Spared in Silk Chapter 3 (Patreon)

The swing creaked in the wind, the playground mostly empty as the sun hid behind the clouds overhead.

Their second date had been different from the first, meeting at a fancy restaurant that was more of his betrothed’s preference than his own. The upside was that it was quiet, with them getting a private booth in the restaurant’s corner, as to not be bothered by any other diners.

They were served fancy dishes that looked akin to what he saw on those cooking shows Petunia liked to watch, and Harry even ordered a whole plate of treacle tart for desert. Things were less awkward compared to the first time around with the both of them strangely comfortable with one another. Or at least, Harry felt more at ease, knowing that Julia wouldn’t outright murder him at the very least.

The date ended as they walked out of the restaurant, although his betrothed had given him a long kiss at the end. He learned that he was a terrible kisser, and it was only Mrs. Zabini’s experience that made it feel good and left him breathless. Unlike before, they departed after the restaurant, with Harry taking the Knight Bus home as things went back to normal.

And then there had been her letter from four days ago. Even now, it sat clutched in his grasp, his indecisiveness preventing him from deciding what to do. Their upcoming third date wasn’t so much an outing, but rather an outright invitation for him to visit her home.

Harry wasn’t dumb, he knew exactly what that meant, along with the risks. No longer would they be meeting in public locations, but somewhere where his betrothed had all the advantages in case things went south.

Troubled thoughts plagued his mind, to the point that he could be called paranoid. Being safe and going out in public was one thing, but being alone with the woman in her own home was an entirely different matter. And yet Julia knew where he lived, and had even been alone with him on their first date in Diagon Alley.

There was also the unspoken suggestion that they would do more scandalous things on their third date. He had gotten a blowjob on their first outing after all, and it didn’t take much thought to imagine what might come of their next encounter.

His cock twitched at the thought, excited at the prospect of having sex for the first time. It had become a regular occurrence for him to pleasure himself to the thought of his betrothed. Simply remembering that blowjob she gave him was enough to get him off, or even just picturing her curvy and mature body that was so sexy compared to those of the girls back at Hogwarts.

Still, it had been four days since he got the invitation, and he had yet to send a reply, nor use the portkey that was attached to the letter. No more sneaking away from Privet Drive or using the Knight Bus, as he would instead boldly arrive in her Manor. But something stopped him from going through with it.

Maybe it was the stubborn part of him that still existed, knowing that if he accepted her invitation, it would mean that he was fully giving up on his old life. It was foolish to believe he could still resist Voldemort at this point, but he still clung to the old ideals that had gotten him this far. To take the final step and use the portkey, and effectively consummate the betrothal just seemed like the final nail in the coffin.

In the distance, he saw Dudley walking alone down the sidewalk, headed home. Harry got off the swing then and followed his cousin, knowing that if he arrived home after Dudley then Vernon would be mad. According to his aunt and uncle, him arriving home later than his cousin meant he was out and up to no good.

It wasn’t hard to catch up to his overweight cousin, as Dudley waddled rather than walked, shifting his immense weight from one foot to the next. Just walking down the sidewalk was enough to get the boy out of breath.

“Something’s different about you this summer.” His cousin noticed him as they walked, and strangely decided to talk. “You don’t talk much anymore, almost seem scared. Something got you spooked?”

He thought of Voldemort and how the Dark Lord had appeared in the Dursley kitchen not that long ago. If Dudley knew what Harry did, then his cousin would be scared shitless.

“Mum’s noticed too, said you might miss your freak friends.” Dudley continued with a smirk.

Harry looked up slowly. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” Dudley sneered.

“You’d have to have a brain first.” He sniffed

“You think you’re better than me?” Dudley’s face flushed an ugly red. “Just because you can do tricks?”

“They’re not tricks.”

They entered a dark alley between several of the neighboring homes, made even more dim by the dark clouds that had suddenly appeared overhead.

“Oh yeah?” Dudley stopped and stepped closer. “Show us one. Go on. Make something float. Or make me disappear.”

Harry’s hand twitched near his pocket. “You know I’m not allowed.”

Dudley’s grin widened. “That’s right. They’ll lock you up, won’t they? Take you away. You’re nothing without it, just a skinny, useless—”

Harry shoved him. It wasn’t hard, but it was done quickly. Dudley wasn’t expecting it though, as he stumbled backward, nearly losing his footing while his arms flailed wildly before he caught himself.

For a moment, the both of them froze. Dudley stared at him in disbelief, as if the very idea that Harry would touch him was inconceivable.

“You hit me!” He said, voice rising.

“You run your mouth a lot.”

Dudley charged, and they collided in the middle of the alley, stumbling into the nearby hedge. Branches snapped and leaves tore while Dudley swung wildly, fists heavy but uncoordinated. Harry ducked one punch and caught another on his shoulder as he rotated, dodging his cousin’s clumsy movements.

They grappled awkwardly, breathing hard, years of resentment building to this moment. Harry was just glad that he didn’t have to fight Dudley’s gang as well, like he usually did when he was younger.

“You think you’re so great! That you’re better than me?!” His cousin hissed.

“No.” Harry shot back unexpectedly, making him pause. “I think I’m a coward. But at least I don’t beat up kids like you.”

Dudley shoved him hard, but he didn’t fall. Instead Harry staggered backward out of the hedge and prepared to fight more. But that was when the atmosphere changed, as something in the air shifted.

The warmth drained first, as the hot summer day suddenly became freezing. It was as if someone had pulled a plug and let the heat bleed out of existence, bringing only sullenness as the gray sky became black.

Dudley’s expression shifted from rage to confusion. “What’s happening?”

Harry felt it before he saw them. His veins felt like ice as his breaths turned to smoke. In the distance he could hear a woman screaming, who could only be his mother.

Two figures emerged at the far end of the alley, floating and cloaked in darkness.

Dudley made a strangled sound. “W-What is happening?”

The two dementors got closer, as frost crept through the alley and made the asphalt become covered with ice. All while Harry’s heart stuttered in fear, terrible memories surging to the surface over and over.

Dudley staggered backward, tripping over his own feet.

“Make it stop!” he shrieked. “S-Stop it!”

Harry’s wand was already in his hand, and he could feel the spell forming at the back of his throat. He knew he could make this nightmare end in an instant, but he also knew what would follow. He was underage, and couldn’t use magic outside of school, especially in a muggle suburb.

The second Dementor glided closer, its hood tilting toward Harry while the other eyed Dudley. He desperately searched for a solution, knowing he couldn’t carry his cousin off with the two Azkaban wardens affecting him so much.

And then he remembered the letter. His betrothed had sent him a portkey, and he had it with him.

His hand went to his pocket, pulling out the letter and flipping it open with shaky hands. Written at the bottom was the activation word, which would guarantee his safety.

“Lace.”

His world jerked and spun right as the dementor reached for him. The next thing he knew, Harry found himself landing on a hard floor as his vision swam, his body cold and shaking.

Bile erupted from his throat and left his mouth, as he reached out a hand to steady himself. He felt frozen, his limbs moving numbly under him as he stood on unsteady legs and moved several steps. Distantly, he could hear movement, as a wooden door opened.

“Harry?”

The woman who approached had tanned skin with dark long hair, and despite his vision being as shit as it currently was, he could tell she was beautiful. A warming charm was cast as her warm fingers felt his face, and his might have blushed if the situation were different.

“You’re as cold as ice.” Julia sounded startled, eyes wide. “Who-”

“Dementors.” He stated, making her stiffen.

She looked away, and he could tell she was thinking through what he said. All the while she had grasped his arm and was leading him through a very luxurious home before sitting him on a sofa. “Dementors are under control of the Ministry. At least, right now they should be.”

“There were two of them.” He said. “They were after me and my cousin. I doubt Voldemort sent them, as he already knows where I live. He even visited me.”

His mind might be sluggish, but he knew the big unanswered question was who sent the dementors after him. If it was Voldemort, it meant he was as good as dead, and that the Dark Lord had given up on this betrothal between him and Mrs. Zabini. However, the alternative explanation of the Ministry sending them after him made little to no sense.

That was the question likely going through Julia’s mind at that moment, as she might be aiding an enemy of the Dark Lord by helping him right now. From what he learned, she had gained Voldemort’s ire by toeing the line of neutrality, and he had ordered her to marry Harry as to not be marked as an enemy. It was a ruthless but smart action, as the woman wouldn’t have to outright join Voldemort’s forces, but would be shackled down by the Boy-Who-Lived.

A tapping noise got his attention then, and Harry looked over to one of the large, ornate glass doors that opened to the outside. An unfamiliar owl was pecking at it, a letter in its talons.

Julia left him and used the door before opening the letter with her wand. Harry couldn’t read its contents from his place on the couch, but he could see her quizzical frown become increasingly deep. Based on what he knew of the woman, he could tell Julia Zabini wasn’t one to get caught off-guard as she was now.

Finally, his curiosity got the best of him. “What is it?”

“It’s a missive from the Ministry’s Improper Use of Magic Office.” Julia glared at the letter. “You are to attend a hearing for the unauthorized use of a Patronus Charm.”

“I know the Patronus Charm, but I never cast it. At least, not today.”

“Interesting.” Her eyes looked at him briefly, looking simultaneously surprised and impressed. It made him feel good.

“Quipsy.” An elf popped into existence. “See to it that all of Harry’s needs are met.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The House-elf bowed, before turning to him.

“Chocolate, please.” Harry requested.

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The several hours since he arrived allowed him to have a look around Julia’s Manor, walking around with a bar of chocolate in hand.

The main part of the home was grandiose with a domed central area made of white marble and stone, with tall windows that observed the world beyond. But beyond that he found most of the Manor was wooden and cozy, secluded with walled off portions and not open like one would’ve thought.

A river ran alongside it, with dense forest all around and covering the surrounding hills. Then there was the private garden and pool, along with other smaller buildings that were likely used as storage.

As darkness came he found himself guided to a room by the same House-elf from earlier, which just so happened to be his betrothed’s bedroom. She had been waiting to speak with him, as he laid on the bed with Julia’s fingers scratching his scalp.

“I’ve spoken to my lawyers, and they’re searching for anything they can find on the dementors.” He made note that she had not one, but multiple lawyers. “So far it seems this was some plot orchestrated by Fudge, as he’s ordered your disciplinary hearing upgraded to a trial before the Wizengamot.”

“Typical.” He snorted, not overly surprised. His life had always been one ridiculous event after the other, with Voldemort forcing him into an arranged marriage only being the latest example.

She looked down past heavy cleavage to see his expression. “You don’t seem worried.”

“I’ve had worse.” Was all he managed, trying not to get distracted.

They were in an extremely intimate position, and it wasn’t helped by the clothes she was wearing. She wore a simple nightgown, something that even Petunia could wear. But on a body like hers, it looked beyond scandalous.

“See something you like?” She seemed to notice his wandering gaze.

“I do.” Was all he answered.

“And?”

His eyes drifted, looking out the room’s large windows to the starry night sky above. “The stars sure are bright this evening.”

She let out a breath, amused. “That wasn’t what I was referring to.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the woman shifted, moving off the bed and standing up before shrugging off the nightgown in a simple, effortless motion. The silk material fell around her feet, exposing her bare and naked form.

“Well,” She threw back her hair, lips quirking. “How about now?”

She was beautiful while also being incredibly sexy, with foreign, tan skin that was unmarked and spotless, accompanied by a curvy body that was even more endowed than he previously thought. The sight left him near speechless, eyes wide. “D-Definitely.”

It seemed Julia had expected that answer, as she smirked slightly before making her way onto the bed with him. His cock had been hardening since she walked into the room, and by the time his trousers were gone, his manhood was pointing upwards and erect.

Her hand wrapped around it, mouth gurgling to produce spit as her plump lips lollipoped his cockhead and poured saliva down his shaft’s length. Harry threw his head back and groaned in pleasure, as her hand pumped up and down his penis, making obscene noises and coating it in copious saliva.

SCHLCK SCHLCK

“Damn…” Already his cock was bursting with pleasure, engorged with blood as it reddened and became even larger. He looked down to see the mind blowing sight, his behemoth of a cock looking monstrous where it resided in Mrs. Zabini’s hands.

GLURK GLUCK

Her lips hollowed and sucked, tongue swirling around his manhood with immense skill. It was all he could do to hold on, as it seemed his betrothed was trying to get him off in record time. He was getting close, and it was mere moments until he swelled and expelled his load, but that was when she pulled away.

Harry watched as she moved forward towards him, legs spreading to his sides as he glimpsed her exposed pussy. It was shaved perfectly and leaking wetness, as drips of arousal fell down her inner thighs. She knelt over his cock then, thick thighs straining at the angle as she slowly lowered herself down.

His cockhead brushed against her folds before pushing them aside as it was consumed. The first thing he felt was heat, like he was entering a furnace, before tightness took over. Just the head was inside, but it stretched and filled her, before she lowered herself more.

“Fuck, you’re big.” For the first time, her eyes looked unsure, as a bead of sweat ran down her brow. He couldn’t help the twitch of his shaft at her reaction, which caused a slight gasp to escape her lips.

But something else got his attention in that moment, being the pair of huge brown breasts in his face. They were natural and heavy, swaying and bouncing under their own inertia with each movement. Just small breaths would have them shaking, but sex made them sway, each tit colliding and jiggling back and forth in a way that was mesmerizing.

Another gasp made him look upwards to see her mouth agape, small pants escaping her lips. She had taken more than half his cock, and a look down showed how it spread her lips wide and bulged out her abdomen. It seemed that not even a sexually skilled woman like Mrs. Zabini was able to take him easily.

It was as she finally took him to the hilt, her large ass landing against his thighs, that her body fully brushed against him. Her form was like pillows, soft and curvy as it molded against him. He figured it was something one only experienced with a woman like Julia, older and thick in all the right places. The thinner girls at Hogwarts would obviously never feel this amazing, being skinny and underdeveloped.

“By Morgana that feels good…” She shakily muttered as she took him fully, sounding immensely satisfied. He had never thought that making her feel pleasure would make him feel good as well.

She began to move, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders as she did so. It had the adverse effect of pushing her huge breasts right into his face, and Harry stared at them for a couple moments before diving in. He greedily pushed his head between those big tits, feeling their softness and darting out his tongue before sucking on the soft flesh.

She laughed breathlessly, sounding amused more than anything. “That’s it, that feels good.”

She had begun bouncing, moving up and down at a quicker pace as she impaled herself on his shaft over and over. He could feel the urge to release from earlier roaring back, knowing that he wouldn’t simply cum this time but rather explode inside her cunt.

His hands reached around and grabbed fistfuls of her gigantic ass then, fingers sinking into the juicy flesh. It was soft and heavenly, and provided the perfect grip to help move her up and down his shaft at a faster pace.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

Skin clapped against skin as things became more intense. All the while she panted before her pants turned to gasps and then loud moans against his ear. The sounds, the sensation of her taking his cock over and over, all of it was becoming too much to bear.

“I-I’m going to…” He barely got out, his clenched jaw straining from holding back his release.

“That’s it, baby…” Those words made his eyes widen, as she sounded genuinely emotional. “In me… Give it all to me! Use me! These tits are yours, this body… is yours! Fill me up with your seed! I-I need it…”

When he came, he did so with a roar. His vision blurred at the strength of his release, as thick wad after wad of cum erupted from his manhood. He pumped her full of seed to the point she would probably be stuffed, as she soon fell against him, arms wrapping around his body.

Harry decided then that he had moved on, severing the link to his old life. There would be no more fighting Voldemort, and certainly no more returning to the Dursleys.

Disclaimer: All Characters are over the Age of 18