In Bloom - Chapter 18 (Patreon)

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

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Summary: When a magical flower sprays Harry with a mysterious cloud of spores, he soon finds the side effects to be far more…pleasant than he expected. Now with every girl in the castle obsessed with him, Harry must decide whether to find a cure for this mysterious ailment or give in to its more carnal benefits. 

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Chapter 18: Thistles

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The Aurors were progressing nicely with their respective Patronus Charms. Most were now able to conjure a light mist. One had even managed to summon a dense fog in the rough shape of an animal, though it was still a far cry from being considered corporeal. 

The lack of a real target to practice their shields on had slowed their progress somewhat. Unfortunately, the Aurors present did not fear Dementors enough for a Boggart to be useful, and they were hardly ready for the real thing. He had briefly considered using a Lethifold, but if they weren’t ready for a real Dementor, then they definitely wouldn’t be ready for another XXXXX class creature being thrown at them. Besides, he doesn’t have a clue how to get one in the first place. Maybe Hagrid would know…

Pulling his thoughts back to the present, he watched as the last Auror’s spell waned. The small cloud of silvery mist spilling forth from her wand flickered and evaporated into nothingness in the blink of an eye while the witch fell to her knees with an exhausted gasp. Sweat dripped from her brow as she sucked in ragged breaths. Around her, her colleagues were in similar states, the drain of casting such a difficult spell over and over again finally taking its toll.

Harry stepped forward and cleared his throat.

“Excellent work, all of you! We’ll call it here for today. I’ll see you all next session.”

A collective groan of relief reverberated through the training room as the Aurors staggered to their feet and began collecting their things. Harry gave each of them a nod of farewell as they left. He was slightly surprised when none of the female Aurors even tried to so much as shoot him a flirtatious wink. He may have run them a bit ragged today.

Shrugging to himself, he waved goodbye to the last recruit and turned back to the now-empty training room. He always made time after each training session to make full use of the DMLE practice facilities.

Taking a moment to weigh his options, Harry casually approached the trio of training dummies on the far side of the room. The dummies came to life as he approached, the lines of runes crisscrossing their wooden forms glowing softly as they powered on. They stepped forward, falling motionless once more as they crossed the boundary into the rectangle-shaped arena outlined by even more runes on the floor.

Cracking his neck, Harry flicked his wand at each of them, muttering the incantation that Tonks taught him to activate the in-built training module within the automatons. 

The runes on the floor flashed thrice, going from red to yellow to, finally, green as the countdown ended. At once, the automatons went on the offensive, firing off dozens of angry red spells. While not real spells, the enchantments within the training dummies meant that the crackling balls of energy would still hurt like hell if they made contact. So Harry had to ensure they didn’t.

He dodged the first volley, ducking and spinning past the fizzling projectiles as they came inches within his head. Swiping his wand through the air, he slid to the ground just as a wave of fire burst forth, encompassing all three automatons. It would not be enough to destroy them, he knew that. They were made to take a beating, which is why he was already moving once more before the smoke had even begun to clear.

The automaton on the left caught a blasting hex to the chest before it could even raise its hand. It careened back, flying out of the arena and crashing into the far wall with a loud CRACK!

The runes on its body faded as it went limp against the ground. One down, two to go.

The others did not remain idle. Uncaring of their comrade’s fate, they resumed their spellfire with increased volatility. Harry sucked in a sharp breath as a spell came dangerously close to slamming into his jaw. Throwing up a hasty shield, he brought his other hand up to his lips and whispered. Lines of glowing red runes encompassed his palm. With a flick of his wand, the shield came down just as the volley of spellfire reached a crescendo.

The remaining spells in the air shuddered and halted in place—mere inches from his outstretched hand where the red runes pulsed with power.

Harry grit his teeth, slightly stunned that his foolhardy plan had even worked. The automatons too seemed just as stunned, their featureless faces staring back unmoving as the trembling of the motionless spells grew and grew. 

A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. The strain was becoming too much for him to hold. With a growl, Harry pushed his hand forward, an invisible weight fighting against him the entire way until, with a yell he threw his entire body forward. As if time itself began to unwind, the shaking frothing balls of energy shot backwards, impacting against the last two training dummies with an audible BOOM!

This time, when the dust cleared, there was not a single automaton left standing.

A loud gong echoed out through the room as the runes on the floor flashed blue, signalling that the duel was over. Only then did Harry allow his guard to drop, a single tired sigh escaping past his lips.

“I see you’ve been putting your mother’s journals to good use.”

Harry spun around, startled by the new voice.

Auburn hair and the scent of mint filled his senses as Amelia stood just a scant few inches away from him. The older woman smirked, obviously amused having caught him so off guard. How she managed to sneak up so close on him? He did not know, it was simply testament to her skills as an Auror.

“I have,” he replied once he finally managed to calm his racing heart. Said journals were ones Amelia had gifted to him a few weeks after their first meeting. They were filled to the brim with his mothers notes, ranging in topics from theories and projects like the spell he had just used against the dummies to random ramblings of her everyday life. How Amelia had come about them in the first place, she would not say, but Harry would treasure them all the same.

“Hermione had to help Susan and I figure out the more complicated pieces but regardless it’s been nice reading words written by her own hand. It makes me feel closer to her. Thank you again for that.”

Amelia’s smile softened, a wistful look overtaking her features as she ghosted her thumb along the length of his jaw.

“You do not need to thank me, Harry. Her journals are yours by right. She was precious to me, yes, but you deserve to cherish those small pieces of herself she left behind just as much as I have.”

Harry smiled and gave the older witch a small nod. Amelia in turn noticed the sweat clinging to his brow with an amused click of her tongue.

“Come, you can use my personal shower before I send you off back to my niece,” she said, turning around with a wave of her hand for him to follow.

Harry shook his head but followed regardless. Bones women really could be bossy at times.

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Pansy huffed as her mark was prodded and poked for what felt like the millionth time by the dark haired witch. Granger paid her annoyed puffs of breath little mind though, her chocolate eyes firmly locked onto the shimmering golden script that pulsed against Pansy’s flesh.

“What’s the point of this anyway?” Pansy asked as her discomfort found its way into her voice. She was used to being naked in front of Granger and had performed a great many erotic acts on the girl to be shy about a little close inspection, but something about standing nude while Granger studied her like some dusty old artifact and Bones jotted down notes just a few steps away made Pansy’s skin crawl. It was the same feeling she received whenever her mother ‘inspected’ her and her brother during the etiquette lessons.

Thankfully, Granger must have sensed her discomfort, or at the very least heard the small waviness in her voice, and stepped back. Bones was there in an instant, wrapping a rather soft blanket around Pansy’s shoulders that she couldn’t help but relax into.

“Well?” she asked after a moment, her breath calming in her chest.

Hermione hummed as she glanced over Susan’s note before nodding and snapping the notebook shut.

“It appears your mark is much the same as Susan’s and Ginny’s. The magical energy matches both mine and Harry’s, with a small mix of your own hiding beneath the surface,” the brunette explained.

Pansy furrowed her brow in confusion.

“And that means bloody what exactly?”

“It means,” Hermione sighed, “that we’re just as stuck as we were yesterday. Your mark reveals nothing that we did not already know about the others and their connection between us.”Pansy scoffed and crossed her arms, annoyance rearing its head inside her chest.

“So, what? I’m just stuck with this fucking thing then?”

“For now, yes. We don’t know where to even start if we tried to remove it, nor do we know the consequences of doing so,” Hermione replied, her voice even and calm despite the slowly creeping ice inside of Pansy’s.

Pansy wanted to scream. Hermione’s words, she knew, were not meant to cause her distress, but that’s all Pansy could feel right now. The connection to her and Potter was not all that big of a deal. Sure, it was slightly uncomfortable knowing that she was practically bound to the people she had all but despised only a few weeks ago, but that was easily solved when she remembered how fun the pair of them could be in bed. Maybe she would never love them, but Pansy had no objections to being heavily involved in their sex life.

No, her distress stemmed from the other side effect of this blasted mark.

The Nightmares.

She could not remember them, not really. Only the sheer fear and terror that gripped her heart whenever she woke up gasping for air. She hadn’t even known that the nightmares were a side effect of the mark, not for certain at least. That is until she confronted Potter.

The idea that it was the Dark Lord, or at least Potter’s connection to him, causing her nightmares still made Pansy’s stomach churn. Part of her still didn’t believe it. The Dark Lord was Potter’s enemy. Why would whatever mysterious connection that bound them together affect her as well? Pansy certainly had no answers. Just thinking about it made her head spin. There was a reason she’s skipped over Ancient Runes and Arithmancy as electives after all.

The riptide of emotions inside of Pansy’s chest did little more but give her a headache. She felt tired—raw. Maybe the effects of weeks worth of sleepless nights were finally catching up to her. The Room of Requirement answered her unspoken request, a plush armchair appearing out of nowhere as she fell back.

“So there’s nothing else we can do?” she asked. She hated how small her voice sounded.

Surprisingly, it was not Granger who spoke up, but Bones.

“There is…one thing we could try.”

Hermione gave the auburn-haired witch a questioning look, confusion clear on the bookworm’s face.

Susan stepped forward, uncertainly covering her own features as she knelt down in front of Pansy.

“Auntie trained me in the mind arts. She reasoned that Occlumency was vital for all Bones women to learn, but protecting my mind was not all she taught me,” Susan explained slowly.

Pansy frowned. She of course knew what Occlumency was, or at least she’s heard of it, but what did the mental shields have to do with anything?

Hermione answered that question for her as the girl sucked in a small breath.

“You know Legilimency?”

Susan looked back at the girl and shrugged.

“Sort of? Aunt Amelia only ever taught me the basics. It’s not something she really expected me to ever use since it’s, you know, illegal,” the redhead laughed humourlessly. “But if I could use it to enter Pansy’s mind, I might be able to see the full extent of her Nightmares myself. I could collect the pieces her memories are missing and see if there’s a way we could get rid of them.”

Pansy baulked at the girl’s words. “I’m not going to let you stumble around my bloody head!”

“That’s not what I would be doing!” Susand defended. “Legilimency is the art of interpreting another person’s mind. It’s not actual mind reading.”

“But it’s still dangerous,” Hermione huffed, clearly bothered by Susan’s proposal. “You’d be risking both you and Pansy. One wrong mental prod and…” she trailed off, the brunette’s lips curving down into a grimace.

“Which is why at the first sign of trouble I would pull away!” Susan reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh. “But it’s still our best shot at learning more about this mark and Pansy’s best shot at being free from the nightmares.” The redhead turned back towards Pansy, her grey eyes comforting yet pointed. “It’s your decision, Pansy. I promise you that I can help.”

Pansy frowned, studying Susan’s face for a moment, looking for any sign of insincerity before she turned towards Hermione with a searching gaze.

The brunette sighed, her shoulders slumping the tiniest of degrees before she nodded.

“Like she said, it’s your decision Pansy. I’ll be here the entire time if anything were to go wrong.”

Pansy nodded, a tired breath slipping past her lips as she weighed her options.

The idea of someone digging around her thoughts and memories still did not sit right in her chest, but so too did the thought of continuing to live with the constant Nightmare’s and heart-gripping terror every night. She couldn’t take it for much longer.

“Okay,” she finally said with a nod. “Do it.”

Susan took a steeling breath as she stood and raised her wand. Pansy stared down the pointed tip, her heart hammering against her ribs as the redhead spoke aloud the incantation.

“Legilimens!”

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Not for the first time, Harry could not believe how utterly similar Amelia and Susan were. Not only in personality—though Susan did tend to exude a more quiet shy nature at times—but physically as well. From the river of auburn waves that adorned their heads to the gravity defying assets that clung to their figures, both Bones women could easily be mistaken as sisters had Amelia been ten years younger.

That being said, the elder Bones witch held a certain…maturity that Susan had yet to obtain. Magic ensured that many of the negative effects of aging were almost nonexistent, while the benefits were more prominent. This meant that Amelia’s figure held no wrinkles or sagging to speak of. Her body was fuller, more refined—accentuating her already mouth watering assets with a healthy tenderness around the edges. Yet where her figure was more tender, the softness of youth was absent in the sharp lines of her features, giving her smokey gazes and hungry stares an intensity that never failed to take his breath away.

Susan was the perfect example of youthful desire. 

Amelia was the tantalizing allure of aged sensuality. 

Both were lust made flesh.

A fact that Harry could not help but marvel at as Amelia sensually massaged his rigid length between the pillowy expanse of her breasts.

He groaned, unable to contain his sounds of pleasure as the older witch worked his cock. Her grey eyes were locked with his, piercing into his very soul. Despite the hot water cascading down their forms, her tits glided up and down his cock. The spell she’d used earlier ensured her breasts remained thoroughly oiled and lubed, though he’d been far too distracted by the rest of her nude figure to catch the incantation. By the time he even had the presence of mind to ask, the older witch was already on her knees and sliding his cock between her pillowy globes.

“That’s it~” Amelia cooed as Harry let out another groan of pleasure. She used her hands to work her tits in opposite directions, grinding her velvety flesh against his cock. “Let it all out. I wish to hear every sweet sound of your pleasure.”

Harry cursed slowly under his breath, unconsciously thrusting his hips forward. Amelia took this as a sign to up the ante, squeezing him tighter within her weighty bust while she bounced on her knees. He clenched his eyes shut as another wave of pleasure threatened to undo him.

“Keep your eyes open for me Harry, please,” she begged, her voice thick with lust and another emotion Harry did not have the presence of mind to place. “I wish to look upon them as you erupt. I wish to look into Lily’s eyes as her son paints me with his cum~”

“Amelia—!” Harry began, but it was too late.

With a groan he tumbled over the edge. Ropes upon ropes of molten hot cum rained down upon the eager redhead, her mouth open wide with awe as his seed splashed against her face and tongue. The entire time his eyes remained open, staring deep into the wonder filled grey orbs of Amelia as her own moans joined his.

“Fuck!” he gasped as his orgasm waned. The last spurt of cum left a trail of white across Amelia’s left breast, joining the rest of his load as it dripped from her face. The Bones matriarch paid the sticky substance no mind. She was far too busy staring up at him, her pupils nearly taking up the entirety of her irises as her breaths left her in thick, heady pants.

Without a word, the older witch surged forward. Harry grunted as he was suddenly shoved against the shower wall with Amelia’s arse pressed against his crotch. Her weighty cheeks squeezed his cock as her hands guided his own up to her oiled breasts.

“Inside,” Amelia spoke, her voice thick with lust and need.

Harry sank his hands into the mountain of flesh that made up her breasts, her hardened, galleon sized nipples digging into his palms. He tilted his head forward, his lips a hair's breadth away from her ear.

“Beg,” he replied, unwilling to give up full control even to the Director of the DMLE herself.

Amelia whimpered, her hips pitching back to grind her shapely arse against him, but Harry would not be so easily persuaded.

Releasing her tits, he grabbed hold of her hips and twisted. This time, it was Amelia’s turn to grunt as she was slammed tits first into the tiled shower wall. With a speed not even her seasoned Auror reflexes could combat, Harry snatched both her wrists and pinned them behind her back, leaving her completely vulnerable to him.

For some reason, this only served to drive the older witch wild. Her arse pitched and jerked, grinding against his cock as if desperate for any sort of simulation. Harry responded with a thunderous smack of his hand against her arse cheek.

“I said—” he growled, giving the older witch’s arse another spank that only served to make her moan whorishly against the tiled shower wall. “—Beg.”

The older witch was silent for a moment, her hips stilling before…

“Please.”

It was little more than a whisper, the word tilted and forced. He’d hardly call it begging, but Harry would take it. He was feeling generous today.

…That and because his own body was practically screaming for him to take the older witch already.

He entered her swiftly, her folds spreading for him eagerly as his cock pierced her weeping cunt. Amelia practically melted into him with a low, smokey moan. Not for the first time Harry couldn’t help but wonder if the sudden switch from dominant seductress to submissive slut was a side effect of the flower’s blessing, or if the big bad Director Bones truly was a needy whore at heart.

Whichever the case, Harry was more than happy to fill her needs. Slamming his hips forward with a thunderous ‘CLAP!’, he grabbed a fistfull of the woman's blood red hair to use as leverage. 

Amelia more than approved of his choice of hand holds, her mouth gaping open as a loud, keening cry tumbled free. Harry smirked to himself as he gave her hair another tug and slammed inside her once more.

It seems hair pulling was another similarity the Bones women shared.

“Ah ah ah~! H–Harder! Yes!” Amelia chanted, her pussy clenching and gushing around his pounding cock wildly.

Her arse rippled with every thrust, his slamming hips causing a tsunami of flesh that jiggled in waves. Despite this being far from the first time he’s fucked the elder Bones from the back, he still couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of her rippling cheeks. Briefly he wondered if her breasts would produce a similar effect. No doubt if she weren’t currently pushed up against the shower wall the older witch’s tits would be jiggling just as wildly, but he’s never seen it for himself always preferring to bend the older woman over the first convenient surface and fucking her until her knees gave out. He certainly enjoyed watching Susan bouncing and smacking together whenever she rode him. Harry had no doubt Amelia’s would produce a similarly alluring sight. 

Any further fantasies of Amelia and Susan’s tits were soon dashed as the older woman gave a loud, ear-ringing squeal. Harry grunted as her pussy tightened around him, the telltale signs of her climax. Tugging harder on her hair, Harry did not stop his thrusts, pounding the older woman right through her climax and into a sudden and surprising second only a few dozen seconds later.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his hips moving so fast and hard that the words were almost drowned out by the loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Amelia, though, had heard. She moaned, the sound slurred and half-conscious as she pitched her hips back, meeting his thrusts head on.

“Fill me,” she gasped. “Give me what Lily never could.”

Harry wasn’t sure exactly what the redhead meant by his words, but he was hardly in the right state of mind to care either. The current dominant part of his brain—the part that fuelled his savage desires—only need to hear her firs two words to finally let loose.

Harry slammed into the older witch a final time with a low growl. His cock throbbed inside her, filling her with thick jets of his seed.

Amelia cooed in delight as he fulfilled her need, filling her cunt to the brim with his cum until he was all but forced to pull free from her ravagely used hole.

She sank to the ground, Harry guided her the entire way collapsing on the shower floor with Amelia on his lap. He studied her intently. Cum stained the inside of her thighs just as the remnants of his first climax clung to the older witch’s face and hair. Her pale, freckled flesh was flush from a mixture of the steam and exertion. She looked, for the most part, well and thoroughly fucked, and yet still his desire for her burned, his cock hardending once more between her thighs.

Amelia groaned as she felt him stiffen between her legs. Cracking an eye open she studied him for a silent moment before seemingly coming to a decision. With a wave of her hand, the shower shut off and she turned back to him with a lazy smile.

“Summon our things for me?”

Confused, Harry did so, raising his hand and calling forth their discarded clothes and wand. The moment Amelia’s wand landed in her outstretched palm Harry felt the world spin around him before the sensation of being squeezed through a small tube forced him to clamp his eyes shut. He only reopened them when the uncomfortable sensation of apparition faded. The steam filled expanse of Amelia’s private shower was gone, replaced instead by a tastefully decorated Victorian-era bedroom, complete with a myriad of tapestries ranging from deep browns and yellows to warm rustic reds and burnt copper.The bed they were settled on was covered in similarly hued duvets and blankets. 

Atop him, Amelia shifted, throwing away their clothes and wands once more before settling back against his chest with her legs straddling his waist. 

“Perks of being the head of my own department,” she murmured while nipping playfully at his jawline. “I can apparate myself and whoever I choose whenever I want.”

Harry responded to her playful bites by grabbing hold of her arsecheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Handy that.”

“Indeed.”

Not another word was spoken even as their hips moved together, his cock once more sinking into her cum soaked folds. They didn’t speak until he was fully inside her once more, her pussy already clenching tightly around him.

“I shall have to write Filius and Minevra. I highly doubt you’ll be making it back to the castle tonight.” Amelia murmured, her hips already rocking back and forth with small rhythmic movements.

“What about Susan?” he asked, his hands sinking deeper into the older woman’s pillowy bum.

“We’ll have to make it up to her. Miss Granger as well,” Amelia hummed, her face already flushing with pleasure. “Ah~! The three of you will spend the winter break here in a few weeks—Hng!”

Any further discussion was cut short as the pleasure became too much for either of them to ignore. Soon enough the master bedroom of Bones Manor was filled with only the sounds of slapping thrusts and pleasure filled moans.

Back at Hogwarts, a familiar flower trilled. A new mate has been chosen, though the flower knew this one was different. It could not claim her for its chosen as it had the others, or perhaps it simply did not see the need. The flower’s whims were sometimes a mystery even to itself, its wants were not linear nor tangible as a conscious being’s were. Either way, the flower was happy and when it was happy it desired to reward those that had caused such joy.

The modern spells and potions of today’s witches were trivial to overcome for something whose own magic stemmed from the very wild and raw essence of the Earth itself. As it’s chosen brought his new mate to another joyous end, the flower wiped away the contraceptive potion lingering in the elder red one’s womb. With a satisfied trill it coaxed its chosen’s seed to take root, doing so with ease and another happy trill.

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Author’s Note

Um…Surprise?

Thanks for reading!