Harry lifted the folded quilt at the footside with his feet and pulled it over them, leaving only their shoulders and heads out. The warmth erased the wall of shame and hesitations in them.
Narcissa turned sideways towards him and squeezed in closer. Her divine breasts pressed against his frame while her lovely hand landed on his chest. With hot breaths, her bright blue eyes gazing at his face, she was clearly thinking of something.
Harry felt much calmer after their intimacy. Much more confident and guilt-free. "You have something to say?"
"Plenty," Narcissa replied, resting her head under his chin as she got even closer. "But I'm not sure if I should."
What is she worried about now? Harry wondered and caressed the arm under her head over her back.
"Ask anything."
"Are you sure?" She asked instantly. "Are you sure about… having me carry your child?"
Who else do I have? Harry calmed his thoughts. It's better she brought up this topic.
"If I said I don't want it. Would you end it?" He asked back.
Narcissa went silent for a moment. She was no young foolish girl. Having birthed life once already, her thoughts were different from most. Instinctively she hugged Harry with the arm on his chest. "No… I-I won't."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'm not in favor of ending it either. I want you to… Raise the child." Harry turned sideways towards her and gazed into her soft eyes. "You might hate me for this. Or for that vow. I'm not a good person, I agree with that too. But know that I have no regrets regarding… what's happened between us."
Narcissa breathed deeply, trying to hide the unexpected blush on her face. For some unknown reason, she felt her heart skip a beat. Am I really this desirable to him? She couldn't wrap her head around Harry's actions. Most young men look for pretty young girls, not middle-aged women.
"Aren't you disgusted?" She asked him.
Harry frowned. "By what?"
"My age."
"Haha…" Harry laughed openly at that. He thought for a short moment before answering. "I like finely aged wine."
"Hm!" Narcissa smiled brightly and held back a chuckle.
"Give the child my last name, Narcissa," Harry added.
"You can call me Cissy." Narcissa raised her hand to his face and gently removed his glasses. "Those close to me call me that."
Harry just nodded and tried to fall asleep. He wanted to tell her about Bellatrix too. But for the first night of his summer break, this was enough.
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Draco knew he was fucked. He had failed the Dark Lord massively. Dumbledore still died, but he had a feeling that the death of Dumbledore wasn't the main goal of the Dark Lord. During the winter break, he refused to go home. But as the sixth year ended, he had no option but to board the train.
His fear only grew more as he neared Malfoy Manor. Although his mother was nowhere to be found for the past few months, his father was still living in the mansion and serving the Dark Lord.
I can't even run. He looked at the Dark Mark on his forearm. Mother was right. I should have stayed away.
"That's a fancy tattoo there, little Death Eater."
Woosh!
Woosh!
"What? Wh—! No!" Draco jolted and turned around only to find Moody, Shacklebolt, and a dozen more Aurors standing there. He quickly patted his sleeves down to hide his forearm.
"Like father, like son." Moody scoffed and slammed his staff on the road. "That won't hide it anymore. Take him."
"No! Nooo… Stand back!" Draco growled and raised his wand to defend himself. "Stay away from me! I didn't do anything… I-I've done nothing."
"Yet." Moody calmly responded, not even reacting to his wand. "That Dark Mark proves your allegiance, boy. Now, your options are—Surrender and go to Azkaban or fight fourteen Aurors and die here."
Shivering, Draco looked around at the faces of all the Aurors. It was impossible to win or escape alive.
"Fine." He let his wand fall to the ground and raised his hands in the air.
The Aurors quickly immobilized him with spells and carried him along to the Ministry. Although Malfoy Manor wasn't too far away from them, they still retreated as this wasn't the time to go after the rest.
"Send him to Azkaban right away," Moody ordered. With a Dark Mark, there wasn't even a need for a trial. It was a direct ticket to Azkaban. At least until the Dark Lord was dealt with.
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Days passed, then weeks. Harry never left the 12 Grimmauld Place the entire time. He had 2 reasons holding him there—Narcissa and the Elder Wand.
After breaking the ice on the first night, the two resumed their late-night activity in the morning on that same bed. Narcissa riding Harry this time was proof of her acceptance of him and his body. By the time dinner was served that day, they had fucked two more times. One in the shower and once in the kitchen.
Once the second day arrived, Narcissa let herself go completely and moaned with all her might. The moans she made as her young lover mounted her with his cock each time threatened to wake up the entire neighborhood. Thankfully, they lived in a magical house.
Kreacher surprisingly didn't care about the entire ordeal. In fact, he rejoiced when he caught Harry and Narcissa fucking. Delighted by the prospect of Black Bloodline continuing and the 12 Grimmauld Place filling up. From then on, he always vanished whenever he saw the two passionate lovers appear so they could fuck more.
Of course, Harry didn't fail to claim every opportunity he got.
Bedroom, Lucius' study table, in front of Walburga Black's portrait and making her cry, in the bathroom, shower or tub; in the kitchen, in the study, in the living room sofas, or simply against any random wall.
By the end of the first week, the entire house smelled of sex. Harry stopped wearing any underwear, and Narcissa only ever wore a silky gown that could be opened with a mere pull of the knot. No undergarments either.
However, fucking Narcissa until she'd fallen asleep wasn't the only thing he did. He cleaned up the basement of the house and started using it to practice with his new wand. Magic flowed differently with the Elder Wand—faster, smoother, easier, and even non-verbal. The wand was made to be used for dueling with its fantastic response time. It completely complimented him.
Boom!
"It's also powerful!" Harry dumbly looked at the wand in his hand. "This is… Too powerful. If Voldemort gets it."
Harry looked at the mess he had made in the training basement. It only took him one single spell to do all that. The wand was too good for magic, and now he knew why Voldemort wanted to attack and kill Dumbledore.
"He wanted this wand," Harry deduced, feeling the wood's texture in his palm. "One of the Deathly Hallows."
He had done his research already. There were books in the house Black's library with the story of the three Peverell brothers. It was hard to imagine it but according to the legends, he already had all of the three Deathly Hallows.
The Invisibility Cloak was his for years. The wand was right in his palm. As for the Resurrection Stone, he looked at his hand wielding a ring. The same ring that had cursed Dumbeldore to death.
What happens if one has all three of these? Harry asked himself. Master of death? Mine or others'?
Unlike others, Harry had no greater desire to be immortal. He just wanted to win the battle and end Voldemort's terror. In that pursuit, the Deathly Hallows were just tools for an end in his eyes.
It was a few hours until dinner time, so he ended his training session and went back upstairs. Looking around, he soon found Narcissa alone in the study room, standing in front of a massive cabinet with countless books.
Her back towards him, he smirked at the opportunity. Her silky gown was tight around her waist, accentuating her full hips and curves. He had initially thought he'd get bored of sex after doing it so many times every day with her.
Yet, even now he felt as hard as the first time.
And knowing that this woman was just ready for the taking whenever he wanted. Who could refuse such an offer?
"Lesson number one!" Harry snuck behind Narcissa and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her back against his chest. "Always be aware of the surroundings."
"Who said I wasn't?" Narcissa replied, smirking and continuing to touch various books as if she had already expected Harry to do that.
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