While Headmaster Dumbledore and his staff were in the staff room talking about everything that has happened this year, Harry was comfortably seated in the headmaster's office behind Dumbledore's desk. He was completely nude, accompanied by his latest addition to his not-so-secret sex-girls, Cho Chang. With her long black hair and generous bust that matched Harry’s first girl, she bounced on his lap with delight as he thrust his large cock into her tight pussy.
Their passionate moans and gasps caught the attention of some of the former headmistresses, who tried and failed to hide their voyeuristic curiosity. Wrapping his arms around Isabella's waist and firmly grasping her rounded buttocks, Harry lifted her up and began thrusting her up and down, eagerly tasting her breasts. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck this slutty Girl!" Cho cried out, punctuating each sentence with a downward thrust onto his length.
"Do you want more of my cum in your tight little pussy?" Harry asked, to which she replied with a resounding "Yes!" He then pushed her onto her back on Dumbledore's desk and indulged in an explosive release of his seed. He watched with satisfaction as his cum spilled out of her and onto the documents scattered across the desk. Looking at the unconscious Cho with a smirk of pride, Harry thought about how the sight of her, lying helpless and covered in cum, was a fitting punishment for Dumbledore keeping secrets from him for so long. "Harlots! In my day, we would never engage in such shameful behaviour!" The only other male Headmaster other than Dumbledore, Phineas Nigellus Black grumbled to himself. "And who might you be, young man?" he demanded, casting a disapproving glare at Harry.
"I am none other than Apollo Black," he boasted with a half lie, since Sirius gave him that name when he adopted him as a Black, "and it just so happens that I am the sole remaining fertile Black, responsible for continuing our family line." The smugness in his tone was palpable as he addressed the now ashen-faced portrait of Phineas. Phineas could do nothing but mutter, "I see... please continue," while his shame was evident on his glowing face as the other portraits erupted in laughter at the six-year, they believed, who had outshone their colleague.