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Harry's sweet fruits of labor (Chapter 1- Mrs. Weasley)
🕑 Added 2021-07-01 09:32:45 +0000 UTCAt the start of this morning, Harry had no idea that the best summer of his life would turn into a nightmare by the end of the night. After Fred and George had revealed themselves as the culprit behind Percy's missing Head boy badge Harry had returned to his room in a hurry. His mind replaying Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's hushed conversation on a loop that Sirius Black the mass murderer has escaped the Wizarding prison Azkaban to come after him.
A part of Harry had wanted to scream at the both of them for this injustice. Forgiving him another complication in his life. For once he was looking forward to just having a normal year with his friends. But of course, life is never simple for him. For the past two years, multiple attempts had been made by people to end his life. And only by some cosmic luck he had survived. The magical world was supposed to be his safe haven from the Dursleys. But this world his world was turning into just as big of a nightmare as his family.
When even after tossing and turning for hours sleep continued to evade him Harry decided to go for a walk hoping to clear his mind.
After a few minutes of meandering around Harry's feet led him to the kitchen of the Leaky Cauldron in the search of some late-night snack to pass the time.
As he entered the kitchen Harry was surprised to find not the beekeeper Tom but a diminutive House elf cleaning the sink full of dirty dishes. The sound from the door opening startled the poor elf who yelped in surprise and nearly fell off his stool.
Thankfully Harry's quidditch-sharpened reflexes came to the elf's rescue and saved him from a bad fall.
It took a few moments for the elf to calm down to realize that he was safe and slowly he bowed deeply to Harry in gratitude.
"Thank you, sir. You saved poor Tilly from falling. Tilly tries but he always gets startled easily." The elf thanked Harry with his bulbous nose nearly touching the ground.
Harry ran a hand through his untidy hair uncomfortable with the elf's gratitude.
"It's fine Tilly. It was my fault. I guess you weren't expecting anyone to still be up at this hour."
Tilly straightened up from his deep bow and looked at Harry.
"Yes, sir. Tilly was a bit surprised. Is there any problem in your room. Can Tilly help you with anything?"
"I was wondering if it might not be too much of a bother can I have a cup of tea and some snacks," Harry asked politely.
Tilly brightened up immediately at the prospect of more work.
"Of course sir. Just give Tilly a minute to finish cleaning these dishes. In the meantime why don't you take a seat outside in the dining area and Tilly will arrive with your tea and snacks in a minute."
Harry grinned cheerfully. "Thanks, Tilly. I'll be right outside."
Fifteen minutes later after having a cup of tea with a plate full of freshly baked chocolate biscuits Harry was feeling much better already. Now Harry realized how Ron can forget every problem in his life in the face of a meal. After thanking Tilly once again for his services Harry decided to return to his room.
Halfway there however Harry noticed that due to his fitful sleep his nightshirt was soaked to the bone with sweat and smelling terrible. Unenthusiastic about sleeping in his sweaty bed which would be just as bad as his nightshirt Harry decided to go sleep in Ron's room.
As it was for just one night Mr. Weasley had decided to treat his children and get all of them separate rooms in the Inn. Apart from Fred and George obviously who were happy to bunk together.
Harry opened the door of Ron's room slowly so as not to wake up his best friend from his sleep. This was a lesson that all the boys in their dormitory knew wholeheartedly. Because if there was one thing that Ron Weasley loved as much as his food it was his sleep.
It had happened in Harry's second year at Hogwarts just after the attack on Colin Creevey by the basilisk. Neville Longbottom a timid Gryffindor despite being a pureblood was terrified that the Slytherin's heir would target him as he believed himself to be as powerful as a squib. On top of that Seamus Finnegan was the lone prankster in Harry's dormitory who had a slightly skewed understanding of what is or is not going too far in pranking.
So one evening after listening to Neville's fears Seamus decided to prank him. With the help of his best friend Dean Thomas who's a dab hand in drawing they created a mask of a grim and with the help of an older student charmed it to act like it was alive once it on someone's face. That night after Neville went to sleep Seamus wearing the grim mask jumped on Neville's bed and started to wrap him in his blankets while loudly saying that it was Neville's turn to be the Slytherin's monster's next meal.
Neville half asleep and already terrified of this outcome screamed at the top of his lungs and after wildly punching and kicking Seamus jumped out of his bed to Ron's for help.
That was the moment that a new legend was created. Ron who was soundly asleep during the whole time Seamus was creating a ruckus in trying to scare Neville was rudely awakened by Neville jumping on his bed and landing on his head. There was a moment of silence in which Ron blinking sleepily registered Neville's tear-stained cheeks and Seamus and Dean laughing like a crazy madman holding each other. Then Ron picked up his damaged second-hand wand from his bedside table and started to curse Seamus and Dean into the next century. After that night everyone knew never to disturb Ron Weasley in his sleep.
Closing the door softly behind him Harry took off his soaked nightshirt and pyjamas. Clad only in his boxers Harry went to the adjoined washroom to freshen up.
Returning to the room Harry was glad to note that for once Ron was on one end of the bed and not lying spread-eagle in the middle.
This meant that instead of sleeping on the sofa Harry could take the other end of the bed for himself.
Harry removed his glasses and placed them on the bedside table beside the jug of water and got in the bed.
After a couple of minutes just as his tired eyes began to close in sleep the person beside him turned towards him and laid their head on his naked chest.
That and the softly whispered "Oh Arthur" mumbled by a distinctly feminine voice was enough to jolt Harry completely awake from his sleep as he realized that somehow the person in the bed with him was not Ron but his best friend's mother Mrs. Weasley.
Harry's eyes snapped open in shock immediately as soon as he realized that his bedfellow was not his friend Ron but Ron's mum Mrs. Weasley. Harry immediately tried to get up but his efforts proved to be fruitless as Mrs. Weasley's arm was encircling his waist like it was made of steel. No matter how hard Harry tried to move, her arm refused to lift even an inch.
Just as Harry thought the situation couldn't get any worse, Mrs. Weasley shifted around such that half her body ended up sprawled on top of him. An absent part of his mind realized that Ron must have gotten his bad sleeping habits from Mrs. Weasley. Unfortunately, the main part of his brain was busy somewhere else entirely. As soon as Mrs. Weasley shifted such that her body rubbed tantalizingly against Harry all the blood in Harry's body rushed to his willy, making a huge tent in his boxers.
Harry swore softly. "Fuck Merlin. I'm dead. If Ron finds out he's going to kill me."
As Harry once again tried to extract himself from the Weasley matriarch's grip, all he ended up achieving was rubbing his naked body against Mrs. Weasley.
Finally, Harry admitted defeat. There was no way for him to get up without waking Mrs. Weasley. And that would be even more embarrassing because of the massive boner straining against his boxers.
As Harry turned his neck to look at Mrs. Weasley a strange thought went through his head.
Before this moment Harry had never really noticed it before, and why would he, he had always connected Mrs. Weasley as a mother-like figure. But now that he had ended up in a bed with her completely naked except for his boxers and her in a small nightie Harry realized his folly. Mrs. Weasley was a gorgeous woman. Her rich auburn hair fell around her face in waves, her small button nose, her fair skin, all of that together creating a vision of such exquisite beauty that it left his mouth-watering.
But the best part was her massive pair of tits straining in her nightie pressed against his chest. The sensation had his dick twitching uncontrollably in his boxers like a madman.
The situation was utterly ridiculous. Not even in his wildest fantasies, Harry could have imagined such a scenario happening. But it was happening alright. Mrs. Weasley could at any moment realize that the person lying in the bed with her was not her husband but her youngest son's best friend.
But the thought just made Harry even more excited. The danger of the situation and the thrill of being caught sleeping with a married woman had him thrusting his hips in the air.
Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore. It all was just too much. Slowly Harry raised his hips in the air and pulled down his boxers swiftly. Freeing his painfully hard cock from its confines. After throwing the boxers on the floor, Harry peeked at Mrs. Weasley to make sure that she was still asleep.
Happy with his inspection, Harry gave an experimental rub on his penis from all the way down the base to the head. Fortunately, Harry discovered that in his excitement he had already released so much precum that there was no need for any saliva or lube to start masturbating.
As Harry's right hand slowly began to stroke his cock faster, his left hand seemed to have found a mind of its own as it moved to the strap holding Mrs. Weasley's nightie and began to pull it down away from her shoulders to her stomach. Freeing her breasts and leaving her clad only in her panties.
The sight of Mrs. Weasley's soft creamy naked shoulders and her massive jugs with large pink nipples and areolas was so hot that it made Harry pick up his speed and soon he was stroking his dick at a breakneck speed with wild abandon.
After that, it took Harry less than a minute to find his release and he started cumming. Harry's balls pulsed - once, twice, thrice, four... it seemed like it would never end, and with each pulse, white-hot semen shot out of his cock in huge quantities, most of it spurting against the blanket covering him and Mrs. Weasley.
Still, there was so much cum that a significant amount landed on his stomach and Mrs. Weasley's creamy thighs.
At that moment Harry was just too tired to even move his neck to see whether he was safe and Mrs. Weasley was still asleep, the force of the mind-blowing orgasm took a lot out of him. Against his wishes, Harry's eyes began to close in sleep. But Harry knew that he couldn't afford that. He needed to leave before his luck ran out and Mrs. Weasley woke up by some disturbance.
So, slowly inch-by-inch Harry extracted himself from Mrs. Weasley's vice-like grip and got up from the bed. Quickly donning his clothes Harry turned to leave. But at the last moment, his eyes landed on Mrs. Weasley's large teats that were now not covered under the blankets and were free to be admired by his eyes.
Harry couldn't control himself. After making sure that Molly was still deeply asleep Harry sat down on the bed beside her. Slowly Harry palmed Mrs. Weasley's tits with both hands. After a moment when there was no reaction from Molly Harry felt emboldened and started groping and squeezing and relishing the heavy feel. For the next minute, Harry was sure that he must have died and gone to heaven because he had never been so happy in his life.
After a bit of groping and squeezing Harry's eyes focused on Mrs. Weasley's pink nipples. They were bigger than he could have imagined. In excitement, Harry grabbed both her hardened nipples with his thumb and index finger and pulled harshly.
Immediately a loud throaty moan escaped Mrs. Weasley's lips which finally brought Harry back to the present scaring the daylights out of him. Reminding him where he was and what he was doing. Giving one last final squeeze to Mrs. Weasley's tits Harry got up from the bed and went straight to his room with another rock-hard boner straining against his pyjamas.
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As the door to Ron's room closed behind Harry, unbeknownst to him the other occupant of the room opened their eyes.
Molly Weasley had never once in her life been so angry and so horny at the same time. After her failure to convince Arthur to not tell Harry that Sirius Black was after him Molly had decided to give Arthur the cold shoulder and decided to go sleep in Ron's room as her youngest son had been forced by his older brother Percy to bunk with him.
She was sound asleep in Ron's room when she felt someone slip in the bed with her. Happy that Arthur had decided to take the initiative and come to her despite her anger made Molly love her husband even more. So, Molly turned towards Arthur and snuggled closer to him.
To her shame, it took her some time to realize that the person she was half lying on was not her dear Arthur but someone else. The first sign was the well-defined chest she was resting her head on. Arthur as much as she loved him had never tried to maintain his body.
The person beside her had a well-defined body with tight muscles. This realization was enough for her to clear her mind and wake her up from her sleep.
Just as she was about to open her eyes to see if it was Ronnikins who had returned to sleep in his room a soft moan escaped from the mouth of her bedfellow. Molly froze in absolute shock. She knew that voice. It was her son's best friend Harry Potter's voice.
Shocked to find that Harry Potter was lying in bed with her Molly's mind stopped working. She couldn't understand what the boy was doing here lying with her. However, the rapid movements under the blanket and moan coming from him clued her to the fact that the boy was actually masturbating.
Molly couldn't believe the nerve of the boy. She and Arthur had hosted him at their home and this was how he repaid their generosity. Molly was just about to fetch her wand from the bedside table and curse the boy into the next century when she remembered how her family was in debt to the boy. How he had saved her sweet Ginny from certain death. Her daughter had a life debt to pay to Harry.
With that Molly's anger faded and she released a tired sigh. Magic would demand that Ginny pay her debt to Harry and who knows how the boy might demand the payment from her daughter. After all Ginny was growing into a beautiful young lady. And no matter how good the boy appeared in nature he was still a teenager. Better for it to be her than her baby daughter to handle such circumstances. Besides it's not like the boy was doing much more than masturbating.
So, Molly continued to feign to be asleep. But then the boy surprised her with his boldness. The rascal had the audacity to pull down her nightie from her shoulders to her stomach leaving her tits naked for him to see in all of their gravity-defying glory.
Finally, Molly heard the boy's breaths becoming heavy. With a loud grunt, the boy started to buck his hips and started shooting his baby batter everywhere in the blanket.
It took the boy almost a minute to stop twitching and Molly had to admit however reluctantly that she was impressed. As a healthy amount of the boy's cum had landed on her thighs.
Molly couldn't help but feel a perverse sense of pride at the fact that this young fertile boy had such a powerful orgasm because of her.
A few minutes later the boy's breathing eased and he slowly left her bed. Fascinated Molly opened her eyes and spied the boy from the corner of her eyes. Molly was shocked to see that Harry despite the earth-shattering orgasm was still rock hard with his six-inch cock still standing. For a thirteen-year-old boy, Harry was definitely big. And Molly couldn't help but bite her lip thinking how big he would be in a few years' time.
Just as she was sure that the boy was finally leaving the room, Harry surprised her once again. Sitting down beside her the boy began to softly palm and squeeze her tits with all the love and care in the world. After a few minutes of this treatment, Molly had to bite her lips to stop a moan from escaping her mouth.
As Harry continued to play with her sensitive tits Molly began to get wet downstairs with her pussy juices flowing rapidly. Suddenly a sharp pain of pleasure shot through her body as Harry without warning pulled her nipples harshly. This time she couldn't control herself and a loud throaty noise filled the room.
Molly immediately felt Harry's hand freezing up on her tits. Clearly, her gasp of pleasure had made the boy afraid. Molly couldn't help but curse herself. The boy's hands were like magic and now with her moaning like a two-bit whore Harry had gotten scared and would now leave her hanging.
For a moment Molly thought her fears were wrong and the boy was a special breed of Gryffindor as he gave her tits another squeeze. But alas her earlier assumption was correct as he removed his hands from her breasts and left her room.
Once Molly was sure that she was alone she let out a disappointed huff. Harry had gotten her really worked up. She was just on the edge. For a moment her mind went to her husband. But her pride wouldn't allow her to crawl back to her husband's room in the middle of the night and ask him to finish what Harry had started. So with a sigh, Molly pulled down her soaked panties and began to rub her wet pussy hoping for a swift release so that she could go back to sleep.
