Chapter Eight
Narcissa Black glanced at the clock and once again checked herself in the mirror. He was due soon. God she could not get over it. She was crushing on him; there was no other way of putting it. As if she were some damsel in distress going gooey eyed over her saviour, she, Narcissa Black, a woman of 35, was getting all silly over a boy, no man, young enough to be her son. Hell, he was the same age as her son!
She let out a small sigh, and caught herself checking her hair and make up out again.
Things had been strained so far, so it would be nice to see a friendly face. Everyone had been polite to her for sure. It was as though they were expecting her to suddenly whip out a black cloak, face mask, and send AK's flying all over the place though.
She could not blame them, she supposed. She had been married to one of the inner circle after all. It was difficult to believe that she herself had not been tainted by the evil that surrounded her. Perhaps she had in some ways; the living incarnate of evil had touched her, not so long ago. She was not talking LeStrange, either. The Dark Lord himself had kissed her hand. She still remembered the feel of his cold flesh on her own, thin chilled lips on her hand. She shivered. She had had about twenty baths after that just as soon as the nasty bastard had left her home.
God how she hated the fact her husband had let that ... thing into their home. To mingle with her son, god he had been so in awe of the Dark Lord. She had known then that she was fighting a loosing battle though. She had not given up, but the realization had been bitter. It was a terrible thing for a mother to suddenly wake up and realize that her offspring was quite possibly going to become evil, serving the very devil himself.
She pursed her lips in the mirror, her eyes suddenly sparkling slightly. Her eyes lidded and she shot the mirror a heated gaze. Yes... perhaps she still had 'it'. Would she really use it on a sixteen year old, though? That was the question of the hour. She still remembered the feel of his hand when he had touched her. Such an interesting sensation, like fire, that sang to her magic in some undefined way.
She got up from her vanity table and walked across the room, her heels clicking on the hard wood floor as she did so. She stood before the full-length mirror on her enlarged cupboard, currently virtually empty. Her hands traced a firm body. Thank god for the properties of magic and what it did to the aging process. Though at 35 she was not about to suddenly start sagging even in the Muggle world, even she knew that. Nevertheless, she was as pert as a twenty year old and firm bodied her breasts still proud on her body and her skin still as tight.
She pulled up her long skirts and adjusted her stockings, making sure the old world items of underwear were in order, more for something to do than anything else. The magical world had not really discovered the world of tights, not for her generation at least, which she was glad of, they looked... restrictive to her.
She turned her leg this way and that, wondering if a certain someone was a legman or a breast man. She hoped for the leg, because as pert as her breasts may have been, she was not going to win any competitions with them. They were of a modest size after all; breast men seemed to like them sizable. Her sister was of bigger bust than she was and had always been more popular. She ran a hand down her leg one last time and let her skirt drop, standing and just looking at herself critically for a moment.
'Oh, who am I kidding,' she decided finally. Her shoulders sagging slightly
Then, the doorbell went off. She could not hear that from her position virtually at the top of her house. However, she COULD hear her mothers' wailing voice. A sure sign someone, most likely the person at the door, had woken the old bat.
She forced herself to move with elegance and not just make a run for the door. It was likely she would get there first anyway. Moody was off stumping around somewhere in the basement, her watcher, and boy had he watched her. That magical roving eye of his seemed to peer into her soul, though strangely he was one of the few that were- less strained with her. Perhaps it really could see into her.
'Oh Merlin, what if it can see through things too,' she suddenly thought.
She was right in the end. She was the first to arrive at the door, but Alastor was just 'there' suddenly as she opened it. She would give him one thing; he was preternaturally good at his job, apart from the slight blemish of being conked by Crouch Junior, of course.
She smiled her best smile when the door showed the dark haired star of some... interesting dreams. "Harry I'm so glad you dropped by," she said, standing back from the door to allow him entrance.
"Do shut up, you old bat." he said, making her blink.
Then she realized he was addressing her mother's portrait rather than her. She let out a tiny breath of relief. To her amazement, however, her mother shut up. She turned to look at it in surprise.
Mrs. Black was glaring mutely out of her frame.
"Thank Merlin for that." Moody said. "Hello boy," he said.
Harry was about to reply when he had to duck past a sudden beam of light. His wand was in his hand in a flash and he threw up a shield that included Cissy, but he then glared at Moody.
"Good lad. CONSTANT VIGILLANCE"
Harry refused to jump at the sudden increase in volume.
"Snape has been going on about you, boy. Had to see for myself"
Harry just looked at him steadily, his wand not wavering in the least. Moody smiled which by itself was a horrifying sight, then nodded and put his wand away.
Harry continued to look at him, starting to make the old Auror slightly uncomfortable, which, considering he had faced some of the worst the world had to offer, was some accomplishment.
"I'm done, seriously."
"So pleased to see you again, Cissy, Professor Moody" Harry said eventually, his wand still handy.
"Alastor Moody!" Cissy said turning on the Auror with fire in her light eyes.
"Sorry Cissy, just had to see" Moody said, looking almost sheepish.
Harry smirked slightly. "Is it safe?"
"Now that I won't tell ya"
Harry laughed. "Next time I retaliate," he told the man.
"Enough of the silliness," Cissy said, taking Harry's arm and guiding him into the house proper. "I do believe we'll find some tea, unless Alastor has drunk it all," she said, looking at the man in question.
Moody held up his hands and backed away, "Plenty left for our young hero," he said. "I'll leave you two to it," he added and disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
"That's cool," Harry noted. "Wonder if I can get him to teach me that."
"I doubt it. He likes his little tricks." Cissy said with a light expression. "Come Harry; let me serve you some tea"
"There's no need. I can serve myself, Cissy."
"I wouldn't hear of it, not after all you have done for me."
"I didn't do anything."
"Harry, you saved me from something every woman fears," she said, looking at him seriously. "I owe you a good deal more than a cup of tea served by my hand. I'd be your willing slave if you so wish it."
Libido melt down!
Harry swallowed hard, "I don't want a slave, willing or otherwise." He said finally.
Cissy had a slight smile on her face, reading quite well, where Harry's mind had just gone. She moved up close, using 'holding his arm' as an excuse. "Come, Harry," she said, her voice a virtual purr.
'She keeps talking like that I just might.'
"Here sit," she said as they reached the kitchen. She arranged the tea service and made sure that she moved to his side and very closely to him as she poured, allowing him to literally feel her presence.
Harry shifted slightly. A big part of him was screaming something, something primal and powerful. A fire lit in his belly and his eyes were flashing emerald fire that had little to do with anger.
Then she moved out of his personal space and sat opposite to him. Her legs crossed under the table, running up his leg in the process, "Oh... I'm so sorry." She said with a little smile, acting as if she had not done it on purpose.
"So... How are you feeling, Cissy?" He asked after a sip of tea to get his head straight.
"Well, thanks to you."
"Anyone would've done it," he brushed it away.
"I don't think so, but I like your humble attitude. I just wish I remembered HOW you did it."
"Why are you so sure it WAS me?" Harry asked, diverting her.
"I just know," she tapped her chest, "here."
'God she's hot.'
"I can't tell you how," he said after a moment, "You wouldn't believe me even if I did."
"I just wish you'd gotten that monster LeStrange."
"I will make it my personal mission to hunt him down," he said in a serious voice.
"If you did that, I don't think I could come up with someway to properly repay you. He is blight on humanity, as you said, a mad dog. He turned my sister into a monster as well and that, more than stripping me down, is forgivable."
"He's the one that did that?" Harry said, his eyes virtually glowing in anger.
"He wasn't alone. It was a ... group affair."
"It was monstrous. Such beauty should be cherished, not abused." Harry said forcefully.
"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked coyly.
"Cissy, you're a goddess." He said without art.
"Thank you. After that mob, it's good to hear a real man say such things."
Harry blushed slightly. "The ones that escaped will pay in time," he promised. "No one hurts the House without payment extracted in blood." He vowed.
Cissy was slightly taken aback by that and the way he said it. There was something amazingly primal about his tone and stance at that moment. She felt herself flush slightly, in many ways and it caused her to re-cross her legs, causing Harry to jerk in his chair. "Again... sorry."
"That's fine, Cissy." He said with a smile.
"Really, so if I did it again?" She asked, running her foot up his leg, looking him in the eyes.
He gulped. He looked at her with hunger, though.
He gave himself a slight shake, "You don't have to repay me in any way, Cissy." He said firmly, moving backwards out of her reach.
She smiled at him, "What if I want to?"
"I think, at this moment in time, you can't be thinking clearly." He said gently.
"Am I too old, unattractive to you?" She asked a little hurt.
"Quite the opposite, I find you extremely attractive. It would be... dishonourable to take advantage of the weakness you are currently exhibiting. No matter how much I want to," his eyes were a slow burn of passion.
"I won't give up," she told him. "I won't change my mind either."
"We'll see." Harry said carefully. "For now, why don't we enjoy some tea? I have to be going soon anyway. A woman as beautiful as you deserves much time spent on her," he said in a purr. Then shook himself.
She laughed, "You want me, Harry, and I can see it."
"I've said as much. Wanting and Taking are two different things. To take you would make me no better than LeStrange."
She blanched at that and then pulled herself together, "You must think terribly of me."
"Not at all," Harry said, "I've learned recently that... women under emotional stress do some damn odd things." He said, reverting to a young man, rather than the powerful being he was showing before.
Cissy blinked, and then burst into laughter, "Sounds like a story."
Harry flashed a grin, "Let's just say the last few days have been eventful."
Cissy became serious; "Tell me about them," She said, "Perhaps I can help you in this way."
Harry laughed, "Okay, why not. I was seeing this girl for a while. She wanted to keep things casual, as she put it. A couple of weeks went by with things going well..."
"You were ... intimate with this girl."
"Not to the extent that you are alluding to." He said, "But more intimate than perhaps we should've been."
"What happened?" She asked, pushing aside the desire to see what he had picked up from his experimentations with the little tart. 'Oh Cissy get a grip,' she told herself when she caught that thought. She was actually jealous of a teenage girl. At least she assumed she was a teenager. "She was a classmate yes?"
"Fellow Griff, yeah, anyway I was explaining the properties of Gongari Clay as Professor McGonagall had left the room. We were using it to find our forms."
"Really? What's yours?"
"Jaguar," he told her, 'among others' he added.
"Why am I not surprised? Go on."
"Well Parvati asked about it, something I can't remember, which prompted me to do a sculpture of her. Thing is Lavender was also talking to me about it, but my most intense memories of her are of a private nature."
'Little bitch', "Go on. Wait. Are Parvati and Lavender friends, Is Parvati attractive?"
"Yes and very much so."
"I see, go on."
"Later that night she cornered me"
"Lavender?"
"Yeah, she was angry about something and we had a massive fight. During which she accuses me of trying to crack on to Parv. I wasn't but there you go."
"Crack On?"
"Urm- chat her up."
"Quaint, go on."
"So we have this big blow out, during which she's really laying into me, I point out that she's a bit of a flirt as well. That went down like a shit brick. Oh, I'm sorry."
Cissy laughed, "I've heard that one before and don't worry about swearing in front of me. I think I proved I'm no lady."
"Doesn't mean you shouldn't be treated like one," he pointed out.
Cissy smiled, "Do you want me to jump over the table and take you?"
"Sorry?" He said with a blush.
"Keep saying things like that and I will."
"Is it wrong to tell the truth?"
"No, just the way you say it is utterly charming," she told him, "which could be part of the trouble with Lavender. I take it you flirt quite a bit yourself."
Harry nodded, "Got quite the taste for it lately actually. But it is harmless right? I mean it's not grounds for a tongue lashing."
She smiled at him, "My darling you have a lot to learn. But continue; I will point out the error of your ways, have no fear."
Harry looked confused, but carried on. "Then she actually has the nerve to turn around and announce she has a date! I mean, she's been carrying on at me for looking at her friend funny then, BANG, she's going out with someone, worst of all, I find out its only bloody Ron."
"Ron Weasley. I am surprised. I had heard that he and... I do not remember her name. My son merely called her the Mudblood. Granger, I know that much." She knew of course, she was testing the limits of his patience really, but also the reaction to that word.
"He would." Harry said, "Hermione, and yeah, I thought so too, but I'm just getting to her. She is part of the weirdness. So I warn Lav off, because I don't want her getting in the middle of Ron and Hermione. That does not go down well at all. At one point, she slapped me. Tried to twice"
"Tried?"
"I stopped her. I ... dislike being hit."
Cissy looked at him a long time. "I know the feeling," she said.
They locked eyes and a sense of familiarity passed between them.
"Who?" Harry growled.
"My husband." she told him, she did not dare tell him about Draco. She did not want her son dead. "You?"
"My uncle" Harry said, then shook himself. "I have to admit I hurt her slightly, but it's kind of hard not to when you're stopping an incoming ballistic arm."
"I understand. I don't take you for a girlfriend beater, but she made you angry, yes?"
"Very," he replied. "It was all I could do not to blast her through the wall. I promised myself when I ... dealt with my uncle that no one would hit me again. So far she's the second girl to give me a wallop."
"Who is the other?"
"Tonks, but I did overstep the mark there. Anyway, where was I?"
"She slapped you, she told you about Ron, and you tried to stop her, which was unbelievably stupid by the way. Tell a woman NOT to do something and she'll do it to spite you."
"Damn, really?" Harry asked shaking his head. Then smirked, "Don't stop propositioning me."
Cissy smiled, "Okay, I won't"
"Your kind is confusing and strange," Harry said eventually.
"My kind?" she asked.
"Women, we're not the same race. This I realize now. Homo sapiens are only one branch, but there is also Femineus Sapiens, a very separate race. More advanced possibly and certainly infinitely more attractive, alluring but none the less alien."
Cissy laughed, "You're getting there, Harry, but you still have along way to go. So... what happened next?"
"Basically she buggered off, the next few days leading to the week end were ... chilly and strained. Then she went on her date with Ron."
"So what else happened?"
"Well first there was Ginny."
"The youngest Weasley caused quite a stir actually. The first female Weasley in quite some generations"
"That sort of news is important."
"You'll take offence at this, but if the Weasley's were not so poor and ... Muggle friendly, they would be a desirable match to any pure blood. They have an unbroken line for several generations and any woman could be married off to purify ones own line. The fact her father couldn't afford a dowry would make her significantly less desirable though."
"That's ... wrong somehow. You know by the laws of genetics, Purebloods will die out soon, or breed out the ability to reproduce at all. Birth defects should be starting soon."
"They already have, Harry. Draco isn't the only son I bore to Lucius."
"Oh god no"
She nodded her head, "He would've but he died shortly after child birth."
"That's terrible. On many levels"
"But proves your point quite nicely"
"Neatly perhaps, nicely most certainly not, I'm so very sorry."
"It was quite some time ago. I have done my grieving. Go on with your story as to how Ginny fits into this"
"This is where things REALLY get odd." Harry said focusing back on the recent past. "She attacked me in the hallway yesterday morning."
"Attacked? Physically"
"After a fashion, she rammed me against a wall and snogged my brains out until I realized what was happening and pulled her off of myself."
Cissy laughed slightly, "Was it that bad?"
"If it wasn't for that fact she's like my kid sister, then I wouldn't have stopped her."
"Ahh I begin to see. Go on."
"You're not going to tell me?"
"Not yet. Go on."
"Then it was you." he said simply. "I'd just escaped Ginny, by the way, I will admit running away like a big ... girl and then I got your ... call. That was a strange experience, but a good one since we got you free and all."
"Perhaps I should hold back on helping you until you tell me what happened."
Harry's face got shadowed, "I'd rather not talk about that."
Cissy looked at him for a moment, "Very well. So next thing?"
"You may have noticed that Tonks has been acting kind of strange around me," he said carefully.
"I may have noticed something like that."
"She's a weird one, that one," he said simply. "Keeps blowing hot and cold on me, one minute I think she's interested and the next I find out she's dating Bill. There is just no way I would even flirt with her if I had known. The Weasley's have been too good to me to chance me upsetting one of them." He said with a shrug, "Besides I LIKE Bill; he's cool."
"I have yet to meet him."
"Strange thing though... He was going out with Fleur."
"Delacour, the French champion?" She asked.
"Uh huh."
"Perhaps he got bored. Tonks is nothing else if quite the personality."
"How does one get bored of a Veela?"
"She's Veela?" Cissy asked in surprise.
"One quarter, I think."
"Merlin how did they slip that past the minister, the ministry and the Pureblood society are hugely xenophobic, a 'tainted' cross breed girl would NOT be welcome usually in such an important occasion."
"Don't ever say those words again in front of me, Ms. Black," Harry said in a low voice. "She's a good person once you get past her being French. Brave too."
"I was merely quoting, they are not my personal beliefs, Harry, I promise you."
"Okay, Cissy, I just don't like those words, or Mudblood, so don't think you slipped that one by me either. I told Hermione the other day that they were just words, it is the intent behind them that sucks, but truly, they are bad words. Racist crap like that doesn't belong in polite society worth a damn, just like when that big lug called Parv... okay going off track."
"There's more story here." Cissy said, "What are you holding back, Harry?"
"I may have seen Lav and Parv out of school over the holidays when I, on a whim, went clubbing."
"I'm not sure what that is, is it like a dance?"
"Sort of, more grinding and drinking than real dancing." Harry said.
"Did you grind Parvati?"
"Lavender too, they both kissed me quite a bit that night, which is another reason I don't get where she got off telling me off for looking at Parv funny, when she'd seen me up close and personal with my hand on her thigh and tongue in her mouth. At her bloody insistence."
"Strange... Not the jealousy that becomes clearer, strange that you were out when you are so... protected."
"Stifled is the word I'd use."
"So, Ginny kissed you, you ran, saved me and then..."
"Okay, so I get back to the common room and find Hermione crying."
"Merlin, I do believe I know what's coming."
"If you're so clever do go on." Harry said with a smirk, not thinking she would get it in a million years.
"Okay... She sought and received confirmation that she is attractive, which, no doubt, you did in your usual charming manner. She possibly asked if she was desirable, at which point you said yes again in the most artless way possible. She would then, I think, kiss you."
Harry blinked, "This is scary, go on."
"I have a feeling you reciprocated quite enthusiastically, perhaps lost yourselves for a moment. Then one of you came to your senses and realized that you were kissing your best friend."
"She did, but I was quite happily kissing my best friend."
Cissy chuckled slightly, "I have heard she is VERY intelligent. I would imagine that she at some point realized that she was using you to confirm to herself that she IS in fact desirable and attractive plus whatever else she needed to find out. So she got scared and ran off."
"Bloody hell"
Cissy smiled, "You did nothing wrong there, Harry, that I promise you. If YOU had broken the kiss, it would have made her think she was not desirable. It was better for her to stop herself. She will hate herself for a while, but soon come to her senses. She may be a little skittish around you for a while though."
"I'm not used to girls being able to think when I'm kissing them," he said, not realizing that he sounded somewhat arrogant.
"Full of yourself, aren't we?"
"Am I?" he asked.
"Prove your claim" Cissy said with a mocking smile.
"You're trying to trip me up again, aren't you?"
"No, actually at this point I think you're being an arrogant little shit."
Harry's eyes flashed. "Fine"
Inwardly cackling, she rounded the table and looked down at him. "Move back then," she said.
Harry scooted back. Then she sat across his lap, "Well?" she said
Then he kissed her.
She was not sure how much later but she came back to herself with his hand halfway up her dress and feeling one hundred percent aroused. Where his hand lay, her skin was on fire and it was spreading around her system, giving her a painfully hard nipple erection and getting her going on just about every level possible. Nevertheless, he had stopped damn it!
His eyes were burning into hers and he was looking more than a little stoked himself. A good-sized erection was pressing into her leg and frankly she was more than little put out he had the self-control to stop. He had not been boasting though, this Granger girl must have a brain like clockwork to start thinking during THAT experience.
"I think you've proved your point." She breathed, "Are you going to continue?"
"Are you going to get off my lap?"
"Are you going to stop playing with my stocking tops?" She shot back with a pout.
"I should," he said, and then more firmly, "I will. As I said before..."
"Too noble for you own good, Harry. Let this be a lesson to you, young man and a woman is a manipulative thing when you are keeping something from them that they want," she told him, sliding off his lap with exaggerated care, her hand trailing across his chest as she did so. She stood beside him and smirked. "Harry..."
"Hmmm?"
"Your hand?"
"Oh shit... bugger, oh ... Drat," he removed his hand and she felt the loss intensely. I was as if someone had put out a nearby fire or something, the warmth leeching away into the cold of the kitchen.
She sashayed back to her seat, crossing her legs with a haunting smile on her face. "So who was next?"
"Who what when?"
"Your story?"
"What story?" Harry said, still looking a little fuzzy. He gave himself a shake and then his eyes cleared a little, though a good dose of lust was still present. 'I just snogged Draco's mum,' he thought to himself with no small amount of humour. 'Damn, I just snogged her and DAMN it was good,' he added. 'She's got better legs than Lav and I finally get why stockings are sexy.'
"Harry?" Cissy prompted, mentally scoring one on her side of her imaginary scoreboard.
"Right, story... Let me see. Oh, did you hear about Cho Chang?"
"Current Head girl"
"Yeah I went out with her last year for a little while, but she's all screwed up about Cedric. I mean, I am too, we should NEVER have tried going out. She really just wanted to resurrect Cedric through me. All she ever did was cry, even when we kissed, she bloody well cried."
"Oh dear, poor girl, but no man likes that sort of thing."
"Exactly, Only trouble is last year I was ... softer than I am now."
"You certainly felt pretty hard to me," she said with a saucy smile.
Harry blinked, "So I'm walking away from one mess when another suddenly drags me into a bloody broom cupboard. I'm in a broom storage device so frankly I wasn't worried that Voldemort was there, unless there's something I should know about him?" He added with a smirk.
"He does have quite a few people spending a worrying amount of time on their knees before him," she replied.
Harry shivered in revulsion, shortly followed by her. "I wish I hadn't said that."
"I wish you hadn't said that too," he agreed.
"Quick, on with the story while I scrub out my mind."
"Okay so she wants to get back with me, I think. In fact she pretty much offered herself up to me on a platter."
"You didn't take her up on the offer."
"Not even close, though my body was trying to tell me otherwise."
Cissy smirked, "You are a virile young man Harry. Allow yourself some fun."
"It wouldn't be a whole hell of a lot of fun with her leaking all the time. She put my hand on her ... breast and she was STILL crying. I think her valve is broken or something. Either that or it is I. I mean a lot of girls have been acting really odd around me lately."
Cissy chuckled, "Perhaps, anything else."
"I did have a strange conversation with Luna but I can't really talk about the details of that yet," he said. "Sorry. It is not that I do not trust you it is that... We don't trust you fully yet."
"I think you're showing me quite a bit of trust. Any of this information would be useful to V... V... The Dark Lord."
Harry smiled, "Call him Moldy Warts, I find it works for me."
She looked at him stunned for a moment then burst into laughter. "I'll remember to do that," she said through her chuckles.
"So that's about it really. My day of confusion."
"Well that's quite a tale," she said with a smile. "I know several things. You are clueless about women so far; utterly charming without guile, a truly awesome kisser and sexually very active even if you have yet to copulate."
"I pretty much knew most of that. I was hoping for an insight into the female mind here."
"Well, Lavender is easy to work out. Despite her own looks, and I am thinking she is very attractive; she is insecure and believes her friend to be more attractive than she is. She saw how much you enjoyed yourself with her before and has likely been worried that you will want to do it again. The statue was just justification to her. I doubt she had in fact said yes to your friend at the time she confronted you, though. When things turned uglier, she upped the stakes considerably, which was silly of her, as you do not mess with friendships that will explode in your face. True for men, but strangely not so true for women, I think at their hearts, all women see each other as competition, or at the very least someone to measure yourself against."
"Interesting, please go on. I am learning more in this discussion than a lifetime of trail and error. But let me ask you, should I be mad at Lavender?"
"That is entirely up to you. I am sure she does not want your pity, though, and that is what you are feeling currently, I am sure. It is not that unusual for a young woman to feel thus. Tell me, have you ever stated a preference in front of her."
"I don't HAVE a preference. I just like women."
"Darling, you've only had girls. When I finally get my claws into you, then you will have a woman," she said sultrily.
"You're a devil woman. Now stop trying to drive me even nuttier and keep going."
"Hermione, as I said, was straight forward. She needed confirmation and you gave it to her. Bravo, well done. I warn you though that things could be rocky for a while. If your friend Ron ever finds out, fireworks will fly."
"Yeah, figured that one out"
"I suggest he doesn't."
"Can you imagine what will happen if he finds out about Lavender?" Harry asked rhetorically.
"I expect you'll have a fist fight, get roaring drunk, fight some more and wake up friends. Men are such simple creatures."
"I resemble that remark." Harry said with a smirk. "I hope you're right about that, though. I am worried she will say something to him to either hurt him or get back at me. She was plenty mad at me."
"Well, of course. What I would do is seduce Parvati, but I was a Slytherin."
"I was almost sorted there actually."
"That would've driven Severus insane"
"We're actually getting on quite a bit better now." Harry commented, "But please do continue. What The HELL is Cho up to?"
"That's trickier. I suspect she either wants to 'atone' for last year and her using of you. Or she truly wants you."
"She virtually begged me on her knees... If you see what I mean."
"Dear me, what are the standards for Head Girls these days. Was she at least any good?"
"I said almost."
She smirked, "I can slip under the table now and show what it's like if you want?"
Harry swallowed hard, "I'm not without some experience with that subject."
'Lucky Little Bitch!' she thought, "Really, shame, but I doubt you know what it's truly like. It's a subject best learned by doing, the more you do it the better you become," she drawled looking him in the eye. She was becoming more and more brazen, but goddamn it, she wanted him. It was burning at her now. The longer she spent with him, the more she wanted him.
"Perhaps" he said, carefully crossing his legs and wincing slightly as he did so.
Cissy smirked, "Cho is your biggest problem for now. Lavender, I suspect, will cause problems down the line. Hermione and you are too good of friends to let this ruin that, from what I understand and they way your talk about her at least."
"What should I do about Cho?"
"Honestly, do you ... fancy her?"
"Physically, very much so"
"Mentally"
"She's intelligent, so yes."
"Emotionally"
"Not in the least."
"You have two options, then." Cissy said carefully. "One, you are young, you want her. Have her... Enjoy each other for a while and split up. Two, you tell her a straight no. I am guessing you did not do that in the first place, you would be too worried about hurting her or something equally as ridiculously noble. Without realizing that, you are only making it worse in the end. A typical Gryffindor trait, avoid the pain in the short run, make it worse by not thinking it through."
"Part of me... A recent addition to my psyche, likes option one. The rest of me is horrified by it. Currently we're tied," he admitted.
"Interesting." Cissy said, "I have to admit I'm slight put out by that answer."
"You're different, Cissy. Even I know the emotional ... whirl pool you are in after your near miss. As much as I WANT to take you up on your offer, and god do I want it," he paused, recollecting his thoughts, "I just can't do that to you right now. I need to be sure your head is in the right place before I could take you seriously."
'The right place for my head is in your lap darling' is what she wanted to say, but she had to admit he might have a point.
"Honour is important to me, strangely doing... Option one with Cho does not bother me though. I think because, in truth, she has already used me for her own means and, frankly, might be trying to again. Only this time I'll be the one in control of the situation." He sighed, "It's the possible fall out from Lavender that worries me. I think if I did as you suggest, I could REALLY make things worse, not that I think I could knowingly go out and seduce anyone."
"Trust me, my darling, you could... With my help." she said.
"Your help?" Harry said sounding interested despite himself.
Cissy smiled, inwardly.
-oOo-
The next few weeks ambled past for Harry and he found that Cissy was right in her predictions. Hermione WAS skittish around him, until he had cornered her and they had talked. Lavender and Ron continued to go out, being somewhat public in their displays of affection until McGonagall herself had taken them to one side and told them to quit it or else Ron would loose his captaincy.
No snog was worth that to Ron. He had not stopped but at least it was not constantly in Hermione's face anymore. Harry had helped her through that all by being honest with her, giving her confirmation of her attractiveness, though they didn't confirm that fact physically, mores the pity as far as Harry was concerned.
His 'lessons' with Cissy continued unabated and she continued n private to pursue him in her own way. He constantly and gently rebutted her.
A couple of things became known though.
On one visit to the HQ to see Cissy, he had stumbled across Bill and Tonks making out like crazy, who had hit him hard for some reason. He had thought she liked him, but apparently, she preferred Bill.
This was fine, except the next week, he did the same thing, only this time it was Bill and Fleur.
This PISSED HIM OFF, but he had nothing he could do about it.
Eventually he asked Cissy what to do. She had told him to leave well alone, partially because he did not want to hurt a Weasley, though it had come close lately with Ron with Lav and now Bill with his philandering ways. In addition, because it was a hot kettle that he did not want to spill all over himself, besides it was not as if he was not having his own problems. Cho was becoming more than slightly insistent, not to mention annoying. He still could not quite bring himself to tell her to piss off, though. To be frank, he was getting seriously horny and had a willing 'subject' at hand.
It was one quiet Saturday afternoon while everyone was at Hogsmeade when things came to a head.
"Harry, I've been looking for you everywhere." Cho said, catching up to him in an empty hallway.
Harry let out a breath, about to turn her down flat. When he turned around and saw her.
Her long black hair was running down her back, the sunlight back lighting her so her figure was showing through the quite short dress she was wearing. A pair of clunky looking heels turned her legs into a wet dream and she was looking at him intensely. "What can I do for you, Cho?"
She looked around, pulling him into an empty classroom. She performed several locking and silencing charms on the door and turned to face him. "You don't believe me, do you," she said seemingly unexpectedly.
"Believe you?" He asked, eying her body hungrily. Something was calling out to him and it was getting louder, a need to do something. It was frankly the call of the wild. It was getting harder and harder to ignore too. A part of him was feral, part Dragon and, more recently, part big cat. A heady combination was screwing with his mental processes quite a bit lately. Therefore, Option 1 was looking pretty damn tasty right now. Especially with that much of her athletic body showing. It may be shallow, but damn it he was a teenager he was supposed to be shallow!
"Believe that I'll do anything you want," she said, taking a step towards him. The clunk of her heel unnaturally loud in his ears, her presence was filling his senses, smell, auditory, sight and taste. The whole shebang was crashing down on him. Pushing nobility to one side and speaking one word endlessly. Take, take, and take. 'Fucking hell,' he suddenly realized, 'I'm in heat or something!'
"Let me prove it to you Harry, give me a chance."
"Cho, you don't know what you're getting into. Run while you can," he warned her, his voice a good octave deeper than normal.
"I know the dangers that surround you, Harry. Better than most, I would say. I do not care about that. Let me make you happy Harry."
"What is it you want from me, Cho?" He asked, steadying himself on the table, gripping the top hard.
"Whatever you want to give," she said. A step closer she came.
His eyes traced the movement of her leg and ran it up her body. 'Oh god, she is virtually naked.' he thought to himself. "Aren't you cold?" he found himself asking.
She shook her head, "Actually I'm feeling VERY warm right now, Harry..." she stepped into his personal space, "How are you feeling Harry?" She asked, reaching down to his crotch. She smiled, "I'd say you're feeling pretty hard right now."
"Last warning, Cho, I'm not who I used to be. The danger you need to worry about is from me, not around me." He said, shaking slightly.
"You're shaking, Harry. Just let go, enjoy Me.," she offered. "What do you want me to do for you?"
Harry's eyes flashed emerald fire. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her in close, "How far are you willing to go, Cho?" He said in a low, almost sibilant, voice.
"You're hurting me Harry... I think I like it." She said, her pupils dilating.
"What is it you're willing to do?" He demanded in that same tone.
Cho rubbed his cock through his trousers again, "I'll do that," she said breathing hard.
"Cho, I can touch myself."
She took his spare hand and held it to her breast, "You can touch these." She said arching her back so her small but firm breast was thrust into his hand, a hard nub of flesh more than apparent to his touch.
"This isn't the first time I've touched a tit. Do better."
She slid his hand down with a challenge in her expression. His hand floated down her body and between her thighs. "You can touch this," she said then gasped as he did so. His fingers sliding her underwear to one side and breaching her core. "Oh," she said in surprise and she shuddered slightly, "Oh yes, Harry Yes!" she said thrusting her hips rhythmically.
"It's a nice pussy, Cho, but not the first time I've done this either."
"Who?" she asked.
"None of yours, Cho We're not going out or anything you know."
"What else did she do for you?" she asked, "What can I that will please you?"
"Explain why you're so damn interested in pleasing me for starters." Harry purred as he worked his finger deeper inside of her.
Her eyelids fluttered slightly.
"Stay with me, Cho, or I'll stop."
"No," she said snapping too the real world.
"Why are you so interested in making me happy?"
"Because I owe you," she said simply.
"That's what I thought-" he said looking at her intently. "You owe me nothing, Cho. I hereby free you from any obligation you feel you have towards me."
"Oh god, please don't stop," she pleaded, her hand resting on his shoulder to brace herself. Their eyes met and Harry smiled slightly.
Then he kissed her hard and passionately. She moaned into his mouth, as he did not stop what he was doing to her now very moist pussy. She ached for a better angle, eventually resting her leg on a nearby desk. Luckily, with her heels she was just the right height to do so.
Harry stopped.
"No," she said pitifully.
Harry smiled at her and slithered down her body, kissing her breasts as he did so, gently biting her hard nipples in the process. She yelped in pleasure as he did so, but looked at him curiously, "What are you do- oh god."
Harry's tongue flicked out rhythmically as he held her apart with his fingers, then he sucked her clitoris and sent her into a screaming orgasm. That was how wound up she had been. He did not stop though, his hands holding her thighs now. He let his power flow a little and she groaned incoherently at him.
In truth, this was an experiment for him. He knew his touch did something that girls liked and he knew it was his magic doing it. He just wanted to know what happened if he jacked it up a little.
Cho rocketed through another orgasm that made her knees buckle from under her. Harry caught her just in time and laid her out on the teacher's desk. He pushed up her dress and looked her over. "Take this off," he said.
It took her a moment to get back to him on that, but she did comply, her entire body was firing off sparks of spasmodic pleasure and making it hard to think clearly enough to do, as he wanted. Harry lifted his hands off her flesh and she cleared up immediately, but moaned pitifully.
He watched the dress being removed and her full naked, athletic glory was revealed to his hungry gaze. He reached out and caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples and making her cry out in pleasure as he was still pumping out the power. He ran his hands all over her body, drinking her in, cupping her, tweaking her and caressing her skin from every angle. His lips fastened around her dark nipples and followed her movement as she virtually dropped back on to the desk, a sigh of pleasure falling from her lips, before they drifted downwards, nipping and licking his way down her creamy colored skin.
By this point, Cho was on a different planet, her hands grasping his hair and guiding him to where she really wanted his tongue.
He granted her request as he met her lips, he amped up the power a little more and she exploded against him. Her body showing it was more than ready for entry, only he held himself back from going that extra step, even though he was certain Cho would welcome it by this point. He just was not sure he wanted his first to be with Cho-Hosepipe-Chang, but he needed some form of release that was for sure. First, though, he had an experiment to complete.
Cho blacked out around orgasm six, so he let his power fade and enervated her. "Cho?" He asked.
She gave him a glassy eyed stare. "I think it's your turn," he said simply.
She promptly fainted again.
Harry groaned, "Well this sucks," he commented. Waking her again, "Get dressed, Cho" he said, realizing he was not going to get anywhere now. His experiment had been... fruitful, if somewhat frustrating for him personally. Cho, on the other hand, was just about as satiated as she could handle.
"Now you owe me one, Cho," he said before he sent her on her way.
"Anything you want, Harry," she said with a silly grin on her face and stumbled away.
Harry gently head butted the wall.
"Can I do that for you, Potter?" A snaky voice called out from behind him. He glanced at his watch, damn had it been that long already?
"Daphne?" He asked, looking around at her in surprise. "Some reason you want to put my head through the wall?" He asked mildly. 'Damn she looks hot even in jeans'
"I know it was you," she snarled. "I can't prove it yet, but I know!" She said stepping up in his face, which, considering she was several inches shorter than he was, normally just went to show how high her heels obviously were.
"What was me?" He asked cautiously.
"That stunt at the start of term. I know it was you."
"What gives you that impression?" He asked mildly.
"No one else could've pulled it off and gotten away with it," she told him.
"Well, if you're going to use logic like that..." he said sarcastically.
"Watch yourself, Potter," she said, virtually snarling in his face.
He had just about had enough of good-looking women, so he did something quite strange. He grabbed her and planted one on her but good. She fought him for a moment, then moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss wrapping herself around him.
"Oi! Greengrass, what the hell?" Came a familiar snide voice.
'Bollocks, enough already!' Harry begged the stars, or, rather, the roof.
"Sorry," Daphne whispered.
Harry frowned slightly.
"HOW DARE YOU!" She screeched and, WHAM, left a stinging handprint on his cheek.
The air crackled but strangely, Harry was starting to get used to this. Daphne backed off quickly. "Don't do it again," she said somewhat weakly as stinging retorts went she had already said it all.
She gathered Draco in her wake and his goons followed. Harry thumped his head back against the wall. "This is NOT my day... Again!" He lamented, though he had just brought the Head Girl off on a teachers desk about 5 times, so it was not all bad he supposed.
Of course, he was suffering from a serious case of blue balls.