Summary:Another sexy rendezvous with Cissy, first tournament trial, and a little celebrating!
Chapter TextChapter Seven
The moment Harry stepped through the iron gates of Malfoy Manor, he couldn't help but be captivated by the pristine gardens and the elegant peacocks that roamed freely. The sun cast a warm glow on the grounds, as if to welcome him back. He couldn't shake the memory of his last visit, just over a week ago, when he and Narcissa had shared an intensely passionate moment, culminating in him cumming inside her.
"Harry," a sultry voice called out from the doorway. He turned to see Narcissa, dressed in a deep emerald green robe that accentuated her slender figure. Her ice-blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was the perfect mask of confidence and sensuality.
"Hello, Narcissa," he replied, feeling a familiar warmth rise within him. "Your letter said it was urgent."
"Indeed," she replied, extending her hand towards him. "Come with me, I'll explain everything."
As they ascended the grand staircase, Harry's eyes were drawn to the sway of Narcissa's hips. She moved with such grace and purpose, it was almost hypnotizing. He felt his heartbeat quicken, curious about what could have prompted the urgency in her message.
"Is everything alright?" he asked, struggling to focus on anything other than the woman before him.
"Everything is fine, Harry," Narcissa reassured him with a mysterious smile. "I just couldn't wait any longer. It's been too long since we've been together."
"Over a week," Harry murmured, his thoughts echoing his earlier reflections.
"Exactly," Narcissa purred, pausing at the top of the staircase. "And that, my dear, is far too long."
She continued to lead him down the hallway, her eyes locked onto his, never breaking their connection. The anticipation built within Harry, realizing that the urgency in her letter wasn't about danger or necessity, but rather desire - a desire that matched his own.
"Here we are," Narcissa announced, opening the door to her boudoir. "Now, let's waste no more time."
Harry stepped into the opulent interior of Malfoy Manor, his eyes scanning the exquisite tapestries and shimmering chandeliers that adorned the lavish hallways. He couldn't help but marvel at the elegance of the place, a stark contrast to the dark past it held.
As Narcissa led him towards her bedroom, Harry's mind raced with vivid memories of their last encounter. His pulse quickened as the anticipation grew, and he felt a familiar stirring in his loins.
"Here we are," Narcissa announced, opening the door to her boudoir. The room was bathed in soft candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the silk sheets that draped the enormous four-poster bed.
"Stunning," Harry breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from Narcissa's silhouette against the warm glow.
"Thank you, dear," she purred before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her fingers deftly unzipped his pants, and as she released his growing erection, Harry's breath hitched.
"God, Cissy," he moaned, feeling her warm breath graze the sensitive skin of his arousal.
Cissy's lips brushed gently against the tip of Harry's erection, and he let out a low groan of pleasure. Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of him, and Harry's hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as he guided her rhythm.
Narcissa looked up at him, her eyes glinting with desire as she took him deeper into her mouth. Harry's breath came in ragged gasps as she worked her magic, every touch and taste sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
With a final thrust, Harry reached his climax, his body trembling with the force of his release. Narcissa pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smiled up at him.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.
Harry could only nod, still trying to catch his breath. "God, Cissy," he panted, "that was incredible." His eyes widened as she continued to suckle on his cock. "T-tell me what was so urgent, love," he managed to gasp out as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.
Narcissa paused, her lips still wrapped around him, and looked up at Harry with lust-filled eyes. "My husband is out until midday," she murmured. "And I had an itch that only you could scratch."
With that, she enveloped him once more, her skilled mouth working him with a fervour that left Harry reeling. His thoughts swirled as he fought to maintain control over the mounting pleasure coursing through his body, his hands gripping Narcissa's silky blonde hair for support.
"Y-you're incredible," Harry stammered as his legs threatened to buckle beneath him. Narcissa responded with a sultry smile and redoubled her efforts, her tongue dancing along the length of him in a tantalizing rhythm.
As Harry's climax approached again, his mind raced with the knowledge that this illicit encounter could only last so long. The thrill of their secret rendezvous fuelled his desire, spurring him towards the edge as the clock ticked away the minutes.
"Fuck, I'm close," Harry warned, feeling his release building like a tidal wave. Narcissa hummed in approval, her eyes locked onto his, urging him on.
With a final, desperate cry, Harry succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, his body trembling as he spilled himself into Narcissa's waiting mouth. She drank him down greedily, leaving no trace of their indiscretion. A slight golden hue pulsed around her iris as her stomach swelled slightly from ingesting his magic laced cum.
"Delicious," she whispered, a wicked smile gracing her lips as they parted ways, the memory of their stolen moments etched into their very souls.
"Harry," Narcissa purred, her blue eyes sweeping over his naked form with a hunger that set his skin ablaze. "You… you really do look like one of those statues you see of the gods. The way your muscles ripple beneath your skin... it's positively intoxicating." She traced a single fingertip along the curve of his bicep, her touch feather-light and electric.
"Thank you," Harry replied, slightly breathless from the praise. He felt a surge of pride at her words, knowing that he was the one to elicit such desire from the stunning witch before him.
"Your body is so powerful, so commanding," she continued, her voice low and sultry, like a forbidden whisper. Her face a blushing mess. "It makes me want to submit to you completely, to let you take control and dominate me in every way imaginable. Is that… I don't what it is about you that makes me so… subservient!"
Narcissa's confession sent a thrill down Harry's spine. He had known that their dalliances were fuelled by a potent mix of lust and rebellion, but to hear her explicitly state her desires awakened something primal within him. His eyes darkened with hunger as he studied her, taking in the graceful curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, and the delicate arch of her back.
"Is that what you want, Narcissa?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own mounting desire. "Do you want me to bend you to my will?"
Her voice quivered as she whispered, her eyes wide with shock and desire, fixated on his every move. "Above all else," she confessed, "I crave your power over me, your complete control. I long to surrender myself entirely to you, to be at your mercy as your willing plaything." Her breath hitches as she awaits his response, heart racing with anticipation.
Harry's heart raced at her words, his mind conjuring images of the tantalizing acts they could perform together. He could see her bound and exposed, vulnerable to his every whim, or kneeling before him, eager to serve. The possibilities seemed endless, limited only by their imagination and the clandestine nature of their meetings.
"Tell me, Narcissa," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Do you want me to take you right now, to make you mine in every sense of the word?"
She paused, his cock gently brushing against her nose.
"I can't... marry you.. Harry... Or be your concubine, not whilst Lucius is--"
He shushed her, gently tightening his grip on her hair as she circled his cockhead with her tongue.
"I don't mean legally. I mean magically."
She pulled back from his cock, "The only way to do that would be… the Merlin's law." she whispered. She cleared her throat as she wrapped her fingers around Harry's cock with renewed vigour. "Please, Harry," she begged, her eyes filled with a desperate need that mirrored his own. "Dominate me. Make me yours."
As they surrendered to their desires, time ceased to have meaning. The outside world faded away, leaving only the pounding of their hearts, the heat of their bodies, and the unbreakable bond forged between them—one that would continue to smoulder long after their stolen moment came to an end.
Harry couldn't deny the magnetic pull of Narcissa's request, her desire to surrender to his dominance igniting a fierce fire within him. His eyes hungrily traced the contours of her body, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her backside as it rhythmically met his pelvis. Her pale skin, like porcelain, seemed to beckon for his touch, and he marveled at his own self-restraint.
A wave of familiar warmth surged through him, fueling his imagination with tantalizing scenarios. The thought of binding Narcissa with enchanted ropes, intricately crafted by his own magic, sent shivers down his spine. The possibilities that danced within his mind were endless, each one more intoxicating than the last. The temptation to explore these forbidden desires threatened to overwhelm him.
He envisioned himself delicately tracing the contours of Narcissa's body with trembling fingertips, following the delicate curve of her spine, and reveling in the softness of her skin beneath his touch. His mind played out scenes of their bodies entwined, their passions igniting like wildfire as they surrendered to the intoxicating thrill of power play.
But amidst the allure and temptation, a flicker of caution whispered in Harry's ear. He knew that giving in to these dark desires would forever change their dynamic, forever alter the delicate balance between them. It was a risky path to tread, one that could lead them down a path from which there was no return.
As he stood there, gazing at Narcissa with a mixture of desire and trepidation, Harry's heart wrestled with conflicting emotions. The intensity of his longing warred with the rational voice inside him, urging caution and restraint. For now, he held himself back, determined to navigate these uncharted waters with care.
The room was heavy with anticipation as Harry contemplated the unspoken invitation before him. He knew that once he crossed that threshold, there would be no turning back. The power dynamics between them would shift, forever altering their connection. It was a decision that required careful consideration, for the consequences were as thrilling as they were perilous.
And so, Harry stood there, locked in a silent battle of desires, his mind swirling with possibilities and uncertainties. The allure of Narcissa's request beckoned him closer, the temptation nearly overwhelming. But in the end, it would be his choice to make, a choice that could either liberate them both or shatter everything they held dear.
"Are you…are you certain?" Harry asked, his voice unsteady as he tried to keep control of his desires. He had never considered himself a sadist, but there was something thrilling about the thought of having complete power over someone else, particularly someone as beautiful and seductive as Narcissa.
"Absolutely," she replied, a wicked grin playing across her lips. "You claim me. You bring out a side to me that... I don't think I have ever felt. I want to always feel that way!"
As she spoke, her fingers traced a path along her collarbone, drawing his attention to the delicate skin there. The image of her bound and at his mercy sent shivers down Harry's spine, his heart pounding in his chest as she welcomed his length back into her sweltering sopping wet depths. He could feel the ancient magic within him, urging him to take control, to bind her to him both physically and magically. But another part of him, the one that valued trust and consent above all else, hesitated.
"Binding you would give me immense satisfaction, Cissy," Harry admitted, torn between his desires and his conscience. "But I can't help but wonder if it's truly what you want, or if it's just a fleeting fantasy."
Narcissa's gaze remained steady as she locked eyes with him over her shoulder, doubling her efforts to milk him for all he was worth. "I understand your concerns, Harry, but I assure you, this is something I've longed for. To be completely vulnerable, to surrender myself to another…especially to someone as powerful and skilled as you."
Harry took a deep, steadying breath as he weighed his options. The thought of binding Narcissa was intoxicating, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that it might change their relationship in ways neither of them could anticipate. It was incredibly hot and sexy. But Harry was not the kind to do this when all he felt was lust. He told himself he'd only bound witches he had feelings for. He wasn't there yet with Narcissa.
"Alright," Harry said finally, his voice firm despite the uncertainty still swirling within him as he stopped thrusting. "I won't bind you today. But let's continue to explore our desires together, and when the time is right, then we can revisit the idea."
Narcissa seemed to sense his inner turmoil, her eyes softening as she pulled herself forward, his cock slipping from her hole as she twisted to reach out to touch his face gently. "Thank you, Harry," she murmured, gratitude evident in her voice. "No one has ever put my feelings and… well being over any pleasure… or of their own selfish desires… it means a lot."
Her eyes glanced to his lips, but she did not make a move. And neither did he. This moment felt too tender to consummate with an intimate kiss.
They were here for fucking. Not love making.
Harry reached for her leg and raised it, using his other arm to hold her torso up as he easily slid back inside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her close to him, gasps escaping her mouth as she felt Harry's magical power roll off of him.
As they resumed their passionate encounter, Harry found solace in the knowledge that he had made the right decision. He had managed to maintain control, not only over Narcissa but also over himself, and in doing so had preserved the trust and connection that had brought them together in the first place. With each heated touch and whispered word, they continued to explore the depths of their desires, forging a bond that transcended the boundaries of mere physical pleasure.
The room was filled with the heady scent of their passion, and Harry felt his body respond to the intense pleasure that Narcissa had expertly provided. As he sensed his impending release, he withdrew from her waiting womb, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
Narcissa nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she tilted her face up towards him. "Give it to me, Harry," she whispered, barely audible yet incredibly powerful. She quickly shuffled so that she was resting on her elbows, her face inches away from his rock hard cock.
His breath hitched at her words, and with a final stroke of his hand, Harry let go, releasing his seed upon Narcissa's beautiful, expectant face. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine as he watched the result of their intimate encounter streak across her cheek and over her lips.
Narcissa closed her eyes momentarily, savouring the feel of him on her skin. She then opened them again, a smile of pure satisfaction playing on her lips. "Mmm, Harry… that was incredible," she purred, her fingers tracing a line through the evidence of his climax. "You never disappoint."
Harry could feel his cheeks heating up at her praise, his heart swelling with pride at having brought her such pleasure. He knew that their relationship was complex and fraught with risks, but in moments like this, it seemed worth every challenge they faced.
"Thank you, Narcissa," he replied, his voice softened by the lingering glow of their shared ecstasy. "I'm glad I could satisfy you."
As they exchanged heated glances, their desires mingling with the knowledge that they had once again defied expectations to forge something uniquely their own, Harry couldn't help but think of how much he had grown since first becoming involved with Narcissa. Since their first encounter, he had learned more about magic than he had in his own world – his strengths, his weaknesses, and the depths of his own desires.
"Until next time, Harry," Narcissa murmured, her eyes filled with a promise that sent shivers down his spine. "I can hardly wait to see what new surprises you have in store for me."
He ran a hand along her arm.
"Lucius doesn't know what he's doing, you're a catch, Cissy," he said. "You're gorgeous, wonderful, tight and I know that there is an incredible mind just waiting to burst free in there." he then locked eyes with her. "when was the last time the two of you-?"
She shook her head.
"The night Draco was conceived." She replied.
"When can we meet again?" he asked without skipping a beat.
Narcissa paused for a moment, her brow furrowing as she considered their options. "This Sunday," she finally proposed. "My husband will be away on business."
"Sunday it is," Harry confirmed, the thought of their next rendezvous already igniting a fire within him. He couldn't help but drink in the sight of her, admiring the way her silky blonde hair framed her delicate features and how her curves begged for his touch.
"Until then, my secret lover," Narcissa purred, leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss that sent shivers down his spine.
Their lips parted, and Harry took a step back, feeling both the lingering heat of their passionate encounter and the bittersweet regret of parting ways. As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets and challenges the coming days would bring.
"Goodbye, Narcissa," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"Goodbye, Harry," she murmured, her eyes filled with longing even as they held a promise of things yet to come.
As Harry exited the manor, the door closing behind him with a resolute thud, he knew that while their relationship was fraught with danger, there was something undeniably thrilling about the risk it entailed. And so, with each step he took away from Malfoy Manor, Harry's thoughts turned towards the future and the tantalizing possibilities it held.
"Sunday," he thought, a determined glint in his vibrant green eyes. "I can't wait."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Harry spent his time from the announcement of both he and Neville as champions researching whatever he could about his Lordship, the Veil, of the history of the "dark times" when Voldemort tried to rise to glory. Of learning about his and Neville"s past.
This meant that he had spent quite a considerable time in the library, where, surprisingly, is also where the other champions spent their time. Although, not at the same time.
Neville spent time receiving help from Hermione about the history, and what kind of puzzles to expect. Harry had tried his best to hint at the dragon that they'd all need to face. Hermione seemed to pick up on the clue and was more than happy to help Neville research. Harry had looked into things himself, but his best bet was to keep up his training from the Redwoods, continue sparring with Daphne; which recently involved her trying to defend a stone from Harry using everything she had. Harry had thought about using the same strategy as he had in his own world, but he felt that he had more experience now, and knew that if he ever wanted to fight Voldemort, that he would need to be as practiced as possible. What better match up could he have than a dragon?
Krum came in, and read the same text, but sent hungry looks at Hermione the entire time. Harry didn't like that, and made a mental note to keep an eye on the Durmstrang champion.
Fleur also spent time in the library, she mostly spent it researching Britain's history, and sitting at the same table as Harry. He had to admit that there was something truly admirable about her. She was beautiful and sophisticated, and there was this almost ethereal aura about her. Every time she entered the library, all of the boys seemed to get uncomfortable and leave, or became dumbstruck with boners where they stood. This strange allure only seemed to affect some of the girls.
"It does not affect you?" Fleur had asked him one day.
Harry shrugged, "let's say I've learnt my lesson of giving into my primal needs."
She quirked an eyebrow at him, and smirked as she turned a page.
"Or, is it because your own keeps pushing mine away?" Harry must have looked dumbfounded because she smiled bigger at that. "Ah, so you do not know of your own allure? Well, Lord Potter, perhaps I could help educate you on this?"
He felt like an idiot for his response, but a part of him did argue that he was still a teenager, and the thought of spending time with the beautiful Fleur seemed too good an opportunity to pass up.
"Yes, if you didn't mind."
"One day, perhaps."
When Harry was on his own, he was accompanied by Daphne, who helped him research Mages. Which, there didn't seem to be a lot of information on. The two would usually then go for a run around the school grounds to keep up their physical strength. Daphne had learned the importance of keeping in your physical peak.
But soon the first trial of the Triwizard Tournament had finally arrived, and Harry stood amongst his fellow champions, his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't afford to lose this challenge; he had to prove himself not only as a skilled wizard but as someone capable of overcoming any obstacle thrown his way.
As they began selecting their eggs that would determine their opponents, Harry found himself standing uncomfortably close to Fleur Delacour. Her beauty was undeniable – long, silvery-blonde hair cascaded down her back like a shimmering waterfall, framing an elegant face adorned with high cheekbones and full lips that seemed to be naturally tinted a shade of pink. Ice-blue eyes sparkled with intelligence, and her lithe form exuded grace in every movement. The scent of lavender and roses drifted from her, causing the heat to rise in Harry"s chest.
Fleur caught his eye, and a faint blush coloured her cheeks. She quickly looked away, trying to regain her focus on the task at hand. Harry too, forced himself to concentrate, feeling a tingling sensation at the base of his neck when she glanced back at him for an instant.
"I was thinking when we could have that conversation about that allure of yours," her voice dripped with casual flirtation. "Soon?" She offered, eyeing him up and down.
Harry nodded, "I could think of nothing better right now."
The champions were all sitting at different areas of the tent. Harry and Fleur were slightly off centre as they waited nervously for the announcement of the trial. He had given her a hint at the challenge, to which she had told him "if you are honest, then I may need to reward your gallantry".
Opposite them was Krum, sitting wide legged on the edge of a bench, staring at a crest on the back of his gloves.
Just next to the entrance stood Neville and Hermione. Neville had insisted on her accompanying him into the tent so they could review his strategy. The two were technically forbidden from sharing their plans and ideas, so they agreed to keep their distance during tournament days.
"Champions, gather round!" Dumbledore cried.
They each formed a circle, and Hermione quickly darted out of the tent.
Once he was confident that everyone was here, Dumbledore motioned for Ludo Bagman to speak.
"The first trial of the Triwizard tournament is to defeat a dragon and retrieve a golden egg that it guards. This egg will give you a vital clue to the next challenge of the tournament. Now," Bagman said as he brought forth a velvet bag. "Inside is four eggs. The colour of the eggs corresponds to a different dragon. You will all reach into the bag and pull out your egg."
When no one moved he rolled his eyes, "Champions, you may now select your eggs," breaking the spell between them.
Harry reached out to grab an egg, his fingers brushing against Fleur's as she did the same. Both of them flinched back, exchanging awkward smiles before focusing on reaching for one of the eggs.
Krum pulled out a blue one, Fleur pulled out a silver one, Neville a green, and Harry a black.
"Your opponents await you," Ludo cheerful cried as he and the other judges trailed out of the tent to make the announcements to the crowd.
"Are we expected to… kill a dragon?" Neville asked, swallowing a knot in his throat.
"Of course not," Harry tried to comfort his friend. "The main goal is to get the egg. Avoid the dragon if you can."
"That is a cowards thinking," Krum spat. "We are champions. Kill if you need to kill."
The Bulgarian wizard then stalked towards the tent entrance. He was the first to attempt, but he seemed pretty determined to win no matter what.
Harry couldn't help but feel disturbed by the change in Krum in this world.
Harry later heard that Krum was able to somehow do something to the dragons foot, causing it to fall off balance and collected his egg. Fleur had managed to use her allure to knock her dragon out (and many of the men in the crowd) but not before she had taken the brunt of her silver dragons firebreath. Luckily only her clothes seemed to have singed. But he hadn't been allowed to watch their attempts at the time, so took the rumour for gospel (as much as you could consider rumour as the truth).
Then it was Harry's turn. Neville and Fleur had wished him luck as he pushed through the tent exit.
As Harry stepped into the arena, the dragon he was to face became visible: a monstrous beast with scales the colour of midnight, its massive wings casting shadows over the ground. Its eyes glowed like dying embers, and razor-sharp claws dug into the earth, releasing puffs of dust. A row of menacing spikes lined its spine, culminating in a tail that whipped through the air like a deadly weapon. The dragon's presence seemed to fill the entire space, making the task appear near impossible.
"Good luck, Harry," Fleur whispered as they parted ways, her voice soft yet filled with genuine concern.
"Thanks," he replied, his voice cracking under the intensity of the moment.
The golden egg lay on the other side of the arena, guarded by the fearsome dragon. It appeared deceptively small and innocent amidst the chaos, but Harry knew it was the key to succeeding in this trial. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the fight ahead. No matter how impossible the challenge seemed, he would face the dragon and claim that golden egg.
As the cannon signalled the start of the task, Harry took a moment to gather his focus and summon his physical enhancement magic. He needed all the help he could get to survive this. The dragon roared, unleashing a torrent of flames from its maw that threatened to engulf Harry in an inferno. He narrowly dodged the fire, leaping to the side with lightning-fast reflexes amplified by his magic.
"Come on, Harry! You can do it!" he heard someone shout from the sidelines, they sounded familiar, but he didn't have the mental capacity to think about it in the moment.
The dragon lunged again, its claws slashing through the air like deadly scythes. Harry twisted and ducked beneath the attack, feeling the heat of the beast's breath on his face as he narrowly avoided the swipe. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline fuelling his movements as he searched for an opening to strike back.
"Is that all you've got?" Harry taunted the dragon, hoping to distract it and find an opportunity to reach the golden egg.
In response, the dragon bellowed, angered by Harry's defiance, and unleashed another barrage of flames. Harry sprinted, weaving between jets of fire and trying to close the distance between himself and the egg. The intense heat scorched his skin, but he focused on the pain, using it as a reminder of the stakes at hand.
I need to prove myself. I won't let this dragon stop me, Harry thought, gritting his teeth against the searing heat.
"Almost there," he whispered under his breath, sweat beading on his forehead as he calculated his next move. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding the dragon's attacks forever – one misstep and it would all be over.
As the dragon reared back for another assault, Harry noticed a brief moment when its guard lowered. Seizing the opportunity, he dashed forward, sliding under the dragons scaled head, the momentum propelling himself toward the golden egg behind the beast.
"Gotcha!" he cried triumphantly as his fingers closed around the egg. However, his victory was short-lived, as the dragon whipped its head back in a desperate attempt to dislodge him away from the egg.
Was this allowed? Harry thought.
"Keep back!" he could hear the panicked crowd yell in panic.
He found himself jumping, rolling, and sliding away from the thrashing of the beast. He was able to avoid being hit for almost a whole minute until the beasts tail smacked into his torso, the egg falling to the ground as Harry went flying backwards, impacting the ground with a thud. He felt winded, and could feel something definitely cracked, but he was still alive. Which was better than any other wizard he knew. So he took it as a win.
As the black scaled beast surged towards him, he reached inside and pulled up his magic, even after all this time, and all of his research, he still wasn't able to find any spell that could cause harm to a dragon -- he would later make a mental note to ask Krum what he did, once, of course, he had heard the rumours -- so, knowing he had only his physical abilities to help him, he raced towards the dragon and channelling all of his power into his legs, he pushed upwards, summersaulting over the beast, his back scraping agaisnt the scales as he rolled back to his feet on the other side and wrapped his arms around the egg. And with a grunt, heaved it up and procalimed himself the winner.
The crowd went wild with cheers, Harry couldn't help but grin, "I did it," he breathed, exhaustion setting in as the reality of his accomplishment washed over him. As the dragon vanished with an audible pop. He noticed the faintest whisp of red hair in the crowd. But it disappeared before he could get a good look. He saw Daphne, and her little sister Astoria clapping for him. Astoria looked up at Daphne with a confused expression as Daphne smiled at Harry.
"Amazing, Harry!" Neville cheered as Harry returned to the tent. "That was incredible!"
Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and relief. He had faced the impossible and emerged victorious. Maybe his training really was proving useful.
But deep within his thoughts, he knew that this was only the beginning.
Harry knew he couldn't rely solely on his physical prowess to overcome the beasts of this world. He needed more magic and more knowledge. He needed to really research more spells for situations when his unique magical abilities couldn't be used.
Neville's face was grim as he was called out.
"Good luck Nev," Harry offered.
Neville gave him a toothy grin, "I'm the fucking Chosen One, can't be failing at fighting a bloody dragon now, can I?"
And before his bravado vanished, he rushed out of the tent.
Now he was alone, he began walking over to his section of the tent when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see Fleur holding the front of her uniform close to her body with one arm.
"Fleur?" Harry asked.
"Can you help put this cream on, Harry?" She asked as she nodded to the lotion on the chest in her nook. Harry nodded. He was happy to help.
As they walked over, he couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips. She was beautiful and tantalising. How he didn't see it in his world was beyond him.
He glanced around the room, and couldn't see Krum anywhere. Perhaps he had gone to the toilet.
"Can you close the curtains Harry?" Fleur asked, and he did so once they were in Fleur's nook. As he turned around he heard the sound of clothing shuffling as she sat on the bench with her bare back fully exposed to him. The slightest hint of side-boob as he stepped towards her. Even under her clothes she had creamy white skin, as though it was untouched from the sun.
He poured some lotion onto his hand, rubbed them together and began massaging it into her back. She winced when he first pressed his hands on her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, pulling his hands back.
"Oui, it is just… it stings a little," she replied as she looked over her bare shoulder to him. Her blue eyes shimmering in the candlelight.
He nodded, "I'll try to be careful."
And he was. Whilst Neville was fighting the dragon, Harry gave Fleur Delacour a back massage that caused her to arch her back into his touch and moan at his ministrations. It was hard for him to lie and say it didn't make him hard.
But she was a friend asking for help.
Once he was satisfied that he had massaged all of the lotion into her back, he whipped his wand into his hand, cast a mending charm on her uniform and helped zip it back up.
Fleur's eyes were wide when she turned around, standing up to face him.
"You helped repair my clothing?" she asked, briefly glancing at his impressive bulge.
"You needed help. I was happy to oblige," he offered as he gave her a smile and began pulling the curtains open. "Now I need to support my best friend."
He felt his heart jump as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest, two soft warm pillows pressed against his muscular back as a pair of plump lips pressed against his cheek.
"You are a good friend, Harry Potter. Merci."
And with that he left her nook and watched as Neville rolled underneath the Welsh Green and picked up his egg, the dragon instantly vanishing as the crowd cheered out Neville's name.
A wide grin stretched across Harry's face as he began applauding Neville too.
"Couldn"t have done it without you, Nev," Harry replied, clapping his friend on the back. Together, they made their way back to the castle, their hearts still racing from the adrenaline of the day's events.
Upon reaching the Gryffindor common room, they were greeted with raucous cheers and applause from their fellow students. The room was alive with energy as everyone celebrated their house's victory in the first task of the Triwizard Tournament.
"Congratulations, Harry!" Katie, a member of the quidditch team, beamed, giving him a tight hug. Ron slapped him on the shoulder, grinning proudly.
"Thank you," Harry said, feeling a little overwhelmed by the sudden attention.
A few others congratulated him, but everyone seemed to prefer giving Neville the attention. Which Harry was fine with. He was never the kind to like attention on him. So when he was able to, he decided to sneak away to a corner in the common room and take a seat. Right next to Hermione who was watching Neville being pulled around the room so people had a chance of touching him and his egg.
"His life has always been like that, hasn't it?" Hermione asked.
Harry let startled by the question, but looked back over to his best friend.
"I think he's been raised to expect that. His grandma was all about making sure he was in the spotlight."
"But not one of those people helped him get where he is," Hermione replied again.
Harry shrugged, "people are usually more than happy to share in the heroes rewards, but very rarely want to help them get there."
Hermione nodded at that.
"But you help him all the time."
"And you helped him with the tournament," Harry replied just as quick. The two locked eyes. "I guess it means neither of us care about the heroes light. Just want to make sure he survives."
Hermione's cheeks reddened at that as she looked away from Harry and back at the group cheering Neville on. Her eyes widened slightly as Ginny Weasley pulled him in for a snog.
"Why does a reward always end up like that?" she asked herself, not expecting an answer.
"Because how magic works. The magic inside of powerful wizards calls to witches. When said powerful wizard get's a powerful witch excited, they respond on instinct." Harry replied without really thinking about it.
"Does a witch have to be powerful to get the attention of a powerful wizard?" Hermione asked, worrying her bottom lip.
Harry shrugged, "depends how you want to get their attention."
She then looked right into Harry's eyes.
"What draws your attention to a witch?" She asked.
Without skipping a beat, Harry replied: "power."
Eventually Neville was able to break away from the group and offer his hand to Harry.
"come on," he whispered. "let's open this baby's up!"
With a grin, Harry stood and (trying not to obviously brace himself) the pair grabbed the knobs at the top of the eggs, twisted them and allowed them to open, revealing a swirling golden bubbles inside of a silvery liquid. And welcomed the common room to an ear bleeding shriek. Startled, they fumbled to close them again as quickly as possible, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Blimey, what was that?" Neville exclaimed, rubbing his ears.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Harry responded, wincing at the piercing sound. He looked around the common room. Who the fuck would be his special person? There wasn't anyone in the school he was insanely close to, other than Neville.
"Let's not worry about it tonight," Harry suggested to Neville, who nodded in agreement. They joined their friends in the revelry, but deep down, Harry couldn't push away the nagging sensation that something important lay within that golden egg.
As the night wore on and the party continued, Harry felt a sudden urge to clear his head. He glanced around the room and, seeing that no one was paying him any particular attention, he slipped out of the common room and into the dimly lit corridors.
He needed some fresh air and decided to go for a late-night run around the castle grounds. As he jogged through the darkness through the castle corridors, not caring of getting caught as he made his way to the stone archway that lead towards the woods, Harry's mind raced with thoughts of the tournament, of the impending showdown at the graveyard, and his relationship with his girls. If he closed his mind and tried to picture his magical core, the vision of a golden lake and the rivers that stretched out, connecting to pools appeared in his mind. If he really focused, he could see shifting silhouette's of the women that the pools of magic connected to. In the pool of silver, he could see a very blurry, almost non-corporeal vision of Samantha, running, picking flowers, sleeping, practising fighting. In the pool of red, he could see a slightly more realised vision of Lily. Cleaning, cooking, practising her magic, sitting down and going through paperwork, occasionally shouting or laughing. But the images were not always there. And it usually cost a lot of focus. Which wasn't something Harry was able to do often.
When he thought about his magic, he knew that there were plenty of aspects that he didn't understand. He knew there was more to his power. More to understand about being a mage in this world. He knew that his plan to defeat Voldemort was his number one priority with plenty of steps, of which did involve him binding beautiful and powerful women to him so that he could increase his (and their) magical power, but also gain magical skills that no one else had access to. But when the events of this world were so similar, he couldn't help but feel... isolated. His memory of his old life was shaky. He remembered key events, but his mind struggled pulling on those tethers, to remember the little details.
He knew that at the end of the year Voldemort would be back. That it had something to do with the Triwizard tournament. He could picture scenes, but nothing concrete. It was so frustrating, to be somewhere and not have the memories to help the world.
Nor remember how you left your own world, he thought.
He missed Ron and Hermione.
But, despite the whirlwind of emotions and questions, there was also a sense of exhilaration – he was alive, he had faced incredible danger, and he had come out on top.
"Focus, Harry," he whispered to himself as his footsteps echoed through the night. "There's still so much to do."
The cool air against his skin and the rhythmic pounding of his feet on the ground helped centre him and prepare for whatever lay ahead. And although there were many unknowns in his future, Harry knew that with determination and the support of his friends, he would face each challenge head-on.
As he rounded a bend on the flying green, Harry caught sight of the woods bathed in moonlight, its towering trees casting long shadows across the grounds. He paused for a moment, taking in the beauty and magic of Hogwarts and its grounds– a place where he always felt a sense of belonging.
"Let's do this," he muttered under his breath, before picking up speed and continuing his run, the distant sound of music from the Gryffindor common room fading into the night.
As Harry stepped out of the castle, he breathed in the crisp, cool air of the night. The scent of damp earth and the faint whispers of distant magical creatures filled his senses. He felt alive, invigorated by his recent victory and the promise of challenges to come.
"Potter," a voice called out from the shadows. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he saw Daphne Greengrass emerge, her ice-blue eyes fixing on him. She was dressed in tight-fitting workout clothes that accentuated her curves, her long, silver-blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. "Fancy meeting you here," she said, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Hey, Daph," Harry replied, trying to keep his composure. "Just needed a bit of fresh air."
"Me too," she said, stretching her toned legs against a nearby stone bench. "Congratulations on your win today, by the way. And for not showing off all your true magic. That took restraint."
"Thanks," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I figured it was best to keep some secrets up my sleeve."
"Smart move," Daphne agreed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Ready for a run?"
"Let's do it," Harry said with a grin, still feeling the buzz of the earlier events.
They took off together, their footsteps echoing in unison as they raced through the grounds of Hogwarts. Harry couldn't help but steal glances at Daphne as they ran, the moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her features. A part of him wondered if this was just another test, but he pushed that thought aside – he needed to enjoy this moment, no matter how fleeting.
Summary:Three in one day! These were once one whole chapter, but they needed to be split into three to not break the pacing too much, but, who can complain about a few intimate scenes with Cissy?
Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextChapter Eight
AS THEY APPROACHED the Greengrass Library, Harry felt a tingle of anticipation. He had never stepped foot in such a place before, with knowledge and secrets stretching back so far in time that it was almost overwhelming.
She had told him that she had managed to get permission from her father to let Harry see the family library to research mage magic. The only thing Harry needed to do was have dinner with the family. So Harry took a 'lordship' day, and took Daphne as his intermediary, and they visited her home.
Daphne opened the door and led them into the chamber. On either side were shelves, filled with books both new and old, some even written in languages Harry could not understand. At the centre of the library was an ornate marble table where Daphne's family kept their most important texts.
Harry and Daphne began to methodically search through the books as they looked for any clues that might lead to memory magic. After hours of work, Daphne finally came across an ancient tome about mind-altering spells. Excitedly she called for Harry and he hurried over to take a look at what she'd found.
The book didn't contain any spells but it did have information on memory charms, which allowed one to alter or erase memories from another's mind. Not quite what he was hoping for, but it was the clue they needed to know that the Greengrass' had texts on memory magic.
The two tried to look in the same area, but there was no more texts on memory magic. But there was an old book that detailed the story of a world where mages and wizards were two separate races that fought for dominance, then, a few years later, mages ceased to exist. Their blood only evident in some wizarding families. A few pages of the book had been ripped out, so the two were unable to find out what had happened to the mages.
The pair were sitting a long desk, Daphne researching the practical uses of ice magic, and Harry researching more about the three ancient laws that, for some reason, only pure bloods seemed to know; the Merlin Law, the Maiden Law, and the Fairie Law. It still astounded Harry how aging could slow down just because someone had a magically powerful core. In this world, the women who he thought to be old, like McGonagall looked to be in her late thirties. Dumbledore looked to be in his mid-forties.
He wondered how slow his aging could become as he binds more witches to him.
'Hey,' Daphne said softly, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. 'I know we haven't found anything useful yet, but it's only a matter of time.'
Harry looked up at her, grateful for her words. Daphne had been an unexpected ally in this fight, but a welcome one. She was smart, resourceful, and had a fierce determination that rivalled his own. And as he looked into her steel-blue eyes, he felt a warmth blooming within him, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words.
'Thanks, Daphne. I don't know what I'd do without you.'
She smiled, her lips curving upwards in a way that made Harry's heart skip a beat. 'Hopefully you'll never have to find out.'
The two made their way out of the library and into the cool night air. As they walked, Harry couldn't help but feel distracted, his mind wandering to thoughts of Daphne. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but there was something else about her that drew him in. Maybe it was her intelligence, or her fierce independence, or the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the world that mattered.
'I had a really good time tonight,' Daphne said, breaking Harry from his thoughts.
'Me too,' Harry replied, turning to face her. 'Thanks for showing me your family's library.'
Daphne was about to say something when an audible CRACK caught their attention. A very finely dressed elf appeared just next to the table.
'Baldson?' Daphne asked.
He bowed then waved his hand towards the door.
'Dinner is awaiting you and your guest, Miss Greengrass.'
She nodded her head and looked to Harry.
'Did you bring your tails?'
Harry looked down at his white shirt and black trousers.
'I... I didn't.' He looked to the elf. 'Is it important?'
The elf nodded.
'We have a spare set in the changing room. A valet elf will help you change. Miss Greengrass, I would recommend changing as well. Your ladies maid is awaiting you.'
The two said their goodbyes and retreated to get changed.
Once dressed, the two entered the dining room of Greengrass Manor. Lady and Lord Greengrass already sitting at the end of the long table, Lady Greengrass turned to them with a smile. She was stunning, with platinum blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and a curvaceous figure that had Harry mesmerized.
'I hope you both had a good time in our library,' she said in a soft voice, her eyes locking onto Harry's. 'Daphne tells me that you're quite the reader yourself.'
Harry nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through his body at her gaze. 'I do enjoy a good book,' he said, his eyes flickering over to Daphne who was blushing and looking down at her plate.
The conversation continued throughout dinner, with Lord Greengrass showing interest in Harry's thoughts on the current state of wizarding politics. Harry found himself surprised by how much he enjoyed talking to him, especially since he usually steered clear of pureblood families due to their unwavering loyalty to the old ways.
It was sometime around dessert that Lord Greengrass cleared his throat and brought up the conversation about Harry and his recent rise to Lordship.
'So, Harry,' Lady Greengrass said, her voice honeyed and smooth. 'Tell us about yourself. What do you plan to do after finishing school?'
Harry paused for a moment, taken aback by the question. He had never really thought that far ahead, not with everything that was happening in the wizarding world.
'Well, I've always wanted to travel,' he said, playing it safe. 'Maybe explore some of the lesser-known magical cultures in the world.'
'I see,' Lord Greengrass said, nodding thoughtfully. 'And what about marriage?'
Harry felt his face heat up at the sudden change of subject. 'Um, I haven't really thought about it.'
'Well, you should,' Lady Greengrass said, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. 'With your wealth and standing, you should have plenty of offers.'
Harry felt his heart skip a beat at the thought of being betrothed.
'I, uh, I don't think that would be necessary right now,' Harry stuttered, feeling a wave of panic rising in his chest. He couldn't imagine being tied down to one person for the rest of his life, especially not when he was just starting to explore his options.
'Our Astoria would make a great match for you,' Lord Greengrass said, Harry's eyes flickering over to Daphne who was looking down at her lap, her brow creased, her fingers shaking slightly. She was upset.
Harry didn't want to upset his friend by talking about marrying her sister, that he didn't really know.
Harry's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to diffuse the situation. He couldn't possibly lead Daphne on like that, not when he didn't feel that kind of way for the younger Greengrass. But at the same time, he didn't want to offend the Greengrass family, they had been nothing but gracious to him since he arrived.
'I, uh, I appreciate what you're trying to say,' Harry said, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. 'But I don't think it would be fair to anyone if I made a rash decision and accepted any betrothals so soon.'
Daphne looked up then, her eyes locking onto Harry's. There was a hint of something there.
The rest of the dinner was spent in polite conversation of the Grenngrass' asking about the renovations on Springrise and of how Lily is doing. Daphne was brought into conversation. Lady Greengrass thanked Harry for bringing Daphne home, even if it was just to use the library. She was happy to see her daughter.
'If possible, could you try and sneak Astoria out of Hogwarts? I do wish to see my baby.'
The way she spoke stirred something inside of Harry. The love of a mother was something that he thought was incredibly strong. He knew that Lady Greengrass must be worried about Daphne being betrothed to Draco Malfoy.
It wasn't until after dinner, when Harry and Daphne were walking through the gardens, that he finally had a chance to speak to her alone. They walked along a winding path, the smell of fragrant flowers filling the air.
'I have to admit, I was impressed with your parents,' Harry said, breaking the comfortable silence.
Daphne nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. 'They can be intimidating, but they mean well.'
'I can tell,' Harry replied. 'It's clear that they care about you both a great deal.'
Daphne looked up at him, her eyes shining. 'They do,' she looked wistfully at the garden around her. 'I'll be honest. I hope to one day have a similar relationship with my children. I want to be a mother that my children know that I will always prioritise them. That I will defend them.'
Harry felt something hot rise in his chest as he watched Daphne, her blue dress billowing around her.
He placed his hand on hers.
'You will make a wonderful mother one day,' he whispered. 'but the life you live before that will be an inspiration to witches everywhere.'
She smiled.
The two locked eyes as the moon caused Daphne's hair to glitter in the light.
'Thank you, Harry.'
He nodded.
The two parted and continued to walk around the garden as they spoke about Harry's golden egg.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Narcissa writhed in ecstasy as Harry's hand connected with her backside, leaving a satisfying sting that echoed through her body. Her breath hitched as she heard his voice, dripping with dominance and desire, asking her the question that always sent a shiver down her spine.
"Who's a good little slut?" he growled, his tone sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Meeeee!" she moaned, her voice barely audible as she sank further down onto Harry's cock, taking him deeper inside her. She loved the feeling of him filling her up, the sensation of his hard length pressed against her inner walls.
With a swift movement, Harry pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her back, his dark eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the bedroom. Narcissa's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She loved this moment, the anticipation, the thrill of not knowing what he would do next.
"Narcissa," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. "You are so beautiful."
Narcissa gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. Alongside her dominating kink, she had a praise kink, and there was something about being complimented while being dominated that made her heart race and her body tremble with desire.
"Have you gotten tighter?" Harry grunted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back his release. Narcissa could feel him close to the edge, and the thought only served to heighten her own pleasure.
"F-faster, Master," she gasped, her body writhing beneath him as she begged for more. "I'm close!"
"M-me too!" Harry groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent as he chased his own release.
"I-inside!" Narcissa cried out, her body clenching around him as she came hard, her orgasm rippling through her like a tidal wave. With a cry, Harry followed suit, his seed filling her waiting womb as they came together in a blinding burst of pleasure.
Afterwards, they lay in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Narcissa cuddled closer to Harry, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.
"That was wonderful," she sighed contentedly, tracing patterns on his chest with her finger as those words almost slipped out. Under her breath, she whispered out, "I love you, Harry."
Harry smiled down at her, his eyes filled with love and adoration. Although he wasn't there with her, it was good . "I'm… not there yet Cissy, but I can see myself… feeling that way with you." He whispered back, tracing circles on her back with his fingerand leaning in to press a light kiss to her forehead. 'I've enjoyed our meetings these last few weeks, Cissy.'
Narcissa nodded, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. 'Me too Harry,' she said, snuggling even closer to him. 'I don't think I've met anyone so powerful with such magical abilities in the bedroom.'
'I could even show you some of my magical abilities,' Harry offered, mind still drunk from cumming. 'Merlin's Law has offered me some interesting gifts.'
Narcissa's eyes went wide, her head popping up to look at him. 'What do you mean?' she asked, her voice a low whisper.
'Well, I'm sure you know all about it, I mean, we spoke it about it last time, but, y'know, the reason behind why only powerful wizards can do it,' Harry explained. 'It allows me to bind a witch to me. The wizard gains more power, and access to magical gifts the witch has, and the witch's bond, her feelings, to the wizard is deepened and her magical power also increases.'
Narcissa looked up at him, her eyes searching his face and Harry could see the curiosity and awe in her expression.
'I... I know what it is, I just... didn't… realise the true extent… Mother always said it was like a powerful marriage bond, but that it was rare to find a wizard strong enough to invoke it,' she then thought about it as Harry scratched her back. 'So, does that mean that you have already bound a witch to you.'
'A... A few.' he replied.
She looked up at him, her violet eyes drawing him in.
'More than one? So... So you can't bind any more?'
Harry shrugged, he genuinely didn't think about if he had a limit on the witches he could bind to him. He could use the Merlin Law because of his magical power, but he was using that to make witches powerful.
'I don't know. I haven't thought about it.' A thought then hit him. 'Your... your not upset that I've been with other witches?'
She shrugged.
'You're a handsome and powerful wizard Harry. I'm not surprised that other witches want you. But...' she trailed off.
'What?' Harry asked.
'I wouldn't mind being another witch on that list. I'd be honoured to be bound to you Harry.'
'We spoke about it before, Cissy, we said when you were ready.'
'Who says that I'm not ready?'
'Your husband, Lucius?'
She shook her head.
'I told you. He's not so much as touched me since Malfoy was conceived. Take me.'
Harry gulped.
'Take you?'
'I want you to bind me to you.' Narcissa replied, her voice barely above a whisper. 'I want to feel what it would be like to be bound to you. To have these… feelings I have for you to be deeper. To feel wanted all the time. Of feeling powerful. I trust you to make me strong.'
'I-I don't know what to say.'
Narcissa smiled.
'Say yes. Bind me to you Harry. I want to be yours. You've seen me in this bedroom. I fucking love to be dominated, and I…' she moved away from him, so that she was sitting opposite him, and spread her legs, revealing her sopping wet cunt, his cum leaking into the crack of her delicious ass, her nectar dripping from her hole.
She swiped a finger across her pink sex and as her finger moved away, strands of her arousal connected the two. She raised her finger to her mouth and swirled her fingertip along her lips, moaning as she did so.
'I've learnt… with you, that I love nothing more than earning your attention. Of being dominated. I… am aroused at the idea of being around other women who love your cock as much as me.'
Without another word, Narcissa reached up to press her lips against Harrys. Her plush lips forming a perfect cushion for his. His hands trailed down, each hand grabbing a bare butt cheek.
Narcissa moaned into his mouth as she lifted her pelvis upwards, grabbing Harry's quickly hardening cock as she aimed it at her entrance and with a thrust, impaled herself upon his length.
Harry let out a gasp, his hands instinctively gripping onto her hips as he lined up his thrusts. She grabbed his hands and trailed them up her body to grab each of her voluptuous breasts. A wonderfully pink nipple rolling between each palm.
'Ah!' she moaned, her walls tightening around Harry as she had a mini-orgasm.
Due to her orgasm, she lost her momentum. Harry wrapped his arms around her back and spun the two so that she was laying on her back. Harry then proceeded to thrust into her, his peak already in sight.
In his mind he pictured the lake, golden water rippling violently, two rivers branching outwards.
Her walls kept pulling him in. He needed to bind her now, otherwise he may cum too soon.
He pictured another river carving into the blank canvas of his magical core and followed his golden magical water as it began forming a river, one that lead towards a pool of black water, ripples of white and blue shimmering across the surface like veins.
He didn't love her like that. But he enjoyed every moment they shared, she wa powerful, both politically, magically, and socially. She was both a great ally and a brilliant addition to his harem. He did love her. Just not romantically. And he knew that she was more than okay with that.
'I-I'm close Cissy!' Harry cried.
'Inside!' she demanded, wrapping her legs around Harry's ass. 'Bind me, Harry! Please!'
With those words said, the river connected to the black pool of magic. With a cry, Harry came deep inside of Narcissa, a golden pulse of magic surging outwards, forming a ring around the two. The ring was quickly pulled in as Narcissa started moaning from her orgasm. The golden light surged into her stomach, where her womb was.
Not a second later did Narcissa's eyes shoot open, her usually violet irises now glowing a bright white as sparks of black started dancing across the surface of her skin. Then she came again, and jets of black lightning bolts with white outlines arced out of Narcissa's hands, zapping and blasting the furniture in the room.
Just as Harry bent down to ask if she was okay, he felt the heat in his chest burst upwards, similar bolts of black lighting blasting out of him.
After a few moments, the lightning calmed down, sparks sizzling across the surface of the different pieces of now broken furniture in the room.
Gasping, Harry slid his cock out of Narcissa's soaking depths. As lightning came out of them, they had both reached orgasm another two times.
Once Harry's length was no longer plugging up Narcissa, her pussy began flooding the bedsheets below her.
'Ah!' she sighed in satisfaction. 'I don't know what the fuck that was, but I want to do it again.'
Harry chuckled as he fell backwards, his magic feeling like it had been drained from him.
'Well, if you want to fuck again like that, I'm going to need a few days to recover.'
She giggled as she fell backwards.
'Lucius is going out on a business trip to France just before the Christmas break?' Narcissa offered.
A smile stretched across Harry's face.
'I look forward to seeing your owl, Cissy.'
Notes:AND Narcisssa is officially been bonded!