Balstram Way was quieter in the middle of the night. There was no one to watch as Harry and Anastasia appeared and stumbled up a walkway, the latter draped over the former. She was still biting his neck. Harry wasn't sure whether to thank Amelia or curse her; he just knew that she was behind this.
He fumbled with the handle. When he didn't get it open in a timely manner, Anastasia reached behind her back and tried to help. Both of them fumbled around in the dark, slowing each other down if anything. Anastasia laughed out loud, making Harry do the same. He got his fingers on the handle and gave it the right push.
They stumbled inside together, still wrapped up in a mess of limbs. Harry kicked the door closed behind them, making it slam loudly. There was no one around to be bothered.
He pulled Anastasia into the room where they'd met and talked. The mounted Nogtail head watched with unseeing eyes as she grabbed the collar of his dress robes and started tearing them open.
Harry grabbed her wrists. He pulled them away from his clothes. For a second, Anastasia looked scared.
He put the corner of his lips to her temple, whispering. "You didn't make a mistake. I invited you to a ball, but nobody ended up dancing. Let me correct that."
He pulled one of Anastasia's arms out to the side. The other one, Harry slid his arm underneath, touching her back. The feeling of his fingers made her lean up straighter.
"There's no music," she said.
"There can be. What do you want?"
"Celestina Warbeck. You Charmed the Heart Right Out of Me."
"Consider it done."
Harry took a deep breath.
"Oh, my poor heart, where has it gone? It's left me for a spell! But I don't mind—"
"Stop, stop!" Anastasia was gasping with laughter. "What is that? That's not music, that's just you belting the lyrics out!"
"Well, I'm sorry to say, I've never been much of a singer—"
"I thought you were going to conjure a record, or make the song play in the air!"
"Even I have limits," Harry said. "I can't do anything with magic. Do you know how complicated a spell like that would be? Even Dumbledore couldn't cast it."
"And you can't either?" Anastasia asked.
"Your confidence warms my heart. But with most things magical, Albus was always better than me."
Harry held back the one thing he was better at, his smile slightly sad. Using magic to kill.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"You actually mean to go through with this?"
"I see a gorgeous woman in front of me, un-danced. How could I ignore a crisis like that?"
"You—" Anastasia cut off, shaking her head. "At least let me sing it. I won't sound so much like a ghoul."
Harry gasped. "I'd say I'll remember that, but I have the unshakeable feeling that your singing will be too perfect for me to tease."
Anastasia quirked her lips. "What makes you say that?"
"You have the look of a singer." When she said nothing, Harry tightened his arms around her. "Ready when you are."
She took a deep breath, then a second one.
"Oh, my poor heart, where has it gone?
It's left me for a spell
But I don't mind, 'cause with you I find
I'm always feeling well…"
Anastasia's voice was sweet like honey. After the first few words, once she found her groove, Harry started to guide her.
The room was terrible! It was full of chairs and a coffee table, the walls crowded with bookshelves and paintings. For them, it was perfect. Each time their back dislodged a book from a shelf, they would giggle. When Harry's heel hit the coffee table and pushed it back an inch, Anastasia nearly forgot the words.
"You charmed the heart right out of me
Don't need no broom, I'm flying free
I think by now it's plain to see
I'm nothing without you…"
"Your every wish is my command
My fragile heart is in your hand
And now, at last, I understand
The magic about you!"
Harry could feel Anastasia's body. His hand was on her slender back, tracing the ridge where her flesh curved down to the spine. On their outstretched hands, the fingers were interlocked.
He felt Anastasia's fingers tighten, taking a grip of his sleeve. Their eyes met. She smiled.
"I'm losing all control
My chest is one big hole
Inside you'll see my soul
Happy as can be
'Cause, babe, you charmed the heart right out of me!
You charmed the heart right of me
To my whole life you hold the key
You cast your spell and suddenly
I cannot forget you!"
Anastasia's foot hooked on the coffee table. It had been a matter of time. She went down fast, fearful for a moment, until her body stopped before the impact. She was floating. Gently, she landed with her back on the table, her feet sticking off. Harry knelt in front of her, still holding one of her hands.
"I've got you," he said.
Anastasia stared at him for a few seconds. There was a blush on her cheeks and a look in her eyes.
"This feeling's utter bliss
Yet something seems amiss
Like a Dementor's Kiss
You're consuming me!"
She lost the singing lilt to her voice as she sat up straighter, staring wide-eyed at Harry, who'd brought her hand to his mouth and taken one of her fingers inside. She put her other hand across her chest as she watched him drag his mouth back, revealing the finger that had been stowed inside, sucking as he went.
Harry popped his lips off. "Keep singing," he said.
Anastasia shivered. She breathed quicker when he moved on to her next finger, worshipping it the same way.
There was a tremor in her gorgeous singing when she picked the song up again.
"—And now you've torn it quite apart
I'll thank you to give me back my heart!"
"Cause, you charmed the heart right out of me!
But I need a heart for loving thee
So give it back, together we
Can love till forever!"
Anastasia was taking a deep breath between each line. As she sang, Harry had worked over every finger. His mouth was never more than gentle, worshipping such small parts of her like they were great treasures. Anastasia's eyes resembled the round wall-mounted clock as Harry sunk toward the bottom of her dress robes.
He looked her in the eyes as he reached up the long skirt, his arms brushing her bare legs.
"You may have not played fair—" There was a warble in her singing, growing louder as she felt her panties slide to and past her ankles "But, frankly, I don't care…"
Harry pushed his head straight up her dress. She felt his hands on her hips, keeping her steady.
Then she felt his tongue meet her lips, sliding inside with the same dutiful attention her fingers had been treated to.
Anastasia whipped her head. Her back jerked up, shoulder blades meeting. "Cause without you I despair— Lost in misery!"
Her vulva shook. Even though it could no longer speak their language, Harry's tongue moved like a serpent. He went deep, seeking her core, then retreated to the area around her entrance, teasing everything as he went. Anastasia was wet. She had been when he started, might've been before they even got inside the house, and was only growing more so as the seconds ticked by, announced by the clock on the wall. Tock, Tock, Tock.
"Oh, babe, you charmed the heart right out of—"
Her breath caught in a gasp that she narrowly recovered from.
"It's the one thing I've no doubt of—!"
Harry swirled his tongue. The move was a favorite of many of the women he'd been with. Anastasia was no exception, given the way her thighs clamped down on either side of his head.
"Babe you charmed the heart right out of me!"
Anastasia's palms slapped down on the table. Harry couldn't see it, stuck in her dress as he was. But he could hear it. Smack! She sucked in such a deep breath that her diaphragm sounded like a vacuum cleaner.
Then, she belched it all out, and the song's last words weren't the only thing she released.
"Right out of me!" she screamed.
A wash of fluid poured into Harry's mouth. He pushed back, extricating himself from Anastasia's dress. The room's air felt cool against his skin after being trapped in a humid environment. She panted, her legs limp sticking off the table, and stared at his face.
Harry swished her juices around her mouth before visibly swallowing. He licked around his lips. By looking at her face, Harry was a bit worried that Anastasia's heart was going to beat straight out of her body.
"You're a good dancer," he said.
"What part of that was— Would you stop teasing me?" Anastasia asked. "My mind can't take much more, my body demands more, and I'm liable to go crazy if either doesn't get what it wants."
"If that's your wish," Harry said.
He sat back, planting his butt on the floor. His dress robes had a loose outer layer that constituted the robe part. When he put his arms out, this slid off and hit the floor. Underneath was a shirt and pants more similar to a Muggle suit.
He undid the buttons while Anastasia watched. At the bottom, he pulled his shirt open. She eyed his muscles with a hunger.
Her appetite grew when his fingers found the button at the top of his pants. It popped loose with one good push. He slid the zipper down. With a hook of his thumbs, his pants and the underwear beneath them came off.
Anastasia stared at his cock, standing up at an angle away from his body. It was throbbing, though Harry wasn't sure if she could see that.
She stared at it for a long time and might've stared much longer if Harry didn't clear his throat.
"Don't leave me feeling lonely," he said.
Anastasia came to life. She left her laying position in a half-scramble, going from inert to frantic. The fumbling with her zipper went on long enough that Harry was ready to offer his help.
"I've got it!" she said. And she did. With a soft hum, the zipper came down, loosening her dress enough that she could shimmy out of it.
Anastasia's bra was white. She had a relatively modest chest set atop an hourglass figure. Her hands met in a cup over her crotch. Amused, Harry almost pointed out that he had seen it much closer.
He didn't though, because Anastasia didn't need more wit. What she needed was a man who would hold her.
Harry spread his arms, inviting her down to his lap. She inched forward. When she was standing right in front of his legs, she couldn't keep herself covered anymore. Anastasia held her arms out to brace herself, sitting down into Harry's lap. He saw a flash of her pussy, then felt it against him, like a wet heating pad pressed onto his balls.
Smiling, Harry slid his arms around her, his fingers asking a silent question as they brushed the strap of her bra. Anastasia nodded. He popped it open with an almost imperceptible click.
She had pretty breasts. Firm, defiant against gravity, with the kind of nipples you would find on a topless model. Anastasia considered covering them. Her hands had started to move, Harry was just faster.
He kissed more than bit as he put his lips to one nipple, then the next. He looked up the whole time. Anastasia smouldered under his gaze.
Harry leaned his head back, a trail of spit still running to one of her pretty breasts.
"Whenever you're ready," Harry said.
"I— You want me to start on top? I can go on the bottom. I don't mind."
"Do you want that?" Harry asked. She didn't answer promptly, so he did it for her. "Start on top."
He leaned back, supporting his weight on his palms. The deep breath that Anastasia took did a wonderful thing to her breasts, making them shake in a certain way.
When she was ready, she placed her palms on his shoulders. They were a little slick with sweat. She planted her knees on the floor either side of Harry's lap. Leveraging herself, she hovered her pussy above his length.
When she dropped, she went far enough for the head to disappear inside. Her eyelids fluttered.
"It's just… large. I'm not used to…" She blushed.
"Take all the time you need," Harry said.
He waited lethargically, making no aggressive motions. It was like his body was a prop. His shoulders served as handlebars, while his cock was the headliner. Anastasia sank lower. The deeper that she went, the more she groaned and the quicker she breathed.
When she got to his base, Harry could feel her pussy clamping down with a strength he never expected in a mother of two.
He didn't say that she was tighter than he expected, of course, but Anastasia saw something on his face that made her explain anyway.
"Cygnus never went so deep. He was a very aggressive lover. For him, sex was always fast."
"In pace, or in length?"
Anastasia looked like she wasn't going to answer, until something in her face changed. She snorted out loud, shaking her head. "Both."
She started to ride him. It was jerky at first, which made Anastasia apologize profusely. Harry told her she had nothing to apologize for in the same calm voice each time, until the apologies stopped. Her riding picked up speed and gained strength. Soon, her tits were shaking like the gelatin from the Hogwarts Christmas feast.
Anastasia was very nearly crosseyed. "I didn' know — uh! — that a man's thing could go so — mm! — deep~"
"I'm full of surprises," Harry said.
Anastasia laughed loudly. "You cause so many that they stop being surprising!" Her chest shook and her pussy quivered on the inside, driving a strange noise from her mouth. "Nnnhhh. Mostly. They mostly stop being surprising. Sometimes, they still catch a witch off guard.
She rode him for a long while, during which she climaxed multiple times. After the first, Harry caught a look of shock on her face that gave away how unused to that she was when with a man.
She came thrice, by his count, before her riding slowed down. The way she was puffing for breath became less about climaxes and more about a burning in her legs. Harry finally sat up, putting his arms around her.
He connected his mouth to her nipples while she bounced in his grasp. Creating a trail upward, he ran his lips past her collar bones, up her neck, down her jawline, and stopped beside her ear.
"Shall I take over?"
"Please," Anastasia whispered, her eyes closed.
Harry picked her up like she was weightless. He laid her over the coffee table where he'd eaten her out, setting her longways across it. Her golden hair was a beautiful wedge behind her head, but it was far less beautiful than the way she smiled at him. Sweat made her skin glisten. He got a good grip on the outside of her thighs and dug his fingers in tightly. His cock had never slipped out of her, so he poised it with just the tip in.
"Ready?" he asked.
"No. I'm past ready. I need some other word now," Anastasia said. "Can I share something personal? I've never been able to understand the phrase making love. I've seen nothing that such words would describe. Could you… clarify it for me?"
She wasn't asking for an answer given in words, so the most Harry said was, "With pleasure."
He gave her a first thrust. Anastasia groaned, then did it again after the second one. Harry held her legs firmly enough they wouldn't move, without crossing the line into being painful.
"Hah… Hah… Ooh…" Anastasia breathed deeply and slowly, her eyes closed and her face peaceful. Her back started to arch, lifting her stomach off the table. "Hah… Hah…"
She was gorgeous. Not just her breasts or her shaved and trimmed vulva. Harry found himself staring at her face— the rosy tint in her cheeks, the way she scrunched her button nose whenever he slid into her, or how her long lashes curled each time she batted them.
His right hand left her leg, allowing her foot to flop down on the floor. His thumb pressed onto the top of her entrance. Harry started rubbing circles. Immediately, Anastasia's gasps grew louder.
"Hah! Ah! Ah!"
Her stomach was high in the air. The toes on each of her feet curled up and balled. She climaxed again, twice, the pair coming so close together that they almost blended into one.
Barely a minute later, she grabbed Harry's wrist with both of her hands.
"No more of that," she begged. "It's too much. I'll pass out. I don't want to miss a second of this."
Harry paused, smiling. He moved his thumb away.
The next time he thrust, he bent down over Anastasia's body.
"Ffmmf!" he captured her lips, to her surprise and delight. Harry's hands landed on hers and wove together, the way he'd held her hand during their dance. The coffee table's legs rattled, but that sound was nothing compared to his grunts and Anastasia's groans.
His cock was growing heavy. Even thinking of Grawp in a tutu — Harry's usual go-to for averting an orgasm — couldn't save him from the sensations of Anastasia's body.
She swung her legs around his hips and squeezed him. They kissed a few seconds longer before Harry lifted his head. When they made eye contact, Anastasia knew what was happening.
She didn't loosen her legs.
"You promised to show me the phrase's meaning," she said with an impressive amount of innocence. "How will you do that if you stop partway?"
Harry didn't freeze for long. He lay back on top of her, thrusting harder, right until his dick erupted inside of her.
She sucked up a huge breath. It looked like she was going to say something, until Harry rolled the two of them sideways.
He carried her off the table and onto the floor, still thrusting. The noise Anastasia made was adorable, like something a chipmunk might say.
"All the way, right?" Harry asked. "Hang on tight."
He fucked Anastasia until there was an outline of sweat beneath her body. He fucked her until the hands on the wallclock had traveled another sixth of their journey. Maybe most importantly, he fucked her until she didn't think twice about dragging her nails across his back, or mussing her fingers up in his hair. She said what she wanted and screamed his name. "Don't stop, Harry! Harder, Harry! Harry, I'm cumming!"
More than two hours after they fumbled their way into 512 Balstram Way, Harry was back in the chair they used for their first official meeting. Anastasia was sharing it with him, cuddled into his lap with her hip on his thigh. His cock was limp between his legs, a spot of cum staining the upholstery right above the tip. That was nothing compared to the slow-yet-steady stream of it leaving Anastasia's hole. As she cuddled against him, she was lazily chewing on his neck. Again, Harry shook his head, wondering what Amelia had unleashed.
Anastasia suddenly went higher, placing a kiss onto his cheek. The kiss came with a whisper.
"I get it now."
Harry pulled her closer with an arm around her back. They slept in the chair that night for as long as they could get away with.