The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rowling would not do this to these sweet people.


Ch 6 – The Panties

As promised, Harry was home around three, to find that his wife was not home. She had been called into the office, to meet with her head. For a moment, Harry considered going down there and throwing his weight around. But he shook the idea off. Even after all these years, she still hated it when he tried to fight her battles for her.

Knowing his wife as well as he did, he knew that she was going to be tired and cranky when she came home. She just didn’t have the temperament for office politics. Otherwise she would be advancing to the head office faster then she was. But she really didn’t care, preferring instead to putter around in her lab, working on potions whose uses seemed to make sense to only her.

As he poured himself a glass of fire whiskey, and kicked off his shoes, he wondered how long he had to wait for her to finally decide that she wanted to teach. Everyone knew she was meant to be a Potion’s Professor, everyone but her, it seemed. Even Snape was waiting for his daughter to take his position at Hogwarts, so he could finally assume the Dark arts teaching position. That had apparently been the deal McGonagall had made with him.

Get your daughter to take over teaching Potions, and you can have the Dark Arts position.

Ruthless. Simply ruthless.

The front door slammed, and he could hear the angry steeps of Lucky walking his way.

She entered the library, and sat down on the couch, her head thrown over the back. With a blind hand, she began fumbling for the pewter box on the end table. As she grasped it, she gave a sigh, and pulled out a cigarette. She tapped the end of it with her wand, and inhaled deeply.

She had quit smoking before the World Cup, and she only now smoked when she was really stressed. Harry smiled and walked over to the couch, sitting next to her, reaching out to rub the back of her neck.

“Tough day at the office today, dear?”

She sneered, and mimicked her boss. “‘Mrs. Potter. As a member of this branch of Experimental spells and potions, you are aware that you are required to make monthly reports, EVERY month.’ Merlin, what an asshole.”

“He has a point.”

“Oh, please, this coming from the man who could barley get his homework in on time.” She leaned into the neck rub. “‘And further more, MRS. POTTER, it has come to my attention that you have been using Class A non-Tradable goods in your potions. Do not think that your husband’s standing in the community will help you if this continues.’ The little shit doesn’t know that I have been making successful potions, which use class A non-tradable goods since I was twelve.”

“Perhaps it’s time that you leave. You can still make the potions here, and you won’t have to report to him every month.”

“He was just appointed. I think that he is trying to make a name for himself. Thinks he is going to be nex next Minister of Magic.”

Harry made a commiserating noise. “It’s okay. He won’t be so big when he realizes that by antagonizing you, he isn’t going to be making his yearly quota.”

“That’s another thing. Why, if we are EXPERIMENTAL spells and potions, do we have a yearly quota?” Lucky put out the cigarette, half smoked, and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Maybe we should talk to Dumbledore?”

“Nah. Just wait him out. When he reports to Dumbledore, you know he is going to ask how you are doing, and the ass is going to reply that you are not working as fast as he wants, and then Dumbledore will do that thing he does. Then the ass is going to be all sweetness and kindness for the rest of the year.”

“Ah, yes. The Dumbledore thing. It defies explanation, but everyone cringes in fear when he does it.”

“I do.”

“Poor baby. Shall I kiss and make it better?”

“Yes please.”

She reached up and pulled his mouth down on hers. “All better?”

“If I say no, will you do that again?” He smiled, his little boy lost smile, the one that almost always broke her heart.

“Yes.” She kissed him again, deeper this time, and Harry groaned in his throat as his body responded. His hands went out and began to unbutton the blouse she had worn. As soon as he was able to part the sides, he slid his hand in and pulled the bra cups down. Pulling away from her lips, he smiled and looked down at her chest.

“Hello, ladies.” He slid off the couch, and knelt at her feet. “How are you this afternoon?”

He leaned forward, capturing one of the hardened nipples between his lips, biting slightly as he suckled. She gasped and arched her back, offering him more. Harry placed a hand on her other breast, kneading it as he tended to the first one. She shifted her feet, parting her legs enough for him to move in between them, to get closer.

Harry moved to the other breast, his hand sliding up her thigh, under her skirt. He tugged on the straps to her panties, and began working them down her legs. He moved back a few inches, to make it possible to remove her panties. Throwing them over his shoulder, he leaned back in to kiss her knees, through the silk stalkings that she wore.

Lucky sighed, shifted her thighs apart, and slid her hands into his hair, pulling him close. He placed on of her knees on his shoulder, then leaned forward, parting the wet folds with his fingers. When his mouth came into contact with that burning flesh, she hissed, and arched her foot, digging the heel of her shoe into his back.

Her fingers grasped convulsively into his hair, holding him against her as he explored the depths of her wetness, eagerly, with his fingers and tongue.

It wasn’t long before Harry had her on the edge, of the couch, of life, of orgasm.

Raising his head, he rubbed the hot little kernel of pleasure with his thumb, while meeting her glazed eyes. “Come for me, baby. Now.”

She moaned and threw her head against the back of the couch. “Then get back to work Potter.”

*******

Ron opened the door, and walked into Hope’s Return. The place was still, and he opened his mouth to call out to Harry. He stopped when he heard Lucky give a groan of pain.

Pulling out his wand, he raced to the library, to stop in shock at the purely erotic scene before him. Harry was on his knees, his hands holding his wife’s thighs open, while he orally pleasured her. His glasses were fogged, and his eyes closed.

Lucky was laying on the couch, the lower half of her body hangiff tff the cushions, one hand on her breast, the other buried in Harry’s hair. She gave a little moan, deep in her throat, and arched her throat. “Harry.....mmmmmm....”

“Good girl....” Harry whispered against the springy black curls. “That’s my good girl.”

She reached out and grabbed one of his hands, pulling on it to slide off the couch and onto his lap. Harry planted a kiss on her collar bone, then met her lips with his, their tongues mating.

Ron stood for a moment in shock, then he began to back out of the room embarrassed, hoping to leave without being noticed.

Lucky laid her head on Harry’s shoulders, her eyes fluttering, before they widened, and her head popped up. “Hello Ron.”

Harry whipped his head around, peering at his best friend through the foggy lenses of his glasses. “Hey Ron.”

Ron felt his mouth go dry. He turned his back, and cleared his throat. “Sorry. I was early.”

He could hear the sound of fabric, as hopefully his friends were getting off the floor, and hopefully Lucky’s skirt was going back down to her knees, covering that sweet little....NO! He was not going to think about it. This was Harry’s wife, and he had been early, and everyone knew that Harry and Lucky went at it like animals. Where was Voldemort when you really needed to disappear?

When silence descended into the library, Ron finally turned, to see his best friend sitting in one of the armchairs, across from the couch that his wife had just been laid upon. Lucky was sitting on the arm of the chair, her legs crossed, her cheeks attractively warmed from her recent orgasm. Ron didn’t know what to do, but sit on the couch. Across from the pair, trying desperately to ignore the white lace panties, half hidden under the chair that Harry was currently sitting in.

“So....What can we do for you, Ron?” Lucky asked, her hands fluttering.

“I was just wondering if you two were going to be going to the Fair in the village. Then if you were, if you minded that I tagged along.” Don’t think about it, Ron, he told himself. It doesn’t matter that you know exactly how it feels to be between those impossibly long legs, bringing her to pleasure with your mouth. Harry doesn’t know that the two of you had a fling while he was fighting with her, because if he did, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near his wife. You know how possessive he is.

“Oh, is that today?” she looked down at Harry, shock written on her face.

“Yeah. Didn’t you get the memo?” He looked up at her, a grin on his face.

“No. Remind me to fire my assistant.”

“That’s harsh. I am sure that she didn’t mean it.”

“He. My assistant is a he. Connor.”

“Fire him.”

“Yes, dear.”

“So,.” Ron cut in, pulling his eyes off the panties. “Are you two going?”

“Yes.” Lucky stood up, walking out of the room. “I am going to go get cleaned up.”

Harry sighed, and shrugged. “I promised her.”

Ron nodded, his mind somewhere south of his belt. Those panties were taunting him, begging him to pick them up. When he had realized that he was seeing what he was seeing, he had wanted to be where Harry was, his mouth on the wet flesh between Lucky’s legs, feeling the rippling of her flesh as she came.

He was jolted out of his thoughts, groaning silently as he realized his pants were a size too small, when Harry asked, “So..how were things at the shop when you left?”

Ron had gone to work for Fred and George after school, and was now running one of the shops geared towards Muggles in London. He shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I think that the Ministry might be calling soon. We accidentally received a shipment meant for Diagon Alley.”

Harry nodded. “This wouldn’t be the first time that it’s happened.”

‘Yes, but it would be the first time that I put the merchandise on the shelves before I noticed the problem.” Ron shook his head. “We sold fifteen units before we realized what had happened.”

“Ouch.” Harry winced. “That might cause some problems.”

“Tell me about it.” Ron took a deep breath. Think of something else besides the panties. Please. “Mom said that Lucky wanted to buy one of Percy’s kids.”

“Yeah, but I vetoed it. I don’t want any redheaded stepchildren.”

Ron met Harry’s eyes. “Yeah. I can see how that would be a problem.”

Lucky’s voice came down from the stairs. “Harry, you need to do something with that hair if we are going out intolic.lic.”

“Yes, Dear.” Harry stood up, shrugging. “She is right. Be back in a moment.”

Unable to sit on the couch any longer, Ron got to his feet, wandering around the room. He looked at all the little Knick Knacks, ones that Harry had brought home from his trips with the Aurors, ones that had been sent to the pair by friends oversees, ones that they had brought home with them from their Honeymoon.

He made his way over to the armchair that Harry had occupied, near the fireplace, to stare at the plastic knights that were placed in front of the clock. He looked down, to see his shoe was untied. Ron bent down to tie it, swallowing as he realized his fingers were inches from the lacey panties that had been tossed there.

He stared at the panties. The panties stared back. His hand went out, almost in slow motion, to close over them, feeling the silky lace catch on his fingers. Pulling them towards him, his heart almost stopped when he heard steps coming down the stairs. Quick as lightning, he shoved the panties in his pocket and stood up.

Lucky entered the room, fiddling with her hair, dressed in a gauzy white blouse, see through, with a white buster thing underneath, paired with a pair of jeans and a pair of loafers, without socks. Ron felt the breath in his throat catch as he was struck by how sexy she looked when she wasn’t trying.

“You ready to go, Ron?” Harry leapt down the stairs behind her, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. She laughed when he pinched her rear as he passed her. Ron nodded as she followed Harry out of sight.

The Potters were alreadt tht the door when he joined them. Lucky smiled at him, and he could feel the rush of blood up his neck.

“Everything all right, Ron?” Harry, a worried look on his face, asked.

“Yeah, everything Is fine, Harry.”