Spared in Silk Chapter 2 (Patreon)

By the time he stepped onto the cobblestones of Diagon Alley, dusk beginning to settle overhead in a soft cream haze, Harry felt as if his instincts were tugging him in every different direction at once.

Florean Fortescue’s was gently lit from within, a hum of soft conversation drifting through the open door. Harry swallowed, braced himself, and stepped inside.

Round tables lined the middle of the shop, with several booths lined against the windows while the counter was staffed by a single attendant against the wall. He passed two girls sitting at a table who were younger, followed by a couple sitting in one of the middle booths. His feet carried him onwards, feeling like lead, as he reached the booth on the far side of the establishment, and laid eyes on the sole woman occupying it.

Her skin was a warm golden-brown, flawless as polished marble. Her eyes were long-lashed, almond-shaped, and filled with a deep, liquid brown that gleamed with intelligence and something older, sharper, and wholly predatory. Her long dark brown hair fell down her back, having the perfect shine as it caught the fading light and drank it in.

She wore flowing robes of deep garnet silk that clung to her figure with effortless elegance, highlighting the flowing shape of her sinful form that would drive any man insane. Long legs which led up to thick thighs, a big bum with wide hips that only a MILF could possess, highlighted by the outfit’s belt that emphasized just how thick her lower half was. A thin waist and midsection, leading up to covered heavy breasts that were truly huge based on the impression they made.

She saw him immediately, and her lips curved into a soft, devastating smile that made Harry’s pulse spike. He felt both honored and hunted in that moment, as if being in her mere presence was something he should be grateful for, while at the same time that she would devour him if he made the wrong move.

“Harry Potter.” Her voice low and melodic, entirely sinful, speaking his name as if amused by the situation. She smiled devastatingly, tilting her head a bit as he awkwardly made to sit down. “You came. I’m very pleased.”

He slid so he was sitting directly across from her, all while trying not to ogle her buxom form. “You gave me a choice… Sort of.”

She laughed quietly as if he made a jest. “My letter was courteous, but not optional. I’m flattered you pretended it was.”

Julia Zabini folded her hands neatly then, a seriousness entering her expression. She watched him, not in a predatory way, but as if assessing his mental capabilities, as though she were trying to understand how much he could handle.

“You are nervous.” She noted. “That’s good. It means you understand the magnitude of what is happening.”

Harry bristled, despite himself. “I’m not scared of you.”

“No, you’re terrified of the situation. And that’s entirely sensible.” Her smile softened. “But you’ll find I am far easier to manage than the Dark Lord, if you treat me with honesty.”

Harry clenched his jaw. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

Julia leaned forward slightly, her perfume, something floral and warm, met his nose.

“Neither did I.” She said quietly, and for the first time, something real flickered in her eyes. “But we play the hand we’re given.”

Harry blinked, taken aback by the sudden candor. But he didn’t have any time to respond, as her gaze swept over him again, slower this time, thoughtful, almost admiring.

“You’re very handsome.” She murmured, drinking him in unabashedly. “More so than I expected. Your youth suits you, there’s a roughness to your features that I didn’t expect… Bravery, I think?”

Heat rose in his cheeks, suddenly feeling very self conscious. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“How should I look at you?” Julia asked softly. “As a stranger? A child? A tool? A husband? I’m trying to determine which version of you is least likely to bolt from the room.”

A scowl appeared on his face. “None of those.”

Her laughter was light and rich. “Then you’ll have to help me, Harry.”

He didn’t respond.

“I’m not here to frighten you.” She said, her voice gentler now, though still edged with that serpent-smooth confidence. “Nor to force you to bend under my will.”

She paused.

“But I would like to better understand just who you are.” She spoke. “Ever since the Dark Lord coerced me into agreeing to this… I have wondered just why he is so interested in you.”

His body tensed, every muscle going tight as he had to fight himself to calm down. “I don’t waste time thinking about Voldemort.”

“No, you spend it worrying about your friends and their safety. You think about Dumbledore and how he’s used you, and how you can still get what you’ve wanted this entire time.” Her gaze sharpened. “The freedom to live your life.”

“How do you know all that?” He nearly gaped in astonishment at her observation.

“There are services that sell information on famous and influential people in our society.” She answered, before gesturing around them. “For example, you were seen visiting this establishment quite a bit before your third year. And other than the Skeeter articles that detail your close friendships at Hogwarts, your academic record goes into detail about the detentions and escapades you’ve undergone over the years.”

“You’ve… done your research.” His mouth felt dry, not realizing that the life he tried to keep private was so well documented.

“I wanted to better understand the man I would be marrying.” She answered. “Having a thorough understanding of one’s background and character is essential to establishing trust, which is what we desperately need to form in this situation. From there, we can cooperate on our future goals and get that happiness and fulfillment we so desperately want. However, you’ll have none of those things unless we make this… bond… manageable for both of us.”

Harry swallowed hard. “So what? You’re saying we work together?”

“I’m saying.” Julia looked him in the eye. “That neither of us has a choice. But we can decide whether this becomes a war… or an arrangement with benefits.”

Harry almost choked. “What benefits?”

Julia’s smile was slow and devastating. “Oh, Harry. You’ll discover them in time.”

He groaned, trying not to bury his face in his hands as he looked out the window and watched the Diagon Alley traffic walk by. Her words had the desired affect however, as he could feel his cock twitching in excitement within the confines his trousers. He had been so worried about their meeting that he hadn’t relieved himself that day, and was starting to regret it.

Julia leaned back, amused but patient. She lifted her ice cream delicately, taking a small, elegant bite, and pulling a spoon that was licked clean out of her mouth. He couldn’t help but stare at her plump lips, wondering how soft they would feel in that moment.

“I do appreciate you coming.” She spoke after a moment, her voice softer than before. “Truly. We will not solve everything tonight, but we have begun.”

Harry looked at her, feeling so many different emotions at once. A large part of his mind was frustrated, angry at Voldemort, at Dumbledore, and how he fell into this situation in the first place. And yet, he also found himself reluctantly intrigued by the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He wondered if this arranged marriage could actually work out, and if he could actually skirt under Voldemort’s nose and go ignored like he so desperately wanted.

“Now.” She said warmly. “Tell me something about yourself. Any small thing, as I’d rather know my future husband as a person first… not a celebrity.”

Harry hesitated, before quietly answering. “I like treacle tart.”

Her eyes warmed, her lips quirking into a smile that was suggestive. “Then you already understand pleasure better than most men I’ve met, Harry.”

He flushed scarlet, those same feelings from before returning with a vengeance. She must have known what she was doing to him, as she only smiled wider.

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Their ‘date’ didn’t end at the ice cream shop, as the two of them drifted from store to store in the quiet summer evening. It simply didn’t feel right to cut things off after spending such a short time together.

Harry would begrudgingly admit that he was enjoying it, although that was more due to his lack of social interaction than of anything else. His cousin, Dudley’s, company left much to be desired back at Privet Drive, and in comparison, the company of a seductive older woman was like a breath of relaxing air.

Although there was a part of his mind that told him not to get too comfortable, and to keep his guard up. This was his first time with the woman Voldemort had selected to be his wife, and Harry didn’t want to fall into whatever traps she could’ve prepared ahead of time.

And so, he felt himself tense when she unexpectedly led him to somewhere more private. It was above one of the shops, in the buildings that overlooked the alley, where apartments and hotels resided. He didn’t know if she owned the place or simply reserved it ahead of time, guessing it was a simple private lounge for the more upper-class shoppers who visited Magical Britain’s premier shopping center.

The windows looked over the alley, providing a view of the lit-up storefronts in the evening as the sun finally set. Couches and tables filled the room, with a fireplace in the corner that likely acted as a floo.

“Want something to drink?” She asked, going behind the small bar that was part of the room. “Firewhisky? Wine? Brandy?”

“Err, Butterbeer?” He was too cautious to risk getting drunk in this situation, so he went with something more familiar.

If she was disappointed by his choice, she didn’t show it, instead filling a glass for him before making her way over. He was standing awkwardly by a nearby table, not sure what to do, as Julia handed him the glass. Her expression was more intense than before, seemingly watching him closely.

He looked down at his drink, wondering if it was poisoned, and if her plan all along was to get him here alone and kill him. Harry inhaled a shaky breath before shrugging, feeling that his life was already out of his hands, and that it didn’t matter at this point.

He took several gulps of the butterbeer, expecting to feel dizzy and lightheaded afterwards, and maybe even to start foaming at the mouth. But when that didn’t happen, he just felt like a fool.

Her gaze was still locked onto his own. “Better?”

“Y-Yeah.” He awkwardly answered.

She still watched him intensely, her face close to his own, her brown eyes surveying him. “I want you to be calm, and for you to trust me. Do you think you can do that for me, Harry?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

She smiled ruefully. “No, you can’t. But I think I know how to get us there.”

She moved then, her knees lowering to the ground as she was suddenly eye level with his crotch. He stared down with wide eyes, wondering if his drink really had been spiked, yet a slight pinch to his side revealed this was actually happening.

She began methodically undoing his trousers, and he was too shocked to say anything. “Tell me, have you ever had your cock sucked by a real woman, Harry?”

Her words words were sexy and confident, as she finally undid pants before pushing them down, revealing his bulging underwear underneath.

“I-I’ve never even kissed a girl before.” Technically, he had kissed Fleur, although that had been more of a spur of the moment thing after he had saved her sister during the second task.

His cock was finally exposed as she tugged his undergarments down, hard and thick, and growing even bigger with each heartbeat. Julia’s eyes flashed with excitement, lust, as if the sight of him had captivated her. He knew he was big, huge even, as Fred and George had joked many times about the size of his wand after seeing him in the showers after quidditch.

“I’m looking forward to taking this fat fucking cock.” Her wide eyes looked up into his own, her hand wrapping around his base. “Don’t hold back.”

She descended his cock then, and Harry’s mind became a whirlwind of pleasure. He threw his head back in ecstasy, his vision blurring at the edges as she took his cockhead in her mouth. It was wet and warm and so very inviting, her tongue massaging every part of him as she slowly consumed him.

He cautiously looked down then, only for his world to elevate to an even greater plane of existence. She was steadily consuming his shaft in a way that was designed to excite and infuriate him, her right hand steadily pumping the exposed part of his cock all the while. He was desperate to slam himself in, while at the same time barely clinging onto his sanity as it was.

But it was when he looked slightly upwards that he truly felt the grip on his consciousness falter. Her eyes looked straight upwards into his own with an unseen intensity, as if her very soul was devoted to satiating his lust.

“F-Fuck…” The curse slipped from his lips, and it was like he was trapped in her web then.

Her plump lips only descended further, stretched so wide and erotically around his insane girth as she effortlessly took his manhood. Soon he felt his cockhead bump the back of her mouth, hitting her throat, and then the impossible happened. The laws of physics or even something as simple as a gag reflex didn’t seem to exist anymore, as his shaft was shoved down her throat.

GLURK GLURK GLURK

The noise, the feeling, the sensation of it all was not something Harry would ever be able to describe. He wished he could record it, or even slow down time, so that his brain had time to process it all.

But the woman was unrelenting, as she only kept going, her expression not changing once. With singleminded determination, she took him all the way to the base, ending with her lips pressing firmly against his crotch.

“Oh my… Y-You took it all…” He trailed off in bewilderment, not believing what he was witnessing.

Mrs. Zabini pulled back, all the way so just his cockhead was left in her mouth, and then she winked.

His shaft twitched.

That was all the permission she needed to begin the true process of getting him off. She moved her mouth up and down, taking him to the base and then retreating all the way back to his tip. It was as mesmerizing as it was pleasurable, as she left a messy trail of precum and spittle in her wake.

GLURK GLURK GLURK GLURK

He could feel his release coming, the inevitable downfall of his sanity along with it, but that was when she did the most mind blowing action of all.

She grabbed his free right hand then, her eyes still locked on his own, before placing his hand dominantly on the back of her head. Her expression said it all, one eyebrow raised, a permissive look in her gaze.

Have at it.

Unthinkingly, his fingers tightened on her luscious hair, digging into her scalp. He held her head as she moved up and down his cock, before the more beastial part of his mind took over and he began guiding her.

It was more than he ever could have imagined. And especially more than he could handle. She knew it too, and when his shaft expanded and his balls thrummed with release, he briefly caught the smug look on her face.

Harry roared as he finally let go, his fingers tightening on her scalp as he pressed her down on his cock. It was the only victory he would claim, being that he was forcing her to take his release so messily, but they both knew it was her victory in getting him to come undone.

He was bone-tired as he pulled away, his cock leaving her mouth with an erotic pop as she smacked her lips together and smirked while guzzling down his remaining cum. Harry backed up several feet, his body light as his vision swam. He stumbled back against the table, his arms catching his weight at the last minute.

Mrs. Zabini laughed as she watched him. “You can barely stand!”

He wanted to retort, but he had nothing but praise for her in that moment. “T-That was incredible.”

“Thanks.” She genuinely sounded touched by his words. “You don’t know what it means to get such praise from a younger man. That said, are you feeling better now?”

He let out an incredulous breath. “I guess you can say that.”

“Good.” She smiled happily, standing as she fixed up her outfit and hair. “I think we’ll call our date here for the time being.”

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18