Summary: Harry breaks the Elder Wand, and gets sent back in time. To 1976. With the power of the Elder Wand coursing through him, How will Harry change the future?
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ProfessorQuill(Real Author): This is a rewrite of my previous story, When We Were Young. I wasn't happy with how that one started. In this story, Hogwarts starts at 14, making everyone in 5th year 18 years old. A lot of characters have had their ages adjusted slightly to fit them into the story.
Monkemort(The Copypasta Author): I'll try searching for the previous story of Prof, though I bet it's gone on the site...
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Chapter 1: Narcissa Malfoy
After defeating Voldemort, Harry sat in the headmaster's office on the second floor, telling Ron, Hermione, Kingsley, and McGonagall how he had won. He trusted everyone in the room with the truth, and he held nothing back from them. By the time he was done, the room was silent as the occupants tried to come to terms with his incredible tale.
"So, that's really the Elder Wand?" Ron asked, staring in awe at the wand in his hand.
"Ronald!" Hermione scolded, slapping his arm. "He's not keeping it. Right, Harry?"
"Don't be daft. He has the most powerful wand in the world, he can't just get rid of it. Just think of what we could do with a wand that never fails." he said, staring off wistfully.
"That's exactly my point!" Hermione argued. "It's too dangerous."
"Ron may have a point, Hermione." Kingsley jumped in, surprising the bickering pair.
"I do?" Ron asked.
"He does?" asked Hermione.
"Voldemort may be gone, but many of his Death Eaters are still free. Having that wand on our side could save hundreds of lives." Kingsley said in his deep, rumbling voice.
"We would need to keep it quiet." McGonagall added. "No one outside this room can know he has it."
"I still don't think it's a good idea to keep it." Hermione said.
"Hey, maybe you could find out how it works." Ron said to her. "Maybe you could figure out how to make more of them."
"Well, if he's going to keep it, I suppose it couldn't hurt to study it." she admitted.
Snap.
Four heads snapped up to stare incredulously at Harry, and the two halve of a snapped wand in his hands.
"Mr. Potter." McGonagall gasped in horror.
"No one should ever have this much power, Professor." he told her softly.
Turning, Harry tossed the broken wand into the fireplace and then set it alight with his recently repaired Holly wand. A chuckle from the wall had all of them turning to look up at the portrait of Albus Dumbledore hanging on the wall.
"How fitting." he said. "The only man to truly deserve the Elder Wand, is the one to bring about its destruction."
Harry gave him a small smile.
"I suppose it's for the best." Hermione agreed.
"Perhaps we should all get some rest." McGonagall said.
Nodding, Harry made to head for the door, but stopped when he heard a loud rumble behind him. In the fireplace, the flames had turned an unnatural purple and flared dangerously high. Suddenly, the flames exploded outwards, and Harry barely had time to raise his arms to shield his face before they enveloped him.
"Harry!" Hermione screamed.
The deep purple inferno surround Harry before it seemed to be sucked back into the fireplace, taking him with it before they vanished into nothing.
Harry felt himself tumbling forward uncontrollably while a sharp tingle passed over his entire body. As suddenly as the fall started, it stopped, and he was thrown backwards out of the fireplace. The wind was knocked out of him as he landed hard on his back and rolled to stop. His whole body ached and tingled in an extremely odd and uncomfortable way as her heard people surrounding him.
"Good heavens! Are you alright?" he heard McGonagall ask.
"I think so." he said, pushing himself gingerly to his hands and knees. "What happened?"
"We were hoping you could tell us." Dumbledore said.
"I don't think the wand liked being set on fire. Maybe it explo-"
Harry stopped mid-sentence as he climbed to his feet with McGonagall's help and came face to face with a very much alive Albus Dumbledore. Just as he was starting to wonder if this was some sort of trick, he heard the cry of a Pheonix as Fawkes flew in the window and landed on his shoulder. That, more than anything, convinced him this was real. Someone might have been able to look like Dumbledore, but they could never have fooled Fawkes.
"Could you tell us your name, young man?" Dumbledore asked, stroking his beard as he watched Fawkes on his shoulder curiously.
"Harry Potter." he answered, wondering what could have happened that not only was Albus Dumbledore alive, but also didn't know who he was.
"Any relation to James Potter?" the headmaster asked.
"Er, yeah, he's my father." he said.
"That's impossible." McGonagall said with a disapproving look. "James Potter just finished his fifth year, it's impossible for him to be your father."
"What?" Harry asked, a weight like lead settling in his stomach. "What year is it?"
Dumbledore and McGonagall exchanged a look before Dumbledore finally answered him.
"It's 1976, the twenty-eighth of June, to be precise." he said.
"Well, that's not good." Harry said as he collapsed into a chair.
It took over an hour of explanation and a genealogy test before they fully believed he was who he said he was. After that, one thing led to another, and he ended up explaining his entire life story.
"That's quite the life you lived, Harry." Dumbledore said while pulling his watch out of his pocket. "Perhaps we should take a break for dinner."
"Is it that late already?" McGonagall asked, turning to check the clock on the wall.
"I told you it was a long story." Harry said.
Standing up, they left the office and walked the familiar path down to the Great Hall.
"So, how do I get back?" Harry asked as they walked.
"I'm afraid I don't know." Dumbledore told him gently.
"I figured you were gonna say that." Harry said with a sigh.
"I will do what I can, but as far as I'm aware, there is no way to travel forward in time, only back." Dumbledore said.
Harry stopped and leaned against the wall to stare out of one of the windows. It was odd, he thought, to see a sight so familiar, yet knowing everything was different. Admittedly, a part of him was excited to meet his parents when they were alive and happy. If only he could...
"I can't change anything, can I?" he asked quietly, having long ago learned that lesson from Hermione.
"Actually, I believe you can." Dumbledore said, causing him to spin around and look at him in surprise.
"Are you sure that's safe Albus?" McGonagall asked.
"Not entirely, no." the headmaster admitted. "As I said before, no one has ever successfully traveled back to a time when they themselves did not exist. There was not even a trace of them. Now, perhaps they were simply destroyed during the trip, but I have another theory."
Harry nodded and motioned with his hand for him to continue.
"What if they went so far back that their mere presence made irrevocable changes to the past." Dumbledore said, pacing back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back. "Conventional thinking would say that in such an instance, time itself would be destroyed and the universe would collapse until it imploded. Since we are all still here, it's safe to assume we can rule that out. I believe it's far more likely that magic has simple started time over."
"What do you mean?' Harry asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"I believe that if a person were to go back far enough in time, the past they left behind becomes so uncertain, it no longer exists." Dumbledore explained. "If the past you left no longer exists, there can be no paradox. You can live your life any way you choose."
"Ok, so what's the bad news? There always bad news." Harry said.
Dumbledore sighed and looked at him sadly. "The bad news, as you put it, is that if the past you left no longer exists, there is no way for you to go back."
"So, I'm stuck here." Harry said defeatedly.
"I'm very sorry, Harry. As I said, I will do my best to help you find a way back, but I do not wish to give you false hope." Dumbledore said softly.
Harry was so mentally and emotionally drained from the past few days, he felt oddly detached from the situation for the moment. Pushing off the wall, he continued to the Great Hall.
"So, what do I do now?" Harry asked.
"You said you missed you seventh year, correct?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry nodded.
"Then, might I suggest finishing your schooling. We could even put you in sixth year, with your parents, if you wished." he said.
"Can I think about it?" Harry asked.
"Certainly." Dumbledore said with a nod.
"Do you think we should change his name?" McGonagall asked, to which Dumbledore shook his head.
"I don't believe that will be necessary. The Potter family is old enough that a lost line reemerging would not be unlikely. It would be best to keep things as simple as possible." he said.
They reached the Great Hall, and Harry was grateful there were no students this time of year. At the Head Table, he saw quite a few familiar faces, but there were some he didn't recognize. Dumbledore introduced him, saying he was a new student who had been homeschooled. Harry stayed mostly silent as he picked at his food, his mind completely overwhelmed.
After dinner, Dumbledore pulled him aside and gave him the bad news that he couldn't stay in the castle. Fortunately, Harry still had his Moke skin pouch on him, which held a large amount of gold, and a couple changes of clothes, along with a few other things. Dumbledore got him a room at the Three Broomsticks for the night and told him to come back the next day so they could go over a few things. Nodding, Harry left and made his way towards Hogsmeade.
When Harry entered the pub, he found it looking nearly identical to what he remembered, however, Rosmerta was a different story. While she had always been an attractive woman, now, in her early twenties, she was an absolute bombshell. He smiled to himself thinking about how Ron would have reacted to seeing her.
"What can I do for you deary?" she asked, folding her arms on the bar and leaning forward to that the cleavage of her large breasts bulged out of the top of her corset.
"I'm Harry Potter, Dumbledore said he booked me a room here." Harry said, valiantly keeping his eyes on her face.
"Albus didn't tell me he was sending over someone so handsome." she said with a smile before turning to grab a key off the wall. "Room four, breakfast starts at six, if you need anything else, just give me a yell."
"Actually, could I get a bottle of Firewhiskey?" he asked, digging into his Moke skin pouch for some gold.
"I'll need to see your wand first." she said, holding out her hand.
Harry handed her his wand so she could check it for the Trace. When it came up blank, she nodded and handed it back to him before bringing up a bottle of Firewhiskey and two glasses from below the bar.
"Twelve sickles." she said.
Harry handed her a Galleon. "Keep the change."
"Aw, aren't you sweet." she said with a smile. "Everything okay? You look like you've been through the ringer."
"It's a long story." he said tiredly.
"Well, if you need to talk, the bar's open till midnight. I might not be able to help, but I'm a good listener." she told him with a winning smile.
"Thanks, Rosmerta." Harry said with a brief smile.
Grabbing his bottle of Firewhiskey and the glasses, he waved to her and walked up to his room. Closing the door, he threw himself down into the comfy, wing-backed chair and pour himself a glass. What was he going to do now, he asked himself.
The next morning, Harry woke up and showered before getting dressed. When he went downstairs, Rosmerta welcomed him brightly and served him a full English breakfast. With only a couple of other people in the pub this early in the morning, she sat down to talk with him a little bit. Harry stuck as close to the truth, but in the end told he very little about himself. Rosmerta, thankfully, didn't pry too much. He found to be quite a bit more flirtatious than the Rosmerta he knew, but he just put it down to them being much closer in age.
After thanking Rosmerta for the breakfast, and leaving a generous tip, he made his way back to the castle and up to Dumbledore's office. When he walked in, he was surprised to find Narcissa Malfoy, or Black, as she was still called, sitting across from Dumbledore.
"Ah, good morning, Harry." Dumbledore greeted him. "Have a seat while Ms. Black and I finish our discussion."
Harry nodded and took a seat near the fireplace. One the table in front of him, he found a Muggle magazine on knitting, and Confectionary Connosseur Weekly, which was a magical magazine all about the latest sweets.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Black. The fact of the matter is, I still don't have a Defense professor to replace Professor Greene." Dumbledore said. "Once I find a replacement, your more than welcome to retake your finals, but I doubt they'll have time to tutor you before the start of the year."
"Would it be possible for one of the other professors, like Professor Flitwick, to tutor me?" Narcissa asked.
"I'm afraid he's in Switzerland visiting family for the summer." Dumbledore said.
While Harry tried to ignore the conversation, it was impossible not to listen. Clearly, Narcissa needed help with her Defense grade. If the problem with reliable Defense professors in this time was anything like what it was in his own, that wasn't surprising. Normally, he would just ignore her plight, especially give who she would eventually give birth to. However, after Narcissa lied to Voldemort for him, part of him felt like he owed her.
"I can teach you." he offered before even making the conscious decision to speak up.
Narcissa turned to him and raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"Are you good at Defense?" she asked.
"I got an O on my OWL." Harry said with a shrug.
"From what I understand, Harry is quite gifted at the subject." Dumbledore interjected.
"Very well. Thank you." she said. "Are you available today?"
"I can meet you at the Three Broomsticks in a couple of hours." Harry said.
"I shall see you then." she said with a nod before turning back to Dumbledore. "Thank you for your time, Headmaster."
"You're quite welcome, Ms. Black." he replied before she stood and left. "That was quite generous of you, Harry."
"I sort of owe her." Harry said. "She lied to Voldemort for me."
"Then, perhaps she's not as lost as I had feared." he said hopefully. "Now, we need to come up with a back story for you."
In the end, they agreed that sticking as close to the truth would be best. Harry was descendent from a squib line of the Potter family. When his parents were killed by an unknown Dark Wizard, he moved in with his aunt and uncle, who decided to homeschool him because of their resentment towards the Magical world. When his aunt and uncle decided to move to France, Harry stayed behind to attend Hogwarts. It would be up to Harry to fill in the details if and when he needed to. Fortunately, Dumbledore was willing to take his word on his OWLs, and he didn't need to retake them.
By the time they were done, Harry made it back to the Three Broomsticks only a couple of minutes ahead of Narcissa.
"Hello, Harry." she said when she met him at one of the tables where he was waiting. "I don't think I properly introduced myself, Narciss Black."
"Harry Potter." he said, shaking her hand.
"Potter?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Any relation to James Potter?"
"Distantly." he said with a small smile. "Are you ready to get started?"
At her nod, he led her outside and down the street to a small clearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
"Okay, first, let's see where you are." Harry said. "Let's have a quick duel."
It felt almost like being back in Dumbledore Army to be focusing on teaching someone else. It quickly became clear that, while Narcissa was perfectly fine at casting spells, she lacked the knowledge of when, and how, to use them. However, as they dueled, Harry noticed something odd about his magic. Spells came easier and hit harder than he had ever been capable of before. The first time one of his stunning spells hit her shield, it knocked her back a couple of steps, surprising both of them. From then on, Harry was very careful to put less power behind his spells.
"Okay, let's take a break." he said a couple of hours later.
Narcissa nodded as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"How about we grab lunch at the Three Broomsticks?" he asked.
Again, Narcissa nodded, and they walked off towards the pub.
"Your spell casting if fine, you just need to work on getting better at using them. Learning a few extra spells would help you, too. I take it your last Defense teacher wasn't very good?" he asked.
"The man was a fool that barely knew which end of the wand to hold." she said scathingly.
"Ah." Harry said nodding. "Well, it shouldn't take long for you to learn what you need to. Is that all you needed help with?"
"I'd like to start learning non-verbal casting, if you don't mind." she said.
"Sure, I can teach you." he said just as they reached the Three Broomsticks.
For the next week, Narcissa met him every morning, and they spent at least a couple of hours practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts. True to his word, Harry spent some time at the end of their lessons teaching her non-verbal casting. Every day, they had lunch together, and he spent some time getting to know Narcissa. Throughout their conversations, he couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be flirting with him more and more. It was also something that he noticed happening more and more with Rosmerta, as well.
Normally, that wouldn't have bothered him. In fact, with how attractive both women were, he would have been flattered. However, an earlier discussion with Dumbledore had him wondering if it was entirely natural.
Three days after he first noticed the changes in his magic, Harry decided to go to the castle and ask Dumbledore about it.
"What can I do for you, Harry?" he asked when Harry entered his office.
"Sorry to bother you sir, but I've noticed my magic seems, different, lately." Harry said.
"Really? Different how?" Dumbledore asked.
"Spells just feel easier, more natural now. They come out stronger too. And, this morning, when I reached for my glasses, I knocked them on the floor. When I summoned them, I realized I'd used a pencil, instead of my wand." Harry explained.
"That is quite odd." he said, stroking his long grey bread. "Do you mind if I cast some diagnostic spells?"
Harry shook his head.
Dumbledore stood to walk around the desk, reached into his pocket, and pulled out the Elder Wand. Before he could cast a spell, the wand flew out of his hand and landed neatly in Harry's. Both of them stared at the wand oddly before Harry handed it back to him. Dumbledore took it and rolled it between his fingers as he examined it over his half-moon glasses. Then, strangely, he handed it back to Harry.
"It no longer recognizes me as its master." the headmaster explained.
"But I didn't win it from you." Harry said in confusion.
"And yet, it still sees you as its master." he said. "Perhaps it has something to do with the way you gained its allegiance in your time."
Dumbledore reached into his pocket again and pulled out a second wand, presumably his original. Waving the wand over Harry's head, he muttered a series of long incantations under his breath. Harry felt his skin tingle as a purple glow surrounded him. After nearly a minute, Dumbledore stopped and returned to his seat.
"Did you find anything?" Harry asked anxiously.
"While I can't claim to be an expert, it seems to me that you absorbed some of the magic from the Elder Wand when it sent you here." he said while staring at his steepled fingers. "That purple glow you saw was a visual representation of your magic. It also happens to look identical to the magic used to create the Deathly Hallows."
"But what does that mean?" Harry asked.
"As often seems to be the case with you, I don't know, Harry. Although, it doesn't seem to be harmful." he said before looking up at him with twinkling eyes. "I must say, it's quite refreshing having you around. Not to sound immodest, but it's not often I don't have an answer."
Harry gave him a deadpan look, causing Dumbledore to chuckle.
After that discussion, Harry had begun to wonder what other effects it could be having. Could the magic of the Hallows be affecting people around him or was he just paranoid from girls trying to slip him love potion because he was 'The Chosen One', he wondered.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing on his mind lately. The chance to change the future, to save hundreds, if not thousands of live, weighed heavily on his mind. It took him a little while to realize just what kind of opportunity he had. While a part of him was sick of fighting and just wanted to let someone else take care of things for once, he knew his conscience would never let him. He was honest with himself enough to realize he was just putting of the inevitable. Eventually, he would have to fight Voldemort, and that meant returning to Hogwarts and working with Dumbledore. Despite his past accomplishments, he knew he could win alone.
For now, though, he was going to make the most of his brief break from the action.
After just over a week of lessons, Narcissa was getting quite proficient at dueling, and she was just starting to get the hang of non-verbal casting. During their talks at lunch, he learned that their past teachers were even worse than what Harry had had to deal with. At least some of his teachers were competent, here, it seemed all of them had been relatively useless.
"How do you think I'm doing?" Narcissa asked at the end of another morning of lessons.
"You're doing great." Harry told her.
"Is there anything else you think I should learn?" she asked. "I need to make sure I pass my OWLs."
"Well, you might want to study up on specific defenses against magical creatures, that's a big part of the test." he said, thinking back on his own test. "You could try and learn the Patronus Charm. It's not on the test but being able to cast it will probably get you extra credit."
"That's a really difficult charm, isn't it?" she asked, looking doubtful.
"It's tricky more than difficult." Harry said. "Once you find a happy memory that works, it's not that hard."
"Would you be willing to work with me later in the year? I'd like to just focus on getting into OWL level Defense, right now." she said.
"Sure." he said with a shrug.
Harry reached out and pulled open the door to the Three Broomsticks for Narcissa. As they took a seat at an empty table, Rosmerta came over to take their order.
"Afternoon you two, how are the lessons going?" she asked.
"Very well. Harry is a surprisingly good teacher." Narcissa said.
"He's such a sweetheart, isn't he?" Rosmerta asked with a smile.
"Yes, definitely a Hufflepuff." Narcissa answered with a smirk.
"Hey now, nothing wrong with Hufflepuffs, good tippers that lot." Rosmerta said with a wink. "So, What'll it be today?"
"Have you decided if you're going to Hogwarts, yet?" Narcissa asked after Rosmerta had left.
"Yeah, I've decided to go into sixth year. I just need to tell Dumbledore." he said, taking a sip of his Butterbeer.
"Good, it'll be nice to have some intelligent conversation next year." she said before smirking. "Even if you do end in Hufflepuff."
"What makes you so sure I'll end up in Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.
"You're hard working, friendly, and you help people with asking for a reward or payment." she said, listing things off on her fingers.
"Or I could be slowly gaining your trust to use you later in my plans for world domination." he said with a smile.
"If that true, then you can consider me your faithful servant, my lord." she told him.
Harry shook his head as he smiled. A moment later, Rosmerta showed up with their meals.
"So, what do you plan on doing after Hogwarts?" Harry asked as he tucked into his fish and chips.
"I'd like to be an Enchantress, if my husband will let me." she said.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Sorry, I forgot you didn't grow up in the Magical World. My family is very traditional, so my father expects me to find a suitable husband before I graduate. If I don't, he'll pick one for me. Unfortunately, most wizards from older families like mine don't want their wives to work. They think it makes them look weak." she explained shaking her head.
"That's horrible." he said.
Narcissa shrugged. "That's just the way my family is. I'm hoping to find a husband that my father will approve of that will let me work, but so far, I haven't had any luck. I'm starting to think some members of my house are chasing away anyone that might be interested in me."
"Why would they do that?" he asked, his brow furrowed.
"My family is quite wealthy, and many of them are from families my father would approve of. My father is already in talks with the Lestrange and Malfoy families about my sister, Bellatrix." she told him.
"And you're not interested in any of them?" Harry asked.
"I have no interest in being relegated as a trophy wife that sits at home with nothing to occupy my time." she said forcefully.
"I'm sorry." he said. "If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."
"It's a bit early for a proposal, isn't it, Mr. Potter?" she asked.
"What? No! Er, that's not what I..."
Harry broke off as she started laughing at him. Realizing it was a joke, he shook his head and smiled as he relaxed.
"Actually, there is something you can help me with. Do you still have a room here?" she asked.
"Yeah." Harry said.
"Could we talk there in private after lunch?"
"Sure." he said with a nod.
They made small talk for a little while longer as they finished lunch. As they stood up and walked over to the stairs, Harry made the mistake of looking over at Rosmerta. She gave him a knowing look and a wink as she watched him leave, making him realize how things might look. Blushing lightly, he turned away and moved a bit quicker up the stairs. Once they reached room four, he unlocked the door with his key and invited Narcissa inside before closing the door behind her.
"So, what did you-"
Harry's question was cut off as Narcissa wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Just as he was getting over his surprise and started kissing her back, she pulled away from him.
"You're cute when you're confused." she said with a smirk.
"Er, what?" he asked.
"Consider this a thank you for teaching me Defense, and my way of having a little fun in case I do end up a trophy wife." she said.
Before Harry could say anything else, Narcissa kissed him again. This time, he wasn't surprised, and he kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her waist. Her hands ran down his shoulders to the front of his shirt where she started undoing the buttons of his shirt. While she was doing that, Harry pulled her shirt loose from the waistband of her skirt. Narcissa pulled back to push his shirt off of his shoulders before grabbing his hand and leading him over to the bed. Pushing him down onto the mattress, she smirked as she straddled his waist on her knees and ran her hands up his bare chest while bending over to kiss him.
Harry worked at the buttons of her shirt quickly, popping them open with nimble fingers. Slipping his hands into the opening, he rested his hands on her sides and slowly slid them up to her bra encased breasts, which filled his hands perfectly. Narcissa moaned into his mouth before pulling back to sit up on his legs, a small smile on her lips. As her full, round ass ground against his rapidly hardening length, she shrugged off her shirt and reached behind her back to unclasp her black bra. As the bra fell forward, he got his first look at her fully, perky breasts, capped with dark pink nipples.
Grabbing his hands, she brought time up to her breasts before falling forward again, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder with a smile, and kissing him again. Harry gently squeezed her breasts as they kissed, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples as they stiffened under his touch. Narcissa moaned and ground herself against him as his erection pressed firmly against the front of his pants.
Harry moved his hands down to her hips before suddenly rolling them both over, so that he was on top. Sitting up on his knees, it took him a few second to find the zipper on the side of her skirt before he could unzip it. Narcissa lifted her hips as he pulled off her skirt, and the black panties underneath, revealing tight, bald slit. As he leaned down to kiss her again, she shoved his shoulders, pushing him onto his back.
Giggling at the surprised look on his face, she went to work on his belt. Quickly she pulled them, along with his boxers, down off his legs. Harry's erection leapt up eagerly to slap against his stomach. Once she had his pants off, Narcissa crawled up over his legs. Bending down, she placed a kiss on his shaft before running her tongue from the base all the way up to the tip. Harry hissed and his cock pulsed with excitement, causing Narcissa to smirk up at him. Placing one more kiss on the underside of his head, she continued crawling up until she was sitting on his waist, her damp slit hugging his length.
Grinding her hips back and forth a few times, she raised herself up and reached back to place him at her entrance. Sitting back down slowly, Harry girth stretched open her tight, slick walls as she descended with a low moan. Harry reached up and grabbed her breasts as she bottomed out, wiggling her hips slightly. With her hands on his chest for support, Narcissa began bouncing up and down on him, gradually gaining speed.
"Oh, Merlin." she said with a moan. "Is that proposal still open?"
Harry smiled and reached up with one hand to stroke her cheek. Turning her head, she kissed his palm before sitting up straight and increasing the depth and speed of her riding, her breasts bouncing and trembling with her movements. Moving his hands down to her waist, he lifted his knees behind her to plant his feet and started thrusting up into her in time with her bouncing. Harry groaned as he plowed into her tight, hot depths while moving one of his hands to her mound. With his thumb, he started rubbing circles above her clit, causing Narcissa to inhale sharply.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped.
Narcissa let out a high-pitched whine as she shook on his lap. Leaning forward to place her hands on his chest again, her nails dug into his skin as she let out a trembling moan. Her hips bucked wildly as her smooth thighs quivered. While a squeal, Narcissa came, her hips grinding back and forth furiously as she rode out her climax. When she collapsed forward onto his chest a short while later gasping and panting, Harry wrapped his arms around her and smoothly rolled them over.
Narcissa groaned as he began thrusting into her, her legs wrapping around him as her hands threaded through his hair. She pulled him down into a needy kiss, moaning into his mouth as her body rocked slightly from his powerful thrusts. On her chest, her perky breasts jiggled back and forth, her engorged nipples occasionally rubbing against his muscled chest.
Harry felt his climax approaching and started plowing into her core with rough desperate thrusts. Narcissa ripped her lips away from his, her nails raking lightly across his back while she gasped and moaned into his ear. With his face buried in the crook of her neck, the smell of her shampoo filling each heavy breath he took, Harry was pushed over the edge by her clutching depths.
Groaning, his cock swelled and pulsed as he filled her core with his hot cum. That was enough to send Narcissa crashing over the edge once again, her body trembling under his as she moaned.
When his peak had waned, Harry rolled over on to his back. Moments later, Narcissa rolled over to rest her head on his chest. A couple of minutes later, Harry nearly started laughing as the realization hit him.
He had just shagged Malfoy's mum.