"So, Lady Greengrass, how can I help you?" Narcissa Malfoy asked, eyebrows raised at the agitated blond sitting in front of her.
Narcissa had not envisioned that her pleasant start of the day would be interrupted by the rich blond aristocrat, whose wealth exceeds even the Malfoy coffers' vast depth. She sincerely hoped that her son had not blundered his relationship with the Greengrass heiress somehow, jeopardizing her plan of integrating the Malfoy and Greengrass fortune in the future.
She had just come down from a long soak, giddy with anticipation as her owl had flown an hour ago with another invitation for a certain someone; when Anastasia Greengrass had stumbled into her humble abode, a ruffled-looking cloak covering a physique that even she could be envious of. In other circumstances, she would have been thrilled to host the main proprietor of the Greengrass and co, but this time…
Hopefully, she could send the woman on her way before Lily's son's arrival.
A frown formed on her face at the way her fellow blond craned her neck around, glancing surreptitiously toward the doors and windows of the Malfoy visiting parlor; as if expecting someone else to be also present there.
Is she looking for her son?
"Anastasia, if you are looking for Draco—" She cleared her throat noisily, almost making the Greengrass matriarch jump in her seat.
"What! No! I am not looking for your son…" Narcissa's heckles rose as a distasteful expression formed on Daphne's mother's face at Draco's mention, which she tried to smother quickly. "I wa… was just wondering if Lily had left her son in your care?"
Her indignation for her son's sake evaporated faster than a blink of an eye. Narcissa Malfoy sat taut in her seat. Her earlier indulgent expression turned into a focused stare toward the fidgeting blond woman.
"What?" Narcissa asked. "Why would Lily leave her son in my home? And where would Lily go, anyway, without telling us?"
Narcissa's trepidation skyrocketed as Anastasia regaled her tale of Lily's Europe journey along with her visit to the Potter cottage yesterday, culminating her story with the elf's declaration of the Potter scion's whereabouts.
And as if to confirm the disastrous news, her owl flew through the tall window, talons clutching an unopened letter with her flowery handwriting decorating the visible parchment.
The Malfoy matriarch shooed away her indignant-looking owl, hands balled into fists as the unopened letter not only confirmed Anastasia's claim but also opened a can of worms about the young Potter's current place of residence.
Where exactly Lily could leave her son for a week?
A month earlier, she would have been certain that Lily wouldn't look anywhere else besides the four of her best friends, but after that incident that day…
Lily would have to be a real fool to not consider that her friends would try to take advantage of her son in her absence, but maybe she had given the redhead too much credit. Maybe Lily would still be the same naïve, trusting fool…
Narcissa Malfoy leapt out of her seat. The desire to find Harry Potter and maybe convince him to shift to her place buzzed inside her mind. Such was the determination she completely forgot about the woman that had also risen to her feet, following behind her hurriedly.
"Narcissa, wait up!"
The Malfoy matriarch stooped dead in her tracks, slowly turning around to face her fellow blond.
"Lady Greengrass, thank you for informing me about this issue. I would make sure the dear boy is safe and sound."
Narcissa smiled as if to reassure the Greengrass matriarch of her sincerity while finishing mentally, 'hopefully in my presence for the entire week.'
"I need to see him urgently," Anastasia whined like a needy bitch, seeing her only hope of getting hold of the young man getting away. She flushed red at Narcissa's scrunched face. "It's for an emergency check-up, you see."
The desperation in the voice of her fellow blond didn't bode well for the Malfoy matriarch. The decades of knowing the woman ensured that Narcissa had never seen the woman so ruffled about anything.
"Lily asked me for it." Anastasia Greengrass threw caution to the wind, hoping she wouldn't regret making up lies in the future. Not that she cared about a lot of consequences. 'There are some things that were worth lying about.'
Narcissa grimaced. Though she wondered about the veracity of the claim of Anastasia. Well, not like she could really stop Lily's friend or precisely boss.
Finding her future husband was more important in her mind, anyway.
"All right. Come along then." Narcissa intoned at last, intending upon shooing away Daphne's mother at the first chance after completing whatever checkup Lily's son would require.
And then…
She cackled evilly inside her mind.
***
Bellatrix Black grumbled sleepily at Kreacher, puttering inside the Black townhouse kitchen. Her sleep deprivation already ruining the foul mood that she had been barely containing for the last couple of days.
How dare that redhead bitch insult her so…
She gnashed her teeth, remembering about the letter her rival sent that day. While she anticipated an eager reply from the young Potter, accepting her proposal to become an apprentice when her owl brought that single piece of parchment, destroying her dreams similar to a tidal wave, crushing castles built upon loose sand.
She was just contemplating the possibility of challenging her oldest rival to a duel to solve her issues like the olden days when the fireplace lit up brightly and her sister stumbled out of the flame, her usual grace missing.
She was about to greet her sister when her fireplace spat out another blond figure. The Lady Black sprung out of her slouched state, recognizing the lady of another ancient house. Though she was grumbling internally about them interrupting her at this hour.
"Welcome, Lady Greengrass to my humble—"
"Bella, tell me the truth?" Narcissa Malfoy cut off her sleepy older sister's attempt to curtsy, honing straight to the point. "Did Lily leave Harry in your care?"
Bellatrix Black gaped at her sister's demanding eyes. She wondered where exactly her usually composed sister got the idea that her biggest rival would leave her son in her care. Though now that she thought about it, wouldn't that be the greatest thing in the world?
Yeah. Maybe she could put that in the stipulation at the start of her duel with Lily…
Why just demand an apprenticeship? Students used to live with their masters in ancient times, weren't they?
And as compensation for her effort, she would, of course, demand some gratification. Not monetary gain. Hell no! Maybe a dedicated few hours of riding the famous Potter broom every day that the boy seemed to carry everywhere.
Bellatrix was about to drool when her sister snapped her fingers in front of her face, breaking her from the erotic daydream that her perverted mind had conjured.
"What?" Bellatrix snarled, face slowly turning red in an indecipherable emotion.
Narcissa Malfoy stared at her absentminded elder sister's way, already regretting dragging Daphne's mother here in the first place. How could she have been so stupid to think that the redhead would bring Harry here, of all places?
She really needed to stop making impulsive decisions regarding her future husband. Or the redhead and her friends might get suspicious and turn out an obstacle for her.
The Malfoy matriarch thought for a second of obliviating her older sister of the last few minutes… But…
She wasn't delusional enough to think that she could beat her sister in matters of wandwork. Not to mention the glaring presence of an eyewitness for her crime.
Thankfully, her fellow blond came forward and hesitatingly placated the tension between the two sisters with her earlier tale, waking up her temperamental sister properly for the day, saving herself from making another stupid mistake in desperation.
"You thought Lily would leave her son in my care?" Bellatrix asked. The deadpanned delivery toward her sister left no doubt about her thoughts regarding Narcissa's conjecture.
"I—I thought…" Narcissa stuttered, fuming internally at her sister's insinuation of her intellect.
"Lady Black, it's clear to us that's not the case," Anastasia said. The red-faced Narcissa welcomed her effort of deviation. "Do you perhaps have any idea where he might be living now?"
Bellatrix's thoughts raced back to the letter that she received from Lily a few days ago. Her eyebrows furrowed, remembering if the redhead unintentionally left any clue about her plans.
"Well, I would think that Lily's first choice for Harry's care in her absence would be his godmother, Alice." Bellatrix continued on. "But I know for a fact that Alice is out of town investigating a smuggling racket for the last few days."
"Then that would only leave the Burrow—"
"Yes. Molly would be the second choice for Lily. I concur with your wisdom… this time." Bellatrix smirked at her sister's face.
"Thanks for the help, Bella." Narcissa Malfoy discretely pointed Anastasia in the fireplace's direction. "We can handle the issue from here."
"Not so fast, my dear sister."
Narcissa was shuffling backward stealthily when her sister's sentence forced a silent curse from her lips. A loud exhale from beside her reached her ears.
"Let me floo-call Molly first. And if Harry is there, then we have to see about relocating him to a better place… more befitting his station." Bellatrix said, eyes dancing in mirth as her sister basically paved the road for her easy access to Lily's son unintentionally.
"Really, Bellatrix, no need to bother yourself. We will make sure of his safety and comfort." Anastasia's cheeks hurt to hold that false smile toward the grinning Lady Black.
"Nonsense, my lady. I couldn't let such an esteemed guest rush away from my place without showing proper gratitude now, could I?" Bellatrix snapped her finger and a decrepit house-elf appeared with a loud snap, bowing low to his mistress. "Take a seat, Lady Greengrass. Kreacher will serve you tea soon. You could also stay Cissa. If you like, that is?" Bellatrix Black smirked at the two fuming blonds before sashaying toward the ornate fireplace, thrilled at one-upping her sister after so long.
***
Narcissa and Anastasia took small sips of lukewarm tea, eyes glued to the direction of the kitchen's entrance. Their restless fidgeting was getting out of bounds when a frowning Bellatrix stumbled inside the room, biting her bottom lip in agitation.
"Let's go!"
A loud creaking filled the sparsely decorated room as Narcissa jumped to her feet, pushing the wooden chair backward. Anastasia Greengrass also followed her fellow blond, no less enthusiastically but with much more decorum.
"He isn't there."
"What?"
The busty brunette shook her head, ignoring the dual-echo of a shout from her blond companions—dark, curly locks flying haphazardly around her head.
"Molly hasn't seen either Lily or Harry for the last few days," Bellatrix said, voice perplexed, as if the world made no sense to her anymore. "And she seemed especially distraught at the latter's absence for some reason."
Bellatrix was absolutely sure that in Alice's absence, Lily would only entrust Molly for her son's wellbeing for the time being, so to be proven wrong in her assumption pricked her pride like thorns.
"But… but where in Morgana's name did Lily place her son, then?"
Narcissa's frustrated cry was understandable as Bella herself was almost pulling her hair in frustration. And before either the Blacks could try self-harm to douse their desperation, Anastasia again used her calm head to think through the issue.
"If you, Lily's four best friends, are out of reckoning, then naturally the next options would be her relatives or other good friends. Any ideas about that?"
"Well, Lily's only living relative is her sister—" Narcissa cut off the excited Greengrass matriarch before she could open her mouth. "But Lily would probably give custody of Harry to the Dark lord than leave him in her sister's care."
"And the only few people outside of us that Lily trusts enough to keep Harry safe could be counted in one hand with a few fingers remaining." Bellatrix hesitatingly put forth the names, "Professor McGonagall and Headmaster, then… then Amelia Bones—"
"The head of the DMLE?" Anastasia's skepticism was warranted as all three mentioned were most probably the three strongest magical in the entire wizarding Britain.
"Yeah, she was James' senior auror in the department and had a fondness for the goofy Gryffindor." Narcissa shrugged her shoulders, "And after James's unfortunate fate—Amelia is still very close to the Potters, especially Lily."
All three of the lady present in the kitchen swallowed at the implication. Their individual plans to whisk away the young Potter from his current place of residence would be nigh impossible if Amelia Bones was the woman that Lily went to for Harry's caretaking. The sensible thing would have been to cut their losses and accept defeat at the hands of Lily and refocus their effort on the future.
Unfortunately, horny animals tend to lose their rational thoughts after entering heat and the two blonds and one brunette standing in the kitchen were barely better than three panting bitches in their mating frenzy, with the superior Potter's humongous appendage only cure for their lustful needs.
"Should we contact Amelia at the auror office then? And maybe convince her of the urgency of that medical check-up?" Anastasia asked tentatively.
"No! I doubt she would budge that easily." Narcissa cleared her throat noisily. "We should visit the Bones Manor and directly talk to Harry and maybe convince him to shift to the luxurious Malfoy Manor."
'With me' was unsaid, but the loud gritting of teeth emanating from her elder sister left no doubt that her silent proclamation reverberated louder than the audible sentence.
"We should leave that decision in his hands." Bellatrix put her arms beside her clothed breasts and squeezed around the huge globes for more emphasis. "Who knows, he would probably prefer more space in the Blackhouse to play around?"
"Now, now, lady Black, don't be so hasty. Greengrass Manor has no shortage of enormous space for a young wizard's liking." Anastasia patted the creased fabric near her navel, showcasing her pride to the other two women.
'Medical check-up! My perfectly formed arse!'
Narcissa snorted at the reveal of the Greengrass matriarch's actual intentions. She was already harboring doubts about her fellow blond's claim by her insistence to visit Lily's son but that byplay just now…
But how could the blond bitch even get the sniff of the Potter scion, anyway?
Another woman in her place would certainly get intimidated by the aggressive advances of two superiorly endowed women, but not Narcissa.
Yeah, maybe both were bigger than her in the chest, but she still thought herself the most beautiful of the trio. And who could forget that magical evening that Harry Potter spent inside her snug hole? Not her. And she hoped that Harry neither.
The supremely confident blond had no doubt that given the chance of reliving the same experience repeatedly for an entire week, Harry would jump at the chance of living with her, not even looking at what the other two women had to offer.
"Sure ladies. Let's just resolve the issue by going to the Bones Manor."
***
The three beautiful women shifted nervously in their place, thankful that the wards of the manor had not thought of them as intruders breaking into the property with harmful intent.
Bellatrix, as usual, being the most reckless of the bunch, tentatively scuttled ahead of the other two. She crossed her fingers, hoping that no Bones elves would stop them before reaching their query. She was tiptoeing out of the large archway to the main hallway when a hiss from behind stopped her journey.
"Let's check If Harry's even here first. Before we march across uninvited through Amelia's home."
Bellatrix flushed slightly at her own reckless plan, before nodding her head.
"Homenum Revilio!"
Two bright red spots lit up just a few rooms away, inside the small library if Bellatrix was not mistaken from her previous knowledge.
"That's it." The two Black sisters equally shared Anastasia's joy. A workaholic like Amelia would not remain idle at this time of the day in her home, so that could only mean that Harry Potter was indeed present in the room along with the Bones heiress.
The thought of seeing the Potter heir for the first time after that eventful day spurned Bellatrix into action. The curly-haired brunette dashed away from the pair of blonds, intending on reaching Lily's son ahead of her competitors. Even though she was absolutely certain that Harry would choose her ahead of the other women, still, no harm in giving him some leg up.
"Bella! Wait up!" Narcissa whisper-yelled, sharing an alarmed look with the Greengrass matriarch.
Before her impulsive sister could jeopardize their chances of snatching the boy from here, both busty blond women followed Lady Black with a hurried gait.
The voluminous curls of the brunette flashed across their vision as the rushing Bellatrix banged open the door of the small library, making Narcissa face-palm herself.
So much for stealth and secrecy…
Hopefully, we don't have to neutralize Amelia's niece because of Bella's recklessness.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
The furious shout of Lady Black reached her ears, making her eyes widen in alarm.
"Bella—"
She only had a few seconds to curse her sister mentally for abusing her future husband that way before entering the room herself, huffing slightly while almost getting bowled over by her fellow blond; her enormous chest colliding with her back.
She opened her mouth to apologize to the young man when her eyes fell on the scene that had made Bella lose her decorum completely.
Amelia's insanely curvy niece kneeled in front of a male in a bra, a few sizes too short to hold the bloodline gift that every Bones woman possessed previously, fondling a male dick that seemed to be doing everything in its power to stay soft and unresponsive. And judging by the wet saliva clinging onto the surface of the male specimen, it had already resisted the busty redhead's effort of fellatio.
"You are supposed to be inside your bedroom, grounded for the entire summer." Bellatrix hollered; angry red blotches formed on her face. "How dare you sneak in here behind my back, Blaise Sagittarius Black?"
"Mo… Mom I—"
Oh!
Narcissa Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief. The low lighting because of the drawn window curtains had almost caused her a heart attack, thinking that the guy receiving the blowjob was Lily's son. Turning sideways, her heart sank to see Anastasia Greengrass sporting a mildly disinterested look, focus far from the sleeping yet larger-than-average dark cock of her nephew.
If she had any doubt about the blond's knowledge about Harry's endowment, that just evaporated at the nonchalant expression that was prevalent on Anastasia's face. The Black heir's veiny dick mightily impressed every one of the ladies present at the Malfoy manor that day. Well, that certainly didn't last long courtesy of Lily's son, but still—to not even bat an eyelash at her nephew's lower half, even if it's currently not in its flattering most due to Bella's curse.
That could only happen if you have come across the world's eight wonder, hidden inside Harry's trousers.
Damn…
She had thought about taking advantage of Harry's fascination with the young blond Daphne Greengrass and transferring that desire to herself, but if the real, older, stacked version of his crush also start pursuing the young man then…
Narcissa also doubted that Lily had the same trepidation about the Greengrass matriarch similar to her and Bella, giving her an undue advantage over both the Black sisters. Unfortunately, her contemplation was interrupted by escalating youthful voices.
"—wanted me to come and have fun in her aunt's absence."
"How dare you put the blame on me, you bastard? You literally begged to meet today in the last letter that you sent through that old elf—"
"Mother, believe me, please…." Her nephew dug his grave even deeper with his persistent appeal of innocence.
"You know what, just take that limp dick and get out of my face. You limp-dicked loser. We're finished." The redhead put on her shirt and stomped out of the library, leaving a gaping set of older women in her wake.
"No Susie, wait! I'm sorr—" Blaise chased after the girl futilely, professing his mistake again and again.
Absolute silence reined over the trio of gorgeous women for almost a minute.
"Guess Harry's not in here, is he?"
Two sets of deadpanned looks caused Anastasia Greengrass to titter nervously.
"So, where's next?"
That question made both the Black sisters shallow nervously. The only one remaining on Lily's most trusted list caused the ferocious Bellatrix and cunning Narcissa to break into a nervous sweat.
"Maybe we should leave him in his current residence." Bellatrix proposed, not meeting anyone's eyes purposefully.
"Yeah… Let us wait till Lily returns from her trip." Narcissa nodded her head rapidly at Bella's suggestion.
"Come on, don't tell me you are getting cold feet. We technically trespassed into the Director of DMLE's house already. Nothing could be worse than this."
Narcissa shook her head at her fellow blond's naivety.
Now everything made sense. It would be just like Lily to rub salt in their fresh wounds, placing her child in the only person's care that they wouldn't dare mess with. And there she thought the redhead was foolish…
"Yes, it would be more dangerous than coming here unannounced, Lady Greengrass." Narcissa stared at the frowning Anastasia. "Because now, we are absolutely certain that Lily had put her son in the next residence, having anticipated our interests and desires."
"And whose residence is making you two this… this fearful?" Even though Anastasia wanted to use another strong word but she held her tongue at the last second.
The two Black sisters had a silent stare down for a dozen seconds before Bellatrix Black cleared her throat, voice choking in terror.
"Our eldest sister, Andromeda."
***
"And I would like to see some professionalism in such future cases."
Nymphadora 'Don't call me that' Tonks imitated her boss, morphing her eyebrows droopy and skin saggy to force the other three of her colleagues to break their serious demeanor after the tongue lashing that senior auror Stebbins just delivered. Honestly, that guy seemed to only come to the office every day to spread his unique sense of misery to everyone.
As if a seasoned auror like her needs any guidance in professionalism. Hmph…
"Hey Tonks, I… I was wondering—" the bubbly auror now sporting orange hair grimaced internally. Just that stutter from Mark was enough for the woman to understand that his next sentence wouldn't be something she would like to hear. "Maybe we could go for dinner… tonight?"
She almost forgot that she hated joint missions in the past. Well, almost…
Thanks for reminding the reason, Mark.
It was not the first time some of her co-workers had looked past the sheer intimidation of asking a woman of her unique talent out. And she didn't think for a second that it would be the last.
'Curse of being so beautiful and charismatic,' Tonks lamented.
Though she could have lived without the proposals of some guys old enough to be her dad. In that case, Mark was certainly an improvement over the past few admirers. Unfortunately for Mark, his ex-girlfriend Julia from the obliaviators was a good friend of hers. So, she was aware Mark lacked certain qualities that would really rev her engines properly. Like a huge, honking, fat piece of…
No! Bad Dora!
She had promised after her recent breakup that she would stop being so superficial and look for certain other qualities. Like a good heart, for example.
Hmm… Maybe in the future. She was still very young and deserved to live fully and not get settled, like her mother regularly pointed out.
Sorry, Mark. Maybe in a few years…
"I would love to, Mark." Tonks batted her eyelashes in the hopeful wizard's direction, salivating at the thought of crushing the blooming hope of the overambitious guy. "But I have to visit my parents today. Maybe some other time."
"Oh… all right." And with that stuttered goodbye, the crestfallen auror went toward his cubicle, head hanging low in despair.
"Was that really necessary Tonks?" Kingsley's baritone voice made the devious auror smile impishly. "The poor guy would probably think he has a chance…"
"Come on, Shack." Tonks pouted in her senior's direction, only two of them now present in the empty hallway after the departure of auror Williamson. "Not my fault if that guy builds a castle in his dreams."
The bald dark-skinned Auror snorts at his once protegee's humor, shaking his head at her antics.
"Enough messing around. Go prepare the written report. Now."
Nymphadora Tonks rolled her eyes at the tall auror's retreating backside. She had no intention of being cooped up in her tiny cubicle, slaving over pages of boring reports.
"I am out of here now, Shack. You could do your report for just once." And ignoring the mocking wave from her senior, the now hot-pink-haired woman dashed out of the auror department. Before that miserable soul, Stebbins or God forbid, Madame Bones could rope her in for another boring investigation.
***
A short-haired, busty woman in her early twenties appeared with a loud crack inside the small garden of an affluent house. And immediately missed her next step and tasted the recently dug-up soil with a muttered curse, hands balling into fists at her chronic clumsiness.
For Morgana's sake…
If only she could maintain her balance for once.
The now crimson-haired woman spat out the wet soil before waving her wand angrily over her robes, vanishing the clumpy dirt and muck that had clung onto it.
Nymphadora had planned on visiting her flat and maybe sleeping for the rest of the day, but the thought of her mother's excellent cooking churned her empty stomach, forcing her to check if her mom had put any leftovers in statis charm in case of her surprise visit.
The takeout food also had lost all its luster after regular consumption. Now she craved a hearty home-cooked meal, courtesy of her mother.
Dora waved her wand, and with a small muttering, opened the back door to her childhood home. She was not really expecting her mother to be present at this time of the day, due to her hectic work hours in St. Mungo as a senior healer. Her absence was kind of preferable to Dora rather than her constant nagging self.
And I have come to raid the cooler for leftovers, anyway.
Nymphadora tugged her heavy auror robes out of her frame, chucking them on the set of couches that her dad usually lazes around on Sundays. Now in a purple crop top hugging her enlarged bosom along with the tight black leggings that let the impression of her toned ass flower out, the vibrant auror rummaged through the enchanted cooler; a delighted smile spread across her face at the boxes of custards and pies stacked inside the contraption.
She searched for a parchment to write a note about her loot when a soft sound from the upper floor drew her attention. Now alert, the auror furrowed her brows before pulling out her wand, confirming the presence of an individual in the guest room with the human-presence-revealing charm.
Slowly, a devious smile spread across her gorgeous face. It seemed like her mother had taken a leave from her work on the day.
The mischievous auror thought of a killer prank to take revenge on her always-disappointed mother's self.
Nymphadora quickly morphed her feature into her dad's face along with the same wide body only after transfiguring her clothes into loose pajama pants and a sweatshirt. After a bit of contemplation, she vanished the shirt, grimacing slightly at the protruding belly that quivered at her movements.
The now doppelgänger of her dad silently climbed up the staircases, smothering a loud laugh, imagining her severe mother's expression after she transform back. But not before having a lot of fun…
Tonks' steps halted just outside of the guest bedroom door, loud breathing reaching her ears.
An eerily familiar breathing.
The same sound that her ex-girlfriend Hestia let out whenever she was at her mercy, trussed up like a Christmas present on their shared bed. The same sound that she herself groans whenever stuffing herself with Mr muscle on her lonely nights.
No way, my straight-laced mom is diddling inside, taking advantage of the empty house.
Now grinning like the cat that just got the canary, the transformed metamorph blasted open the door, pretending to be hurt seeing his wife taking care of her needs herself.
"Andi! How could you do—"
Nymphadora Tonks choked on her saliva, the false shock turning into a real one.
"Mr. Tonks… I could explain—"
The unknown boy seemed to know her dad, though, for the life of her, the shocked auror couldn't remember ever meeting someone like him.
Sitting on the bed naked with not a stitch of cloth covering a lightly muscled body, the young man (Dora corrected herself) tried to cover his activities futilely. Though now that she looked closely, the guy had a single piece of clothing on his body. Her mother's knicker draped over his nose and lips, with some portion probably inside the mouth itself.
The young man seemed to realize what was inside his mouth because he spat the silk underwear out of his mouth hurriedly, staring fearfully in her direction.
Though her own attention had already shifted downward to the man's body. The organ that the black-haired, green-eyed man seemed to be hiding with both of his hands and still failing spectacularly at that. A huge club of a human penis—thicker than the thickest, fatter than the fattest, juicier than the juiciest, redder than the reddest, and veinier than the veiniest she had ever seen.
Fucking hell, it's like the cock that she had imagined Hagrid would sport, so grand that she had fantasized about the half-giant ruining all the female professors' holes in their secret affairs.
Is he my mother's boy toy?
Unknown to her, she started licking her lips like a creep, staring at the twitching behemoth in fascination.
The alarmed young man stumbled out of the bed, picked up a pillow from the bedside, and hid his lower half from what must have been a disturbing image of a fat older man perving on him.
She knew the guy could have been a thief, a burglar, or even a rapist for Morgana's sake.
But the thought of that only titillated the metamorph to the extreme, all filthy desires of her heart coming to the forefront of her mind.
The young auror disguised as the man walked inside the room, causing the hung guy to shuffle backward nervously.
"Mr. Tonks, what are you doing?" The fear was palpable in his every sentence.
"Just Tonks, My dear Boy. Just Tonks."