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The Burning Angel
by The_M0nkey

The Potter family is one of the founding seven houses of the magical government and holds the most power in the Wizengamot. Potters have always held some of the most prestigious jobs from head Auror to Minister for Magic and Unspeakables. What people do not realise is that the Potter family has a hidden secret.

The largest and oldest club in the magical world, The Burning Angel, is run by a man that has only ever gone by the name of 'The Angel'. What people do not realise is that 'The Angel' is also the current Lord Potter. The club made its fame as being the place that had something for everyone, there was gambling, girls, animals, anything that was needed to fulfil the carnal pleasures of man.

The brothel was the largest part of the whole business as was the main reason that the Burning Angel became so famous. The girls that worked in the brothel were all looked after by to Madams, Lily Potter and Narcissa Black. The two were known by all customers as formidable women and woe betides anyone that broke any of the rules in the brothel. They kept everything running smoothly and were well-liked by all of the patrons of the Burning Angel.

The current Angel was one Lord Harry James Potter. At 17, he was the youngest Angel to control both the Potter family and the company. His father, James Potter was killed on that faithful night on Halloween but his sacrifice was what led to the killing curse rebounding and destroying Voldemort. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin had stepped in and run the club whilst Harry reached his majority and are currently the second-in-command at the Burning Angel.

On reaching his eleventh birthday, Harry went through the same ritual that all Potters males before him had done. It gave him the knowledge and power that had been accumulated by all the previous Angels before him. During his two day coma, his mind assimilated all of the new knowledge he had acquired, from how to run the Burning Angel and its goings on to how to please a woman in thousands of different ways. Narcissa Black and Appoline Delacour had really enjoyed making sure that all of the knowledge had sunk in; they could have been seen walking a little bow-legged around the private floor of the building.

Daphne Greengrass was known as the Ice Queen of Slytherin. To all that knew of her, she was someone that guys dare not approach or else you could lose one of your testicles. That was until Harry Potter decided to approach her during one of their free periods in the library. No-one was really sure what was talked about during that hour but soon after Daphne was seen hanging off Harry's arm most of the day. Everyone could see, much to Draco Malfoy's chagrin that the two of them were definitely in love with each other. It was no surprise that the two of them were quickly married after finishing Hogwarts.

Damian and Gabriella Greengrass were both at school at the same time James and Lily were. Gabriella was in Ravenclaw and was friends with Lily whilst Damien was one of the only good Slytherin's that James managed to get on with. Damien was killed by some rogue Death Eaters a few of years after the war ended, never getting to see how his two daughters would grow up. When Harry married Daphne, he took the Greengrass's under his protection, keeping Astoria safe from the advances of ruthless Slytherin's and allowing Lily and Gabriella to reconnect.

Daphne took up the mantle of being Harry's secretary whilst Gabriella joined Lily and Narcissa as being one of the clubs Madams.

Looking up from his desk, a thirty seven year old Harry watched as his again pregnant wife walked towards him from the door to his desk, gazing up and own at her, he took in her appearance. All of his staff were required to wear tight white shirts that only had the bottom five buttons done up, a short black skirt and no bras or panties were allowed to be worn. Daphne's C cup breasts strained against the fabric, her bulging stomach could be seen just below the hem of the shirt and the little mini skirt barely managed to hide her firm arse and smooth pussy.

Daphne smirked as she saw him looking her up and down. "Enjoying the view?"

"Of course" replied Harry, grabbing her hand and giving her a tug.

Daphne resisted the pull, managing to stay on her feet. "Nah-ah-ah not happening, I'm here for work not pleasure." Harry attempted to give her a downtrodden look but it failed quickly as she undid her top, allowing her smooth, pert breasts to be free of their constraints. "Now if you're a good boy and we get the work done then I might let you touch them."

"Alright then, let's get on then" said Harry, sitting up strait all the while smiling at thoughts of things to come.

Daphne sat down in the chair in front of Harry's desk, her breasts bouncing slightly at the movement. The first order of business was to go over how the things in the brothel were going.

"We've had two people forcefully removed in the last two weeks. One Cormac McLaggen and Ron Weasley"

"Have McLaggen banned from the club, all debts called in and set up for him to be seen in a compromising position with some sheep. It'll make a laughing stock of him at the ministry and ruin him for life. Set up a meeting between me, Ron and Hermione, I'm sure she would love to hear how he's been spending months of his marriage in a brothel".

Daphne nodded as she scribbled everything down into her notebook. Next she placed three files down on the table. Each file contains the information about prospective girls that wished to work for the brothel. Harry had high standards for his girls and so all hires had to go through him if they wanted to work at the Burning Angel, if Harry wasn't available, then Remus and Sirius could be trusted to make the correct decision about girls.

First was one of Gryffindor's best chases. Katie Bell had gotten bored of professional league Quidditch and decided that she wanted to earn herself some money before going off and settling down as a Medi-Witch. Harry laughed knowing that any of the girls that joined the club never left once the contract was signed, the Burning Angel magic made them utterly devoted to Harry and the club. The picture that accompanied the file showed the petite blonde in nothing but a Gryffindor coloured string bikini. With B-cup breasts and a firm arse, Harry knew that she would be loved by the customers and would love having one of his previous lovers 'on tap' any time he wished.

The next two Harry barely had to look at before passing them back to Daphne with a resounding no.

"Right then, set up a meeting with Katie for the end of the week."

Daphne nodded, making a quick note in her notebook before placing everything down on the side of Harry's desk. Harry stared at her hungrily as she made her way round the desk.

"Now Mr Potter, let's give you your prize"

Harry grabbed Daphne's waist, pulling her down onto his lap so that she was straddling his hips, her mini-skirt rising up to reveal her hairless cunt. Harry instantly latched onto her smooth globes, his hands cupping both of her pert breasts as he began ravishing her left nipple.

Daphne arched her back, throwing her head back in pleasure with her mouth wide with a silent scream. Harry played with her nipples throwing her further and further into fits of pleasure. She began gently rocking, rubbing her dipping cunt along the bulge in Harry's trousers.

"Oh Harry…" she moaned, "Enough, I need you huge cock in me now!"

Not wanting to disappoint, Harry detached himself from Daphne's breasts, lifted her off his lap and onto his desk. Unbuckling his trousers, he slipped them off allowing his cock to swing freely. Daphne laid back and opened her legs inviting Harry in.

Grabbing hold of his cock, Harry lined up to Daphne's slick entrance before slowly pushing his was in. The two of them let out a moan, Harry due to the feeling of Daphne's tight walls squeezing his cock the further it went in and Daphne because of how much Harry was filling her out.

Harry kept going until he could feel the tip of his cock touch her cervix. Looking down at Daphne he gave her a smirk before slowly pulling himself out of her. Daphne let out another moan at the feeling of loss that she felt from not having Harry fill her out. Just as Harry was about to full remove himself he gave a forceful push and impaled himself completely in Daphne.

Harry continued to thrust in and out of Daphne's tight hole, her load moans filing the room every time he managed to touch her cervix. Keeping his pace steady, he shifted one of his hands from her waist to grab hold of her firm breast.

"Fuck, Oh Merlin fuck me Harry" she moaned.

"Fuck Daphne, so tight" groaned Harry.

"Oh Harry! I'm going to cum!" warned Daphne

Harry rapidly increased his thrusting so much so that Daphne was struggling to hold onto the desk. Feeling himself starting to come close, "Almost there Daph" warned Harry.

"In… Me… Harry" moaned Daphne through labour breaths.

Not wanting to disappoint, Harry gave one final thrust as the two of the came together, Daphne's warm juices flowing around Harry's cock whilst his spunk filled her womb.

Harry pulled out of Daphne as he sat back down into his chair completely spent. Daphne barely moved from her position of lying on Harry's desk, not being able to string a coherent thought together. Harry looked at a half-naked Daphne, more specifically the small globule of cum that was slowly dripping.

"Well Mrs Potter, I do believe that is everything on the agenda for today"

Grabbing her shirt, Daphne began redressing herself. "Yes sir. I shall make the appointments with the girl for tomorrow"

With that, Daphne grabbed the folders she had placed on the edge of Harry desk and made for the main door, swaying her hips seductively as she went. Stepping through the door, she leant back in to give Harry one last wink before pulling the door too.

Daphne spent the rest of the day with her husband's large amount of spunk dripping down her inside thigh.