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Halloween: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2021-11-20 16:25:14 +0000 UTCA/N: This is set in an AU. Keep reading and things will get cleared up.
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Harry Potter touched down and swung his Firebolt over his shoulder as he made his way to the showers. Once inside, he stripped down and turned the shower on, washing off the sweat and grime that clung to his skin. Despite late October, the weather in the south of France was warm.
Harry was the star seeker of the French champions Marseille Drones. He was offered the starting spot as their seeker was retiring and Harry didn't think twice. A world-class team that had won the European Cup the previous year offering you a starting spot is not something a sensible player would have turned down. His agent and stepmother Narcissa Potter had done a great job negotiating the deal.
Done with his shower, Harry made his way out and bid the coaches and fellow players goodbye. The international break was due to start for two weeks and he had been granted rest, so Harry was set to make his way back to England and visit his dad and stepmother for Halloween. His mother had passed away when he was a year old. His father was hung up on her for a long time, dedicating himself to raising him and his job. But after almost a decade, he gave in to the nagging of his best friend to date again. Fast forward another decade and he was married to his best friend’s cousin after he set them up.
Harry stood outside the training complex and looked around. The Marseille Drones training area was located near the sea, and the entire beach was visible from where he was standing. The beach was illuminated in the sunlight that shone brightly in a cloudless sky, and there was the usual hustle-bustle of the tourists but none of it held his interest at all. All his attention was on what lay right in front of his eyes.
"Hey, pup." A familiar voice called to him.
"Hey, Padfoot, you made it!" He said back with a large smile on his face as he took in the fantastic view in front of him, "Nice one." He complimented the car that Sirius had come in – a highly modified silver Aston Martin DB7.
"So, you ready to go home or are you just gonna stand there staring all day?" Sirius asked with a grin on his face.
Harry hadn't realized that he had been staring so hard, but a vehicle like that just had to be stared at.
"Yeah, let's be off. Can I take it for a spin?" He asked, still not taking his eyes from the car as he walked closer.
"No way pup, I've only just got it, I don't want it crashed and smashed up already. Plus, I don't want my dear cousin erupting right over me. A real spitfire, I tell you." Sirius said with a shudder.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Harry said sarcastically as he walked around to the passenger side and sat down.
"Man, this is some car Padfoot." He said as he looked at the brand-new interior, custom modified by Sirius.
"You ain't seen anything yet, kiddo. Fasten your belt cause this baby's gonna rock you!" Sirius shouted just before he burned the car out into the road.
"Yeah? Let's seeeeeeee" Harry's words were lost in the wind as the ultra-modified car tore through.
***
Narcissa placed the quill back down by the parchment and smiled broadly to herself. The sponsor had been tough to win around but her charm never failed, and sure enough, she had just earned her boy yet another fat amount of extra bonuses because of that sponsorship deal.
Leaning back in her chair she let herself relax with her hands folded on her stomach and smiled down at the parchment on her desk.
As she smiled triumphantly at the agreement, she heard a gentle knock on the door.
"Come in." She called, and with one final smile of triumph at the agreement, she looked up and saw Nym, her niece, walking in, holding a file in her hands.
"This came for you from the foundation, aunty," Tonks said with a friendly voice.
Narcissa liked being informal at the workplace, especially when she had become friendly with her staff over some time. She thought that it helped the work environment.
"Ah forget it for now." She waved her away with a smile as she stood up and smoothed her business suit. "It can wait till Monday now, you get off and go home early, it's the weekend, go and enjoy yourself, Nym."
Nym Tonks smiled back at her and stopped walking towards the table.
"You know some rules around the workplace are good, aunty," Tonks said with a grin.
"Yeah, but hey, what's life if you don't break a few rules, eh?" She replied with a smile of her own and she walked over to the coat stand to pick up her coat. "And besides, I can get away with anything." And with that, she gave her most innocent look and they both burst into fits of giggling.
"Come on then before we're caught," Tonks said as she walked out of the office, "I'll buy you a drink."
"Not today Nym, I've gotta get straight home. James and I are going to this Halloween party tonight and I've got a special surprise for him." Narcissa replied as she closed the door behind her and locked it.
"Ooo, really." Tonks said with a knowing smile, "You got that dress then?"
Narcissa just grinned and gave her niece a smirk.
"So… someone will be getting laid tonight then," Tonks said after she stopped giggling again.
"God I hope so." She replied, trying hard not to let her true feelings show. They just looked seriously at each other for a moment though and then they both burst out laughing. She was not usually like this but given how much she was looking forward to that night, she didn't care.
"So Narcissa, finally changed your mind? Gonna join me in my office before you go home, eh?" Narcissa heard the voice and immediately knew it was Theodore Bracken, an associate she had to, unfortunately, put up with. She reluctantly turned around.
"Not even in your dreams Bracken." She answered back and she rolled her eyes as she looked at Tonks and yawned. Tonks just smiled back at her.
"You're always in my dreams." He said to her with what he hoped was a charming smile.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She chided back at him and turned away to walk away. "Now sod off." She called over her shoulder at him as he stood by Tonks watching her ass sway.
"You know, this is getting really embarrassing now Bracken," Tonks said as she patted him on his back and walked away.
***
Harry opened the door as Sirius stopped the car outside the house. They had covered the entire distance from Southern France to England in a mere two hours.
"Well, that was something, I'll give you that, Padfoot, you'll have to let me have a go at it one day." He said to Sirius as he stood there admiring the beautiful machine again.
Sirius laughed before he answered, "One day, kiddo, one day."
Harry's smiled, "Anyway, I suppose I better go. Catch ya later Pad."
"Yeah, see ya later pup," Sirius replied and then burned the car off to speed away down the street.
Harry turned around holding his bag on his shoulder and slowly walked up the driveway to the house, all the while thinking about Sirius' new car. He couldn't believe how fast the thing was, and how smooth a ride. Smiling to himself, he walked up the twisting driveway feeling the warm, gentle breeze.
Entering the house, he went to the dining area to get himself a drink. Walking out to the living room, he found them sitting on the couch.
His dad was reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet while sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual work attire of a simple shirt, pants and tie with his blazer laid over the armrest, and his stepmother was beside him, drinking some orange juice.
"Hey dad, hey Cissy." He said as he threw his duffel bag under the kitchen table and went straight to the fridge.
"Oh, Harry," his stepmother put the glass on the counter and rushed to give him a hug.
"Alright Kid." His dad answered without taking his eyes from the paper. He was your typical middle-aged man, never took his eyes off when it was the sports pages; completely oblivious to everything when anything to do with Quidditch was in front of his face. Harry sometimes wondered if his dad would register an earthquake while he was engrossed in the columns.
"So how did you take so long, Harry?" His stepmom asked him.
"Oh! Padfoot picked me up in his new car and we took a detour. It was really great."
"Was it? That's nice. So, how are things at the club?"
"Well, to be honest, we are quite confident of the team we have, I believe the league is in the bag already." He answered back to her before sipping the water from his glass.
"Well, the state the league is in right now, I don’t see anyone challenging the Drones for the title." His dad said, folding the paper down in front of him. Obviously, he had finished the sports section.
Harry just laughed as he put the glass on the table after gulping it all down.
"So, you're staying at home, right? Not planning to visit somewhere, are you?" His dad asked him, leaning back in the chair.
"Na, it's home time for me. Jacques said it's good for us to have some time with family after training hard." Harry answered.
"Well, Rousseau is the best manager there is, so you better learn as much as you can Harry. It would also help in the future if you want to go down the managerial route after retirement." His dad said.
"So, what are your plans tonight?" Narcissa asked.
He leaned against the back of the sofa opposite his stepmother, "Well, haven't got anything planned yet so I'll probably stay in. You two?"
"Well, there's this Halloween party tonight." His stepmom said with a smile for his dad.
"Ah, about that,” his dad muttered, “I can't make it tonight, I got a late-night call-up tonight regarding the Jones case," James said, trying not to look at his wife.
Harry understood why his dad would be wary, even he knew that his stepmother had been looking forward to this party for very long and now she wouldn't be able to go. He could already see her face turning into a thunderhead and he thought it best if he left the married couple to it.
He turned gently towards the way to his bedroom and slowly began to move towards it, trying not to catch anyone's attention when his dad's voice made him suddenly freeze.
"Harry could go with you instead. He isn't doing anything and he was told to go and have fun with the family." His dad said hurriedly.
Harry stood still on the spot and turned around to say something to keep away from being involved when his stepmom spoke first, and he knew better than to interrupt a woman who wasn't happy.
"Harry can go? So, you’re unloading your responsibilities on Harry now," She said, her voice dangerously calm. Harry knew the next step was shouting. He had to run, he thought to himself, but he couldn't move as his dad shot her down.
"Come on, Cissy. You’re acting as if I don’t want to go to the party. I would’ve come with you if I could, but this can really not wait!" James said.
"I know that, but they wouldn't let him in, he's uninvited James! You know what happened last year!" His stepmom said, still not seeming to be calm. Harry was however surprised that Mount Cissy hadn’t erupted yet.
"They will. He will wear my costume and I bet even you won’t recognize him." His dad retorted and then visibly relaxed when he saw his wife considering what he said.
In any other scenario, Harry would've suggested Polyjuice but the league had listed it as a banned substance for professional athletes.
Harry was still standing still, but he watched his stepmother sigh and take a big swig of her orange juice.
"He wouldn't want to go anyway. He wouldn't want to spend time with his stepmom at some boring party for old people." His stepmother said to his father.
Harry didn't know what to say. She was right, he didn't want to spend a night drinking with his dad's people, but his stepmother really wanted to go. He mentally kicked himself for not getting away before his dad could throw him in front of the bludger.
"Hey Cissy, I don't mind going if you still want to go." He said finally, and when she looked at him doubtfully, he said, "Really. I had no plans for tonight anyway."
"Look honey you don't have to, okay…" His stepmother said as she turned around and placed the empty glass on the table.
"Honestly Cissy, I don't mind. Really." 'No, I do mind but I have no other choice damn it!' Harry said, but felt something else, and tried to reassure her as best he could that he really wanted to go and not just saying it to mollify her. 'Oh, who am I kidding? I am mollifying her.'
"Are you sure Harry?" She said, half relieved and half disappointed.
"I'm sure." 'Oh fuck my luck' and a bright smile lit up her face. She walked over and gave him a big hug, then she turned to walk out of the room so she could go and get ready. Great, now he was stuck on a night out with his stepmom. What a great and fun night this was going to be. Things didn't get any better when his dad gave him the costume he would be wearing. Harry sighed when he saw what ridiculousness his dad had stumbled on.
***
Narcissa stood admiring herself in the mirror as she finished smoothing her dress over her curvy body. She knew she looked hot, that was why she had bought the dress in the first place so that James wouldn't be able to resist her. Sadly all her plans got thrown down the gutter as when she would get home she would be horny and James would either still be away or he would be asleep, too tired from his assignment to pay her any attention.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself Mrs Potter," She said to herself in the mirror, as she tried to bury her arousal.
Adding some small touches to her make-up, she took one last look at herself, smiling at how hot she looked in the dress. Maybe one consolation was that James would be as sexually frustrated as she would be tonight after seeing her.
That thought made her smile turn feral as she turned and glided out of the room as gracefully as a ballerina.
Harry stood in the hallway and tried not to look at how stupid he looked in his reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. He felt like a moron, and worse, he looked like one too.
His dad obviously had the worst taste in costumes that he had ever seen, because his imagination stretched to an amazing length. He had gotten a Quidditch broom. How imaginative, Harry thought to himself. But that wasn't the worst of it.
The suit was the old ratty suit that resembled those Hogwarts broomsticks they used to teach the first years and was made of dull brown pants and shirt, which clung to his body. Lack of mobility aside, Harry was gawking at his reflection, as he could easily make out the bulge of his flaccid cock. He had a ridiculous mop of brown protrusions hanging over his head and an even more stupid small silver mask that covered his eyes and half of his nose. The only good thing about it was that the broom handle fit his body and showed his toning, but that didn’t discount the fact that he felt as if he were a fool.
'Harry Potter, Quidditch superstar by day and a moron by night. Fuck!'
He turned his gaze away from the reflection and tried to forget what he was wearing. That didn't take long as soon as he turned to see his stepmother walking down the stairs.
He had never thought of her as his mother, maybe because when she married his dad, he was already a grown-up, but he hadn’t thought of her in any way that would justify how he was seeing her right now. He had never seen his stepmother wear something like what she had on now. She slowly came walking down the stairs wrapped in a red dress that clung to every curve of her body, showing every contour of her perfect curves. He had never really noticed her as a woman before, she was just his stepmother who he saw more like an older friend, but this, Harry was sure his jaw was on the floor.
Narcissa Potter stood 5'7", but with the red high heels on she stood 5'9" when she finally stood in front of Harry. There was the skirt of the red dress that looked tattered and had rips coming up well past mid-thigh level showing Harry his stepmother's long creamy legs to perfection, as she wore red fishnet stockings too. Her flat stomach and slim waist highlighted the fact that she had never had a baby. Her long wavy blonde hair fell down her back and around her shoulders, framing her beautiful face which looked pale because of the red eyeliner and lipstick she wore, her full lips looked ready to swallow a cock whole. She wore red gloves on her arms which came up to her elbows, adorned with golden edges at the top, leaving her dainty fingers bare.
Harry's eyes rested on his stepmother's huge tits. He knew they were big because, well he had eyes, but she always wore conservative clothing comprising of robes, but this dress hardly contained the two large globes. The dress was one with a plunging neckline, which showed almost a good part of her full tits, from the tops to the good side of the globe of flesh and cleavage. Harry could see her nipples poking hard against the thin material of her top. The twin globes were pushed together tightly, causing her breasts to mash together. He thought her tits would surely pop out if she made any sudden jerky movement and given how tight her dress was and the view of her tits on display, Harry was sure she had forgone the bra.
She was, in simple terms, a total knockout. He marvelled at his father’s luck.
Harry was painfully aware of his rock-hard cock and the fact that it was obviously plainly visible through the stupid broomstick he was wearing.
Narcissa was aware of where Harry’s attention was, and a thrill of excitement rushed through her. Feeling mischievous, she daintily cupped his chin and lifted his face so that their eyes made direct contact. Narcissa was surprised and a bit aroused to see the dark pools of emerald gazing at her with a heated look.
"You don't think I’ve gone overboard, so you?" She whispered. Feeling bold, she dropped her hand from his chin and began smoothing the front of her dress down from her tits and over her stomach, flattening the fabric and smoothening it.
"No." He managed, and then cleared his throat to calm himself down. He turned his body sideways in an effort to hide his obvious bulge.
‘What are you doing Harry! This is your stepmom you’re perving over! Your dad’s wife!’
‘Yeah, but look at her! How could I not!?’
Harry fought an internal battle as Narcissa kept looking at him. She was 37 years old and she looked barely older than 25.
"Where’s James?" She asked him.
"Err, he left some time ago," He answered, trying to keep his eyes on her face.
Narcissa smiled, "Well, it’s time, I guess. We would need to take the car though. I don't think it's good to apparate in this costume. Who knows what might... pop up," she smirked in satisfaction when she saw him flush.
"Y-yeah, let’s go then." He said, taking the car keys from the keyholder and moving ahead.
As they walked to the car Narcissa stopped him with a hand on his arm.
"Remember to act like James tonight. With what happened last year, they can't think you're someone else, so act your part." She smiled, to which he simply nodded.
But what she said next made his heart jump almost out of his chest. "Oh and, I think that suit fits you really well."
‘Did she check out my cock? Surely not!’
He didn't know what to say though. Was Cissy flirting with him? Or was his libido making him lose control around a hot woman?
‘No, she’s my stepmom. Come on boy, down!’
‘It’s wrong to think about her that way. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.’
‘But she’s a woman. A very hot one!’
‘Aarghhhh… I have to move away, yes. I won’t think about this.’
He tried to push the thought away by telling himself how disgusting it was to think that way about his stepmom.
He ducked quickly into the car without delay and Cissa simply laughed lightly. He wasted no time in quickly revving the engine up and driving away.
***
When they reached the venue, Narcissa had to try hard not to smile at Harry. He kept his eyes on the road the entire time and didn’t so much as glance at her. She knew what he was thinking.
She felt flattered that she could turn Harry on. She knew he was turned on by the size of the bulge showing in those tight pants. She forced herself to stop thinking about the large bulge in between his legs. She felt a flutter of excitement by teasing him though, she knew she was a very pretty woman and it excited her to know that she could tease a guy like Harry who had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. She told herself to just go with the flow because to pull this off tonight she had to make sure that no one suspected anything amiss.
"Now, just act as you would normally do with your girl, okay? We have to ensure they don’t suspect anything." She said looking at him in the eyes, he nodded, and Narcissa couldn't help but smile as she spoke again, "Simple touches and a bit of flirting would work too."
Harry’s eyes widened as he struggled to form a response. Yeah, she was hot but she was his father’s wife.
"Look Harry, I'm not asking you to go overboard, all you have to do is keep it simple. A hug or an arm around my waist, maybe a peck on the cheek. Nothing big, you think you can do that? " She asked.
"Yeah. Sure, I guess." He said uncertainly.
"What is it? Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Am I not hot or good enough for you?" She asked pretending to be outraged. She already knew the answer to that question by that bulge in his pants.
"No! Why would even think that! It’s just, kinda weird. You’re my stepmom, and flirting with you…" He replied and then looked down, although he realized his mistake quickly as he jerked it back up quickly when his eyes fell on her cleavage. She smiled again, trying to comfort him but still teasing.
"Look, just pretend that I'm just another girl who you’re going out with." She urged him.
"Alright." He said after a small sigh.
"Relax honey, and just try to enjoy yourself. You never know, tonight might turn out to be fun." She reassured him.
She slipped an arm through his own and they began walking towards the entrance. As they walked, she pressed herself just a little closer against his arm, gently pressing her tits against him. He fidgeted around and cleared his throat a couple of times as well. Yes, he was flustered, and Narcissa found it very amusing indeed.
‘Come on, Potter! You’ve been on so many dates! Man up!’ He thought.
*****
To be continued...
