Chapter 21: A Black Matter
A Black Matter
Harry was returning from the entrance of Slytherin common room, having just escorted Daphne back to her room under his cloak, since Daphne was far from a state appropriate for the public eye. He wanted to stay back there for a second round, but Daphne was afraid of her roommate arriving. It wasn't something that would discourage him, but he was reluctant to push Daphne too hard too fast.
He was still near the entrance, mulling about the plan they cooked up with Daphne about how to destroy Malfoy Family's credibility when he noticed a golden opportunity to initiate the first stage of his plan. Malfoy had just took a turn at the other end of the corridor, a crowd of Slytherins around him, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini in addition to his usual bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle.
A thunderous expression appeared on Malfoy's face as soon as he noticed Harry. "Potter!" he shouted, drawing his wand simultaneously, dashing towards him without a concern. Harry also discreetly pulled his wand, but left it pointed on the ground. He could handle Malfoy without his wand, but he preferred to keep the ability as a hidden ace unless the situation demanded it. More importantly, he sent a mental sign to Black Ring, canceling its invisibility, as it being visible would work to his benefit. Malfoy was too angry to notice it, and Crabbe and Goyle were not famous for their observational skills. He wasn't sure about Zabini and Nott, but he was willing to bet that they would stay silent even if they noticed it, and it would be convenient to have witnesses later on.
Malfoy was just a step away from him, an angry expression on his face, pointing his wand towards Harry. It was a situation that demanded Harry's attention, which was precisely why Harry ignored him like he was invisible, and turned towards Nott and Zabini instead. "Hello, gentlemen. How can I help you?"
As Harry expected, being visibly dismissed as inconsequential didn't exactly help Malfoy's mental state. He grabbed Harry's collar and started to shout. "You bastard! I'll kill you if I see you near Astoria. You will leave her alone. Do you understand me?!"
While Malfoy was going on with his tirade, Harry was paying attention to others, to see if any of them noticed his new accessory. He even shook his hand discreetly, hoping one of them would notice before he needed to rely on acts that might also be noticed by Malfoy. A few seconds later, he noticed Zabini's eyes growing wide in shock as his gaze got stuck to his ring. Perfect, Harry thought. "What?" he murmured, acting like he just saw Malfoy. "Astoria wants to see me? Sure, let me go and meet her in an abandoned classroom?" he said, ending with an eyebrow wiggle that left no doubt about what he meant. His earlier words should have been clear enough, but over-explaining was never a bad path to take when it came to Malfoy. Then Harry turned his back, giving him the opportunity for a perfect sneak attack.
He was sure Malfoy would take the shot, though he kept his magical senses open just in case. There was always the risk that he underestimated the lengths Malfoy would go when he was angered, and dying from a cutting curse to the neck from behind just because he misjudged a situation would be just pitiful. He felt justified when he felt a bonebreaker leaving Malfoy's wand, but thanks to Malfoy's poor aim, it was moving towards his arm instead of somewhere lethal.
It wasn't something he couldn't dodge, but he just continued his walk and let it connect with his arm, its momentum enough to unbalance him, his fall accompanied by the horrible sound of a cracking bone. Despite the pain, a smile appeared on Harry's face, happy that his plan was progressing even better than he expected. There was only one question in his mind as he stood up, how much of his power he was going to reveal to Zabini and Nott. Too little, and they would defend Malfoy's side of events, thinking there was no consequence of angering Harry. Too much, he risked his abilities to be known by people less than friendly.
A seconds consideration later, he decided to go with the showy version, mainly because Zabini was the heir of his family, and impressing him would open the way for future cooperation, an impressive reward considering they stayed neutral in most events. And impressing Nott wouldn't hurt either. While he wasn't the heir of his family, he still held a significant sway in Slytherin, and he would be much more reluctant to support Malfoy's schemes if he knew just who he risked to anger. And it wasn't like he would be able to keep his abilities under cover for too long.
Decision made, Harry let his wand drop from his hand, but he made no attempt of picking it up, not giving even the slightest inclination that he was in pain. He could see a satisfied smirk on Malfoys face, a surprised one on Nott's, and a disappointed one on Zabini's. Then Harry smiled. It was a smile that a fish saw just before finding its end between razor-sharp teeth of a shark. He raised his hand, and a sudden wave of magical pressure moved in the corridor, strong enough to rattle even the onlookers. Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy ended up slamming into the wall, then slumped down, unconscious. He opened his palm, his wand flew back, then turned to Nott and Zabini.
"So, gentlemen," he spoke in a perfectly amenable tone. "I'm sure you witnessed Malfoy's cowardly attack on Lord Black, right?" he said, casually flashing his ring. Nott's mouth fell open in shock, while Zabini nodded dazedly. "I'm sure you would happily grant a minor boon by keeping what you saw here secret unless I call you to witness, right?" he added, flaring his power to make sure they understood it was not something they could ignore without consequences. Not only they would be wronging the newly revealed Lord Black, they would be wronging a wizard that just displayed a frightening amount of power and control in a casual manner.
Nott nodded in panic. "Of course, Lord Black," Zabini said calmly and eloquently, not showing any sign of his earlier shock, displaying an impressive capability for adaptation. Harry was impressed and took a note to pay more attention to him. Harry nodded, then started his walk to the infirmary, his mind already busy with the letter he was about to compose to Narcissa.
Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black, climbed the stairs of the Three Broomstick, her mind in shambles, trying to comprehend the situation she was in. Earlier today, while she was busy preparing for yet another tea party she was about to host in Malfoy Mansion, she received a very ominous letter, sealed with a personal sigil she hadn't seen for a long time, the personal seal of Lord Black, sending chills of fear across her body. No one was supposed to have access to that particular mark before Draco reached his majority and took the reigns as Lord Black.
However, no matter how bad how apprehension was, it melted against the utter fear she felt after she read the letter. The new Lord Black was informing her that her son attacked him while his back was turned with a potentially deadly curse, without any declaration or acceptable provocation. The possible ramifications of it were enough to freeze her blood, under the light of Black family charter. Black family respected sneak attacks and other underhanded methods, but only if they were successful, with failure earning harsh punishments.
Then, he had invited her to a private lunch meeting in Three Broomsticks, to discuss the apprehensible behavior of his son. To make things even worse, he signed the letter as Lord Black and nothing else, clearly intending to keep her uninformed, therefore unbalanced. She didn't like to admit, but the tactic was working excellently, mainly because of his son's idiocy, forcing her to act in a hurry, not allowing for any attempt to push the date forward while she gathered information about the mysterious appearance of Lord Black.
To make things worse, she hadn't been able to ask her son any question about the event. Draco would definitely inform Lucius, and he would insist on joining the meeting, something she didn't want for three reasons. First, because Lucius had a tendency to come too strong in any kind of negotiation, a tactic that rarely resulted in success when he met anyone other than his usual flunkies or cowards. Considering the possible implications of his actions, there was little chance Lord Black belonged to that group. After all, He was literally risking his life just by making Malfoy family aware of his existence. Second, because Lord Black asked for her, and her only, and she didn't want to risk his ire needlessly.
Third, she thought forlornly, pulling her outer robe tighter, was the clothes she was wearing under her robe. It was a distasteful option, but she wasn't above showing a little flesh to distract people if it allowed her to hold an advantageous position, though she rarely had to rely on that. She was aware of her status as one of the most beautiful women in Britain, and a flash of a smile and a careless lean to display a bit of skin saved her more than one situation. She saw no reason for this one to be different, especially since this new Lord Black was likely to be a young man, definitely no older than thirty-five. Otherwise, he would be eligible for his Lordship while Malfoy family was distracted with the aftermath of the war, getting his lordship an easy proposition.
She stood before the door and took a breath to calm her frayed nerves, then knocked the door. "Come in," a familiar voice said, but Narcissa failed to identify it. She entered the room, her eyes growing in shock upon seeing the sole occupant of the room. Harry Potter. She wanted to think that it was a joke because he neither had enough Black blood to matter, nor he was old enough to be eligible for Lordship in the first place. Still, she didn't spend any time disputing, because his left hand was gently resting on the table, the ring clearly visible. While it was possible to fake the ring, it was impossible to fake the subtle tug, connecting with her family magic.
"Why don't you sit down, Narcissa," Harry said, patting the seat next to him. He was smiling widely, smugness oozing from him.
For a second, Narcissa said nothing, trying to assess the situation in her mind. She felt most of her panic dissipate, Potter was not a bad one to be subject to as much as Lord Black's went. Young, impetuous, unaware of the finer details of the social culture of Magical World, inexperienced when it came to matters of the flesh, making him quite vulnerable to her manipulations. Even why he called her was clear. She knew the rivalry him and her son shared, and clearly, this was a part of it. Narcissa felt a spark of anger against his presumption, daring to try to manipulate her in a petty schoolyard rivalry, but didn't let her face to show any of it. He would learn his lesson soon enough.
Since the table already carried some refreshments, there was no need to call Rosmerta once again, so Narcissa locked the door. She didn't want any random onlookers for what she was about to do. She walked to the coat hanger and removed her robe, revealing the tight little black dress underneath, something she picked from a muggle shop. No matter how much distaste she had towards the new bloods with their bumbling ways, trying to destroy centuries of traditions, she couldn't deny the attractiveness of Muggle fashion. She never saw the point of wholesome rejection her husband advocated. She turned, and noted Harry's hungry gaze stuck on her long legs, occasionally slipping towards her bust, visible through an enticing cleavage. She walked to the seat Harry pointed, a deliberate, excessive sway on her hips. She made sure to accidentally rub her sides to his body while she sat down, knowing it would go halfway in turning his brains to mush. "So, Harry," she started in a seductive tone. "I can call you Harry, right?"
"Sure, Narcissa, you can call me whatever you want," Harry said, throwing his hand over her shoulder.
Narcissa was perturbed a little, finding his voice a little too calm for her tastes, but ignored it. She wanted to push his hand away, she didn't expect him to be that aggressive but didn't want to shot him down this early. After all, how much trouble a boy not even in his twenties could cause, she thought. "You mentioned an accident my son has caused. I was so sad when I heard it, and I'm sure Draco would extend his apologies to it as soon as I talk with him," she said in a husky tone, deliberately putting her chest out, creating a deep view of her cleavage. "We can wrap this issue quickly, right?"
"I don't know, Narcissa," Harry said, then his hand started to caress her arm gently. She gritted her teeth, annoyed at his presumption, and gave a small shook to her shoulder, hoping he would pull his hand at her subtle rebuke, but he kept his hand moving despite it. Then Harry continued. "A bonebreaker hex is not something I would call an accident."
And just like that, her earlier panic was back in full force. Apparently, the situation was worse than she assumed. It was one thing to use a schoolyard hex to cause harm, which always gave wiggle room to the attacker, but a combat spell was a clear cut case. As the Lord of the Black Family, it gave him the right to throw both her and Draco out of the family. It would be bad for Draco, resulting in a significant loss of prestige, but it was nothing compared to her own situation. It would be an unmitigated disaster.
She had no illusions about her marriage. It was little more than a business arrangement, and the most tangible thing she brought to the table was the connection to Black family. She was also an accomplished dueler and a shrewd politician, but she also knew that her husband consistently underestimated her skills in both dimensions. The fact that she was neutral in terms of the conflict between Voldemort and Dumbledore didn't help the matters either, creating a barrier that prevented him from trusting fully. If she lost her Black connection, Lucius would get rid of her almost instantly, and she knew far too much about Malfoy family operations for divorce to an option.
And more importantly, she had no family to protect her. Sirius, Bellatrix, and Andromeda were only ones left from her once extended family. Bellatrix wouldn't be of help from the hole she was in, and even if she was free, Narcissa never had a good enough relationship with her to expect to be protected against another Death Eater. While she still maintained a secret communication with Andromeda even after her banishment, and she would doubtlessly try to help, she lacked the power to protect her from Lucius. The only one that could possibly help her was Sirius.
But she didn't know whether she could ask for help. Before the war, when she thought he was supporting Dumbledore's side, they had a tentative communication, based on mutual respect. Narcissa ignored his pseudo-banishment from the family, and Sirius respected her neutrality. But still, learning that Sirius was a supporter of Voldemort all along had been a nasty surprise to her, as if he lied something as fundamental as this to her, what else she could trust. An image that was solidified after him rabidly trying to kill Potter, just like Bellatrix would. And he never ever tried to contact with her after he was free, something he should be able to do through Lucius easily. So, Narcissa didn't think Sirius would be a viable defender if she suddenly became Lucius' target.
A glance at Harry's face revealed a supremely confident face, showing that just how badly she misjudged the situation. Harry looked fully aware of implications of his implicit threat and was aware just how badly he managed to corner her without even lifting a finger. It was clear that no matter her choice, he would be the victor in a sense. Either she would reject and die, all without a fault of his own, or she would comply with his wishes.
The first one was not an option, she didn't want to die, not like this. She needed to convince Harry to keep her as a part of the Black Family no matter what, something Harry was apparently aware of. Whether Draco stayed in or out didn't matter much, after all, he would still be the Malfoy Heir, granting him a degree of protection. She was under his control, making her feel powerless in a way she never faced before. Then, he turned his emerald gaze to her eyes, keeping her prisoner. Suddenly, his amused expression went serious, and a wave of power slammed her, permeating the room in a magnitude she only experienced twice, once with Dark Lord, once with Dumbledore, the aftermath of a raid that left several of his students dead. And while his power didn't have the burning fury of Dark Lord, or cold rage of Dumbledore -it felt more like a warm blanket- its intensity and power was no less. It finally clicked just how truly hopeless her situation was…
In that situation, she almost welcomed his hands, one caressing her stomach while the other wandered over her legs. At least, he had a price in his mind in return for keeping her in the family. Still, the realization didn't prevent her from freezing in shock, leaving Harry free to explore her body with impunity. It had been a long while since she felt a man's touch. Her husband never did after Draco's birth, and despite her frequent hidden frays to London, she was never tempted to try a muggle man, their lack of magic was repulsive to her. She did her best to endure as Harry's hands explored her body, after all, her destiny was between his lips.
But then, things started to go out of control. Despite her best efforts to keep her eyes away, her gaze fell on his slightly parted lips, wondering about just how aggressive he would be if she put her lips over them. And even when she managed to keep her gaze away, it fell on his crotch instead, enchanted by the sheer size of the tent building up there. His fingers slowly traveled up her side, leaving a glancing trail to her breasts, still covered with her dress, and reached the edge of her lips, leaving an electrified trail behind.
Her mouth opened without a conscious thought, and his finger slipped inside. Her lips clamped around it. A wave of anticipation went through her body as her tongue touched him. Something in her mind clicked, and she came to a decision. She slipped her hand down to his crotch, her mouth opening in shock upon feeling its size. Seeing it through hadn't prepared her from feeling it. A smile sneaked into her lips, maybe convincing her new Lord wouldn't be such a chore. Enthusiasm rose inside, causing her hands to tremble. "Is there anything I can do to make you forgive me, my Lord?" she murmured, trying to hide her sudden enthusiasm.
"Now that you mentioned it, actually there is," he said, his smile getting much wider, his husky tone enough to send shivers across her body.
Narcissa gave up her attempts to control her shallow breathing as a lost cause, as an arousal she never felt before arrested her mind, somehow born from her utter loss of control. She leaned forward and captured his lips, still carrying the aroma of the exquisite wine they were drinking moments ago. Like she expected, his tongue assaulted her mouth instantly, exploring her flesh with great fervor. She pulled back, her tongue lingering on her lips in disbelief. It had been a long time since she had kissed someone, but even the best one she had in her admittedly limited experience was eclipsed compared to the one she just received, filling her a pleasure she never felt before. Even the best sex she had paled in comparison to that kiss.
"Stand up," Harry ordered, and she was halfway up before she even processed the order. "Good girl," he said, and a thrill went through her, her smile widening slightly, despite a part of her mind freezing in shock. Never before someone ordered her so dismissively, and she never thought it would cause something other than a flying rage. "Strip," he said, and her hands instantly darted to her zipper, only to be stopped by a motion. "Slowly," he added. Narcissa blushed like she was just a teenager who received a reprimand. Still, a small rebellion rose inside her. If he wanted a show, she would give him one, one good enough to blow his mind. As a pureblood, she had been classically trained in dance, a repertory she carefully enhanced during her escapades to Muggle London.
She started swaying to an imaginary music, her motions careful, controlled. She waved her wand once and her zipper started to open in its own violation, dragging slowly. Harry's eyes were fixated on her body, but his expression was calm. But she wanted him crazy with arousal. She left her wand to the side and sped up even further. And a while later, she turned her back and leaned forward, displaying her panties, a red, barely visible piece she picked from an exemplary shop called Victoria's Secret, and she perked up when she heard Harry, whistling in appreciation. Her dress slid even lower, and she put her arm to create a barely sufficient cover for her perky breasts, then turned back and resumed her dance, her dress sliding even lower at her each step. Her heart was beating with excitement as more of her flesh revealed under his gaze. Soon, the dress was low enough to step out of it without skipping a beat, forcing her to rely on her arm and her panties as a cover, both quite insufficient if Harry's satisfied expression was any indicator.
Then Harry raised his finger and called her closer…
Chapter 22: Crimson and Black
Crimson and Black
Then Harry raised his finger and called her closer…
Narcissa's heartbeat rose even further as she neared the young man sitting in the corner of the room. The table was on her way, preventing her from getting closer, until he waved his hand carelessly and the table flew away in an impressive display of wandless and wordless magic, shocking her with his the extent of his power once more. She walked closer until she was in front of him, then lowered her arms down, displaying her breasts in full glory. "Did you like my dance, my Lord?" she asked sultrily.
"Not bad," Harry said, his lips curling in a teasing smile.
"Not bad!" Narcissa said, feeling the stirrings of anger for the first time during the evening. She deserved nothing less than a standing ovation. Not only she was an amazing dancer, she was beautiful, with her magic staving the effects of aging. Her body was still in prime condition, her figure unrivaled. She wanted Harry to be hypnotized by her grace, not barely impressed. In her indignation, the reason for her actions in the first place lay forgotten.
Harry's eyebrow rose, the power suddenly flowing out in suffocating waves. He grabbed her nipples, squeezing enough to hurt a bit. "Did you just raise your voice at me, Narcissa?"
She felt a chill spread through her body, however, it paled in comparison to pleasure that came with it, further enhanced by the slight pain she felt. "N-no," she stammered.
"And now you are lying to me," Harry said, twisting her nipple.
"Sorry," Narcissa yelped, instantly followed by a deep moan despite all of her efforts to stave it back.
"Sorry, what?" Harry said, twisting further.
Narcissa was shocked by the words that spilled from her tongue, but she was unable to prevent them. They felt just right. "Sorry, my Lord," she stammered.
"Good," he said, the smile back on his lips. "But…"
Somehow, Narcissa understood what he wanted her to say. "I have offended you, my Lord," she said. "Please punish me."
Harry just smiled, then raised his hand, and a paddle, covered in velvet, appeared from the thin air. The unfamiliar feeling of arousal increased even further. She lay on Harry's knees, trying to contain her enthusiasm, her barely covered bottom present for Harry's attention. His fingers danced on her sensitive skin for a while, filling her with anticipation. Then, without a warning, the paddle landed on her ass, a rich thud filled the room, joined by Narcissa's moan. His fingers caressed her skin once more, but this time, the sensations on her slightly bruised skin were anything but disappointing.
Then, paddle landed on her bottom once more, extracting yet another sensual moan from her. Then Harry spoke. "Why aren't you counting?"
Narcissa was panting with arousal, but still, forced her lips to form the word. "Two," she gasped, trying to memorize the texture of his fingers, periodically interrupted by the paddle landing on her bottom. After five, her bottom started to sting harshly, after eight, tears were gathering in her eyes, but neither had any impact on the moans that was repeatedly leaving her mouth. "Ten," she finally gasped, her legs trembling in pleasure.
"I don't know," Harry murmured thoughtfully. "You don't seem like you learned your lesson, so let's try a different method. Narcissa was about to say that she learned her lesson, but then she felt his fingers wrapping around the edge of her panties, and decided silence might be a better idea. Her panties slid down to her legs, revealing her pussy a male's gaze for the first time, since her husband was a strictly-missionary-under-the-blankets-while-lights-off person, just as the tradition dictates.
Then, something landed on her bottom once more, the sound of flesh hitting flesh rang between the walls. Narcissa could feel her own juices running down her legs, the pleasure from the paddle paling in comparison to his direct touch, not inhibited by the fabric in between. "Ele-" Narcissa managed to say before losing control of her voice when his fingers caressed her wet nether lips instead of her bottom. At thirteen, his fingers started to linger on her pussy, at fifteen, they finally slipped into her wet tunnel, and at eighteen, her words left her mouth as a wet gurgle, incomprehensible.
At twenty, blows stopped, but Narcissa had no problem with it, because his hands found themselves new tasks, one mauling her breasts and occasionally teasing her rock-hard nipple, the other sliding inside her repeatedly, building up a wave of pleasure. Then finally, the orgasm hit her, a first in her life if she discounted the ones she earned to herself via a toy she purchased from muggle shops. But, the ones from her purple toy was nothing compared to one gifted to her by her Lord.
In a haze, she was barely coherent as her Lord lifted her off his knees in a bridal hold and carried her to the table. She made no comment when he placed her on the table, well-varnished wood pressing to her back. Her attention was grabbed by the feel of her Lord's skin instead. Her consciousness jerked back to the present when he started to undress, revealing his chiseled body, and a very impressive cock, rock-hard in attention, and almost large enough convince Narcissa that she was in a dream. But no dream could withstand to such vivid pleasure.
"Good work, Narcissa," Harry said. "I think a reward is in order. What do you want?" Narcissa parted her legs in anticipation, hoping that he would take her instantly, but instead, he chose to speak further instead. "No answer. Should I assume that you are content and go back to school."
Narcissa felt like she was hit by a stunner. To be left without feeling him inside was an unusually cruel torture. "Please," she begged.
"Please, what?"
"Please, my Lord," Narcissa corrected in a hurry. She knew he wanted to hear what she desired explicitly, but somehow, saying it felt too shameful, even after all that happened.
"Okay," Harry answered, still standing still a foot ahead of her. "Now, tell me what you want!" he ordered, his tone suddenly sharp, authoritative once more.
His sudden shift of turn managed to break her barrier, and the words slipped out. "Please, my Lord. Please fuck me, maul me, use me as you see fit!" she shouted, surprising even herself. He wasted no time, just pushed his shaft inside her, sliding easily into her wet tunnel. Narcissa was once again beset by unfamiliar sensations that invaded every part of her being. The table scraped her back with his every motion, adding pain to the pleasure she felt. His fingers sank on her breasts, occasionally squeezing her nipples.
He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her back. Anticipating his move, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He stood up, lifting her with him. She put her arms around his neck, trying to keep stable. His weight pushed his cock deeper inside her, reminding her sensations long forgotten. He walked towards the wall, pressing her back on the wall, then he started slamming inside her. Narcissa was trapped, no escape, no respite, but she was loving every second of it. With all the pleasure assaulting her senses, it didn't take long for her walls to clench in yet another orgasm, but this time, her clenching managed to trigger his climax as well, and she felt herself being filled. She knew she should have panicked, instead, the only thing she felt was a deep satisfaction.
His arms stayed around her as he walked back to his seat and sat back, consequently, Narcissa ended on his lap, facing him, his half-erect cock still inside her, slowly growing back to its original glory. Then Harry spoke. "Since we have solved the issue of discipline, we can return to why I asked for your presence. I need your help with Sirius."
Narcissa felt like a switch went off, anger flaring in the depths of her heart. "How dare you!" she bellowed. "How dare you asking my help to kill my cousin, my own blood." She knew there was only two possibility for Harry, he either wanted to kill him directly to take revenge, or he wanted him to be captured by the ministry, which would have ended with Dementors, a fate worse than death. Narcissa tried to pull away, but his arms kept her in his lap, his cock, completely erect once more, still inside her.
She would like to say that she continued to struggle in an attempt to get away from him, but that would be a lie. Despite the anger she felt, pulling away from the pleasure required more willpower than she could command in her depleted state, which made her even more humiliated. There was a man, asking for her help to murder her cousin, and she was unable to pull away from his cock. She felt helpless.
In her confused state, it took a barely thought for her arm to swing with all of her might behind, and connect with Harry's cheek with a mighty noise, hard enough to turn his head. The chill of fear covered her insides the moment she realized she just slapped someone that could sign her death order with a simple effort from his part, and with the power to rival Voldemort. A blanket of power filling the room only made her more afraid. Then he slowly turned his head, an incomprehensible expression on her face. She didn't know what to expect, a fist to the face, or a banishing hex hard enough to embed her into the wall. She closed her eyes in fear, trembling inside.
The last thing she expected was to feel the warmth of a pair of lips on her own, hungry and aggressive. In shock, her mouth opened in shock, and a tongue slipped inside. She was confused. She was expecting pain as her punishment, not an aggressive tongue, violating her mouth recklessly. And the power that filled the room, addling her brain further didn't help to put her thoughts in order.
She stopped thinking and defaulted to the only thing that made any sense, the presence inside her. Her hips started to move, matching the rhythm of her Lord's plowing. Her voice muffled by his lips, her movements restricted by his arms, there was nothing to do for her except passively enjoy. She lost all perception of time under repetitive orgasms, regaining only a semblance of it when she filled with his own release once more.
"If you were to listen to me before going off the handle," Harry said, a warm smile appearing on his face. "When I asked your help for Sirius, I meant I need your help to clear his name, but from your reaction, I could see that you didn't know he was innocent."
Narcissa felt like she was struck by a thunder. Sirius' crimes had been one of the most visceral moments of the aftermath of the war, shaking the world by showing just how deep Death Eater infiltration went, and she just learned that it was all false. She wouldn't believe if it came from anyone else, but he was Harry Potter, the one most invested in Sirius' fate even without adding the Black business into the fold. Anger flared inside her once more, this time against Lucius, the one that convinced her about Sirius' guilt. And like an idiot, she believed him by disregarding everything she knew about her cousin. "How?" she said in a trembling voice.
She listened in carefully as he explained the truth behind Sirius' incarceration, his escape, and how Snape and Fudge destroyed his chance to freedom. Tears freely flew from her eyes, horrified by almost two decades in Azkaban despite being innocent. Harry's arms wrapped around her, patting her back, silently supporting her.
"So, what do you plan to do?" Narcissa murmured after she managed to gather herself a bit, still sitting in his lap.
"I don't have a plan yet, but as long Fudge is in power, it's impossible to free Sirius…" he started.
"And it's impossible to dislodge Fudge as long as Lucius' power base stays in place," Narcissa completed his sentence. "And he will lose everything," she added. "He dared to cross my blood, and he'll learn why no one crosses the Black family."
"Good, then let's talk about our plan," he said, then his smile suddenly widened in a way that sent tingles inside her. "But first, there is still the punishment for the slap. Are you ready for it?"
A similar smile popped on Narcissa's face. "Of course, my Lord…"
Harry was under his cloak, sneaking back to Hufflepuff common room once more, in order to have a discussion with Susan. It had been a while since they had met, owing to his fucked up schedule. They managed to meet for a couple of quickies between the lessons, but they were hardly satisfying compared to a fulfilling one that stretched for hours, allowing him to enjoy Susan's impressive breasts, marked by occasional freckles. Though, having fun with Susan wasn't the primary objective of this night. He needed to convince her to set up a discrete meeting with her aunt. A smile popped his face, as some appropriate methods of convincing coming forefront of his mind.
He climbed up the stairs leading to girls' side after temporarily disabling the alarm, and walked towards the room Susan and Hannah shared. He checked the map a few minutes ago, and saw Susan was alone in the room. Hannah's absence was a bit of disappointment for the later activities, despite its convenience for the initial talk. It would be hard to convince Amelia Bones to a meeting without explaining Susan some critical facts, facts that he needed to keep hidden until it was time to act. Fewer people knew more about it, the better. Especially when it came to Hannah. While she was a nice girl, she wasn't famous for her tight lips.
He stood in front of the door, about to knock it, when he heard a noise that put a lecherous smile on his lips. Apparently, Susan was keeping herself busy. He opted out of knocking the door, and slowly turned the doorknob open, dispelling the locking charm with a simple touch. He closed the door behind him and put the locking charm back, along with a one-way silencing charm, only preventing the others from hearing them. He walked a couple steps forward until Susan's bed was visible.
The view was exquisite. Susan was lying on her bed, bereft of any clothing, her auburn hair flowing free, sprawled across her beautiful chest, rippling in a way that made Harry's pants uncomfortably tight. One of her hands were on her tits, squeezing repeatedly. Her other hand was holding a decent sized purple implement that shone with her juices, making it rhythmically appear and disappear. Her lips were parted, pleasure filled cries flowing out continuously, and Harry was satisfied to hear his name often mixed with her cries. Her eyes were closed, concentrating on the feelings, unaware of her surroundings.
"Hello, Susan," Harry whispered.
Susan's eyes jerked open in panic, an alarming shout on her lips, but no cry left her mouth her eyes shone in recognition. "Harry," she stammered in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Harry reached down and wrapped his fingers around the toy she was using. "You called, and I appeared," he said, gently pushing the toy inside her, earning a surprised yelp.
"Really?" Susan said, humor shining in her tone, though it was quickly replaced with another moan as he pushed the toy inside once more, this time a bit faster.
"Well, not exactly," Harry said. "I need your help." Susan's face fell, but Harry continued before she could say anything. "But as long as I'm here, I don't see a reason why I can't help you first." With that, her smile went back to full shine. Harry started to move the toy once more, slowly increasing the pace, even as he leaned for her lips. Her tongue darted out aggressively, invading his mouth. Harry was impressed with her initiative, showing an impressive development since their first time, where she was just a passive recipient.
His free hand moved to the part he desired the most. He felt her breast under his fingers, her flesh pulling her fingers inside, enjoying its softness. It was nothing short of a miracle for her tits to be this soft and large but still managing to defy the gravity. Sometimes, magic was a truly wonderful thing, he surmised, then shifted his attention back to more immediate concerns, such as the pair of lips trying to devour him.
He pulled out of the kiss, and Susan gave him a disappointed glare when he didn't immediately return to the kiss, only to replaced with a shocked hiss when Harry's lips clamped around her pink areola, his tongue rhythmically beating her nipple. Soon, his teeth joined the equation, earning repeated moans from her even as he filled her pale flesh with bite marks. The movement of the toy quickened once more, and Susan's trembles started soon after.
Harry decided to let Susan to catch her breath, and used the time to get rid of his clothes, so that when Susan felt a motion in the bed and cracked open her eyes, she found Harry hovering above her chest, his cock already between her tits. Harry put his hands on her breasts and pushed them closer, squeezing his cock between her soft flesh, sliding easily. "It feels like heaven in here," Harry moaned.
Susan blushed prettily, but no words left her mouth, because she was busy putting them over the top of Harry's cock, enveloping the crown with a wet warmth. Then, her tongue joined the fray, teasing the most sensitive parts repeatedly, pushing him even deeper into the haze. "Such an intense focus. I see I'm not the only one who missed it." Susan gave an approving moan, not allowing his cock to leave her mouth even for a minute. She brought her hand closer to his cock, and grabbed his balls, massaging gently. Her latest teasing proved enough to trigger his release despite all the exhaustion he accumulated during his earlier session with Narcissa.
Still, despite the release, his drive hadn't lessened the slightest, the sight of the beauty under him was not something for the faint-hearted, her exquisite body covered in sweat, his seed dripping down her chin. There was no delay before his cock jumped back to life, and he pushed it inside her mouth without any warning. He grabbed her bright red hair, wrapping around his hand, and pulled her hard, pushing his cock deep into her throat, trembles from her mouth as she moaned in pleasure massaging his head.
Still, despite the pleasure he felt from her mouth, it wasn't enough to quench the passion he felt. He pulled back, then jumped on the floor. Susan looked at him in a haze, trying to understand what happened, but Harry gave it no concern. Instead, he grabbed her leg and shifted her position until she lay across the bed horizontally, her slit, still glistening with her juices, positioned for easy access. Harry didn't wait for a second before pushing himself into her tight tunnel, earning an earth shattering cry, loud enough to make him glad that he didn't skip the silencing charm, though it was a fleeting concern, as the scene in front of him demanded no less than his full attention. He impaled her again and again, her tits rippling in a hypnotic manner with his every push. Harry was tempted to use his newly acquired skills of magical enhancement to pleasure her until she became a puddle, but unfortunately, Harry still needed to have a very important discussion with her, so that option was temporarily closed. Instead, Harry continued plowing her until the pressure became too hard to bear, then pulled out at the last second and sprayed her tits with his pearly liquid, leaving her mewling with pleasure, but fairly coherent.
He lay next to her, allowing her to lay her head on his chest. He stayed silent for a while, allowing her to catch her breath. "Finished?" Susan asked in a disappointed tone, despite the fact that her out of control breathing.
"Cheeky," Harry said with a laugh, then pinched her nipple, earning an erotic moan. Then he continued, this time his tone much more serious. "Believe me, stopping in the middle was the last thing I want, but there is still the issue I came here for."
Susan didn't miss his sudden change of attitude, and righted herself. "Tell me," she said.
Harry ignored the way her tits swayed with her sudden motion, though it was no simple task. Susan's slight smile showed that she was perfectly aware, and quite satisfied with the effect she was having. Harry took a note to punish her for this presumption later, in a way that would make both of them happy. Then he explained to her that he was facing a very difficult criminal issue about his family, and needed to talk to her aunt before anyone else, because it was highly political. Thankfully, after a very relaxing session, and the promise of another after the discussion, it was very easy to get what he wanted from Susan.
"Deal, then," Harry said, a lecherous smile on his face. "Should I go?"
Susan's smile matched his. "Oh no, you cannot. The issue of the payment still stands." And before Harry could say anything else, she pounced on him, covering his face with her tits. However, just as Harry was about to start the new round, they heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Susan shouted, frustration clear on her face.
"It's me," a voice Harry recognized as Hannah replied.
"As her, if she was alone in the corridor," Harry whispered to Susan, even as he pulled her on his lap, directly on his erection. Susan asked, and Hannah replied that she was alone, her tone confused. Harry waved his hand, dispelling the locking charm. The door pulled open, and Hannah took a few steps inside, only for her eyes to widen when she saw them. Harry waved his hand, and the door got closed and locked once more. "Hello, Hannah," Harry said, even as he started pumping into Susan once more. "How have you been since I have last seen you?"
It took a couple seconds for Hannah to skip the initial shock, then she started walking towards them, her hands busy removing her clothes. Her robe flew away at the first step, and her skirt and blouse joined it before she was halfway, leaving her with her underwear. "Well, I have been a little stressful," Hannah said. "But I have a feeling you can help me with this issue?"
"I think so," Harry said. "Why don't we ask Susan for her opinion?"
"I-don't-know," Susan said, every pump of Harry temporary arresting her breath, forcing her to talk choppy. "Let me try it one more to make sure it's in best working order."
Hannah finally reached for them, bereft of all of her clothing. "Don't be stingy, Susan, sharing is caring." A nice motto, Harry surmised, even as he grabbed Hannah's hand and pulled her to sit next to him, hiding any future words with a kiss. Like with Susan, he hadn't been able to meet with Hannah for a while, and she kissed heatedly, trying to compensate for the long break.
It was good to be him…
Chapter 23: A Wayward Princess
A Wayward Princess
Harry had a large smile on his face while he waited in the great hall, something that was getting exceedingly common since the Yule Ball. The reason for his latest smile was Daphne, challenging him with yet another bet to make him cancel his date with Astoria. This time, the premise was simpler, Daphne claimed that he cannot make her orgasm three times in a row before he climaxed, a bet she lost decisively, though Harry had his doubts about whether she intended to win in the first place. She definitely didn't seem too broken after losing it.
His mind slipped towards the other, more important issues. He would meet with Susan after his date with Astoria, who got a permission to visit home for a night, and they would go to the Bones Manor. Initially, Harry had hoped to meet Amelia Bones in the Three Broomstick, but Susan vetoed it, arguing it would be too risky, and arranged a home visit instead. They would meet in the forest around Hogsmeade as the students return to the school, and Susan would apparate them in the manor. Harry was a bit surprised to learn that Susan knew apparition, but apparently, her aunt taught her in her third year in a case of emergency. He was a bit apprehensive about Amelia Bones, unable to construct a solid bearing on her personality from all the things he heard. She was a bit of a mystery.
Then the hall suddenly fell silent, distracting Harry from his thoughts. He turned and saw Astoria, his eyes widening in surprise upon seeing her clothing. Astoria decided to give a giant middle finger to the tradition, dressing completely in mundane clothing, quite a provocative set even in modern London standards. She wore a denim skirt short enough hide nothing but the bare essentials and a white tube top with a deep cleavage that also left her midriff completely bare. The absence of a bra was obvious enough to be noticed by every non-blind person. She wore socks, but considering they were fishnets, their presence didn't exactly help to protect her modesty. The whole set was completed with a pair of leather boots with high heels. Overall, she managed to capture the essence of perfect biker girl, minus the leather jacket. Harry was glad that he dressed similarly, ripped jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Hello, Harry," she said, leaning forward a little. "Are you ready to celebrate my birthday?" The look in her eyes left no doubt about the true meaning lay behind the word celebrate, not to mention her slight lean, granting him a prime view of her cleavage.
Harry raised his arm, waiting for her to join him, then they started walking, the hall bursting with noise once again. "Of course I am," Harry answered. "I have a feeling it would be an amazing day." He could see Malfoy at the corner, his face an unhealthy shade of purple, his hands trembling hard. Harry wouldn't be too surprised if he would have a stroke, but he didn't reach for his wand, doubtlessly because his mother strongly explained the consequences. Still, it didn't change the fact that he lost all of his power in Slytherin overnight, based on a combination of several factors, losing his position as the Black Heir, losing Astoria in a very public manner despite expressing strong interest, and most importantly, the result of their latest fight. Slytherin House wasn't a big follower of the honor code, so attacking from behind, or with numerical superiority was seen as a perfectly legitimate tactic, but only if it came with the victory. In the same vein, losing a fight decisively despite all the advantages were stacked for him resulted in an absolute loss of power, with all of house except Crabbe and Goyle turning their back on him.
Harry and Astoria walked towards the carriages, everyone's eyes firmly on them. Harry was a bit annoyed with the spectacle, if the school reacted that badly to his appearance, he was afraid to press would pick up the story. Still, at least Rita Skeeter stopped writing about him after the first task, though Harry didn't know why. Then he struggled, and turned his attention back to his date. He had more important things to pay attention than old tabloid writers. So, why exactly me, Harry wanted to ask, curious about Astoria's reasons, especially after Daphne explained just how badly her family would react to Astoria's decision, and that was before adding the way she dressed in the account. Still, he refrained from the question, instead of talking about some casual, inconsequential topics until they arrived at the carriage.
Harry held the door open, letting Astoria enter the carriage before him, incidentally catching a delicious flash of her flesh as she leaned forward, then he stepped inside and pushed the door close. As soon as it was closed, Astoria pushed him back, forcing him to sit down. Harry didn't feel any anger from her aggressive move, especially since she followed up it with sitting on his lap, her legs parted open, and started kissing him. It was a kiss that was filled with passion, but also with need. A need he was more than happy to fulfill. His hand reached for her blouse, its thin fabric barely a problem as he dug his fingers in her tits, earning the first moan of the day. In response, she took a hold of his shoulders, pushing her fingers deep.
"If that's how you want to play," Harry stated, then tugged off her blouse, its flimsy fabric gave away, leaving her half naked. Harry leaned for her tits and took a hard bite, enough to leave a shallow mark. In response, Astoria bit his neck hard, then they resumed the kiss, with a momentary pause to remove his shirt. Harry continued to maul her tits with his hands, her fingers leaving scratch marks across his back, hard enough to draw blood, Harry's passion rising with every painful line. He needed his release, and he needed it now.
He cast a cushioning charm on the floor, then threw her down. A panicked yelp left her mouth, only to be replaced with a feral smile, making her even hotter. Harry stopped only for a moment to unbutton his pants, revealing his rock hard erection. It managed to catch Astoria's attention if the way she parted her legs was any indicator, revealing her skimpy g-string. He pushed the panties out of the way, revealing her trimmed, glistening pussy. Harry pressed his cock in her entrance, and pushed forward in one smooth motion, squeezing into her wet tunnel. A wordless cry of pleasure escaped her mouth, and despite her tightness, her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper, her fingernails scraping his back once more. Harry leaned forward to her tits, leaving deep bite marks on them, every single one of them accompanied by yet another pleasure filled cry.
Harry decided to up the ante, if she wanted pain, he would give her pain. He cast the anal cleaning spell, but intentionally keeping its lubrication portion underpowered and loosening effect almost non-existent. He pulled back, and before she could react, he raised her hips a bit through magic, then pushed himself inside her puckered hole in one smooth motion, well-aware that any damage he left, he could cure easily.
A cry rippled off Astoria's lips, but Harry had no doubt about whether she was unhappy with his sudden action, considering she was shaking with the pleasure of an earth-shaking orgasm, gushing like a fire hose. Harry didn't let her breathe even for a second, not intending to stop until the carriage had stopped or until Astoria managed to climax. And the first one was probably not acceptable for Astoria, considering her pleasured moans were loud enough to hurt his ears, so he quickened, hoping to earn a double release before they arrived at the Hogsmeade. Finally, as the carriage started to slow down, Astoria orgasmed once more, her rear muscles clenching as a side effect, managing to trigger a release of his own. Harry let a large smile to boom in his face as he filled her bowels with his seed, even as he watched the half-fainted expression. "Amazing," she murmured, her words barely audible.
Harry wanted to lie down and continue after a brief rest, but they were about to arrive, and he still had some interesting ideas for the date. So, he waved his hand, their clothing repairing instantly, then he cast the magical equivalent of an extra dark coffee on Astoria, sharpness returning to her eyes. "That was amazing," she murmured even as she stood up and fixed her clothing. Harry looked at her, happy that he kept his teeth to the places that would stay hidden under the clothes. Then, she sat back to his lap, instantly attacking back his lips for one last kiss as the carriage finally came to a stop, then cast a few grooming spells to refresh her makeup and fix her mussed up hair.
Harry opened the door and holding his arm once more, and they started to walk through the roads of Hogsmeade. Thankfully, it wasn't too crowded yet, allowing them to walk without too many onlookers annoying them with their whisper. Harry decided it was a good time for the serious questions, and cast a silencing spell around them, enough to make anything they say unintelligible. " I know there will be a strong backlash for you in your family. Why exactly you are doing this?"
Astoria looked at him with a humoring smile. "Is the amazing sex not a good enough reason?"
Harry couldn't prevent a small laugh from escaping his lips. "While it's a good ego boost, we could have done that without all this attention very easily. So, why are you taking such a huge risk?"
Her smile suddenly faded, replaced with a furious expression. "Because my father is a piece of shit!" she spat out. "He dared to set up a bethoral agreement with me and Nott, disregarding my well-being completely. With me doing this, my father would have no recourse but disowning me, or lose all respect, not to mention Nott would never agree to marry me even if my father tried to pull things forward."
"Is that the reason why you are so angry. Don't get me wrong, I would probably kill someone if they tried to pull that shit on me, but Nott seems to be a decent guy as the purebloods go. Why the anger?"
"Oh, not Theo," Astoria scoffed. "While he's not exactly prime material, he is decent enough, much better than little shits like Draco, at least. But my father, in his infinite wisdom, decided to sell me to Lord Nott, an eighty years old piece of shit, not to mention his two previous wives disappeared mysteriously." She shuddered, but instead of the tears she expected to see, Harry could only see anger smoldering in her eyes. "I would kill myself before marrying that disgusting monster. Compared to that being disowned is akin to heaven. And it's not like I don't know muggle world enough to survive. I could easily find a sales job or something similar with a few forged credentials in muggle world if push comes to shove."
"Interesting," Harry said, but not exactly surprised. After all, just being family didn't mean people would care for each other. It was a lesson he learned before he grew a full set of teeth. "Why me exactly, isn't that going to make the backlash even harsher."
"Well, in Slytherin for me, yes, but at least, you are pretty much protected from Nott's anger. He would never dare to call you to a duel."
Harry stopped. "What!" he hissed.
"Well, technically, Nott could declare an honor duel using the Bethoral Agreement as a reason, but he would never dare to target you, too much political backlash, to little benefit."
Harry hissed, but his anger was muted. While it was a shitty situation to be in, it wasn't like it was the first time he found himself a shitty situation. An eighty years old ex-death eater was far less dangerous than an eighty feet snake with a deadly gaze. Not to mention the reward was much better, he surmised, gazing at the beauty next to him. "How good are the relationship between Lord Nott and Lord Malfoy," he asked, despite knowing the answer he would receive.
"Pretty close, why?" she said.
Harry waved his hand, the one that carried Black Seal. "This is why," he said. "I'm pretty sure that Nott would declare duel, hoping that either they would kill me 'accidentally' or I would reject, therefore losing a lot of prestige. Prestige I desperately need in the political scene.
Astoria's face went white with shock. "Sorry," she yelped stammering. I didn't know."
Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry, I know," he said. "I wasn't even Lord Black when you asked me for the date." Still, Harry could see she was looking shocked and sad, so he decided to fix it. He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the clothing store. "If you want to buy forgiveness, you could always model some clothes for me," he chuckled.
His easygoing attitude helped her to throw her shock, and her smile returned as they walked between the racks filled with clothes, making fun of the available clothing as they walked, careful not to be heard by the shopkeeper. As usual to the magical world, most clothes were quite old-fashioned, and similarly covering. Then, a piece grabbed Harry's interest, a red and black corset. A smile beamed on Harry's face, and he pointed it to Astoria. "Nice piece," she murmured as she grabbed it. "Come to the booth in two minutes."
Harry nodded, and she disappeared inside the changing booth. As promised, Harry waited for two minutes, then the door to the booth cracked open. After checking to see for any onlooker, he slipped inside, his breathing quickening by the view inside. Astoria wore the corset, but she decided to skip the panties, revealing her glistening slit. Also, she managed to modify the top a bit, so the corset ended a bit below her nipples, nicely lifting her chest without obstructing anything visually. Even more, it wasn't the only piece of clothing she wore, apparently, she decided to keep the leather boots and fishnets, making it even more erotic. Harry pulled his cock out and sat on the small seat.
Astoria fell to her knees instantly, looking to Harry's cock with a mischievous expression. She pulled a small bottle from her clothes, putting quite a bit of lubricant on her hand, and started to rub it until every bit of his shaft was covered with it. Her hand touched, and a wave of pleasure hit him, enhanced by the oil. Her other hand found his ball sack, gently massaging while other hand moved up and down, a sultry expression on her face. Harry leaned his back, enjoying the enticing view as she leaned, capturing his cock, slowly moving up and down, her tongue passionate as she devoured it.
Then, she pulled back, and gave a slow, sensual lick along its length, earning a moan from him, before putting it back to her mouth, her pacing quickening. She bobbed her head repeatedly, every count pushing Harry ever closer to his climax. He wanted to put his hand down push his cock deep into her throat, but he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it, unlike her sister. So, Harry relaxed, enjoying the skilled service he was receiving. Soon, the pleasure started to rise, but he was still a long way away from his orgasm. "That's enough," Harry said. "It's time for the main course." Astoria jumped up to her feet with enthusiasm. "Turn your back."
Astoria followed his directions, and found herself looking into the mirror that reflected their erotic state. Harry considered pulling her to his lap and letting her ride him slowly, but he decided not to go with it. Instead, he jumped to his feet and pushed her until her body was pressing to the mirror. Harry slammed his presence inside her with no warning, not afraid to act rough, knowing nothing would happen to the magical mirror. He pushed harder inside, earning a deep moan from Astoria that rang inside the store, courtesy of the absence of a silencing charm. He decided not to use it, because Astoria wanted to be free of her bethoral, and getting caught in a store while having sex sounded like one of the better ways of doing it.
Astoria must have agreed with his diagnosis, because she made no attempt of keeping her voice low, her moans getting higher every second. Harry could feel her arousal in the way her wet lips contracted, trying to extract his seed every time he impaled his cock fully inside her. He watched her expression in the mirror, the way her face carried a blissful expression, but not the intense one she carried back in the carriage. Harry decided to fix the issue, and landed and slapped her naked butt hard, earning a deep moan in response. He was a bit curious about why the shopkeeper wasn't knocking the door, but disregarded, since he had more important things to pay attention, like the way Astoria's mouth opened when she let out yet another pleasure filled scream.
Then, without a preamble, the door opened. Harry turned instantly, about to blast the shopkeeper for daring to open the door, but instead, his eyes met with a familiar figure, and only her There was no one else in the store. "What the hell are you doing!? Are you lost all your common sense?" Daphne Greengrass bellowed in anger, looking at two of them…