Good For You

The instant the door was closed, Harry was upon her, his mouth devouring hers. She felt so small underneath him -his body pressed down against her, his broad chest against her slight frame. The heat of his body, the feel of his heart pounding against her chest, his scent… it was too much for her.

It was like she was in heat. Every part of her was sensitized. When he pulled back from the kiss and cupped her cheek, she was shocked at how good it felt, how that simple touch elicited tingles. That show of affection was just an intermission, because he was instantly back upon her, this time aligning their pelvises so they could… oh.

She cried out, and Harry recognized the need in her voice. He knew that it meant she was close. "Already?" He asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" If she had been more put together, she would have recognized that his voice held awe, not judgement.

"No, no." Harry backtracked "I'm not mad, just surprised." He paused thoughtfully "Though I suppose I shouldn't have been. You've been much more… receptive since we properly had sex."

"I guess, I just feel so safe and comfortable with you, sir. I don't need to hold anything back, or feel insecure. I can just be yours."

Harry smiled, his eyes gleaming warmly "Good." His hand brushed against her cheek again, comfortingly, but it just made her shiver in pleasure. "I love that you're mine."

He lifted her into the air effortlessly, and she clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. She wriggled, trying to align herself against him properly, but didn't succeed until he backed into a chair, allowing her to settle in straddling his lap.

While on paper her position would have given her a degree of control, she felt anything but in control. He was just too much. She could no more hold him back than she could hold back the sea. She felt an awful lot like a moth being drawn to the flame, or a fly drowning itself in honey.

She rutted against him, grinding her clit into his erection, and even through the layers of clothes, it was too much. She was forced to break their heated kiss as her breath came out in grunting pants in time with the jerky movement of her hips. He barely paid this any mind, raining attention instead on her jawline and neck as she titled her head back.

She truly could not have stopped herself from rutting him if she had wanted to. She was caught in a cycle, her hips twitched forward automatically and the pleasure that that instinctive action generated made her body demand the action repeated.

Her orgasm was far from the most intense he'd given her, but it nevertheless forced her body to seize up. Every muscle seemed to tense in unison, from her the curling of her toes, to the arching of her back, to the clenching of her core, to the "Uhhhhnnng!" That was forced from her throat. Her body remained taught for a long moment as pleasure gripped her, and promptly collapsed when it left her.

Demelza was unresisting as Harry flipped her over. Once again warmth pulsed through her body at the feel of Harry's body- the comforting weight and solidity of it- on top of her. "My turn." He murmured, before turning the attention of his mouth lower, to her collarbone.

Harry seemed to be under the impression that she needed time to get worked back up and was therefore taking it slow. That just wouldn't do.

The downside to their current position was that her hips were now aligned with his abdomen, a much less satisfying target to rub against. The upside was that his erection was very obviously pressed against her thigh. How could she resist rubbing her thigh against him? He let out a soft groan, and the noise seemed to shoot straight to her cunt. The noise just egged her on. "Master." She moaned "Use me. I'm yours. My cunt belongs to you. Use it. Drain your balls inside of me. I'm yours Master! I can be anything you want me to be. I can be your slut, your cock-sleeve."

Demelza had learned that words were perhaps even more effective than technique when it came to sex. Her tirade managed to break through Harry's resolved, as he groaned in both frustration and fondness "Have it your way, naughty little witch."

The kiss that followed made her dizzy. It was completely unlike any of his previous kisses. There was no technique here, no control as his tongue shoved into her mouth or as he sucked and nibbled voraciously at her. His hands went to her blouse, ripping it open and scattering a few of the buttons to the floor. One hand groped her breast roughly while the other pressed into her crotch just as inelegantly. Her body spasmed, and she let out a ragged noise that was swallowed by his mouth as she came a second time.

"Have I been too lax with you, Dem?" Harry asked "I thought I was giving you a break, by not commanding you as much recently. But you've been so stressed… do you need me to take a more… active role in your life?"

She stared at him with wide eyes as she contemplated what he was asking her. She couldn't deny that he made her feel safe. When she was with him, she didn't have to worry about the outside world, she could just focus on being his. She liked being his, and if it helped Harry as much as Ginny and Hermione said it was… "I'd like that, Master."

"Right then. First." With some effort, he wrenched her bra off "No more bras. And…" He pulled her panties down "No knickers either. God you're perfect."

The thought of being ordered to do exactly this had occurred to her many times, even before her relationship with Harry. Ever since their first encounter in the locker rooms, her fantasies had certainly… escalated- particularly during the time in which she'd been edging herself on Harry's orders. Her current favorites were being made to wear a collar or getting a tatoo that marked her as Harry's, of being ordered to pleasure him in public, and most recently, being ordered to walk around in public completely nude. "Yes, sir!" She agreed enthusiastically. Some of those fantasies were just too much to actually do in reality, but not wearing undergarments… that she could do. Something thrilled her about being so exposed, even if it was in a way most would never know about. It was like a secret between her and Harry, in a way. On the surface she was presentable, but underneath she was a slut, Harry's slut.

He pulled out his wand and quickly cast the contraceptive charm, and a part of her was actually disappointed that he had remembered. "If this is what you want, I'll give it to you. You want to be my cock-sleeve, Dem? My personal sex toy?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why. Convince me." He leaned over, so his mouth was near her ear and said in a low rumble "Beg me."

His voice, so deep and masculine, and commanding sent shivers across her body as heat unfurled anew in her core. "Please. Please. Please." She repeated, splaying her legs as wide as her flexibility would allow in a sign of submission.

"Come on. You can do better than that." Harry told her, as he sat up and began to casually undress himself. "I know how creative you are. I want to hear all of the depraved thoughts in your head. I can see it in your eyes, how many perverted fantasies you come up with but never mention. Tell me what you want."

Demelza paused for a moment, unsure of where to start, but once she began talking, she found it impossible to stop. "You could do whatever you want with me, Master." She began "I'm yours. This body , these tits, this pussy, they're yours. So use me."

She shuddered as her own words started to affect her, she was working herself up, which was probably what Harry had intended. It didn't help that he was rapidly losing clothing. Her eyes didn't know where to look,. "However you want. If you just want me around for you to ogle while you get sucked off, or if you want me to clean you up after sex with one of your other sluts, or- uhhn" Her thought process hit a brick wall when Harry tugged down his boxers. "Oh. Uh." Brain, use words! Part of her rebelled, even as the greater part of it had been arrested by the sight of his penis as it bobbed freely, swollen and twitching in need (for her!).

"What is it, Dem?" Harry grinned knowingly.

"Cock."

Her heart almost failed when he reached down to her cunt, and dipped two fingers in. When his hand pulled back, it was dripping in her juices. "Well spotted, but I asked you to do something and I expect you to do as you're told."

"Master." She begged abjectly "Please!" He began to casually jack himself off, his eyes never leaving her body, clearly expecting her to continue even though her mind was having trouble even thinking in complete sentences at the moment. "Pleasepleaseplease fuck me! I need it! Your slut needs your cock. Fuck me! Cum in me! Seed me master! Impregnate me! Make me your breeding bitch!" Her words hadn't come from nowhere. Deep inside of her, in a place that only Harry had ever reached, there was a gnawing hunger- it was an itch in the deepest corner of her cunt that could only be sated by Harry's seed.

Harry lost it, surging forward and pinning her unresisting wrists to the floor so almost painfully hard. "Be careful what you wish for, pet. You might get it." He growled.

Then he plunged into her recklessly, savagely. He paid no mind to her comfort or pleasure, yet encountered no resistance from her unbelievably slick inner walls. His cockhead burrowed and lodged itself deep within her. Demelza howled as she came, but Harry gave her no respite. He was barely within her a moment before he pulled out and rammed himself back into her with even greater ferocity. His hands grabbed ahold of her arse, using it as leverage as he rutted into her, animalistic grunts bursting from him with each thrust.

He'd lost all rationality, Demelza's desperately provocative language had unleashed something in him, something savage and primal that only had the desire to take, to fuck, to breed. She was just a warm hole for his cock. While it was lost on her at the moment, it would be something that she looked back on with pride. It wasn't just a matter of lust; she wasn't so arrogant to assume that she'd turned him on more than he ever had before. He trusted her- he felt safe enough with her that he was able to let go of his insecurities, that need to perform, and just lose himself in the moment.

There was no other way to put it, Demelza was cumming her brains out- the next orgasm tearing through her before the previous died down. She babbled, then wailed, and finally sobbed at the intensity of what she was feeling. Harry didn't slow, didn't falter for a moment, he was completely consumed with chasing the orgasm that was welling up within him. That he had already found that sweet release inside Ginny and Susan that day didn't seem to matter. These days, every time he came he was ready to go again almost immediately, and to Luna's obvious pleasure, he seemed to cum just as much each time.

"Fuck! Take it!" He cursed as he reached the edge "Take my cum, slut! Take it all!" He roared as a truly spectacular orgasm ripped through him. With ragged thrusts, he continued to drill into Demelza, pumping rope after rope of his cum into her. He rode his peak for all it was worth. Demelza was beyond moaning, or even screaming. Silent tears streamed down her face. Her mouth was open, but her voice refused to cooperate, she could only emit a tiny warbling sound.

She could feel him, spilling his seed right where she needed it. She found herself feverishly wishing that he had never cast that contraceptive charm… that there truly was nothing stopping him from impregnating her. He was so strong and virile, and her body ached for it, if he wanted to, he could knock her up for sure.

And then, as quickly as he had started, Harry pulled out. His fingers brushed against her cheek, wiping away her tears. "Oh Dem, I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He was so concerned for her- the tenderness in his voice, the way he stroked her cheek, the guilt and worry in his eyes. Demelza felt something warm and powerful well up in her, and it just made her weep harder. She clung to him, burrowing her face into his chest, and Harry mirrored her by wrapping his arms around her.

It was like being tucked in under a warm, familiar blanket. She felt so safe, loved. He was so much stronger than her, both physically and magically, but he'd never use that strength to hurt her, only for her, to help her, protect her. The fact that he'd seen her tears and stopped instantly made her heart want to burst. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost it like that, Dem."

"No!" She protested, still teary "This is good crying. It was good. It was so good." Harry's concerned expression quickly shifted to a small, somewhat mischievous smile.

"You liked it so much that you were sobbing." He said as he placed his cockhead at her entrance, rubbing it across her labia.

"Y-yes. O-ohhh!" It was so distracting. He was so fucking distracting. Even in public, her attention was inexorably drawn to him when he was near her, and now he was purposefully being distracting. Rubbing the head of his cock across her folds, dipping into her occasionally, but only enough so that the head penetrated her. "Please!"

"You're close again?" Harry asked, with some genuine amazement. Demelza whimpered in response. She herself was surprised out how sensitive her body had become- if only for him. He seemed to have unlocked something in her when he'd finally taken her, and now she was exquisitely sensitive to him- for him. "Jesus Dem. You're so hot." He moaned "Cum for me."

And she did- she came whimpering and twitching as Harry looked down at her with a mixture of awe and lust. "So fucking hot." He murmured.

"For you." She managed.

"So good for me." Harry was stroking her hair now as she came down from her peak "Amazing. I love you." The warm affection in his eyes sparked a blossom of warmth in her chest. He meant it. He meant it.

He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

Harry blinked, a hint of insecurity revealing itself as the words left his mouth. Demelza hurried to reassure him.

"I love you too. I love you." Always.

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"Wait, so we got nothing from that?" Bill asked in disbelief.

"No, not nothing. Things did not go according to plan, but I'd consider this far from a loss." Dumbledore corrected glibly.

Bill put his hands to his temples, they'd both risked their lives for that locket, and had almost died. And it was a fake! Realistically, he knew neither of them could be blamed for this, but it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Okay, so what did we get from this?"

Wordlessly, Dumbledore slid a note to him.

To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B"

"Holy shit." Bill whispered "A horcrux? Is that- that's what we're after?"

"Indeed." Dumbledore said "I believe it is time for you to hear the entire story." And so he told him how Tom Riddle found a way to cheat death using some of the darkest known magics. He even told him of the diary. "I genuinely do not know what would have become of Tom Riddle had he not gone down this path. His fear of death drove him to darker and darker magics until it consumed him. Splitting his soul destroyed what humanity he had."

"Damn." Bill breathed "What about the rest of the note? Do we know who this R.A.B is?"

"In fact, I do." Dumbledore answered happily "It can be none other than Regulus Arcturus Black."

"Sirius's brother."

"Yes. He was killed as a traitor to the cause, though it seems unlikely that Voldemort discovered the depths of his betrayal."

"Doubtful he'd have left that fake locket there if he had." Bill agreed.

"Nor would he have left the real locket in Grimmauld Place."

"Uh, what?"

Dumbledore next slid another locket towards him. It was a small thing, a dirty gold color with an emerald snake embedded on the front. More than anything, however, Bill could feel the cold malice emanating from the artifact.

"This thing was in that house the entire time?" Bill asked hollowly.

"Regulus entrusted it to Kreacher, who was happy to hand it over when I promised him I would destroy it. Apparently it had been almost thrown out during one of your mother's cleaning sessions, but Kreacher saved it from being lost."

Bill let out a shaky breath. "It's a miracle nobody was hurt by it."

"Indeed." Dumbledore agreed "And now we have the opportunity to destroy it forever."

"How?"

"I will trouble you with the specifics later." Dumbledore steepled his fingers "There is something else we need to discuss first. It's about Harry… and your sister."

Bill felt a sinking feeling at the tone in the Headmaster's voice. It took him back to that Floo call, when his dad had- pale faced- told him that Ginny had been abducted by the heir of Slytherin, or another late night Floo call, where his mum had told him of his Dad's attack in the Ministry. Part of him didn't want to know, but he knew he needed to know. "Professor, what's wrong?"