Chapter 2298 - Ch: 19-20

Chapter 19: Christmas Eve, You are deserving.

Summary:

Next Chapter is here! Not really a Christmas Themed chapter but hey I still think it came out good! Let me know what you think and hope you enjoy!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Narcissa groaned, and not in a fun way. Her head swam and spun as her eyes blinked open. She feels her wrists and ankles sore, nearly rubbed to bleeding, but it would be simple enough to mend. What she noted, however, was a distinct lack of lust, or at least the overwhelming, nearly succubus level of lust she was experiencing before.

She took a shaky breath and flooded her mind with thoughts of Harry, his smile, his eyes. She felt her heart swell and flutter as it always does. Then she thought of his body, his hands, his mouth, and his cock.

She felt the tingle, the tingle she always felt when excited by him. But it was not all-consuming; unlike before, her mind didn't turn to mush, and her folds did not begin weeping.

With a sigh of relief, she deduced that her body had purged itself, but it had taken some time. It was now that she noticed her throat was dry and her stomach ached with hunger.

"D-Dobby!" Narcissa rasped out, her voice sounding coarse. She heard the pop outside the door of her room.

"Mistress be calling Dobby, is Mistress feeling well again?" The squeaky voice called.

"Dobby... I need help; come here." She said she cared not for her nakedness in front of the Elf, and she needed to be freed. So, with another Pop, the Elf appeared in her room and his eyes went wide.

"Mistress! Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" He said and quickly snapped his fingers, and she felt the ropes binding her grow slack and fall away. With another snap, Narcissa felt the snug and plush fabric of her favorite robe drape over her as she groaned while sitting upright.

"Mistress, how ever did this happen?" Dobby asked, clearly distraught at the situation, and Narcissa offered a placating and calming smile.

"A mistake on my part, but hopefully, it won't occur again. Tell me, how long was I bedridden?" Narcissa asked as she scooted off the bed and stood on slightly shaky legs. Usually, that'd be a pleasant sensation, but now it wasn't, as the situation that caused it was less than ideal.

"A little over two days, Mistress. Can I get you something to eat? It's Christmas Eve; the Master is quite angry at your absence." Dobby asked, and Narcissa nodded.

"Yes, something light and water, lots of water. And Lucius will be content for now." She said as she bent down to retrieve the wand she tossed aside when this ordeal began. She flicked her wand, casting a quick Tempus, to find that it was relatively early and Lucius's precious Yule Party would not start until later. She had plenty of time to make herself presentable. She was glad for her Imperious curse altering Lucius's thoughts; otherwise, he'd probably have barged in here already.

Dobby nodded and popped away as Narcissa walked to her Vanity Mirror to examine herself. She looked worse for wear. Her hair was wild and unkempt in a not-so-attractive way. Her complexion was a bit paler than average, and her eyes had bags under them from sleepless fits. Opening her robe, she looked over her body. Besides the same paleness as her face, she was happy to find that no severe changes occurred.

Deciding she'd instead take her food and drink while soaking in a warm bath, she left her rather filthy bed behind and entered her washroom. With a few swishes of her wand, the fountain tub she had come to live with steaming warm water scented with a flowery aroma tinged with lavender.

Dropping her robe, she stepped in and hissed at the warmth but not in discomfort. She slid into the smooth marble tub and sighed in relief as the warm waters soothed away her other aches. Holding her wrists up, she saw the angry red welts from where the conjured ropes dug into her but thankfully never broke her skin.

Her seeming withdrawal had passed, and she knew it was from her Potion. It was the only explanation. However, the question remained if it was from her prolonged exposure to it, the many different versions she tested while developing it, or something that would arise with only a single use. A pop signaled the return of Dobby.

"I am in the bath; come in." She called out, and the Elf entered, averting his gaze respectfully with a tray floating behind him. A plentiful plate of small fruits and fluffy pancakes with dipping Syrup in a small sauce bowl next to it. Along with a pitcher wet with condensation and clinking ice.

The tray expanded to rest right over her in the tub, and she sat up while Dobby turned around.

"Shall the Mistress need anything else?" he asked. Narcissa took some of the fruit and eagerly ate it. She moaned with gratitude as it helped dull the hunger in her stomach.

"Yes Dobby, I shall need some ink and parchment."

"Of course, Mistress. Um, Mistress should know she has received some letters. Dobby has kept them safe and hidden from the Master."

"From who?" She asks, and Dobby produces the letters in question.

"From your sister, Miss Andromeda, and letters from Hogwarts, but with no name," Dobby said, placing them on her tray and bowing. Dobby will be getting you your parchment and ink, " the Elf said before popping away. Leaning over to dry her hands with a towel, she undid the seal to her Sister's letter first.

Scanning through it, she was relieved to see no mention of any odd behavior from Nymphadora hinted at in the letter. It was just the usual: Andromeda missed her and wished her well, making not-so-subtle jokes about kicking Lucius to the curb. Narcissa laughed lightly; if Andromeda knew the plans she had cooked up already, she'd call her mad.

She still remembered how they had reconnected; Lucius had caught wind of Ted's death. Ted Tonks was a relatively successful Lawyer in the Ministry, winning more cases than he lost. More than once, he made Lucius's life difficult, which endeared the man greatly in Narcissa's mind. But Lucius gloated like he always did when he died, puffing up as if he had achieved something.

When she learned, she reached out to Andromeda with condolences. She initially received no reply, and Narcissa nearly let the matter drop with a heavy heart. But instead, she pursued it, showing up at Andromeda's home to console her Sister.

They fought, screamed, and threw blame for their childhood life. Then they hugged, drank, and talked. And Narcissa left the house with her Sisters love returned.

Oh, how she wished she could gush to her about Harry, how incredible of a boy and a lover he is. But perhaps not quite yet; it was already unbelievable fortune that both Narcissa and now Andromeda's daughter Nymphadora were shagging him.

A more perverted part of her mind eagerly formed thoughts of completing the set. But for now, after her ordeal, a break from ravenous and whorish thoughts was well needed.

Setting aside her Sister's letter, she opened the ones from Hogwarts, one from Poppy and another from Harry. She read Harry's first, and as always, her heart fluttered at his words. She couldn't wait to see him again, but all in good time. This separation was fortuitous in a way, as without it, she may never have stumbled on her brew's prolonged side effects—or even worse, discovered them at most in opportune time.

Giving Harry's letter a sniff and shivering at its earthy boyish scent, she set it aside. Now, reading Poppy's, she relays all she has learned about Harry's affliction. After more examinations and tests, she found that Harry doesn't seem to suffer too greatly from the dark magic of the scar. However, it caused his core to expand incredibly fast, which Poppy theorizes is the reason his seed is so potent and has such a profound effect on their bodies.

Once it was removed, which Poppy was still working out how to accomplish, his power would far exceed anyone in his age group. Granted, he may have power and potency, but he would still need training and education. The letter went into more detail, but Narcissa would need to speak with Poppy in person about this.

When Dobby returned, she quickly began to write a short letter to Tonks, simply asking about her behaviors and whether she suffered similar symptoms as she had. She detailed it well, folded it, and handed it to Dobby.

"Get this to Nymphadora Tonks, Andie's daughter. Do you understand? And you cannot be seen by anyone but Nymphadora." Narcissa says, and when Dobby pops away, she finally sighs in relief and enjoys her meal and water, relaxing immensely in the tub. If not for her recent tribulations, she might've recalled having set up an extraordinary meeting between Harry and Pansy's mother, Cordelia.

She might've also recalled that they were going to use the Potion again to seduce her.

This is where Harry was; to be precise, he was getting ready for his meeting. Minerva and Poppy were with him in her office, and he dressed well but not overly. A simple dress shirt and pants with nice shoes; simple and easy to take off.

"Alright, Harry. Remember just a few spritzes. That's all you should need," Minerva said, and Harry nodded.

"I know, don't worry, I can do this."

"Yes, you are ever so well versed in seducing women," Poppy said as she looked at the potion bottle with a slight hint of disdain.

"Must you use it, though? Couldn't you just woo her on your own?" Poppy asked. She really did not like the Potion.

"Poppy, with all due respect to you, Harry, but how do you expect a boy Harry's age to seduce a woman Cordelia's age, not to mention she's a mother," Minerva replied.

"He did it with Narcissa, didn't he?" Poppy shot back.

"Well, it was more Narcissa seduced me in the beginning," Harry admitted, and Poppy huffed.

"We are not just having him seduce the woman for fun, Poppy. Don't forget how imperative her joining our coven is." Minerva said, and Harry nodded.

"Right, we need her help to save Pansy and Daphne," Harry added.

"I understand that it's just... feels too dishonest. Harry, I believe that you are far more charming than you think." Poppy said, caressing his cheek, which Harry leaned into.

"Thank you, but I don't want to risk it. Pansy and Daphne are on the line, " he said, and Poppy still frowned. As Minerva smoothed out his clothes, Poppy had one last thing to say.

"I think you can do it without the Potion. Remember what I said about your magic; it can affect people during lovemaking. And with your heightened potency, you should be able to use it to seduce her just as well as with the Potion."

"We haven't tried anything like that yet; if you are right, Harry would need to practice on someone first. And besides, this is too important to risk on a theory." Minerva said, and Harry went to agree but saw just how displeased Poppy was. He took a moment and looked at the bottle again, then back at Poppy.

He really didn't want to upset her, but Minerva was right—this was too important to risk. Looking into her eyes, he thought he could see Poppy's turmoil. He frowned and warred with himself in his head until, finally, he sighed.

"Alright, Poppy, I'll do it your way," Harry said, and both Minerva's and Poppy's eyes widened.

"Really?" both women asked, and Harry nodded.

"Yes, if it's really important to you that I don't use the Potion, then I won't. If you really believe I can do it on my own, then I will." Harry said, and Poppy surged forward to kiss him firmly on the lips.

"Thank you, Harry," Poppy said, relief flooding her features as she stood back up.

"Harry... if you're sure, then go ahead," Minerva said, smiling. She was a bit worried about the prospect; after all, this was not just Harry but also two young girls at risk here if this failed. But Harry was not just a boy; he was her boyfriend, which also meant trusting him to make decisions.

"I am. Okay, see you later then," Harry said, making his way out of the office.

"Trust your instincts, Harry. I fully expect to hear her moans from the castle." Poppy teased in a chipper mood now that Harry had heeded her advice and wishes. Once he was gone, Minerva sighed and turned to Poppy.

"I hope that was a wise decision, " she said, grabbing the potion bottle and putting it back in the case.

"It was much better than using a potion for this."

"You truly detest the potion that much?" Minerva asked. Sure, she had reservations about the brew, but once she understood it and its effects, she saw the boon it was and that it led to no harm.

"I do," Poppy replied, simply offering no further explanation, and Minerva would not pry it from her.

Harry easily navigated the castle and towards the secret Honeyduke passage. He obviously had no need to use it since Narcissa had been appointed Potions Professor. Still, he found it exciting to use it again. Making his way through and out, sneaking out the window of the Honeydukes, he traversed towards the familiar Hogsmede home Narcissa had purchased and was still under her name.

Entering quickly, the place was quiet except for the faint sound of thumping footsteps upstairs. From the pace, Harry guessed that Cordelia must've been pacing back and forth in the room. Harry took a moment to compose himself. He was more nervous than he thought he would be. Of course, he didn't have the Potion to help him this time.

Come to think of it, the only one of his loves with whom he hadn't needed the Potion was Narcissa herself, and even then, she was the one who approached him. So Cordelia would be the first woman that he seduced all on his own, not including Padma. But then again, that was... well, it wasn't a true relationship yet.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he ascended the steps to the room. He heard the pacing stop, the sound of shuffling, and a slight creak as Cordelia must have sat on the bed.

Cordelia was a mess emotionally. Was she excited? Oh yes, indeed, but she was also apprehensive. What if her Husband found her out, or worse, what if Narcissa's secret lover rejected her?

It was an irrational thought because Cordelia was a beautiful woman but after years of being passed by with not even a passing glance from her Husband or even his Lordly friends. A festering belief began to sprout from her heart that perhaps the reason that she received no attention was not simply because she had no more use. But that she was just not worthy of attention.

So when she heard footsteps begin to ascend the stairs, she looked down at herself; she was wearing her best Lingerie. An early Christmas gift, as Narcissa said. A gorgeous deep purple lace Bra with triangle cutouts exposing her nipples. A matching color and sinful garter belt with thin, see-through fabric leggings.

That wasn't even mentioning the thong she wore or what barely passed as a thong. It was string thin around her high waist, but instead of fabric, it was a string of beads strung down her mound and slightly dug into her lower lips.

She'd never worn or even owned such scandalous clothing before. But after an instance from Narcissa, she wore it, and now she quickly went to bed to grab a robe and throw it over her body. Despite what Narcissa said, the nagging in the back of her mind about her inadequacy still rang far too loud for her to just bear herself so proudly.

A knock came from the door, and Cordelia took a deep breath. She fiddled with her fingers, lacing them together and squeezing. Cordelia expected a young man based on what Narcissa had told her. But when she invited him inside, her eyes widened, and her brain nearly shut down at what she saw.

Oh, it was a young man... a very, very young man. A boy who couldn't be older than a first-year Hogwarts student. But then his features, his black hair and emerald green eyes, took her attention. Then, there was that oh-so-telling scar on his forehead. No... no way in the nine hells or any stretch of the imagination was Narcissa's secret lover Harry-fucking-Potter!

"What are you doing here? Did you get lost?" Cordelia asked, clutching the robe closer to her body. She would not flash a young boy with her body, no matter how unconfident she felt in her looks. This must've been a mistake anyway; it was a young student sneaking out of the castle, and nothing more had to be.

"I'm not lost. Narcissa said you were interested," Harry said, smiling softly. Cordelia's heart jumped into her throat as he said those words.

"So you're Narcissa's... no, I don't believe it." She said, standing and shaking her head. "How?" She asked, blindsided by this whole ordeal.

"It... well, it was the day I went to Diagon Alley for the first time," Harry said, and then he began to tell Cordelia all about his adventures. From the first time in that changing room between himself and Narcissa to their growing romance. All the way to when she took his virginity on Halloween. But Harry left out his other loves for now, as that might've been too much.

"I can't believe this!" Cordelia said as she resumed her pacing.

"When Narcissa said she had a younger lover, I thought... maybe a Hogwarts graduate at the very least. I never thought... what was she thinking!" Cordelia exclaimed.

"Well, it kinda just happened," Harry said, and Cordelia fixed him sternly.

"Don't try to be cute with me, young man. I am figuring out my best friend is having a Taboo relationship, and I am not in the mood for joking."

"I'm not! It really just happened, I guess. But it's been amazing; Cissa has been helping me so much..."

"Oh, I am sure!" She bit out.

"She has! She's getting me medical help and helped me with my confidence and school. I had this really horrible teacher who was a total bully, and she was the one who got rid of him to protect me!" Harry said, and Cordelia stopped at that.

She had heard about that, and frankly, she was shocked it took this long to fire that failure of a Professor. She was also surprised when she heard that Narcissa had taken his place.

"I know it's not normal... I know that most people would think that Cissa took advantage of me, but I love her! And she loves me, and that's the truth." Harry said, looking right into Cordelia's eyes, and the woman felt her heart leap seeing his gaze.

It was... so full of passion, not boyish lust but true heartfelt love. She saw the evident devotion in his gaze, and in that moment, Cordelia knew he was telling the truth. She couldn't describe why, but it was as if she could feel his genuine affection and emotions towards Narcissa. His sincerity, adoration, and love came through so clearly in a way Cordelia never experienced before.

"Then... if that's true, why would you be here? With someone like me?" Cordelia asked, disregarding the fact that she was talking with a boy and not an adult; she felt suddenly inadequate in the face of such strong emotions.

"Why wouldn't I? Cissa said you're a good person, and she said you deserve to be treated right. She told me a bit about your married life. Not much, but I know that you're not happy, and that's not right." Harry said, and Cordelia scoffed and sat beside him.

"That's not exactly unique; I've lost count of the number of women in my situation. Is Narcissa going to just hand you out to all of them?" She said, and Harry shook his head, he might be a horny young boy, but even he knew that he wouldn't want that. He wasn't in the relationships just for pleasure.

He connected with his woman; his recent nights with Minerva proved that.

"No, of course not," Harry said.

"Then why me?" Cordelia said, and she felt pathetic. What kind of answer was she looking for? Was she so desperate for validation that she sought it from a boy?

"Cissa said that you'd deserved it. She's your best friend and wanted to give you real happiness on Christmas Eve." Harry said, being honest and not wanting to lie to Cordelia.

"I don't deserve special treatment," Cordelia said bitterly.

"That's not true,"

"Please, be honest, boy. Would you have even looked at me if Narcissa hadn't pointed me out? If it was me you met first, would you still have gone through with all of it?" Cordelia asked. Narcissa was her best friend, but there was always going to be that feeling of inadequacy deep in her heart.

How could there not be? Narcissa was gorgeous, as all the Black sisters were. Standing next to them, it was hard not to look at herself and feel lesser.

"Yes!" Harry said, placing his hand over Cordelia's, and she could feel it again when she looked over. A flood of his honesty and emotions welled inside her. Like he was somehow projecting them to her to prove his words. And where his hand lay over hers, it was like a sudden warmth blooming on her skin that tingled up her arm and down her spine.

"I think you are magnificent, Missus Cordelia. I don't know you well, but I'd like to." Harry said. Indeed, Cordelia was beautiful; she had a more round shape to her face, and the familiar upturned nose that Pansy had, only Cordelia had grown into hers, making it look more button-like. She had short hair like Pansy's but only slightly longer in the front. Warm brown eyes were like Pansy, and everything looked like Pansy.

Well, not exactly. It's evident that Pansy got her looks from Cordelia, but Harry saw something more. Pansy had sharper features, though, which added to her usually fierce personality. Cordelia just looked softer, not fat but gentle.

"You're just being nice," Cordelia said despite the flutter in her chest.

"No, I'm not; I want to get to know you better, everything about you. Cissa's only told me a little, but I want to know who you are." Harry said, now threading his fingers through her own. And again, it was like Cordelia could feel his truth. She wanted to refute him, write him off as just a boy that Narcissa had enraptured.

But she couldn't. Whenever she gazed into his eyes or felt his touch, she couldn't bring herself to just ignore it, his words or his gaze.

"I'm not so exciting... I'm afraid you'll get bored." Cordelia said, looking away, feeling a sudden wave of shyness.

"Well, I really like potions. And no, it's not just because Cissa is teaching it. Snape made it horrible, but it was always fascinating. I also really like charms, and I like flying class." Harry said, and Cordelia laughed at his words. She felt some of her nervousness fade.

"It's been years since I graduated, but I very much enjoyed Herbology during my time as a student. My parents disapproved of it, but I loved it while I was at school. Never been much of a flier; I'm actually scared of heights."

"Oh, yeah, I get that. But sometimes, I wish I could fly without a broom, like a bird. Plus, the school doesn't have the best brooms."

"I know that is probably one of the reasons I don't like flying. It wouldn't surprise me if I could find my broom still tucked away there."

"You had a broom?"

"Well, not mine, really. It was just the slowest one and never went really high," Cordelia explained with a light giggle.

And so they talked. Cordelia didn't even notice as they lay back in the bed and relaxed. She told him about her time at school, and Harry told her about what he had been up to, including his friends and classes. He also explained a bit about how Narcissa would reward him for doing well in classes.

"She's lucky to have you, Harry. As far as I am concerned, she might as well be the luckiest woman on the planet. You are so kind and thoughtful. I've never felt more heard in my life."

"I think you're kind too. It's nice talking to you."

"Oh, I really am not; if I were, I'd be a better mother and woman." Cordelia sighed, and Harry shook his head.

"You've just had bad luck, but you tried, right?"

"Not enough."

"Well... I was in a bad place before Hogwarts, before Cissa. I like to think she rescued me a little. She has it bad like you, being married to a man she hates and a son who doesn't love her." Harry said he knew all too well about Lucius by now.

"But she's made it better for herself. I still find it hard to believe, just trying to imagine it is..." She trailed off, and Harry smiled as he got really close to her face. Cordelia locked eyes with him; his lips were on hers before she knew it. It was unexpected and unlike anything she had felt before.

She's never been kissed, not truly. In her mind, the stiff peck she was given at her wedding was less than nothing. And before that, it would be better not to dwell on it. What she would dwell on was the feeling that flooded her, like a tingling warmth spreading across her lips and down to her toes.

When they separated and she met his eyes again, she chased after him. Pushing her lips against his as this boy made her feel more loved and heard in the short hour and a half that she had known him than ever in her life before.

"I get it now." She mumbled against his lips as she kneeled on the bed. "C-can you say my name?" Cordelia asked softly, hugging herself, and Harry smiled.

"Cordelia," Harry said as he could see the smile bloom on the woman's face. Then his eyes trailed down to her robe-clad body. He reached forward and tugged at the tie, holding it close, and Cordelia gripped his hand, the nervous glint in her eye again.

But he persisted and tugged until it came loose, and her robe opened. The robe fell down her shoulders with a little nudge, and Harry saw her body properly.

She was very different from any of the other women. She was pale, like porcelain, and her body was shaped differently. Narcissa, Minerva, Poppy, and Nymphadora all had what he had come to know as the hourglass body. Sure, they varied slightly in size and stature, but it was recognizable.

Cordelia was different; her shoulders were narrower, her breasts smaller, being just about handfuls for each. He had a soft waist, and her hips flared out significantly. To Harry, it was like her body was shaped like a water droplet. And there was a certain softness to her, her pillowy thighs and hips. The ever-so-slight bump on her lower stomach.

Of course, there is the outfit she was wearing; before Narcissa had to leave, she told him that she had given Cordelia a special gift to wear on Christmas Eve. It accentuated her body perfectly, somehow mixing cute with sexy with her Lingerie and body shape.

"I know I'm not as slim as Narcissa... or have her breasts..." Cordelia said, using her arms to try and shield herself from his gaze. Again, as insane as this was, Harry's opinion of her was suddenly so important. A young boy's thoughts on her body were so impactful to her, which should cause her great concern.

But when she felt his lips press against hers again, all those thoughts melted away, and she felt his small, boyish hands caress her arms and sides. As they brushed against her ribs, she giggled and writhed.

"S-sorry, that tickles." She said, and Harry smiled widely. That cute, sexy mix was driving him crazy.

"You mean here?" Harry said, tickling her. She giggled and wriggled at his action, falling back on the bed. Harry noticed the slight ripple in her softness, just as she did. Her laughing caused a wonderful jiggle around her breasts and pillowy thighs.

After the tickle attack, Harry was between her legs, and she gasped as she looked up at him. Her face flushed from the laughter and tickling. Harry smiled softly at her.

"You're beautiful, Cordelia." He said it simply, and that simple phrase made the woman tear up. She hadn't once heard that phrase from an honest voice in her life. It was always a hidden motive or a backhanded compliment meant to make her feel inferior. But not from him, Harry meant it, and the way he gazed at her...

She finally understood what Narcissa had meant, the few snippets that she had been told by Narcissa. When he looked at Narcissa, she felt like a treasure. Of course, she never expected the look to come from a boy, and even less so that the boy was Harry Potter.

But she understood it now; as Harry gazed upon her, her feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt just melted away. She could feel his earnest feelings just from his gaze alone. Then he leaned down again but not to kiss her lips. No, he kissed her tit and licked her nipple.

She gasped and shivered and was weak to his touch as he kissed down her body. She gasped as he confidently faced her pussy not even covered by the beaded thong she wore.

Harry was mesmerized yet again; the others had more like a flower to his eyes, tight and wet. Nymphadora was more of a slit with just a hint of pink. But Cordelia's was puffy, plump looking, and as pale as the rest of her skin.

He pulled on the thong, and Cordelia, out of some embarrassed habit, pressed her thighs together with a whimper. But Harry was having none of it as he gently opened her legs and pulled her thong off. She whined again as Harry gazed upon her lower lips.

"Don't stare at it!" She exclaimed, covering her blushing face.

"But it's so pretty," Harry said, but Cordelia didn't remove her hands. However, she did look back down when she was suddenly under such pleasurable sensations. Harry Potter was pressing his face and mouth against her plump pussy lips. His tongue wriggled and wagged as his lips sucked on it. It was like he was kissing her properly, only it wasn't proper.

Nothing about this situation was proper; she was a grown woman, a mother in the process of being pleasured by a boy the same age as her daughter. Not to mention that the boy was the secret lover of her best friend.

Yet here she was, her back arching off the bed as Harry all but made out with her pussy. Kissing and licking it, sucking on it like he was trying to love and devour her all at the same time. She'd never felt this ever, but it was the most incredible sensation in her life. But more than that, it was Harry that made it so much better.

It was like she could feel every stroke was filled with nothing but admiration and desire—the desire for her as a woman, and she would never want to lose it.

Then when his teeth lightly bit into her sensitive clit her mind went black, and her vision blurred as a sudden surge of pleasure erupted from her. She cried out, her body arching off the bed fully as she all but convulsed. And through it all, Harry remained latched to her cunt, eagerly slurping every spray of her arousal that her climax created.

Cordelia panted her eyes, coming back into focus. She saw Harry's smiling and wet face as he stripped his clothes off. Now he was naked between her legs, and she could feel it, the cock of his at her entrance.

If she was in her right mind, she'd probably question why his cock was relatively big for his age. But she wasn't; all she wanted was for that feeling to continue. That feeling of being wanted, desired... even loved.

"Cordelia," Harry whispered, and the woman's eyes fluttered as she gazed upon the boy who was making her come undone.

"Please." She whimpered, and that was all Harry needed as he sank into her plump pussy lips. Cordelia opened her mouth in a big O as she moaned. Her body reacted immediately, clenching in just the right way to pull him in as deep as possible.

Never before had she felt this; the one time she had sex, conceiving Pansy was nothing like this. In fact, that night, she might as well just injected her womb with seed for all it was worth. To say that what Harry was making her feel was better would be an understatement. No, it would be a flat-out lie.

It was like the difference between being stabbed or embraced. It was just that contrasting to her mind. And when Harry began to move in such a way that no boy should know how to move. It drove her even more crazy.

Harry plunged into her, finding a mix between a more brutal thrust and a slower pace, like a balance between how Narcissa and Minerva liked it. And it was working wonders; the hard thrust showed a delightful jiggle to her softer body, and the slow pace was just right for the woman's needs.

Cordelia felt every stroke into her body; the angle at which he thrust into her was just right. The slow, torturous extraction from her depths, only to be assaulted with the hard and quick plunge back into her, drove Cordelia mad with arousal.

"Harry, I can't... oh Morgana, I can't hold on!" She cried out, the feeling of another even stronger orgasm building inside her was quickly growing out of her control. Harry just smiled and picked up his pace slightly.

"Go ahead; you deserve it all, Cordelia!" Harry moaned back, and Cordelia wanted to weep at hearing such words. She looked down, meeting his eyes again as he pumped into her.

"Please... with me... inside." She gasped her pleasure, robbing her of the ability of coherent speech. But Harry knew; he understood and was thankfully approaching his peak as well. He went faster inside her, leaning against her lovely, soft body as she wrapped him in her arms. Holding him like he was a lifeline she didn't know she needed.

"OH! YES!" Cordelia cried out as she began to spasm again, and Harry grunted as he pounded a few more times and then buried himself deep. His cock swelled and throbbed inside the quivering woman and pumped thick shots of his cum into her. Cordelia cried out as the heat surging in her womb made her pleasure turn up to eleven.

"Harry! Harry!" Cordelia cried as she was filled with his boy cum. Both remained locked together, shaking slightly and panting as Harry looked at the trembling woman. A slight glisten on her skin, her hair a mess, and a dreamy expression on her face. He felt proud; he loved making his woman feel good.

But not just physically but emotionally as well; he loved being more than just carnal pleasure. He learned that with Minerva and thanked Poppy for convincing him not to use the Potion this time. Cordelia deserved this, and he would love to discover more about her.

"You were amazing, Cordelia, so amazing," Harry said, and Cordelia looked upon him, still panting, her eyes misty with emotion.

"Really?" She asked, and Harry nodded.

"Yes..."

Cordelia smiled. She had never been more thankful for Narcissa in her life than at this moment. She hoped that somehow, some way, Narcissa would find it in her heart to let Harry be a part of her life permanently. Cordelia didn't think she could live without him now.

Oh, she had no idea how much she would get into.

Chapter 20: It's getting Hot in Here!

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Have you ever had a moment of clarity followed readily by a feeling of pure loathing or cringe? That was a feeling that Narcissa had become very well acquainted with during the Yule party the other night. As was the norm for her, she essentially shut off most of her brain and awareness in order to suffer through the blatant peacocking by these pathetic excuses for men.

However, she focused just enough to realize something: her best friend had not attended the party the previous night. Narcissa thought it was odd and engaged Lord Parkinson for only a moment to ask. His answer was a huff and an annoyed roll of his eyes, stating that Cordelia had felt ill and he didn't want her causing issues.

It was a moment of realization that struck her like a bolt of lightning. After her withdrawal, she was somewhat disoriented, and it completely slipped her mind that she had arranged for Cordelia to meet and be with Harry! The thought of it during the party made her want to smack herself for letting something so crucial slip her mind. But she managed to keep her composure as her Husband, as always, puffed and blustered his way through conversations.

When she told him that she felt tired and wished to retire, Lucius did not stop her. Usually, he'd give her a cold stare and ask her to deal with it to some effect. However, the implanted Imperious she had used on him had made him much more amenable to her requests. After leaving the party, she remembered reminiscing about his recent neutering, imagining how far he would fall if she just let it slip. Proof that he was a ball-less lord with nothing to his name except what his forefathers gave him.

But it would be ill-advised to cause such a stir at the moment. All in good time. Narcissa had retired for the night but found little rest as she thought of the meet-up between her Boyfriend and Best Friend. This would be a moment of heartbreak and tragedy in any other situation. And yet all Narcissa felt was regret, regret that she could not attend the mind-blowing experience that Harry was sure to give Cordelia.

But remembering all this reminded her that she was to meet with Cordelia today. It wasn't an issue as the Pureblood extremist lords made the day of Christmas a day of work and business. It was a petty maneuver to show just how much disdain they held for the muggle Holiday.

Given the history of Magic with the Christian faith, there would be some substance to this disdain. However, the extremists couldn't care less about that history. They only cared that it was a popular Muggle holiday and thus deserved as much disrespect as they could get away with.

In any case, it meant that her Husband would be away for the day, and she had no need to stay at the Malfoy Manor. Her son had already gone with his Father. In all honesty, she should feel hurt, as she usually did, in the absence of her son. Or the fact that he hadn't bothered to bid her farewell in any way.

But she didn't, and it was... liberating. Perhaps later on, she'd regret that her son didn't and most likely wouldn't care for her. But she didn't need that anymore; she wasn't chained to seeking his favor over his Father. The reason? Simple Narcissa had Harry to love, not as a son but as a lover, a boyfriend, and, if she could make it happen... a wife.

A shiver went up her spine, and her nether lips clenched at the thought. Obviously, it wouldn't be possible at the moment, despite how incredible and mature Harry was at his age. He was still a boy; it was the same reason she choked down that anti-pregnancy potion. In her perfect world, she'd have already been impregnated and walking down the aisle to exchange their vows.

But this was the real world, and in this real world, she had a real problem to solve. Harry had played his part, and now it was her turn, so back to Hogesmede, she went to the house. Once there, she opened the door, stepped inside, and smiled at what she saw. Harry was not there, obviously, but Cordelia was. And she was humming to herself and dancing around the kitchen, making some breakfast.

"So, I take it my Boyfriend performed to your liking?" Narcissa asked as Cordellia spun around to face her. For a moment, Cordelia said nothing, and then her face flushed red as she looked down. It was almost like the impression of a scolded child—at least it would've been if Cordelia had anything other than a pair of panties on.

"He was... incredible," Cordelia said, and Narcissa giggled.

"Of course he was. I've taught him well. Though he does have a talent for bringing pleasure to lonely ladies." Narcissa joked and then examined her friend. She still had a bit of plumpness to her figure, but it was much more sensual, not just from a losing battle with pastries. Her face had a certain glow to it, and the wrinkles that had begun to set vanished.

Just like with every other woman, Harry's touch and his essence made them new women. Cordelia was no different, and there seemed to be something else. A newfound confidence, the Cordelia she knew would never have strutted about nearly nude, in private or otherwise.

"It's shocking, Harry Potter. When you said your lover was younger, I never imagined he'd be that young." Cordelia said as she plated the pancakes she had made.

"True, but he's proven time and again to be worth more than any grown man I know," Narcissa said, and then she smirked. "Now tell me everything!" She all but squealed, and the atmosphere changed; Cordelia giggled as she sat near Narcissa at the table.

"It was incredible, scary, and so heartwarming. We didn't just have sex. He... he made me feel like..." Cordelia said, her heart throbbing at the memory.

"Like a treasure? Like you're a goddess worthy of praise and worship?" Narcissa supplied helpfully.

"Morgana, yes! I've never seen anyone look at me like that, and Harry. He made me feel pretty and validated. Before we even did anything, we just laid down and talked."

"Talked? About what?" Narcissa asked; if Harry had used the potion, the process should've been too quick to lay down for a chat.

"Things, we talked a bit about my schooling days. How I loved Herbology. I even told him about my favorite broom." Cordelia said with a light giggle.

"That old thing? I remember you driving our flying instructor crazy with that. He even hid it for our final flying lesson." Narcissa laughed, and Cordelia groaned.

"Do not remind me. It's still one of the worst days of my life." Cordelia sighed.

"Because you had to actually fly? Or because you puked all over the broom, you were on?" Narcissa grinned playfully.

"Cissa!" Cordelia exclaimed, and both women laughed heartily. Narcissa sighed as she gazed at her friend. Sure, Narcissa had laid out plans to bag Harry a Coven that would benefit him both now and in the future. And it already bore fruit with the removal of Snape and her installment within Hogwarts. But this was different. Oh, she knew the plan she had for her.

She had yet to explain it, but it was there. But beyond that, if she was being brutally honest, Cordelia had little to offer. She was a talent in Herbology but average in most other things. Her skill in politics wasn't anything to mention, for there was none. Besides the access she afforded the Coven and Harry to the Parkinson's minor Fortune as well as access to Lord Parkinson himself, Cordelia was not a high-profile member.

Did that matter? Not in the slightest, for once, there was little to gain from one of Harry's new loves. Instead, this was something she was gifted with, which helped her achieve a sense of self-confidence.

However, Narcissa was much more interested in something else. As Cordelia explained her night with Harry, she became more and more keenly aware of an interesting detail. The overwhelming lust that should've been present was absent. In actuality, her retelling of events felt more... fanciful.

There was only one conclusion that Narcissa could make, and that was that Harry had deviated from the plan. He hadn't used the potion, for what reason she couldn't think of. She suspected that perhaps Pomfrey had a hand in it. Her distaste for the potion wasn't a secret, but regardless, Harry had come and swept Cordelia off her feet.

It was incredible, to say the least, and quite attractive. But more on that later. For now, she needed to explain the details of being with Harry.

"Well, I'm glad; it's good to know that my Boyfriend has pleased you so well. I expect having you around will be quite enjoyable." Narcissa said, and Cordelia's eyes widened.

"Wait... you mean?..." Cordelia asked her question, hanging in the air. Narcissa smiled and nodded.

"You didn't think I'd give you a taste of paradise and then rip it away. You're my best friend, and I would never do that to you. But there is something you should know... about the relationship I have with Harry."

"You mean the Coven?" Cordelia asked, and Narcissa balked.

"He told you!?" Narcissa exclaimed.

"Well, yes, at the end, when I was falling asleep, we had a little conversation before he had to return to the castle. He told me about it, McGonagall, Pomfrey, the Tonks girl. Though he did mention something, you would ask me." Cordelia said, and Narcissa shook her head in bemusement

"Yes, right. I was looking forward to giving you yet another shocking revelation, but my Love beat me to it. Yes, I am helping to form a Coven around Harry. He's not just famous; he will have enemies. And I think you know that well because, like with me, you are chained to one of the people who would like nothing more than to see Harry harmed, even killed." Narcissa said, and Cordelia's gaze became subdued, and she looked down.

"There is a reason I offered you a place here, more than just being my friend and more than just deserving love. I know about the contract between my son and your daughter." Narcissa said, and Cordelia met her gaze guiltily.

"I was going to tell you, but Hendrik forbade it," Cordelia said, her more subdued side rearing its head as she shrunk into herself. Narcissa rose from her seat and took the one closer to her friend. Taking Cordelia's hands into her own, she kissed them.

"Cory, you and I know what being shackled to lesser men is like. And now you know, as well as I, how much more valuable a true man can be. Even if, at the moment, he is just a boy. But he will grow, and I want to keep him safe and happy. He's grown very close to Pansy and is beside himself, thinking of her being chained to something like this." Narcissa explained, and Cordelia let out a shuttering breath.

"I'm... I'm not as strong as you, Cissa. I-I can't..." Cordelia said, and Narcissa could feel her friend's hands shake at the thought of defying her Husband. Narcissa understood her fear all too well, Lucius never had any love for her, and while he would slap her on occasion, it was nothing compared to what Hendrick Parkinson inflicted on Cordelia when she displeased him.

The nights she would cradle her friend and mend her bruises with salves and potions. Narcissa abhorred them; plucking her best friend from that life and pushing her into Harry's arms was not the only thing she could do.

"Cory, I'm not asking you to be a fighter. You're not a fighter; I know that; you don't want to hurt anyone. So trust me, I will take care of it. I just need you to get me into the Manor. On Christmas day, Hendrick will be locked up in his study. This is the perfect time."

"I... I can't, Cissa!" Cordelia said, but Narcissa held her firmly.

"You don't have to. You just need to unlock the door for me, and I'll take care of everything." Narcissa assured her, "But you have to trust me."

As it stood, Narcissa wasn't the only one having such rousing discussions. Just not so understanding, you see, Dumbledore was away from the castle. A rare occasion, even during the holidays. Many things plagued his mind, and this was something that needed to be confronted. Snape had thrown a rather significant problem his way.

Snape had proved invaluable to Dumbledore's plans, especially during the war, after turning spy for him against Voldemort and feeding crucial intel for his old order. Of course, there was the Prophecy to consider, but Snape blundered significantly.

Dumbledore was no fool; he knew fully that Snape's teaching ability was unsatisfactory. He had dodged and avoided the demands for his removal. But it was ripped from his control suddenly, by Minerva no less. Someone who only weeks ago hung off his every word.

If only she understood that Snape needed to be at Hogwarts. His value to the Dark Lord would diminish if he wasn't. Not to mention that Snape was his confidant. He was one of the few people who knew the contents of the Prophecy, which also made him a possible liability. Keeping him at Hogwarts also meant that Dumbledore could keep an eye on him.

But alas, there was nothing for it now; Snape had been removed, and in his place, the wife of a Deatheater now sat. Narcissa Malfoy was the worst possibility imaginable to take his place. Not only was she a Pureblood member of House Black, but she was also related to the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Or the fact that she was the Malfoy Matriarch, married to Lucius Malfoy. The man was a scheming Dark Wizard with the very Minister in his pocket. Not to mention his crowd of Pureblood extremists who kept pushing legislation against anyone they deemed lesser.

It was all Dumbledore could do to keep some semblance of control over the whole thing. His position as Chief Warlock saw to that. Still, with Harry Potter beginning Hogwarts, he needed more attention here, especially since he had no reliable spy anymore.

Harry Potter was another primary concern. He still couldn't wrap his head around it, Slytherin of all places. And now overseen by Narcissa Malfoy, who had snatched the Head of House position. Bad influences and Darkness surrounded him. At first, he thought he could keep a lookout for him, but with Snape now gone and Narcissa overseeing not only one of his classes but also the Slytherin house as a whole.

And what's worse, she was fantastic; she was fair in punishment for the Slytherin house and showed no favoritism. Her classes were also excellent; he would already hear the buzz of students discovering a newfound fondness for potions. Even Seamus Finegan, who had become a notorious student for blowing up his cauldron every other class, had shown remarkable improvement.

Neville Longbottom was also thriving; it would appear that without Snape hovering over the poor boy, he found a knack for potions. Nothing groundbreaking, but his talent in Herbology translated rather well to the study of Potions.

It was downright infuriating; Narcissa proved to be an incredible addition as Professor. Any chance of possibly weaseling Snape back to Hogwarts or even getting her replaced slipped from his fingers. He would have to suffer the wife of a Deatheater in his school, but more than that, an uncontrollable factor.

It was no secret that many Pureblood extremists disliked that he had no professors from Ancient or Noble houses on staff at Hogwarts. Sure, he had a few Purebloods, such as Aurora, Septima, and Pomfrey. But none of them held any power in the Wizangamot, and more to the point, none of them held any ties to the families of the Wizingamot. In other words, he had no outside forces that he could not control or influence.

Or at least that is how it was. Once again, he thought of McGonagall and her abrupt change. It wasn't just her role in removing Snape that he could at least fathom and understand. But it was everything else; he needed to know who this lover of hers was. Whoever he was, he was obviously influencing her decisions and not in the way Dumbledore would've liked.

But as it stood, he had no options to pursue that venue, at least not at the moment. For now, all he could do was sit and listen to Snape, or at least pretend to.

"There have been no stirring in the Dark faction that I can note. It would appear that none of them were privy to the infiltration of the Goblin Vault or what was happening at Hogwarts." Snape said, bustling in a small potion shop in Knockturn Alley, despite his reputation as a teacher being shredded by being sacked. His skill as a Potions Master was as of yet unequaled.

"I thought not, Tom is biding his time. He is a shade, formless, and does not have the power to call back his army."

"You are certain it is Quirrell?" Snape asked though the answer was obvious.

"Of course, after his failed attempt on Halloween, I have noticed he has made no further moves. Severus, you will bolster your relations within the Dark Faction again. Cement yourself as a valuable asset; perhaps providing potions for them under the table will suffice," Dumbledore said.

Snape sneered and scoffed, "Of course it will; any advantage they can gleam is enough to earn their trust." his tone was offhanded and arrogant as ever. Dumbledore simply sighed, not having the patience to deal with Snape. So, instead, he left the man to go to his small shop and brew.

Back at Hogwarts, the atmosphere was not so somber or tense. Harry smiled brightly, sitting in the Room of Requirement with Poppy and Minerva. The room had taken on a warm, cozy design, much like Minerva's home.

The space featured warm hardwood floors, sturdy stone brick walls, and a large fireplace. Around the room were Christmas and Yule decorations alike. Harry sat on a plush sofa, Minerva on his left, wearing her fluffy and tasteful robe. Poppy was kneeling on the ground sorting gifts; it was a surreal experience for Harry. His Christmas experience thus far had been a cramped Cupboard and a mountain of wrapped gifts for Dudley that rivaled his birthday presents at times.

But not so now. Instead, he had two beautiful women here, sharing stories about their holiday experiences in the castle. Poppy simply made Harry a stack of gifts that Harry was still having trouble believing were honestly all for him. Mind you, it wasn't some mountainous pile, but when you grew up accustomed to never receiving presents during the holidays, receiving even one felt like a dream.

"Oh, I remember my first Yule celebration at the castle. In my first year, we hadn't yet incorporated Christmas traditions into the school. However, some traditions of Yule are practiced at Christmas, such as the decoration of trees. My Charms Professor at the time she was an avid celebratory spirit, Conjuring a tree right in the middle of the great hall, big enough to touch the ceiling and decorated with the most fantastic lights and colors." Minerva spoke, a wistful tone clear in her voice.

"Mine involved Peeves, with him somehow getting local deer from the forests and dressing them up like Caribou. Stuck some bells on their antlers and let them stampede through the school." Poppy said, an amused smile playing on her lips.

She finished sorting, Poppy and Minerva only had sparse gifts, but that was normal; Minerva didn't have some big extended family mailing her packages for the holidays. And the same could be said for Poppy. But Harry had a fair bit to his stack.

"I really received all of this?" Harry asked, his eyes wide as he picked up the first parcel, wrapped in blue and slightly long.

"You did. You've made some wonderful friends," Minerva said, gently running her fingers through her young lover's hair. Poppy sat on his other side, affectionately rubbing his knee.

"Go on, open them up." Poppy encouraged him, and Harry happily did so.

The first package was from Daphne. Opening it, he slid the top off of the box hidden within to reveal velvet inside, with a wristband resting within. It was made of leather, featuring a thick band at the center and a smaller, braided band on the sides. On top of the thick band was a thinner band decorated with silver clasps engraved with something like runes, and at the center was an oval-shaped emerald, polished smooth with a unique starburst pattern inside.

With the gift came a small note that read :

Dearest Harry, I hope the holidays are going well for you. I hope to spend them with you next year. If you can, you're welcome to join me and my family. I didn't know what to get you, but I decided to do something practical and stylish. It's an enchanted band that ensures you always have the perfect temperature to feel comfortable. It's not much, but I hope you like it.

With Fondness, your friend, Daphne Greengrass.

Harry smiled and eagerly clasped the band on his left wrist; the effect was instant. The room's warmth diminished, and Harry's breath felt cooler, yet he still felt warmth around him.

The next was from Padma; she had sent him a wonderful gift: a wrist wand holster. As Minerva explained, it would keep his wand in an extended pocket that, on the outside, looked no more than a nub but would keep it secured outside. It was meant to be fastened to his wrist, so he did so on his free one. Padma, of course, had a note for him as well.

Dearest Harry, I cannot express how much I've enjoyed our time together. I feel pretty silly just thinking about how much I think of you. I hope you find this gift acceptable. I couldn't think of the right thing to give you, so I got something that you could use every day. I also have one other gift. There is a false bottom on the package; do not remove it until you're alone. It's the other thing I just... wanted you to have.

Love, your dear friend, Padma Patil.

Harry smiled, and his curiosity won out. Minerva and Poppy were people he could trust no matter what, anyway. So he tugged on the bottom and lifted it slightly. His eyes went wide, and he could feel a stirring in his groin at what Padma had sent him in secret.

A pair of blue knickers, and even where he was holding it, he could smell the floral, cinnamon scent that was so Padma wafting off it.

"Oh, by Morgana, I could've never done such a thing in my first year," Minerva said, amused, shaking her head with a smile.

"Well, in your first year, you didn't have Harry; he has that effect," Poppy said. "Though I would never think it would be Padma, she always struck me as a more reserved girl than this."

"Well, Harry did give her a bit of an... shall we say taste?" Minerva said, tilting her tone teasingly, as Harry just smiled sheepishly.

"It just kind of happened," Harry said as the two mature women smiled at him and caressed his hair.

The next gift was from Blaise. A square-wrapped parcel that was plush. Opening it revealed a rather long dress coat. It has a stylish suit appearance, but it is mixed with a flared collar, hood, and coat ends that would fall to Harry's knees, at least. It was black, with textile flame designs on the turned-up front flaps.

Dear Harry, As you know, my mother is quite the party bug. Once she heard about my closeness with you, she insisted I give you a fitting gift and extend an invitation to one of her Grand Balls at your earliest convenience. As your friend, I will say you don't have to at all. This is a specially made coat that my mother helped me purchase. "No expense spared, for a hero," as she put it.

However, I would be delighted if you would accept this gift. It is an Acromantula silk dress robe, perfect for any formal occasion. It is also lightly enchanted to grow and warp in size and shape to fit you. Much like the ones I own do, so you will never grow out of it.

Happy Christmas, your friend, Blaise Zambini.

The next gift was from Tracey; she sent a simple beginner's potion set. Something that Harry greatly appreciated since, with Narcissa teaching potions, he found his interest in them reignited and would be delighted to brew on his own time. The note he received was much simpler than the others, good wishes and Happy Holidays.

The last gift from his friends was from Hermione; it would seem Pansy had not sent him a gift. But knowing her home life, or at least the idea, he was able to gleam. He knew that she most likely couldn't send one.

In any case, he opened Hermione's gift and laughed. It was, of course, a set of books. Looking through them, he saw two. One was about the Wizingamot and the ancient and noble houses' basic political structure and history. The second book was a sibling to the first, but it was instead a more in-depth view of the family trees and the history of certain families, including his own.

Dear Harry, Happy Christmas. I hope you are well. I was curious when I learned about the Noble Houses of Britain and wanted to learn more. It truly is fascinating, and when I saw that section pertaining to your family, I knew I had to give you these. I know it's not much, just some second-hand accounts and a few first-hand accounts, but I thought you would like to know a bit more about your family.

You are one of the first real friends I have, and because of you, I have more. You also saved my life! To think that you grew up without knowing about your family, your parents, makes me sad. I wish I could give you more, help you. But I can promise you that I will be your truest friend. You've already changed my life so much in the few months we've known each other. I think you are a fantastic Wizard, Harry, I'm glad I met you, and I can't wait to have all sorts of adventures with you.

But perhaps the next one we can keep our clothes on? Please?

From, your friend, Hermione.

It was wonderful. He didn't have a mountain of gifts like Dudley so often got, yet the gifts he did receive felt like they were made of pure gold. His broad smile didn't leave his face as he picked up his next gift: A box tied with ribbon.

"This one is from all of us. You see, we know that Narcissa has quite a monopoly on photos for you. So we thought it only fair to balance the scales, as it were." Poppy said, and Harry undid the bow and eagerly opened the box.

If his groin stirred before, it jumped a bit now. In the box was an assortment of photos just like the ones Narcissa had taken for him when they first began dating. Only now, there were images of Minerva, Poppy, and Nymphadora. All of them were in varying states of undress or kinky outfits.

Harry glanced at Minerva and Poppy. While Poppy smiled sultrily at him, Minerva looked a little flushed.

"Well, I got the idea after that night when we first discovered the room. You had all those photos on the walls, so I thought it would be nice to expand your collection." Minerva said, and Harry leaned up lovingly, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I love it!" Harry said his adoration and desire clear as he flipped through the photos. Poppy had so many naughty nurse or doctor ones. Minerva had more teasing, regal poses, and dresses that left little to the imagination. And Nymphadora put her Metamorph powers on full display. With images of her at his age, older and mature like Minne, sort of bimbo-like with exaggerated breasts and bum, and many more.

"Well, I'd like a kiss as well," Poppy playfully whined, and Harry was more than happy to give it to her.

"When Narcissa and Tonks have a better chance, we'll have a proper Christmas day with all of us," Minerva said, and Harry nodded, looking down and seeing one last parcel.

"This one?" Harry asked, picking it up.

"Oh, that is... wait, Minerva, is this one yours?" Poppy asked, not recognizing it.

"No, did you grab an extra from the common room by mistake?" Minerva asked. She shook her head and looked at the parcel; it had Harry's name on it. She had simply grabbed all the gifts with his name on them from the Slytherin Common room and brought them here.

Harry turned the gift a few times before opening it, seeing it was a large dark cloak of some kind, with an interesting black-on-black pattering that he couldn't quite make out. "It's a cloak?" Harry wondered, standing as he threw it around his shoulders, and when he did, both Minerva and Poppy gasped, standing.

When Harry put the cloak on, his body had vanished, leaving only his head visible.

"An Invisibility cloak? From who?" Poppy asked, going to Harry. Minerva fumbled with the package to find a note with no name.

"Your Father left this in my possession before he passed; use it well." Minerva read out, flipping the note. "No name or signature."

"His Father, James? He had an Invisibility cloak? Wait, if that's the case, then why does it still work? They fade after a few years." Poppy said.

"This was my dad's?" Harry asked, and Minerva approached him.

"Well, I certainly never knew about James having such a thing. But given his history, it makes sense."

"History?" Harry asked.

"Your Father and his friends were especially mischievous; I often wondered how they pulled off many pranks about the castle. This explains a good deal." Minerva answered before she realized something, and her eyes widened.

"Dumbledore," She said.

"What about Dumbledore?" Poppy asked.

"It must be Dumbledore; no one else James would just give such a thing to. Not to mention, it might not have been given to him. He also possessed Harry's vault key." Minerva surmised, and Poppy went about checking the cloak.

"I don't... sense anything," Poppy said.

"That's some good news, at least."

"No, I don't sense anything, not the cloak or Harry. It's like the cloak and anything it covers is not even there," Poppy explained.

"That's impossible; even with how incredible they are, you can still detect an invisibility cloak," Minerva said, waving her wand, but her confusion grew. "You're right."

"Um, what does this mean?" Harry asked, taking the cloak off. "Should I put it back?" Minerva and Popp looked at each other, having a silent conversation for just a few moments before Minerva shook her head.

"No, Harry, this rightfully belongs to you if it did belong to your Father. I don't know why Dumbledore returned it now, but it's better in your hands."

"Just be careful with it, and please don't lose it," Poppy said firmly. While Minerva and Poppy are still wondering and trying to understand Dumbledore's play, they and Harry return to a more festive atmosphere. As Poppy and Minerva regaled him with more tales of their holidays in their youth.

And Narcissa was reminiscing as well, though for a completely different reason. As she stepped through the Floo fireplace within the Parkinson Manner. However, as she looked around and took more careful notice, there were hints, though barely, of the original owners. The Greengrass family in their current residence had quite the natural architectural motive. And upon closer and knowing inspection, Narcissa could see the remnants of that motive in the architecture of this manner.

The creeping vines carved into the pillars and baseboards, though faded. It was rather incredible to think that Hendrik Parkinson was far more cunning than Narcissa gave credit for. To steal the Greengrass Ancestral home and not let that information leak so it doesn't get unwanted attention. It was brilliant, unfortunately, but by the end of this day, the Greengrass Family will have their home returned.

And what's more, both Pansy and Daphne will be freed of their chains. Pansy from her betrothal to Draco, and Daphne from the threat of being a Concubine. Narcissa turned, waiting for Cordelia to step through, and when she did, her friend's eyes darted around as if expecting a sudden strike as soon as she stepped through.

"Narcissa... I'm not sure about this." Cordelia said, wringing her own hands in her nervousness as her eyes darted around the room defensively.

"There is nothing for you to fear," Narcissa assured Cordelia as they walked. "You're husband is here, correct?"

"Yes, on Christmas day, he does most of his business from his home office," Cordelia said as she followed close behind Narcissa. That was when a pop was heard, and in a swirl of motion, a house elf appeared before the pair, making Cordelia jump in her skin.

"Mi lady home at last, an'... Lady Narcissa! Oh, di house nah ready fi such a fine guest dis day!!" It was a house elf with quite the dark tone of skin that Narcissa had not seen before, at least not on any house elf she'd come across.

"Babi, the Master... Hendrik, he's in his study, correct?" Cordelia asked. The House Elf nodded, though her eyes and body language looked tense and worried.

"Yes, mi lady, but he really vex right now, di young miss is in dere wid him now," Babi said and looked behind her up the flight of main stairs that no doubt led to Lord Parkinson's study.

"Pansy? What!? Why!?" Cordelia said, stepping forward, her worry about confronting Hendrik all but gone as she became very concerned with why her daughter was alone with her Father.

"Mi nuh know! Di young Missus want fi chat wid him, but now all mi a hear a shoutin'." Babi said hurriedly, and that was all Cordelia needed to hear as, with a racing heart, she grabbed her robe and skirt and rushed with quick steps towards Parkinson's Office.

"Cory! Wait!" Narcissa yelled after her friend and quickly followed her. Up the velvet stairs they climbed, and Cordelia rushed down the hall, passing room after room. Her direction focused on the large oak door that sat at the end of the east wing.

As the pair drew closer, they heard exactly what Babi had described. Muffled loud voices, or at least one, and it was unmistakable Parkinson's. Gruff, like coarse sand and deep. The other was not as loud and distinctly young and female.

Despite Narcissa's pleas to wait, Cordelia all but barged into the door, and her eyes widened, as did Narcissa's, when the pair took in the scene before them.

There was lord Parkinson, black hair slicked back, dark eyes set in a rather conniving face. He had a curled mustache paired with a strip of hair upon his chin and well-trimmed sideburns. His choice of clothes reflected the man perfectly, with Dark tones seen throughout but with golden woven overlays. This was a man who put a great emphasis on appearance and presence.

And in his hand, a cane, sleek, rich wood, inlaid with gold and silver with jewels embedded along the length. And at the moment, he had it over his head, prepared to swing it.

On the floor was Pansy, dressed in a night going that hung loose on her frame, her hair just as loose. She was there side-sitting and clutching her thigh, her face contorted in pain.

"Pansy!" Cordelia shouted and rushed to her daughter's side but was stopped as Parkinson brought his cane down on Cordelia's outstretched hand. Making her rear back in pain as she clutched her hand but still fell next to her daughter.

"What are you doing, Woman!" Parkinson said, his tone leaving no mistake of his seething mood at the moment. He raised his cane again, but before he could, Narcissa sprung into action.

"Expelliarmus!" She cast her wand in her hand in a flash as a bolt of twisting red energy flew from it and wrenched the bejeweled cane from the Lord's hand.

"Wha- Narcissa! Get out! This is my Business!" Parkinson said, and Narcissa kept her wand trained on him.

"I think not, not when you are hurting my friend and her daughter!"

"My wife and my spawn! Get out! And perhaps I won't tell Lucius about your transgressions!" The Lord said, clearly expecting Narcissa to back down as he had become so accustomed to Cordelia doing.

"Not in this lifetime, Imperio!" Narcissa cast the sickly yellow Magic flying right at Parkinson before he could reach for his own wand, and his head flew back as it struck. When it snapped back, his eyes were dull and cloudy.

Narcissa grinned and turned her attention to Cordelia and Pansy. Quickly going to her side, she kept her focus on her curse but checked on her friend for now.

"Cordelia?" Narcissa asked, taking her hand and seeing a red welt already forming.

"It's nothing, Pansy. Let me see." Cordelia says as Pansy sniffles as Cordelia raises the hem of her Nightgown to show several more red welts along the back side of her thighs. "Oh, Baby." She said and got out her wand and began to cast some minor healing magics on her daughter. "What were you thinking?"

At the question, Pansy broke, her sniffling turning into frame-shaking sobs.

"I-I was J-just trying to do t-the right t-thing!" She said, her voice strained and hoarse. She had been screaming for some time. Narcissa turned, looking at the controlled Parkinson again, and stood.

"What did you do!?" She snarled at the man, whose eye twitched at the question.

"Discipline!" He said monotone, just like Lucius had been, but with a noticeable bit more bite in his tone.

"Why?" Narcissa prodded further.

"The girl spoke against her purpose! Making friends with Mudbloods and Blood traitors! She needed a lesson in her place!" Parkinson spoke still monotone, but his eyes kept twitching, and Narcissa could feel far more of a fight with her than when she cast this spell with Lucius.

Oh, how Narcissa wanted to curse him to the seven hells and back. And it would be easy to, but hearing the sniffling behind her and the worried voice of Cordelia comforting Pansy. She held her rage tight and instead focused on her goal. This might not be the way she wanted to go about it, but it was how it was going to go.

"You have a contract drawn up between my son and your daughter. Has it been signed by Lucius yet?" Narcissa asked.

"No, I was going to call Lucius here to complete the signing today," Parkinson said.

"And the contract you have with Daphne Greengrass, where is it," Narcissa demanded, and this time, Parkinson's head twitched as if someone had hit his head.

Yes, Lord Parkinson had far more fight in him than Lucius had, and Narcissa was feeling it as she poured her will to crush his own.

"H-hidden!" He ground out his voice tense and tight as his head writhed, almost as if he was in pain and fighting against it.

"Hidden where!?" Narcissa probed further.

"No!" Parkinson suddenly yelled, and Narcissa reeled back at the backlash from her spell being broken. That gave Lord Parkinson just enough time to draw his wand, and before Narcissa could counter, she was sent sailing out the window.

She was quick enough to cushion her landing with a spell but still was sent rolling quite violently until her tumble was stopped when she hit the fountain in the back gardens.

"Cissa!" Cordelia screamed but was suddenly struck with a spell and sent flying back into the wall and slumped down unconscious. Pansy screamed and ran to her mother and looked fearfully at her enraged Father.

"I'll deal with your mother later; you will stay here until I return," He said. Pansy's lip quivered, and Parkinson suddenly struck her with the back of his hand.

"Understand!"

"Y-yes!" Pansy stuttered out; with that, Lord Parkinson went to the window and jumped out. His descent slowed with Magic as he entered the once-famed gardens of the Greengrass estate. Now, it is nothing but a husk with empty, dusty dirt plots and barely maintained marble walkways.

The fountain that Narcissa took hold of to get herself righted as she found the breath that was knocked from her was dirty, with fallen leaves in the bowl, and the once proud crest of the Greengrass Family was overtaken with weeded vines that crept along the whole of the fountain.

Narcissa had never seen the rear gardens; in fact, no one had. While the Gardens of the Greengrass Family had been infamous, no one outside of the family had seen them. Parkinson went to great lengths to keep it that way. This was his house now, his Manor, his grounds. No one stepped foot into this place.

Any and all parties he may have held stayed inside the Manor. And now Narcissa knew why; all it would take would be for someone to walk outside and around the grounds to see the hints of the Greengrass family's past presence.

"You come to my home, use my wife to sneak in, and what's worse, interfere in my affairs?" Lord Parkinson said while slowly stalking towards the recovering Narcissa.

"You will tell me how you learned about my contract with the Greengrass girl." He growled out, leveling his wand at the woman. She hissed as she stood and quickly brought her wand up and shot a spell at Parkinson as he deftly weaved aside.

"Fine then." He said and sent a trio of bludgeoning spells at Narcissa. One she managed to block, the second she ducked under, but the third hit her hip and sent her spinning to the ground again. The spell felt like she had been hit by a solid stone.

Parkinson whipped his wand aside, and from it, a thin wisp of flame erupted, spinning in a thin line. With practiced precision, he wrenched the wand forward, the whip of finely controlled flame following his motion. Narcissa barely had time to slam her hand on the earth in front of her, making a crude marble wall from the walkway to block it.

The fire whip snapped against the wall, leaving a deep scorched gouge and a shower of bright yellow sparks. Quickly getting to her feet, Narcissa kept her back against the wall and began to swirl her wand. A small dust devil formed in front of her before she suddenly snapped her wand up, and the dust devil turned into a mini cyclone.

It wasn't powerful and mainly just a distraction to allow her to get out of her cover and get some distance and out of range of Parkinson's flame whip. As she turned on her heel, Parkinson used his whip to slice right through the cyclone.

"Cute, but dear Narcissa, but between your sisters, you were never the duelist, were you!?" He teasingly said as he began to swirl his wand just like she had. Only his dust devil had a few sparks at the base, and when it turned into a cyclone, it also ignited in a pillar of swirling flame.

As much as Narcissa hated to say it, she was out of her league. This was Hendrik Parkinson. He may not have had an enormous fortune like Lucius had, but his trade-off was his skill in the dueling ring. He was one of Voldemort's best Deatheaters and chief arsonist whenever the Dark Lord needed someone to burn down a home or a village.

But still, she couldn't run; he'd go to Lucius if she did. And then he'd quickly figure out that the man had been Imperious just like she had tried with him. Narcissa was a cunning, calculated, and incredible Potions Mistress. But while she might be able to hold her own in a fight, she was not a trained duelist. That was Bellatrix! Not her, and it was showing right now.

But even still, she wouldn't run! With a flair of her wand, she summoned a large orb of water and sent it barrelling toward the flaming cyclone coming her way. The clash of the two spells caused an angry hiss and a sudden burst of steam.

The steam made Narcissa cover her eyes for just a moment, but as she opened them, she saw a bird, wreathed in flame with bright golden eyes, screeching towards her. Narcissa slashed upwards, sending a cutting curse towards it, but it just went right through it. She managed to get a shield up just in time to take the hit.

Pouring all her power to block it, the firebird crashed into her shield, and its wings enveloped her in a swirl of flames. She could feel the intense heat even through her shield, and she focused hard, keeping it up. When the fire dissipated, and she swept her wand, flicking the remaining flames away, her eyes went wide when her vision was engulfed with a few other fiery spells sailing towards her.

She ducked just in time, but several more were flying her way, and she had no choice but to run. Her heels clicked loudly, and she quickly adjusted her robe to allow for better movement.

Lord Parkinson was there, a half ring of flaming orbs above him, and with every flick of his wand, an orb would fly at Narcissa. When the orbs landed, it resulted in a large splash of heat and flame.

Narcissa swiped her wand in front of her, creating a sudden gust of cold and a line of frost on the ground. She then flicked it up, forming a wall of thick ice that the fire orbs hit and splashed against. With this moment of reprieve, she looked around her and saw several stones. With a swish and flick, she levitated a few dozen of the stones of various sizes, none bigger than a ball, though.

Then, with another flick, they chipped away, becoming sharper and pointed. She then sent them careening towards Parkinson as a hail of stone bullets. Hendrik looked and smirked arrogantly. He clicked his heels together, and it was like he suddenly began skating on the ground like one would skate on ice.

His movement was swift and precise, skating across the ground in such a way that he weaved past Narcissa's relatively simple counterattack.

"Quite disappointing Narcissa." Parkinson taunted, then, with a flick of his wand, he sent a spiraling flame spell right at Narcissa's ice wall. The impact was fiery and explosive, cracking and shattering the ice wall as it sent sparks and ice shards flying. It also sent Narcissa reeling as she once again tumbled on the ground from the force of the spell.

She hissed; she felt bruised and scrapped as her knees, shins, and elbows stung from being scraped on the ground. She shook her head from the ringing in her ears and looked up to see Parkinson with his wand leveled at her face.

"Attacking me unprovoked, oh, I am going to have a field day with Lucius after this." He said, a spark of flame igniting on the tip of his wand, "He better be fine with some... damaged goods." He said as the flames swelled, ready to fire.

Only for a small blast of fire to suddenly hit Parkinson in the arm. It was not doing any real harm, only singeing his sleeve, making him pat it out. Both Narcissa and Hendrik whirled to see Pansy Parkinson, her wand raised. She was still dressed in her Nightgown and shaking as if she was a leaf in the wind. Her face set in a mix of determination and pure terror as clear tear streaks stained her cheeks.

"You, petulant, stupid, little stain on my name!" Lord Parkinson roared his wand, whipping up to aim at his own daughter. Fury was etched on his face, and Narcissa took this opportunity. With a quick motion, she cast her spell.

"Imperio!" She yelled, and just like before, Parkinson was hit with the spell and went momentarily dull and lifeless. But that is all she needed as Narcissa used her Magic to levitate one of the bigger chunks of ice from her wall and smash it into the side of Lord Parkinson's head.

The blow was enough to make the man go limp, drop his wand, and fall to the ground unconscious. Narcissa looked back towards Pansy and saw the girl still gripping her wand and aiming it at her Father. Her breath came in quick and shallow. Narcissa quickly stood, ignoring the aches in her body, and rushed to the girl to embrace her.

"Pansy, it's alright, you did so good!" She said soothingly as the girl trembled in her arms. Then she began to cry, clutching at Narcissa, this girl who Narcissa had only ever seen as an arrogant brat who acted like her Father, sobbing openly and freely.

"Thank you," Narcissa whispered into the girl's ears as she cried, and she looked behind her at Parkinson. After getting Pansy to calm down enough, she levitated the unconscious man. She led Pansy back inside, though Narcissa had a noticeable limp.

"I-I was trying to do the right thing," Pansy mumbled as they walked.

"And you did, you did marvelously!" Narcissa reassured her, though, from the conflicted look Pansy had, it was clear that she was scared out of her mind. That was natural; she could only imagine the terror Hendrik inflicted upon her whenever she spoke out of turn.

No doubt, the situation that led to what Narcissa and Cordelia walked in on was from Pansy trying to stand up to her Father about Daphne and even herself. And now she's attacked her Father, and Pansy had no idea what would come next.

"Pansy, look at me," Narcissa said, kneeling down to the girl's height once again, ignoring the pain and ache in her body to do so. "You did the right thing, and that can be scary sometimes, but it is always worth it to do it. Sometimes, doing the right thing can hurt, but even then, you should still do it. You were courageous today, and so was your mother. She did the right thing by bringing me here. And you did the right thing by helping me. Never doubt that." She said, brushing Pansy's hair aside.

With that, Narcissa stood back up and looked back to Hendrik; yes, Pansy and Cordelia both did the right thing and played their part. Now, she needed to do her part.

Once back in the Manor, Narcissa climbed the stairs and back into the Office, where she found Cordelia already being tended to by Babi.

"Di master lick har hard, she a go need fi rest now." The dark-skinned Elf said and stood to go to Pansy and examine the welts along her legs. "Oh young miss, Babi a go get yuh di cream fi help yuh out," Babi said and snapped away and back in a matter of moments with cream in hand.

"C'mon, young miss, to di bed now," Babi said and took Pansy's hand, and after a comforting nod from Narcissa, she followed the Elf. When they were gone, Narcissa went to Cordelia and began to weave her wand, chanting a simple healing spell. It took a moment or two before Cordelia groaned and blearily blinked her eyes open.

"Pansy!" She suddenly shouted as her eyes went wide, and Narcissa placed a comforting and calming hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Calm down, Pansy is okay!" Narcissa said, and Cordelia looked at her, taking in her roughed-up appearance.

"Cissa, what happened!?"

"Plan went awry, but it's over now." She said, gesturing to the unconscious Hendrik Parkinson on the desk that Narcissa set him down on.

"How... How did you?" Cordelia asked, astonished, and Narcissa shook her head.

"If not for your daughter, I wouldn't have; you have a wonderful girl there, Cory," Narcissa said and walked over to Hendrik. "But we have to deal with this now."

"What are you going to do?" Cordelia asked as she stood on shaky legs and walked over.

"I planned to use the Imperious curse to subdue him, but with his resistance to it, that's not feasible anymore. The best option is to alter his mind deeply and find the information I need." Narcissa said, and Cordelia looked at her friend and then at her Husband. She held no love for Hendrik, but this was dangerous.

"But, can you do that? To alter his mind, you need to be a master Legillimens. At least if you don't want to leave him a drooling mindless mess." Cordelia said.

"Perhaps I will; it be the best way to keep our secret, find our information, and keep him from being a threat."

"But Hendrik has contacts, friends even. When he fails to answer summons and letters or attend meetings and social gatherings, then they'll come looking for him!" Cordelia said. Narcissa knew she was right, but she wasn't a trained Legilimens, and she didn't have time to hire one or even find one she could trust.

Narcissa pinched her nose in frustration; this would've been much easier if he wasn't so damn resistant to the Imperious curse. It worked so well on Lucius. Cordelia placed a comforting hand on Narcissa's as she searched her own brain for ways to help. That's when she remembered something.

"What if... what if you used someone else's wand?" Cordelia asked, and Narcissa raised a brow.

"What do you mean?"

"Babi!" Cordelia called, and in a pop, the Elf appeared.

"Miiss's be callin' fi Babi?" The Elf asked, and Cordelia nodded.

"How is Pansy?" She asked first, and the Elf sighed.

"She bruk up pretty bad, but she a sleep now," Babi answered.

"Good, alright; I need you to go to Hendriks personal trophy room, grab one of the wands, and bring it back here." Babi nodded, and in a matter of seconds, she popped away, then back with a wand of twisted wood in her hand.

"Dis one work fi yuh, Miss?" Babi asked, and Cordelia nodded.

"Yes, it's perfect, thank you! Keep an eye on Pansy for me." Cordelia said, and Babi nodded and popped away.

"Here, we can't use our wands. They'll investigate them. They'll want his wand, so we should keep it to avoid suspicion. Use this wand, then destroy it! He always kept wands from Wizards and Witches he killed during his time with Voldemort." Cordelia said, and Narcissa smiled and took the wand.

"I knew you got placed in Slytherin for a reason. Plus, you saw him, right?" Narcissa asked, and Cordelia was confused.

"Who?"

"The Wizard who did this, we showed up at your Manor to find you're husband attacked and his mind broken," Narcissa said, twirling the disposable wand in her hand. Cordelia's eyes widened, and she nodded.

"Oh yes! It was terrifying! Even the elves saw it, but not who it was!" Cordelia said, quickly catching on to what Narcissa was planning. Narcissa smiled and aimed her wand at Hendriks's head.

"Exactly."