Chapter 4
Harry had never removed his clothes so fast in all of his life. He had to stop and calm himself for a moment. Closing his eyes, he remembered all of the Pensieve Memories that had been placed in his brain. He knew how to treat a woman. Now he just needed to use that knowledge in the real world. Seeing Narcissa's legs wide open while her slender fingers toyed with her throbbing clit was making his brain go a bit fuzzy. She looked incredibly sexy laying there wearing only the black choker with the silver Black family crest on the front.
Just being in his presence was doing incredible things to her body. She closed her legs and arched her back as a mini orgasm rolled through her. She could feel her taut lips begin to get slick with her honey. Slowly rubbing her thighs together, she shuddered while putting on a show for the boy. Suddenly remembering that she had a cock that was willing and ready, she opened her eyes and keeping her legs together, she lifted them up and wiggled her bottom. "Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asked, smirking at the level of horniness that he was projecting. She could clearly see that his boxers were tented. He swallowed hard and pushed them down his legs. As he stepped out of them, he showed himself to his new Mistress.
Narcissa gasped loudly at the sight of the hung beast that was sticking out from his waist. It was so long and thick that it couldn't even stick out straight. It was tilted downward from the sheer weight of it. She had never seen anything like it. She didn't think that any man could pack such a monster in his trousers. Clearly, she was wrong. Potter got onto the bed and took her smooth legs in hand.
Being a young teenage boy, she obviously thought that he would immediately shove it in, pump his hips a few times, and cum inside of her. Narcissa was very glad that she was proven wrong. Holding her legs in his grip, he placed soft kisses around her ankles and on her incredibly soft soles as his hands slid up and down, caressing her baby-soft skin. Wherever his fingertips traveled, it left a tingling sensation on her skin. When his fingertips brushed over her soaked nether lips, Narcissa's body jerked as she let out a cute squeal. Just that touch alone had her pussy convulsing while it tried to milk something that wasn't there. Suddenly, her legs were pried apart, and her new lover lowered his body and brushed his lips against hers. Narcissa closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath as his soft lips lightly brushed against her cheek, then her chin. By the time that they were near her lips, she couldn't take it anymore. Pulling his head down, she kissed him with more passion than she ever had with Lucius. Her lips were dancing wildly with his while she threaded her fingers through his hair. Not letting him up, she continued to kiss him, even allowing her tongue to slide into his mouth while her hips rolled, and she ground her burning-hot pussy against the raging beast that was his cock.
Knowing about sex was one thing, but having a wet and willing partner rub her damp pussy all over his cock was something that he truly loved. The Veela was right. Just knowing about sex and seduction doesn't mean anything without actual experience. It simply didn't tell the whole story. It didn't tell him how wondrous Narcissa's wet pussy would smell. It didn't describe the heat radiating from her gyrating body, and how good it would feel against him. It certainly didn't tell him about the unbelievably sexy sounds of lust that she was making while her pussy slid up and down against the underside of his throbbing erection. He was learning this stuff for the first time, and he loved every second of it. Even so, he tried very hard not to lose himself in it. He didn't want to act like a normal teenager. He was better than that. He was trained for a job, and he wanted to act like a professional and earn the Veela's respect for a job well done. So, as Narcissa smeared her wetness all over his groin and violated his mouth with her tongue, he closed his eyes and focused on his lessons, deciding what to do next.
Narcissa groaned as he forced himself from her mouth. Her disappointment was short-lived, however. His lips touched her graceful neck, and he began to gently suck on her delicate skin. Narcissa's body shuddered as she felt his tongue gently massage her while his lips suckled at her hot skin. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she placed her hands on his hips and slowly rolled her pussy against his hardness. She wanted to cover his cock in her wetness. She wanted every teenage skank in this school to smell the scent of her body all over him. When her arms were suddenly wrenched over her head, Narcissa let out a surprised squeal. Her eyes widened when his soft lips pressed against the never-before-touched skin of her underarms. The sensation was surprisingly erotic to her. It was ticklish with a strong hint of naughty pleasure. She was already begging by the time he switched to the other. Her pussy was throbbing so badly that she needed it … and she needed it now.
"Please, Harry!" she begged.
"Please, what?" he smirked into her sweet-smelling skin.
"I need you!" she gasped out when his teeth gently nipped at her skin as his lips kissed lower down her chest. As his lips neared her hard nipples, Narcissa could feel his warm breath washing over the small, crinkled nubs. Gathering all the strength that she could, she rolled him over and impaled herself on his massive cock.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she cried out with a high-pitched squeak. She wasn't ready for his size. It stretched her beyond what she had ever felt. His cock was more than twice the size that she was used to accommodating. Even so, her pussy was fluttering and massaging his cock while her taut body trembled from the pain and pleasure. She stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to get used to having a Basilisk inside of her. Harry's hands weren't idle. They started at her knees and crept all the way up her smooth and creamy thighs. Once they were on her hips, he gave them a demanding squeeze. The manliness of the action made her pussy tighten momentarily. His hands continued upward, over her sides and smooth belly until they squeezed her big breasts.
"Ohhh, yes!" she hissed sexily, arching her back and presenting her tits to her new Lord. She choked out a yelp of pain mixed with pleasure when he pinched her nipples and tugged them away from her body. Letting them snap back once he let them go, he held her by her sides and shook her body from side to side. Narcissa blushed at what he was doing. Still, she belonged to him while wearing the choker, and whatever he wanted, she was going to be there to give it to him. Shaking her upper half, she watched Harry's eyes lock onto her big tits that were jiggling wildly and swaying from side to side. Unable to stop himself, he lunged forward and took her nipple into his mouth. In fact, he was practically devouring her tit just as her body started to rock back and forth. The vibrations of his moan made the pleasure of having her nipple sucked on even better. Placing her hands on his pecs, she slowly rolled her hips in a circular pattern.
The hardness of his muscles was turning her on even more. A boy of his age shouldn't have muscles like steel cords. Either way, she wasn't going to complain. Not when her pussy was gripping him so tightly in desperate need of stimulation. Eventually, his hands landed on her hips, and with a soft tug, she was forced to start fucking herself on his cock.
After only a few shallow bounces, the pleasure was already too severe. Her body immediately began shaking as she collapsed forward. The noises coming from her mouth embarrassed her immensely as her body spasmed out of control. When he wrapped an arm around her waist, she thought that he was being romantic. She thought that he was holding her until she recovered from the raging pleasure that she was feeling. She couldn't have been more wrong. Instead, the brute began plowing into her like there was no tomorrow. Crying out from pleasure overload, she buried her face in his neck as his magnificent cock plunged deeper and deeper within her with every powerful thrust of his hips. Her body squirmed, but he was too strong. She couldn't escape his iron grip. The more he stuffed her, the louder and more pronounced the squelching and suction sound her pussy made. Hiding her embarrassed face against him, her hands gripped him tightly as she suffered through another mind-blowing orgasm.
"Harry … It's too much!" she begged as her pussy squeezed his cock. The mighty beast repeatedly beat on her cervix and stimulated her g-spot at the same time. Not only that but there was something else about him. His raw, sexual magnetism practically demanded that she cum on his cock. And cum she did … over and over again.
Eventually, things became a blur for the MILF. She opened her mouth to moan something out, only to find her face against the mattress while her ass was up in the air getting brutalized by his thrusting manhood. Out of nowhere, she was turned onto her back while her pussy squirted and her body thrashed. She watched as he hovered over her and aimed his cock. Spurts of his thick, white cream splattered all over her tits and belly. More and more kept erupting from the tip of his fat helmet. Next, her pretty, little pussy was absolutely caked with his cum. Once done, he sighed happily. "I'll contact you soon so you can take me to the property. I'll see you soon," Harry smiled at the look of pure, sexual bliss on her pretty face. The woman was completely out of it.
Throwing on his clothes, he quickly made it back to the dorm before anyone was any wiser.
The next day, Hermione was sticking close to him for some reason. Every time that she touched his bare skin, her body would shudder. Maybe the magic that his body was radiating was a bit more potent that day because he had spent the previous night fucking Narcissa into a coma. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to complain about it. In fact, most of the girls began squirming in his presence.
During Defense Against the Dark Arts, he kept his eye on Moody. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, other than the fact that he kept drinking from a flask. That was weird. Not the fact that he was drinking from a flask, but the fact that he only took a small sip roughly every twenty minutes. Once classes were done for the day, Harry wrote down his findings and used a school owl to send off his report. Of course, he used coded language so that no one would know what he was talking about. He didn't even use his name. Instead, he used a serial number that only their small group knew about.
Throughout the day, he also kept his eye on Draco. Like Narcissa had said, he looked very angry and prone to outbursts. Harry would have known that something was wrong without being told. Usually, he wasted no opportunity to rag on Harry and his friends. Now he barely even looked their way and only offered a sneer when he did.
Several of the other Slytherins looked a bit worse for wear this year. Harry had forgotten that the men that he had killed a few days ago were likely related to the kids in Slytherin. Both Crabbe and Goyle seemed a little downtrodden. At first, he started to feel bad for them, until he remembered that their fathers were pieces of shit who were attacking muggles for fun while wearing Death Eater robes. Everyone that he killed deserved it. Draco was fast on his way to being a piece of shit, just like his father, and whether Narcissa liked it or not, Harry would deal with the blonde boy if he crossed the line. When he heard him call a girl who was in his way a "Muggle whore", Harry knew that the boy probably wasn't going to calm down as his mother had hoped.
Harry would keep an eye on the situation.
Chapter 5
Harry grunted as he made his way down the small, musky-smelling tunnel. This was the first time since his procedure that he wished that he had his short stature returned. Constantly bending over was doing a number on his lower back. Even so, he proceeded.
Thanks to his upgraded body, he was able to make it to the exit in record time. He had received a message from Narcissa about meeting him in Hogsmeade. From there, she was to take him to the Black Cottage where he would open up the wards to her. Sneaking out after dark was easy enough with his Marauders' Map. He simply slipped out the front doors of the castle, and like the previous year, he took the passage underneath the Whomping Willow all the way to the Shrieking Shack. Once he reached the passage's end, he pushed open the wooden hatch and lifted himself out. Kicking the hatch closed again, he knocked the dust and dirt from his clothes. Not needing any light to see thanks to the DoM's operation, he easily found the front door and left the shack, bound for the Three Broomsticks. He wasn't going inside. There would be too much of a chance for him to get caught. Instead, Narcissa would be sitting inside by the front window waiting to spot him.
After a few minutes' walk, he arrived in front of the bar that was owned by the boys of Hogwarts's favorite busty barmaid. Seeing Narcissa sitting at her table daintily drinking a glass of wine, he stood in a position so that he could be easily spotted. Only a second later, she had seen him. Downing her wine, she stood up and left the establishment. Coming through the door, he saw that she had put on a cloak over her feminine-styled robes. Summer was over and it was beginning to grow cold, especially at night. He could see the small cloud that her warm breath created as she walked toward him. Suddenly at his side, she hooked her arm into his and led him down the street.
"Harry. Thank you for coming," she greeted him quietly, subtly looking around to make sure that they weren't spotted.
"It's not a problem. Shall we get going then?" he asked. Narcissa nodded and came to a halt. She concentrated for a second before Harry felt the crushing weight of Side-Along Apparation. When the sensation of being squeezed through a tight, rubber tube had dissipated, Harry found himself standing next to the sexy woman in an empty field somewhere that was quite windy. Immediately, his clothes were whipping violently in the wind. Narcissa had to grasp her cloak tightly so that it didn't fly off of her.
"Where are we?" Harry called out loudly so that he could be heard over the blowing wind.
"On the coast near Scarborough!" she called out over the wind. He could already see her shivering. Harry with his upgraded body wasn't as affected by the cold, howling wind as much as she was. She pulled him closer to share his body heat while she led him down a cobbled path that was lined on either side by very large trees. While he couldn't see or hear the ocean nearby, he could smell the salt in the air. He found it to be a pleasant smell. After a few minutes of walking, Narcissa suddenly stopped. "This is as far as I can go! You need to unlock the wards!" she called over the wind.
"How?" he called back. She pulled out a small, sharp-looking knife and handed it to him.
"At least seven drops of blood on that stone right there!" she told him, pointing to an ancient-looking stone on the ground next to the path. It was flat and weathered and appeared to be discolored. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to just go with it. He wanted out of this weather almost as much as Narcissa did. He could see that she was trying to shield her face from the harsh wind. Her pale cheeks were already pink from the cold.
He held the tip of the knife against his fingertip and made a puncture wound. He squeezed his finger until blood began pooling. Holding it over the stone, he watched as blood dripped over and over. He continued to let it drip until he felt a powerful, magical shiver go through his body.
"It's down! I felt it!" Narcissa cried out happily. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along the path. It was only another minute until they came upon a beautiful, stone cottage hidden amongst a garden. With his advanced eyes, he could tell that the garden had seen better days. That didn't matter now though. All he wanted was to get inside. Narcissa got the door open and pulled him in. She huffed and shivered once inside. She waved her wand and the lights ignited. Harry made a beeline for the fireplace and tossed some logs into it. Pointing his wand at it, it burst into flames, filling the area with warmth. Suddenly, Narcissa was at his side practically pushing him out of the way as she held her hands out and rubbed them together.
"A little chilly?" Harry asked, amused by her unladylike behavior.
"Shut it, Potter! I'm used to being treated better than this!" she shuddered as warmth washed over her. Harry chuckled and left her there to warm up. He looked around.
"Needs to be cleaned," he told her, waving his wand and cleaning what he could.
"It's been a while since anyone's been here. It will need a good going over, both inside and out. I was hoping that you would be willing to purchase a House-Elf to take care of this place," Narcissa told him.
"I don't even know where to get House-Elves from," he admitted while continuing to clean.
"Thankfully, I do," she said, finally removing her cloak and hanging it up.
"Find out how much it is and I'll send you the gold."
"Just set up a Mistress's account with Gringotts," Narcissa told him.
"Mistress's account?" he asked, confused. He had never heard of anything like that.
"It gives me partial access to your accounts. If any large amounts are taken out, Gringotts will report it to the principal account holder. It's mainly used for taking care of a second household since most Mistresses don't live with the main family," she explained.
"Makes sense I guess. I'll contact Gringotts and see about that."
Narcissa nodded. "In the meantime, I'll do what I can. Believe it or not, I do know a few cleaning charms," she told him. Checking the time, Harry realized that he needed to get going. Narcissa would be busy moving her stuff into the cottage, so Harry let her be and Apparated back to the Shrieking Shack. The trip back through the tunnel was just as annoying as the first time. When he finally made it back to Gryffindor Tower, he saw that most had already retired for the night. However, Hermione was still up and sitting by the fire reading a book twice as thick as her arm. Harry smiled and crept over to her. Leaning over the back of the chair, he poked her in both of her sides with his fingertips.
"EEK!" she squealed and the book went tumbling off of her lap when she jumped in surprise. Harry laughed at her reaction.
"Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" she glared, breathing heavily and clutching her chest.
"I'm not sure if magical people can have heart attacks. What are you doing up? You're usually in bed reading at this time," he said, sitting down on the arm of her cushy chair.
"I was waiting for you," she admitted, bending over and grabbing her giant book. She lifted it back onto her lap with great effort. "Where have you been?" she looked at him.
Harry thought about it for a second. He could lie or tell her the truth, or at least part of the truth. The fewer people that knew about the things that he was doing, the better it was. There were fewer chances to be betrayed … not that he ever expected her to betray him. On the flip side, he didn't have to tell her about the Department of Mysteries or what they did to him. He could just tell her that he was already planning for the eventual return of Voldemort. In the end, he decided to let her in on some of his secrets.
"I actually left the castle and met with someone," he told her quietly. Hermione looked around to make sure that they weren't being overheard.
"Who?"
"Narcissa Malfoy … Well, formerly Malfoy," he confessed.
"Draco's mum?" she asked, confused about what he could be meeting her for.
"Yeah. You know how his dad was killed during the World Cup?" Seeing her nod, he went on. "Apparently, Malfoy went mental and kicked his mum out of the family. She's no longer a Malfoy."
Hermione gasped. "Woah!"
"Not only that, but Sirius had thrown her out of the Black family whenever he became Head of House. Because of that, she was nameless and had nowhere to go. That's when she contacted me. Since I'm the Heir of the Black family, I could let her into an old cottage that she used to visit when she was young. It's owned by the Black family, but few actually know about it. The only thing is that for her to be able to live there, she would need to be a Black, or be connected to a Black in some way," Harry explained.
"The only way for that to happen is for Sirius to reinstate her, which I highly doubt has happened. Marrying you would do it, but I don't think you would agree to that," Hermione went through all of the ways that it could be accomplished.
"I'm definitely not getting married at fourteen," he snorted.
"The only other way is … Harry!" she gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. "Did you take her as a Mistress?" she asked. Harry couldn't help but blush slightly while nodding.
"I can't believe it," Hermione muttered quietly. "Have you gone mental?"
"There is a good reason, you know. I'm not just thinking with my penis," he told her.
"Well then tell me. I'd love to hear it." She was the one to snort this time.
"You know how Voldemort keeps popping up?" Hermione nodded.
"Eventually, he's going to come back in full form. Whenever that happens, I'm screwed. I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid, Hermione. What can I do against him?"
Hermione bit her lower lip, seeing his point.
"This summer I decided to come up with a plan. I'm going to do what I can to take away his advantages and make a few for myself. Part of that is gaining contacts. Having Narcissa on my side is a huge boon for me. She knows things. She knows people," he said.
"Well … I guess I see your point. But why didn't you come to me?! I'll help you, of course!" Hermione said, suddenly irritated about being left out of his plan. Harry smiled, already knowing that she would be willing to help him. Harry scooped her up and sat down on her chair. Hermione squeaked as he placed her on his lap. He hugged her close and kissed her cheek. Hermione blushed beet-red but was pleased nonetheless.
"Of course, I was going to come to you eventually. I just wanted to come up with a plan first."
"I could have helped you with that! Tomorrow we can make a list. We'll need things like backup plans and safe houses in case we ever need to run and hide. We can leave stashes around different parts of the country. We can research things like wards and whatnot … You know, things to keep us safe. Oh, there's so much to be done!" she kept going on. Harry rolled his eyes and listened to her talk. He didn't really care what she was saying at the moment. He was just enjoying her soft, warm body pressed against his. He especially liked it when she wiggled around to get comfortable.
Hermione was carrying on for so long that they soon found themselves completely alone in the darkened Common Room with only the fireplace producing a soft, dancing light. Since they were alone, Harry allowed his hands to do a little more exploring. At first, Hermione didn't notice since she was still making plans, but when his hand crept underneath her skirt, and his fingers caressed the highest point of her inner thigh, he felt her body shiver violently while the scent of her arousal became stronger.
She tried to play it off as if it didn't affect her, but Harry could feel how much she liked it. When his other hand slid underneath her blouse and began playing with her soft belly, Hermione accidentally let out a cute, little moan. Harry pretended as if he didn't hear it.
"Umm … Should we tell Ginny about our plan?" Hermione bit her lip as he tickled the area of skin that was closest to her panty-covered pussy. Harry smirked as he leaned in close to her neck. He could smell her wonderful scent the closer he got.
"We will eventually. Right now I think that it would be best to keep it between us until we have a more solid plan. Don't you think?" he asked, sensually rubbing her belly from the bottom of her bra-clad breasts, down to the waistband of her skirt. Hermione nodded which caused her bushy, brown hair to get in his face.
"Y-Yeah. That's probably for the best. When we decide on an objective, then we can tell her," Hermione shuddered as he moved her hair out of the way, exposing the side of her thin, graceful neck. Harry leaned in and brushed his lips against her smooth skin. At this point, Hermione was breathing deeply as wiggling her bottom against his raging erection. Unfortunately, just then they heard someone coming down the dormitory steps. Hermione squeaked in embarrassment and jumped from his lap. She just finished straightening herself when a seventh-year snuck out of the Common Room, probably for a late-night tryst with a young lady.
"I-I'll see you in the morning, Harry!" she blushed and scampered up the stairs. Harry looked at the bulge in his trousers and huffed. He'd find that seventh-year and make him pay, Harry promised as he stood up and went to bed.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry read and re-read the note multiple times. He had just received word from Croaker regarding his suspicions about the supposed Professor Moody. He was instructed to investigate, but to make sure that he wasn't caught. If something was going on, they wanted to know what it was. If they suspected that they were being watched, the plans could change or be aborted. After memorizing the note, he set fire to it. He watched as it burnt to ashes before he banished them. Now he just needed to think of a way to find out if Moody was legit.
Harry started by simply walking by his private quarters. Underneath his cloak, he waved his wand as he walked by, casting a Detection Charm. As he suspected, Moody's door was laced with dozens of Charms, Curses, and Wards. He'd never get through that undetected. It would probably take Dumbledore twenty-four hours straight to get through that mess. He definitely needed another way. He could always try to follow Moody when he walked in, or force him at wand point, but that would kind of defeat the purpose of his instructions. From what he knew, there was only one other way into his room.
Later that night, Harry was standing on top of the Astronomy Tower holding his broom. He didn't tell Hermione about his suspicions of Moody. He wasn't sure if she would start acting funny around the weird, grizzled old man. Having memorized where Moody's room was in relation to the area of the castle, he wasted no time in jumping off the tower and making a beeline for his destination. His invisibility cloak flapped in the wind as he flew through the cold, night air. It only took a minute or so to get to Moody's window. Quietly flying up to it, he looked in. The room was dark, but it was nothing that his enhanced eyesight couldn't overcome. The man asleep in the bed wasn't Moody! Taking a chance, Harry used the same Detection Charm on the window. There weren't any spells to be found! Harry smiled wickedly. His job just got easier.
Flying a bit to the side to stay out of sight, he opened his arm storage and pulled out a small, plastic case. Opening it, he took out one small vial. The vial contained a very powerful knockout gas that his group had developed for use in the upcoming conflict. Harry had a stash of a dozen vials to use at his discretion. Flying back to the window, he silenced it and used his wand to lift it up just slightly. Finding the special rune that was carved on the side of the vial, Harry pressed the tip of his wand against it and pushed some of his magic into it. When the rune began glowing blue, Harry flicked the small vial into the room and quietly closed the window. Once activated, the rune would detonate in five seconds, shattering the glass and releasing the liquid that would instantly turn into gas, filling the room within seconds. Harry kept track of the time that had passed. After two minutes, the gas would dissipate and it would be safe to go in.
Opening the window, he fired a stunner at the sleeping man just in case. Floating in, he waved his wand around looking for any booby-traps or wards that might harm him. He didn't find anything. It seemed that the only spells were on the door. Turning on the light, Harry saw that he was indeed correct. The man was definitely not Moody. Going into his storage again, this time he pulled out a small camera. He took pictures of the man, the room, and his belongings. He even took a sample of the stuff that he was drinking from his flask. Seeing a seven-room storage trunk, Harry went through each one until he reached the last lock. When opened, he peered down into the large, empty room and saw the real Moody alive but unconscious. He took another picture before closing the trunk. He'd report this immediately.
Harry covered his tracks and put everything back in its place. He made sure to vanish any small pieces of glass that he could see, which was probably overkill. The biggest piece was so small that it would easily be overlooked. Most of the vial was turned into dust from the detonation. Climbing back out the window, he flew straight for the Owlery so that he could send his report.
Chapter 6
Harry read and re-read the short letter that he had received. His group had placed a House-Elf within Hogwarts to pass him letters when necessary. It wouldn't do to have strange owls dropping off notes during breakfast. Easily memorizing it, he waved his wand and set fire to the piece of parchment. He watched as the corner ignited and the flames quickly spread throughout. He vanished the ashes that were leftover.
His instructions about the fake Moody were simple. Watch and report. He wasn't to sneak back into the room without orders, and he was to act as naturally as possible. Croaker said that there was obviously a reason that the imposter had snuck in. Harry had to agree. He guessed that it somehow had to do with him. And as the major events in school at the end of two of the last three years had something to do with Voldemort, Harry also guessed that he was somehow involved. The only other thing that was different that year was the tournament. He wouldn't dismiss that as a possibility. Either way, it didn't matter. Croaker was going to investigate and get back to him. Harry just had to avoid blowing his cover.
Harry had also been keeping a close eye on Draco Malfoy just as his mother had requested. While he wasn't being as mouthy as he normally would be, Malfoy was being extra nasty when he did open his mouth. Even Slytherins weren't spared his wrath. He had been hiding around a corner while Malfoy had talked with a group of his peers. Of course, Malfoy said something stupid and angered one of the upper-year students. A younger student might be intimidated by the blonde ponce, but not an older student. The older student immediately began humiliating Malfoy by bringing up what had happened in the Top Box of the World Cup Finals. Harry didn't need to see him to know that his face was burning red and his fists were clenched and shaking in anger. He could certainly hear it in his voice when Malfoy promised a quick and painful end to that student. He just laughed and told Malfoy to fuck off. He didn't think that Malfoy was serious, but Harry had thought otherwise. He could hear the rage in Malfoy's voice, and when you add the fact that he had been treating his own mother like shit, Harry wasn't sure what he would do. He'd definitely keep Malfoy away from his small group of friends. Whether Narcissa liked it or not, Harry would kill the ferret if he threatened the girls. Since that particular incident, Malfoy had gone back to his normal mood as of late … silent seething.
During meals, Harry kept an eye on the Slytherin table. He saw that Malfoy had certainly made at least one enemy lately. Daphne Greengrass would occasionally turn her head and look to the part of the table where Malfoy sat. Immediately, her face would twist into pure disgust and hatred when she laid eyes on him. It wouldn't happen often, but often enough for Harry to spot it. Though he didn't show it, Harry was smiling on the inside.
Taking his mentor's advice, Harry had begun creating dossiers on people of interest, one of which was the lovely Daphne Greengrass. As it turned out, she didn't care much for people. It didn't matter if you were a Gryffindor, a Slytherin, or anyone in between. To her, you just weren't up to snuff. The girl was a snob and a half.
It would be reasonable to ask why anyone would want a girl like that on their side. The answer was simple. The positives outweighed the negatives. Daphne came from a wealthy family that was well respected in the pureblood community. She was incredibly beautiful with her pitch-black hair and fair skin. She had smoldering gray eyes that you could sit and stare at for hours. Her face was classically beautiful with large eyes and a small, cute nose. She was often considered the prettiest girl in school. Even as a first-year, people took notice of her good looks. Of course, no boy stood a chance with her. Many even claimed that she might be into girls, but anyone with half a brain found that excuse to be flimsy. While she might be into girls, she certainly didn't show it. She was just as snotty to them as any boy. Like Harry thought earlier, to her, everyone was dirt underneath her shoe.
Good looks weren't everything, but they certainly helped in life. If she were only a pretty face, then Harry would possibly lose interest. Fortunately for her, she had a mind that was second to only Hermione in their year. In other words, she was as smart as a whip. A strong mind combined with a gorgeous face was a recipe for success. Anyone could tell you that Daphne would be incredibly successful once she graduated from Hogwarts. If somehow Harry could get her on his side, she would be a powerful ally in the future. Not only that, but he would have a spy in the Slytherin House. Seeing the pure hatred that she directed toward his favorite blonde ponce, Harry wondered if he could use that to his advantage. He had been thinking about it for so long that he forgot that he should be eating. He suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. A firm squeeze made him turn his head and snapped him out of his thoughts. He saw Ginny's pretty face smiling at him, her hand still squeezing his leg.
"You better finish eating. We've only got ten minutes left," she said before going back to her own plate. Hermione was on his other side, slowly eating while she went over some notes for their next class. He felt Ginny's hand creep a little higher until it was almost stroking his crotch before she took it away. That gave him an idea. Even though Daphne wasn't inclined to find a romantic partner while at school, she was still a young, hormonal teenager. So the desires were there, Harry thought, no matter how well she hid them. The girls of Gryffindor were still affected by the weak Allure that he naturally produced, they were just better at hiding it these days. They had gotten used to the sensation of being around him constantly. But as Ginny's hand left his upper leg, he could clearly see that they still felt it. Daphne had likely only felt the barest amount during the handful of classes that they had together. Harry sat on one side of the room while the Slytherins took the other side. Daphne couldn't have felt it at its strongest. For that, she would need to be right beside him. Now he just needed to figure out a way to get her alone.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Daphne Greengrass was still livid when she saw Malfoy skulking off to do whatever it was that he did after classes were over. Once again, dinner was dreadful. These Hogwarts Elves couldn't compare to her family's elves that had been trained to produce only the best French cuisine. That only put her in an even worse mood. When Malfoy disappeared around the corner, she promised herself that she would get revenge sooner or later. She wouldn't forget.
After the death of his father during the summer, everyone in their House could see the change that had overtaken him. That change wasn't for the better. Rumor was that he had even tossed his own mother from the family. That was certainly not smart on his part, Daphne thought. Narcissa was definitely the brains of their operation. Without her, all their family was, was a snot-nosed brat who fancied himself a man. He wasn't a man. He was a sniveling child that was making enemies at every turn.
"Still pissed off about Malfoy?" Daphne heard the voice of her only friend … Tracey Davis. The girl skipped up to her and walked by her side.
"What do you think?" Daphne's lovely voice was filled with barely controlled anger.
"I think Malfoy's going to be in big trouble when you finally get a hold of him," she snorted. "Have you figured out how to fix the mess that your uncle has gotten your family into?" she asked, suddenly turning serious. Daphne clenched her fists tightly and shook her head.
"I can't believe that he would take out a loan from Lucius Malfoy and not tell the family. Not only that, but he put the family business up for collateral!" Tracey said angrily.
"Tracey!" Daphne hissed, looking around.
"Don't worry. There's no one around. I checked," she placated her friend, not wanting to get on her bad side. She was already angry enough.
"Still," Daphne mumbled.
"But Daph … If you don't pay the two and a half million galleons by the end of next month, Malfoy's going to take control of your family business. Then what will happen to you?" she asked, obviously concerned.
Daphne didn't know what would happen. Whatever it was, it certainly wouldn't be good. She very much planned to wring her uncle's neck the next time that she saw him. At the moment, he was hiding out so that her father wouldn't kill him. Probably smart on his part. Daphne's father had been beyond apocalyptic when he found out. As it turned out, her uncle had struck a deal with Lucius Malfoy. As long as he fed him with inside information about the comings and goings of the Greengrass family, he wouldn't force him to pay back the loan. Once Malfoy Junior took control of the family, he had no use for the information. He told the family in no uncertain terms that they had to pay it off on time, or he'd collect on their default. The piece of shit even waved the signed contract in front of her father's face. Daphne had seen her father's hand quivering. He had barely been able to control his temper. If he hadn't, Malfoy would be a smudge on the wall, and her family would be ruined.
"I don't know," she replied quietly. "Lately, the business isn't doing as well since the import laws were changed. We had to pump a large portion of the family savings into it just to keep it afloat until father figures out what to do. Right now we just don't have that much liquid capital. Selling assets takes time, especially when it involves that kind of money. I tried talking sense into Malfoy, but he just called me a whore and told me to fuck off. When I get my hands on him …" she left the threat unsaid. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
"Well, there's nothing that we can do for now. Let's get back to the dungeons and hope that Malfoy slips and breaks his neck," Tracey said, trying to cheer her up. The two girls walked down the corridor before turning the corner.
As the sounds of their steps faded, Harry Potter canceled the Disillusionment Charm and came back into view. Now he knew what had made her so mad. Harry tapped his chin in thought before going back to Gryffindor Tower.
The Six Million Galleon Man
Harry was sitting on the couch near a blazing fire when Narcissa dropped down next to him. He had to admit, she looked very sexy in her tiny, silk robe. When her body pressed against his side, she leaned in and began sucking on his neck while she rested her bare leg on his lap. His hand instinctively slithered up her soft and smooth leg until he was caressing the skin of her upper thigh.
Once he had gotten back to Gryffindor Tower, he told Hermione that he had to go and see Narcissa for business. He needed her input before coming up with a solid plan. In the meantime, he wasn't about to turn down the opportunity to have a bit of physical contact with the older woman. His hand slipped under the hem of her robe, and he found out that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. As his fingers brushed over her damp lips, Harry felt her moan into his neck.
"Did you come here for another reason, or only to have fun?" Narcissa teased as her hand fondled the tenting crotch of his trousers. Harry smiled and touched her clit, sending pure magic into her body. Narcissa's body locked up and she moaned in a way that he hadn't heard before. It was the sound of pure arousal. After that, her hand grew even bolder. She unbuckled the front of his pants and shoved her hand into them. He felt her talented hand wrap around his girth and begin stroking him.
"I actually came here to ask you about a contract that your former husband made with one of the Greengrass brothers," Harry moaned out as she expertly worked his cock. It seemed that Narcissa didn't really care about contracts at the moment. She was too busy grinding her hot and flowing pussy against his hand.
"What about the contract?" she asked though not really caring. She pulled her hand from his trousers and tore his shirt open. Buttons went flying in every direction as she maneuvered their bodies so that he was lying underneath her on the couch. She eagerly leaned down and started kissing him down his chest. When she got to his pants, she wasted no time in pulling them off. She spread his legs and gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock sticking straight up. Putting both hands on it, she marveled at the fact that there was still a couple of inches still sticking up from the edge of her highest palm. Harry smirked and reached up, grabbed the front of her silky robe, and pulled it open so that he could see her beautiful, bare breasts. Her nipples were already hard and crinkled and added to the fact that the position of her arms was causing her breasts to be pressed together, it made for a spectacular sight.
"Tell me everything you know about it," Harry practically commanded. His tone told her that she needed to concentrate for the moment and give him the facts. It didn't stop her from continuing to molest his raging erection. Moving one of her hands down to his balls, she cupped them then massaged them while her other hand jerked him off. During her handjob, she told him everything that she knew about it. Harry whistled appreciatively.
"What kind of a fool would sign a contract like that?" he asked no one in particular.
"The younger Greengrass brother has always been the black sheep of the family. He has very little common sense. It's not surprising that he would sign it," Narcissa replied as she leaned down and started placing soft kisses all over his erection. Harry sighed happily at the sensation … even more so when her lips moved to his bloated sack.
"Is there any way out of the contract?" Harry asked. He felt Narcissa's head shake. The feeling of her hair brushing the inside of his thighs was a bit ticklish.
"The only way out is to either pay it off or to destroy the contract," she told him, her lips moving up his belly until her mouth found his. Narcissa moaned into his mouth as her tongue dueled with his. The older woman seemed to be particularly horny that night. Harry needed more information, so he broke the kiss and continued. Narcissa groaned at having the kiss ended. In return, she shrugged off her robe and mounted him. She reached behind her and grabbed the base of his massive cock. Harry moaned when the sensitive head was being rubbed up and down the length of her soaking wet slit. When his head was in the right spot, she dropped down and took him fully into herself. Both of them moaned at the sensation. Harry and Narcissa both arched their backs, and Harry even lifted up his hips, trying desperately to go even deeper into the sexy MILF. Narcissa placed her hands on his rock-hard pecs to steady herself while breathing heavily. After a moment to recover, her wide hips began bouncing and rolling.
"Destroy the contract?" he asked as one hand slid up her belly and started fondling her breasts while the fingers of his other hand were busy stimulating her hard and swollen clit. Narcissa bit her lip sexily as she pressed down hard on him and rolled her hips in a circle. She closed her eyes and nodded.
"Physically destroyed. The magic that enforces the contract is stored within the parchment itself. If the contract is physically destroyed, then the magic of it is safely released. Furthermore, you can't exactly go to the Ministry and make a claim without proof. That's why most people file their contracts with the Ministry. If it's accidentally destroyed, the Ministry still has proof and can enforce it. That's the dangerous thing about these types of shady contracts. You can't exactly take them to the Ministry, so the physical contract has to be kept safe. Many have lost a fortune to not keeping their contracts safe," Narcissa explained as her tits jiggled and bounced along with her sexy body.
"Interesting," Harry said, trying to concentrate on coming up with a plan. The hard part was that Narcissa's heavenly tunnel was already contracting around him tightly. He could feel her fluttering and her walls starting to milk his cock. She let out a high-pitched squeak as she clamped down tightly on him. She reached back and grabbed his shins tightly and spread her knees wide. Harry could clearly see the area of penetration. Her pussy was contracting wildly on him as her body trembled violently.
"Holy fuck! Here it comes!" Harry cried out, too far gone to hold on any longer. Narcissa's body was trembling so badly that his cock slipped from her wet depths just as cum erupted from the tip. It spurted into the air and landed all over her bowed body. Her lovely, shaking tits were covered in cum, as was her face and hair. When she finally calmed down, she found that cum was literally dripping from her breasts and chin. Harry chuckled as she glared at him.