stench.
Lily gaped stupidly in her friend's direction, the expressionless face of the kneeling blond so different from her and all her friend's expressions that day.
"So, Harry, this absurd swelling is the side effect of you consuming that potion, I presume?" The Greengrass matriarch slowly griped the inflamed dick with her left hand. The absurd girth and thick blue veins didn't seem to faze the blond in the slightest.
"Well, it didn't get that much bigger. Just a couple of inches than before." Harry mumbled, his face trying to match his mother's hair color.
"I see."
Lily was almost tempted to ask how many huge dicks her friend had seen in her lifetime, but she bit her tongue at the last second, not wanting to appear as an insensitive ass.
"Any other issue, dear?"
Harry sighed in pleasure, his mother's friend's other hand weighing his massive testicles finally loosened his tongue, "umm… my… my penis has become more sensitive than before and maybe… maybe more easily aroused."
How exactly is it a side effect?
Anastasia Greengrass kept that question to herself, both hands slowly mapping every inch of that behemoth in the guise of a medical examination.
With extreme reluctance, she stopped fondling her friend's son's nuts. Picking her wand, she summoned two small vials from her desk drawer.
The busty blond put her wand on the shaft of the penis and murmured slowly, one vial getting full by the blood that she withdrew with her spell. Repeating the process on his testes and filling the other vial with the hung male's semen, Anastasia finally stood up from her demeaning position, even if every part of her mind was screaming for her to sit there for eternity.
The blond woman turned around hurriedly and started casting spell after spell on the two vials, not turning to take a glimpse of a half-naked Harry struggling to put on his boxers.
A hot breath on her neck almost made her stumble, but her friend's hand on her shoulder stopped her from falling on her cushiony behind, saving her dignity in front of a young st..male in the process.
"What is the diagnosis? Is he okay?" Lily asked, panicked breath escaping her red face.
Anastasia ignored her red-headed friend, still engrossed in her examinations. After another five minutes of furious muttering and wand waving, Daphne's mother wiped the sweat from her forehead, the wand falling from her grasp.
"Except for a larger than average amount of testosterone in his blood and multiple times the amount of sperm in his semen, your son is at the peak of his health."
Lily Potter let out a nervous laugh, her worries evaporating with the delightful news that her friend provided.
'Still, he is so going to get grounded for his stunt.'
That was the last thought of a now fully dressed Harry Potter before his mother tried to kill him with her tight embrace.
In an old Victorian-style sprawling bedroom, a blond woman paced restlessly, hair still wet from her recent soak in the bathtub; the relaxation that her fingers brought her ten minutes ago seemed insufficient to calm her currently beating heart.
A white velvety gown tied around her waist with the thin stash, Anastasia Greengrass chewed her bottom lip, mind whirling with a dozen scenarios to accomplish her end goal.
She might have shown nonchalance, kneeling there and palming lily's son's fleshy beast at her office an hour ago, but truly only the seven years of her ice-princess persona cultivated at the snake pit helped her not to embarrass herself and maybe gobble that delicious-looking feast that towered in front of her eyes.
The absence of her husband in their bedroom didn't even faze the scheming woman. The arranged marriage between her house with the Greengrass family never really invoked a tremendous amount of love or lust for her husband in her mind.
Even her ever trusty thick, pink dildo hidden inside her vanity's drawer would not quench her inflamed fanny's thirst for some fleshy ones for tonight.
'What to do… what to do… how to get closely acquainted with the home wrecker of Harry's?'
These questions troubled the Greengrass matriarch; the sight of that abnormality after only seeing her husband's average endowment for the last two decades in her marriage life lit a fire under her crotch, literally, mind awash with depraved images of her with the younger wizard fornicating in various positions.
A small snippet of conversation from more than a year ago stopped her pacing; spinning around in her stride, Anastasia tied the stash of her robes tightly, the silky fabric sending small tingles of pleasure rubbing against her aroused nipples.
The Greengrass matriarch marched out of her bedroom with purpose, her long legs taking purposeful strides through the wide marbled corridors of the huge Greengrass mansion. Turning leftward to the east wing where her daughters' bedrooms were located, the busty blond almost glided across the last few meters, long wet hair flinging tiny droplets of water along the pristine marbles of the centuries-old construction.
Anastasia banged open the closed doors of her eldest Daphne, not even knocking on the polished mahogany, and came to a sudden stop.
Ohh…
The apple seemed to have not fallen far from the tree.
"Mom! What in Morgana's nam— "
Her daughter's indignant shout probably could have roused the dead from their eternal peace, the pale skin of the teenager's face turning an interesting shade of purple in anger mixed with mortification. Well, the angry flush seemed to travel almost to her naked breasts too…
It seemed she had inadvertently intruded upon her daughter's masturbation session, with the small black teddy of Daphne pushed down below her teenage breasts, left hand holding onto a thick piece of a black, veiny artificial phallus, quite large for a teenage girl's cooch — wet with the discharge of an aroused vagina.
In any other circumstances, the lady Greengrass would have stammered an apology and hightailed out of her daughter's bedroom with a red face. But in her current scheming state, the only thing she smelled was an enormous opportunity.
Ignoring her daughter's effort to hide the dildo, Anastasia closed her daughter's bedroom door and strode across the cream-colored vast space, plopping her fat butt at the edge of the silk duvet, directly facing her now wide-eyed daughter.
"No need to be embarrassed about this, my dear. I have an even bigger one stashed inside my room, which almost sees daily action, I assure you." Anastasia said, the grey of her pupils making direct contact with the identical shade of her daughter's.
The beautiful heiress of the vast Greengrass fortune fixed her clothes hurriedly, scooting backward and away from the manic eyes of her usually composed mother.
"Mom, what are you…"
Anastasia cut her daughter again, voice matching a slow, soothing tone to not spook her daughter from her intrusive line of questioning.
"Though I do wonder why a beautiful young witch like yourself has to resort to this crude method of gratification when you could have your pick from all the young wizards of this country?" The Greengrass matriarch pointed her direction to the currently hidden left hand of her daughter, no doubt trying to hide her reason for shame. "Is there really no guy in Hogwarts to your liking?"
Daphne Greengrass averted her eyes from her mother's intense stare, her mouth getting dry from the sudden interest in her love life from her aloof mother.
"Mother, Draco is out of the country for a few days, to participate in a quidditch camp." The young blond cleared her throat. "I was just a…"
Draco? Who the fuck —
The voluptuous blond woman's eyes widened in shock, her carefully planned speech for pushing her daughter to a certain wizard's direction dying in her throat.
"Daphne, surely you are still not seeing the Malfoy spawn?" Anastasia asked, her fingers crossing for a favorable response from her daughter. "I thought you have stopped that foolishness a long time ago. I mean, I have no problem with Narcissa, of course, but that rat Lucius…"
"Mother! I love Draco. I don't care about his father or his family." Anastasia gaped at her daughter's passionate declaration, trying to rationalize whether she had somehow made a mistake in raising her eldest.
The stumped older blond shifted over the duvet, her short gown riding higher on her thick thighs, revealing miles of pale flesh of her lower half.
"But…but what about Harry Potter?"
Now it was Daphne's turn to gape at her mother, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"What about Harry?"
"Didn't you say last year that you think that Lily's son had a crush on you? I mean, the Potters are an ancient and prestigious family, dating more than a thousand years, not to mention always producing powerful wizards and witches. I am sure your father would be more amicable to that relationship rather than Malfoy's." Anastasia said, nose wrinkling in distaste at pronouncing the foul name.
Daphne fidgeted at her mother's words, tucking her splayed-out leg inside and sitting Indian style.
"I mean, maybe he had a crush on me, but Draco asked me first and he didn't express any interest after…" Daphne mumbled.
"Surely Malfoy is not an exemplary lover considering you were just diddling …"
"Mother enough! Why are you acting so weird and dictating whom I should date?" Daphne said, eyes spitting fire at her mother's resolute expression. "Draco is perfectly capable of satisfying me!"
Anastasia Greengrass let out an amused snort, her daughter's adolescent puppy love sounding funny in her weary, experienced ears.
"Daphne, I want what's best for you. That's why…"
"Then stop interfering in my love life, mother! Draco is a wonderful man. Kind, considerate and, not to mention, extremely pretty." Daphne blushed at her vanity, "And though Harry is a good friend, I don't think we would make a good couple. He is shorter than me, for Morgana's sake!"
The Greengrass matriarch shook her head, a tut-tut sound escaping her throat at her eldest's pettiness.
Seriously, as if height really matters for a successful relationship. Unfortunately, she couldn't even express to Daphne that Potter heir eclipses her daughter's dear Draco where it really matters without sounding like a creep.
"Daphne, we never interfered in your personal relationship because we wanted to avoid the mistakes that our parents did in arranging our marriage without our wish. But maybe we were giving our daughter undue credit, thinking she would choose what's best for her." Anastasia slid out of her daughter's bed, a tired sigh escaping her lips at her daughter's thickheadedness. "Maybe your grandparents had a point."
"I know what's best for me, mother." Daphne harrumphed, turning her head petulantly and crossing her arms under her breasts, not wishing to discuss the issue further.
The lady Greengrass trudged toward the bedroom's exit. Opening the door just as she was almost out of her daughter's vision, she turned around abruptly.
"I think I know what I would gift you for your next birthday, dear daughter. An exact replica of my dildo. You would get desensitized of your smaller one rapidly if you are this vigorous with it every day."
Ignoring her daughter's vehement denial, Anastasia smirked mockingly in her daughter's direction, cussing mentally at the failure of her best plan.
Foolish little girl!
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
The Greengrass matriarch panted tiredly, the muscles of her right-hand smarting with excessive lactic acid formation, working overtime than its usual nightly routine.
Spread eagled in her married bed with not a single stitch of cloth covering her curvaceous form, Anastasia Greengrass tweaked her puffy, red nipples forcefully with her left hand, her right hand shoving her trusted pink pleasure-pole furiously inside her weeping pussy.
The absence of her husband also turned out to be a boon; the lady Greengrass fulfilled her carnal needs without the judgmental eyes of her pot-bellied husband.
Anastasia pulled out the wet, artificial cock out of her hole, staring morosely at the cream-covered substitute of a fleshy one. Just yesterday, the girth of this silicon pillar seemed perfectly satisfactory, but today…
Even her pussy seemed to have rebelled today, not allowing her to reach her completion. The monstrosity her hand held just a couple of hours ago was firmly embedded in her mind's eyes; anything inferior to it seemed to be rejected by her body on principle.
Her daughter's pigheaded stubbornness also thwarted the quickest avenue to fulfill her body's desire.
If only her daughter had agreed to be courted by the Potter heir, then as his future mother-in-law, she would have been completely within her rights to taste the sample to judge his worthiness. Not only that, it's not unheard of among pureblood mothers-in-law to take care of the carnal need of her daughter's husband in the absence of the said daughter and as Daphne was already announced the primary heir of the vast Greengrass fortune, she would have to take long trips in the continent and outside, leaving her husband's care in her able hands frequently.
She was only looking out for her eldest's happiness, of course, wanting the best possible partner for her younger doppelgänger. But what did she get from her daughter in return?
Derision…
Anastasia glared at her bedroom ceiling, the constant ache of her unsatisfied, lustful body making the placid, even-tempered woman quite cranky.
Well, see if she shares Harry with her eldest daughter anymore.
Yeah! Keep the limp-dicked Malfoy all for yourselves, my dear daughter. Just don't come back to mommy a few years later and cry because your beau can't satisfy you anymore.
The buck-naked blond-haired Greengrass woman tossed and turned in her bed through the entire night, forming and discarding plans to ensnare some prime Potter meat for the foreseeable future.
Next Day, Potter Residence.
Lily Potter hummed softly, waving the spatula like the conductor's baton, flipping the omelets with the experience of thousands of repetitions.
"Mistress, let Blinky…"
"Uh-huh, not today Blinky. go take a rest." Lily commanded, smiling placidly at the fidgeting figure of the house-elf to take the sting out of her sentence.
The redheaded woman chuckled softly at the discontent house-elf's grumbling before with a soft snap; the female elf vanished, leaving the sizzling sounds of cooking along with the delighted hum of the Potter matriarch in her absence.
Lily was just finished with her cooking when a throat clearing made her turn around from the kitchen counter.
"Mom, I am sorry, for you know…" Harry Potter said, shuffling on his feet nervously, eyes downcast in embarrassment.
Lily waved her wand and sent the heaping plates of food to the adjacent table, taking her sweet time, letting her son stew in his mind.
"Harry…" Lily sighed, the hurt in her voice causing the young wizard to glance in her direction for a brief moment. "You are the only family I have, you know, after your father's… and my sister also never wanted to reconcile after Hogwarts." Lily Potter said, making her son grimace, guilt shadowing his expression. "If anything happened to you…"
Now, the Potter heir felt wretched seeing his usually composed mother on the verge of crying.
"Mom, really… I am sorry… you know. I wasn't thinking clearly when I took the decision to…" Harry Potter trailed off, words getting stuck in his throat.
The Potter matriarch wiped her moist eyes with the sleeve of her work robes, chuckling forcefully to dispel the awkward tension.
"Thank Merlin that your idiocy didn't turn out to be detrimental," Lily said, the green light of health from her friend regarding her son took an immense weight of worry from her heart. "Just don't do anything monumentally stupid again." Lily waggled her index finger playfully; making her son give a watery chuckle in return.
"Never mom."
The mother-son duo enjoyed a delicious feast prepared by the joyous Lily Potter, conversation flowing freely between them about various topics, laughter filling the usually quiet dining hall of the Potters.
Dumping his plates into the sink, Harry hesitatingly started,
"Mom, Umm… can I visit the Burrow today? You know, spend some time with Ron?"
The small smile on the face of the redheaded Potter woman stalled. The plates she was levitating over the table through her wand fell on the wooden surface with a loud thump.
Still lying to his mother…
A sweet smile covering her internal rage, Lily Potter gave her full attention to her nervous again son, still not fully adept at lying to her face.
"Oh! So, you believe your actions from yesterday would not have any consequence, do you?" Lily asked, eyebrows raised in a challenge in her son's direction.
"Wh… what con…sequences?" Harry Potter stammered, a pool of dread forming in his pit of the stomach, whether her mother knows about his visit to Draco's.
"Why, your punishment, of course?" Lily continued, stopping any response from her son. "You are grounded for the foreseeable future. That means no visiting friends or their homes, no inviting friends, and certainly not visiting the Diagon or Hogsmeade."
"But mom…"
"That was not a suggestion!"
Lily smiled satisfactorily as her son shuffled out of the dining hall, head bent low in resignation.
Visiting Ron! What a pathetic lie! Probably planning to boink Molly again.
Her hand went inside the pocket of her robes, plucking a crumpled-out piece of parchment with slanted handwriting.
A victorious smirk formed on her face at the content of the letter.
Dear Harry,
Don't be surprised to see your sexiest aunt's letter. I was planning to write to you for a long time; you see. Lily mentioned that you are a very capable duelist at our last meeting. And I will be honest with you, I have gotten bored with my life in the circuit. So, I have decided to take an apprentice to pass on my knowledge to the next generation. And who better than the best student…
Lily crumpled the letter again, before lighting it with her wand, a demented smile of vindication gracing her features.
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
As if the same method by the pair of Black sisters would twice fool her.
She had put a mail-redirection ward on her son's mail immediately after returning from the Malfoy manor, cursing herself for not doing something similar earlier.
The answering letter she sent to Bella was the main reason she was in such a chipper mood throughout the morning. If her son really wants to learn to duel, then his mother would be enough for that endeavor. No need for some whore to poke her nose in their business.
Well, at least yesterday's event had the benefit of allowing her to properly curtail her son's lewd behavior for the past week.
The only silver lining of the horrible week for her.
Lily Potter cleaned out her workstation, waving her wand and putting statis charm over various bubbling cauldrons to stop the interactions between different ingredients without her supervision. The redheaded woman thought of what to cook for dinner and how exactly she could stop Blinky from making a fuss about her snatching her job twice on the same day.
The Potter matriarch waved goodbye to her still-working colleagues, almost skipping to the exit of the lab with a spring in her steps. Unfortunately, in her rush, she almost collided with her blond friend, who seemed to be waiting for her near the door.
"Ana, what's up?" Lily said.
The Greengrass matriarch waved her to follow, a serious expression adorning the blond's face.
"Lily, do you remember the yearly invitation that our company gets from the European Potions Guild?"
"Yeah, don't you attend it every year?" Lily asked, red thin brows scrunching in remembrance.
"Yeah. Unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to attend the event, you see. I have to attend to some urgent issues here." Anastasia replied.
"So, who is going to attend to that? Steffan?"
"Unfortunately, my husband is still out of the continent." The blond woman stopped in her tracks and turned sideways, now facing an apprehensive redhead.
"Lily, you have to attend this event in our stead. Could you do me this favor, please?"
And as much as Lily Potter didn't want to leave her son for more than a week and travel to Europe, she had to fulfill this request from her friend, especially after yesterday's mishap.
Fuck!
Anastasia Greengrass stood on the knee-high water and slowly brushed her wand above her pubes, erasing even the tiniest bit of blond hair around her pussy, making the skin smooth as a baby's butt.
After ensuring every inch of her pale skin below her scalp is completely hair free, the busty blond stepped out of the tub, her wet body dripping water in its wake.
Giving a cursory glance and tweaking her pink buds with her fingers to puff them up, the voluptuous woman strode out of the bathroom, a cloudy, soft towel gliding across her body.
Anastasia picked the formfitting black robes that she had picked from before, not bothering with any kind of underwear.
They would just get in the way, anyway.
She almost patted herself for coming up with the brilliant idea of scoring a full week in Harry Potter's unsupervised presence, evading Lily's hawk-like eyes with her cunning.
She smirked at the way she had fooled her friend and sent her on the way to Switzerland, attending to the droning of some old potions master's self-importance. Not that she has no business to take care of.
Getting her pussy properly stuffed by Lily's son surely comes into a very urgent category.
Pushing the cleavage of her dress down by a bit, Anastasia Greengrass swept out of her room. Her destination, the Potter cottage.
She wouldn't even have to think about searching for excuses for staying out to her daughters, with Daphne visiting Tracy and Astoria visiting her aunt. And her husband's whereabout who knows where.
Not that she is losing sleep over it.
The curvaceous blond took a deep breath, standing in front of their visiting parlor, a small flame burning inside the ornate floo fireplace.
Here I come.
"Potter Cottage!" And with a whoosh of whirling flame, the Greengrass matriarch spun out of her married abode, intending on breaking every marriage vow.