It was a weird day even though it had started splendidly.
He had spent the night with Rose and Gwen in the latter's home and they had fucked late into the night. They woke up late and none seemed to be in any hurry. Their morning session began in the bed and continued in the bathroom. When Harry asked Rose about the pub, all she said was that her dear help had it covered.
Harry had to pause for a moment before he recalled her dear help was none other than Katie's mum.
It was almost noon when they were fully satiated and after a quick brunch, they parted ways for the day. With nothing much to do, Harry decided to take an aimless stroll around Hogsmeade after he dropped Rose back to her place, and it had begun since then.
It started with occasional appreciative glances from several witches, and even from those who were undoubtedly underage. Although flattering, it made him feel slightly queasy. Wherever he went, women in particular seemed to take an interest in him. Some did approach him for whatever reason while some were simply content with letting their eyes run over him. It made him feel like a piece of meat, and Harry did not know how to take it all.
He was not famous in this timeline and yet he was being treated like he was the Harry Potter of old. Did it happen because now almost everyone knew he was Dumbledore's apprentice? The Prophet had published a few articles about it over the past few editions of the newspaper, after all.
Had he known that accepting Dumbledore's offer would come with such baggage, he would've politely declined. Alas, that was no longer possible. It seemed he would have to live with the same burden he had lived with since he had returned to Wizarding Britain back when he started Hogwarts.
After spending most of the afternoon outside, he made his way back to Hogwarts. After all, he needed to discuss a few things of importance with Dumbledore.
Harry greeted a few professors whom he met on his way to the headmaster's office. He knocked courteously when he reached it, waiting for the man to acknowledge him.
"Come in."
Harry pushed the door open and closed it behind him. He walked in before he suddenly paused, noticing the headmaster had company. A beautiful dark-haired woman with shimmering hazel eyes was sitting in the chair in front of Dumbledore, looking at him inquisitively. Harry saw her eyes flash in recognition and prepared himself for the same thing that had been happening to him the entire day. To his relief, nothing happened.
"I can come back later, headmaster," he said politely.
"No need, Harry. We are almost done," Dumbledore replied in a jovial tone. Harry glanced at the young woman who was sitting in front of the headmaster. She gave him a small smile. A polite one which Harry returned.
"I don't think there are any issues with your application for the post of the Arithmancy professor, Miss Vector. Your qualifications aside, the fact that you have been personally referenced by Professor Robinson is enough for me to accept you at Hogwarts," Dumbledore intoned politely, and Harry's eyes bugged out. He stared at the woman who was apparently Professor Vector from his previous timeline, trying to compare this bloody bombshell of a woman to the plain-looking woman that she had become.
The difference was so stark that he had not even been able to recognize her at first. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that Professor Vector would've been such a looker in her youth. As Harry raked his eyes over her seated form, making sure his staring was not noticed, he discovered that she had one hell of a figure under the robes she was wearing. While they talked, he stood in shock at the revelation.
She looked to be in her mid to late twenties at most and there was nothing of this woman in her forty-something-year-old self.
It seemed he was a bit too lost in his thoughts as the sound of a chair sliding made him jerk slightly. He looked over and saw their discussion was over already.
"I shall move in shortly then, headmaster. Once again, thank you for this opportunity. It's been a dream since I was a student here," she bowed respectfully. Dumbledore smiled.
"And I wish you all the best and hope you have a fruitful career as a Hogwarts instructor. There are few ventures as worthwhile as teaching, in my very biased opinion."
The woman chuckled.
"I will take your word for it, headmaster. If you'll allow me then," she smiled. Dumbledore nodded and the woman turned around. They made eye contact once again and she smiled, the twin dimples on her cheeks affecting him more than he expected. He managed a small smile of his own and it took considerable effort for him to prevent himself from turning around and watching her walk out of the office. She did indeed have a body to kill for under those form-fitting robes.
Harry had no idea what had happened to her in the future (past?) that had transformed such a vivacious and alluring woman into an entirely unnoticeable one but one thing was for certain. He would do his best to ensure it didn't happen again.
Harry pushed the thoughts of Septima Vector out of his mind and climbed up the small staircase in front of the desk. He took his seat when prompted and looked at Dumbledore who, as he had been told, looked genuinely apologetic.
"It has come to my attention that you met a certain old friend of mine last evening?"
Harry simply nodded, coaxing a sigh from the old man.
"I believe I owe you an apology, Harry. When you are in a position such as mine, the lines are often blurred. Benjy undoubtedly told you already, but I would like to apologize for divulging a secret that was not mine to divulge."
Harry sighed. He knew there was nothing he could gain from arguing with Dumbledore. However, he couldn't not say anything either.
"I was disappointed when I got to know that you had told someone about me without even asking for my consent, sir," he said in the best disappointed tone he could muster, mentally thanking the man himself for teaching him. After all, few could convey their disappointment as effectively as the man sitting in front of him. His tone must've been spot on as Dumbledore bowed his head in apology once again. "I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone else about me, sir. It's not necessary, and I am trying to build a life here now. There is no need for people to know about my past or who I am. If I feel like it, I would tell those I want to. That is my decision."
"Perfectly understandable. I did extract an oath from Benjy so you don't need to worry about him. I shall surely take care never to mention it to anyone else," Dumbledore said. Harry nodded.
"Thank you, sir," he replied.
"I assume there is some purpose for your visit then?" Dumbledore asked, leaning back in his seat.
"I want some advice as to how I should proceed with this little issue we have in front of us," Harry said, to the old wizard's curiosity.
"What do you mean, Harry?"
"As you know, headmaster, when the movement gains traction, they will try to establish control over the government and the legislations that are passed," Harry began. "And given what we already know about the Death Eaters and who else would join that cause, we would need a voting bloc of our own."
"Go on," Dumbledore said with a nod.
"We already know, given how the previous war unfolded in my original timeline that our side was on the verge of losing. We will need all the advantages we could have, and perhaps the biggest one would be to have power in the government."
"You are talking about controlling the Wizengamot," Dumbledore mused.
Harry nodded.
"An alliance is the need of the hour, sir. Given how I am a Potter and not one of the main line, there is no way for me to join the Wizengamot. However, you are the Chief Warlock. You can gather likeminded houses behind you to counter them. I'm sure there are many houses in existence who would wholeheartedly support you in this endeavor."
"I thank you for believing that I have so much pull to amass so much power behind me, Harry," Dumbledore smiled before sighing softly. "However, I believe you are severely overestimating me."
"Sir?"
"It is indeed true that I can inspire a few individuals and several houses who would agree to follow me, but the number is very low for us to succeed. House Dumbledore has never been a member of the Wizengamot and the only reason I am even a member is due to my Order of Merlin. Ancient wizarding houses would never forge a formal alliance with a house that is on the verge of extinction, Harry," Dumbledore smiled.
Harry frowned at that. He had never thought about the future. He believed that the people would see the dangers they were about to face and form alliances eagerly to combat whatever came their way, but it seemed the way things happened was vastly different. It was indeed true that any wizarding family would hesitate when allying with a family that had no future. Dumbledore and Aberforth were the last remaining members of that family, none capable of having an heir, and their family would die with them.
"I do agree that your idea has merit, Harry," Dumbledore said, earning his attention once again. "However, what we need is the support of a house that has a hereditary seat on the Wizengamot."
"Do you have anyone in mind then?" Harry asked.
"There are a few individuals, Elphias Doge, Dedalus Diggle, and Tiberius Ogden to name a few, who wholeheartedly support me and they are the holders of hereditary seats on the Wizengamot. Alas, I don't believe they would be capable figureheads for an endeavor as ambitious as this," Dumbledore smiled gently. "However, I believe there is someone who could possibly assume that role."
"You know someone?"
"I am looking at him," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he chuckled, taking Harry by surprise.
"I'm not the heir to my family in this timeline, sir. The It belongs to James Potter. I am not going to be a usurper," Harry said firmly.
"You misunderstand me, Harry," Dumbledore said before he sighed. "Tell me, Harry. What do you know about House Potter's connection to House Peverell?"
Harry's eyes widened as he realized just what Dumbledore was getting at. He had had this idea himself but he was a bit reluctant to go ahead with it, both because of the unwanted attention he would get from the masses and the increased scrutiny it would put him under when it came to Dumbledore. However, if the old wizard himself was the one to propose this idea then perhaps it would be fine.
Holding his emotions firmly in check, Harry kept as casual a demeanor as he could.
"I did read about the members of that house in a children's book once," Harry began, intent on keeping the full knowledge he had about the Peverells and the Hallows under wraps. Dumbledore had not seen all his memories and thus, he had no way of knowing just how much he knew about them. "About those three mythical artifacts that Death supposedly gave the three brothers for their defiance. I used to think that it was a fictional house until I visited the Wizengamot chambers for the first time after the war cooled down. Don't tell me you think there's some connection between the Potters and the Peverells and you want me to use that connection to claim the lordship of the Peverell line."
Dumbledore nodded.
"I most certainly do, Harry, for the Peverells do have a hereditary seat on the Wizengamot. In fact, they were one of the pioneers of the foundation of Wizarding Britain, and as such, having that historical name associated with our cause would undoubtedly inspire many houses."
Harry listened to Dumbledore as he began to explain what he already knew, about how the last child of House Peverell – a daughter, married into House Potter, thereby combining the two family lines, and how it was a secret known to very few of those who were alive today.
"Considering you are truly the last of the Potter line, even though not in this timeline, you have full right to claim the lordship of House Peverell, Harry," Dumbledore informed him. "This is the best solution I see in front of us."
Harry remained silent as he acted to contemplate the proposal. In his mind, he had already decided that he was going to go ahead with it. The only reason he had not done this already was to keep Dumbledore's prying eyes away from him.
"Won't this attract all sorts of unsavory attention toward me, sir?" He chuckled weakly. Dumbledore smiled.
"I believe a little discomfort is worth it in the grand scheme of things. It isn't as if this would be something new for you, hm?"
Harry gave the old man an exasperated look, making him chuckle.
"Alright," he nodded. "I'll take up the lordship. What do I have to do for it?"
"Nothing much. All family rings are enchanted to be transported to the family vault in Gringotts, and only someone with a claim to the lordship can put the ring on."
"So I need to go to Gringotts and ask for the Peverell ring. What if I can't put it on?"
"Nothing," Dumbledore smiled. "You simply turn around and return here. We will think of something else."
"Really?" Harry asked. "Aren't the goblins very strict about not taking what's not yours and that sort of stuff?"
"You're not taking anything though, are you?" Dumbledore asked in amusement. "Contrary to popular belief, the goblins are not foolish creatures to punish someone just because someone tried to see if there was a possible claim. On contrary, they would be eager because it would mean a frozen vault would open and they would be able to put those galleons back into circulation. There are few things the goblins hate more than useful gold lying in a frozen vault."
Harry nodded in understanding. It seemed there were still several things about the Wizarding World that he knew little to nothing about.
"I'll visit Gringotts first thing tomorrow morning then," Harry replied, earning a nod from Dumbledore. He stood up and made to move before suddenly pausing. Turning back toward the headmaster, he asked, "Do you think those Hallows really exist, sir?"
Dumbledore regarded him with an even look, his expression or demeanor giving away nothing.
"It doesn't matter what I believe or what I don't Harry," he replied. "Whether they exist or not, I would advise you not to lose yourself in looking for them. In any case, I believe you shall know the truth when you take up the lordship."
Harry nodded with a sigh.
"I'll be taking your leave then. Have a good evening, sir."
"You too, Harry," Dumbledore nodded and watched as he walked out of the office. Once the door shut behind him, he sighed and looked down at his old wand.
He had won the Elder wand with this wand, and now he was back to using it. It had been two days since it had happened. He could never forget the sight of the Elder wand vanishing right from his grasp while he could do nothing but stare in shock. He had no clue what changed for the Elder wand to abandon him like that but he had a feeling that he won't be wielding that wand anymore.
He hoped it never fell into anyone's hands, but if it did, then perhaps Harry would be the best choice. He was a good lad at heart and he believed he would never abuse the power that came with it. Hopefully, the wand would return when he claimed the lordship of the House of Peverell. The last thing they needed was for it to fall into the hands of someone like Tom.
-Break-
Hands in his pockets and looking around nonchalantly, Harry walked along the corridor. As he passed the library, he found the door to the classroom nearest to it open.
It's the Arithmancy classroom, if I'm not mistaken, he thought, slowly walking forward. He had an idea who it could be and his hunch was proven correct when he looked inside.
The same ravenette was standing in the middle of the classroom, looking around. She was facing away from him so she had not noticed his arrival. Harry could not see her face but he was sure she was smiling as she took in the classroom that would soon be hers for decades.
He took a moment to take her in once again. She was wearing cream-colored robes with intricate frills along the fringes. Her hands were clasped in front of her and her dark hair was flowing down her back in lustrous waves, shining in the lamplight of the classroom. The robes hugged her shapely form nicely, accentuating the alluring curve of her rear from behind.
He put a swift end to his little staring session and cleared his throat, holding back a laugh when she jumped slightly and whirled around in surprise.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Harry said with a small smile. The woman took a few seconds to calm her breathing, hand over her heart, and smiled back.
"May I come in?"
She nodded and Harry walked in, looking around. He had never been in this classroom before, never having the reason to, but as he looked around, he realized why this was Hermione's favorite class. Even if he didn't consider her obvious interest in the subject, the classroom was very open with several large windows letting in the fresh air of northern Scotland. The runes that were laid around them made sure the temperature was regulated to provide the occupants with the nicest experience possible. It was very soothing and in his opinion, a very good environment to learn.
"All classrooms should be like this one," he remarked.
"I know, right?" She smiled. "I loved this class and this classroom. Professor Robinson was a brilliant instructor in her own right, but there is something very soothing about this classroom. Makes you want to learn."
Harry smiled as she kept gushing, and she must have spotted the look on his face as she blushed.
"I'm sorry, I don't think we've been introduced. Septima Vector, enchantress and soon-to-be the Arithmancy instructor at Hogwarts. You can call me Septima," she held her hand out and gave him a grin. Harry chuckled and took her hand.
"Harry Potter. You can call me Harry as well," he replied.
Septima smiled as she shook his hand.
"I doubt there's anyone in Wizarding Britain who won't recognize you now after the Prophet had its field day with you," she chuckled at the uncomfortable look on his face. "Not a fan of the fame, I take it?"
"It comes with baggage I could very much do without," Harry replied honestly. Septima nodded in understanding.
"I can imagine. Having your name associated with Dumbledore himself…"
Harry shrugged and sat down on the desk.
"What made you decide to become a professor here?" He asked casually, patting a spot beside him. Although surprised, Septima joined him and looked around.
"It's been my dream since my fourth year here," she said fondly. "I fell in love with the subject, so much so that I began my career as an enchantress to gain valuable experience in the subject."
"Necessary too, I reckon. Being a Hogwarts professor is a lot of responsibility," Harry agreed.
Septima nodded.
"I'd always intended to join Hogwarts as the Arithmancy professor and when I heard that Professor Robinson had decided to retire, I couldn't resist."
"I met her once in her final days here," Harry replied, recalling his small interaction with the aged witch when Dumbledore had introduced him to all the professors.
"It came as a surprise to many when they read that there was another Potter, you know? And one who the headmaster accepted as his apprentice."
"I'm from a cadet branch. No clue how separated from the main family, if I'm being honest."
She nodded.
"And you didn't go to Hogwarts. The Prophet did mention you were homeschooled."
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "It was an experience for sure."
"I can imagine," she replied. They sat in companionable silence for a while and Harry pondered on this small interaction. He had never talked this much with the Septima Vector of his timeline but according to Hermione, she was a very professional woman who did not have any interest in having a casual chat. She was in fact a very under-the-radar kind of woman, never standing out. However, this Septima Vector seemed to be a confident and expressive woman and Harry felt himself wanting to get to know her more. The fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous was just the icing on the proverbial cake.
"So," he began after a few seconds. "Excited to finally be able to teach at Hogwarts?"
For the first time, she gave him an uncertain smile. Harry looked at her curiously.
"To be honest, it's both exciting and daunting," she replied, looking straight ahead. "I've been a student and I know how hard it can be to deal with them. It requires a lot of patience and discipline to maintain your persona in front of so many young people. It's a bit nerve-wracking to think about it."
Harry understood wholeheartedly. He had been nervous as well when he had to instruct his fellow students back during his fifth year. Getting people to follow your instructions was a challenging task indeed. It wasn't as if you could have the knowledge and be able to manage it. Hermione was the prime example of that. She was probably the most knowledgeable of them all and yet she had never been able to instruct the students. They simply didn't listen to her.
Harry expressed the sentiment to her, earning a nod of agreement.
"Exactly," she replied. "And it makes me respect the teachers even more. Even though they have the power to deduct points or assign detentions to the unruly ones, they cannot abuse that privilege or else no one would respect them. And keeping your cool when teaching others is another challenging affair. You just cannot slip up and forget something when teaching people. It feels even more challenging for me since I'm going to be stepping into the shoes of one of the best Arithmancy professors Hogwarts has ever had."
Harry remained silent for a long moment as he pondered. Finally, he nodded to himself and looked at her.
"I might have an idea if you're interested," he said, earning a curious look from her.
"What is it?"
"I think you should use the time before Hogwarts starts to teach someone who doesn't know Arithmancy. Get some practice down so that you know how to approach this new career."
Septima's eyes narrowed slightly and she looked thoughtful.
"It could work," she nodded. "Do you know some one I can teach? I do have a niece but she'd be starting this year, and I don't think she'd be interested in learning an elective at that stage."
Harry chuckled. Indeed, not every eleven-year-old was like Hermione. He was sure she would've eagerly agreed to be a practice student.
"I'm sure she won't," he agreed. "I could help you out, if you're interested."
Septima looked at him in surprise.
"What?"
"Yeah," Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "I might be good at other subjects but unfortunately I'm pants at Arithmancy. You can say I'm at the level of any third-year student. All I know is that three, five, seven, eight, and thirteen are powerful magical numbers and they are the most used ones in magical rituals and runes. That's all."
"You're serious?" She asked. "Don't you have your own training or other stuff to do?"
"Not much, to be honest," Harry replied. "I can help you out with this little practice. Not a bother at all, if that's what you're thinking."
Septima stared at him for a long moment before she smiled.
"Okay then," she replied. Suddenly, her face took on a mischievous grin overtook her face. "Since you're going to be my first student, it's only fitting that you call me Professor when we have our practice sessions."
Harry snorted.
"Not even started and already asserting your authority, hmm?"
"Best assert your authority and show your students who's in charge. Don't worry, I know a few things," she smirked.
Harry rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "When do you want to get started then?"
"I'll be moving my stuff here by the end of the week. Once I'm settled here, we can get started. You too live here in the castle, right?"
"On the seventh floor, yes," he nodded. "It's a secret room though, so I'm afraid finding me there won't be possible."
"Oh? A bit extra secrecy? Something to hide, Mr. Potter?" She asked with a teasing grin. Harry quickly averted his eyes lest he lose himself to his temptation. Her smile was much sexier than he'd expected. He was surprised by how quickly they connected and how open they were with each other in only their first meeting. It oddly reminded him of his first interaction with Narcissa.
"Won't you like to know," he teased back with a smirk.
"Whatever," she waved her hand dismissively. "It's not as if we'll be having these sessions in your room. There's no way any place can be better than this lovely classroom."
"You'd like to believe that, won't you?" He laughed. She had no idea what his room here was capable of.
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.
"Nothing," Harry smirked and hopped off the desk. He glanced behind him at her. "I'll be seeing you soon then."
With a parting nod, Harry pushed his hands in his pockets and walked out of the classroom.
-Break-
Harry had his dinner in the kitchens where the excitable house elves welcomed him eagerly. Having eaten his fill, he thanked the creatures, getting slightly uncomfortable when they began gushing over him and how polite he was.
It was fairly late when he reached the corridor to his room and he saw, to his surprise, that a certain blonde was standing in front of the tapestry. Smiling, he walked closer. She looked up when she heard his footsteps and beamed at him.
"Harry," she said softly. Already knowing there was no one else in this part of the castle apart from them, Harry showed no restraint and firmly kissed her.
For her part, Narcissa was surprised only for a moment and she kissed him back with equal enthusiasm. She fisted the front of his shirt, pressing herself close to him as he reached behind her, squeezing her wondrous rear right in the middle of the corridor.
"I missed you," she whispered as she pulled back and Harry looked down at her face. He loved how flushed she looked and how swollen her lips were after being kissed by him.
"Come then," he smiled and walked in front of the wall. As the door materialized, he took her hand and led her in, shutting the door behind them where it vanished, leaving nothing but a solid wall behind them.
It seemed Narcissa wanted to waste no moment as she quickly pounced on him. Harry had only a second to brace himself as he let out a grunt and held her aloft. Her lips attacked his and her legs wrapped around his waist. Harry was all too eager to hold her aloft with his hands gripping her pert round ass.
Narcissa groaned into the kiss as she began to grind her center against his hardening member, feeling it grow against her hot wetness. She smiled into the kiss when he began walking.
Harry turned around and sat down on his bed, loving how excitedly Narcissa was grinding against him on his lap. His lips detached from hers, much to her disapproval. However, before she could voice it out, a loud moan of approval rang out of her mouth as he started to suck her neck hard.
"Ah yesss…"
Harry groped her tight round ass firmly, moving his hands with her movements as she continued to hump her clothed pussy over his clothed dick. It almost felt as if she was so frustrated with their little dry spell that she was forcing both him and herself to orgasm without going all the way.
He grabbed hold of her healer robes and easily pulled them over her head. Narcissa aided him as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and shook her head as he threw the clothing on the floor. Clad in only her black lingerie, she was a sinful vision.
Her lips met his once again and they kissed heatedly. Her panty-clad crotch rubbed his clothed erection as she began to grind herself against him once again.
Meanwhile, Harry slowly caressed the bare skin of her upper back. His fingers tugged at the straps of her bra before releasing, snapping them against her skin every now and then. Narcissa shivered under his soft touch, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin.
As Harry caressed her arms gently before dropping to her sides, she brought her thumbs under the straps of her bra and dragged them off her shoulders. Only the snap at the back held it firmly over her large tits and she giggled as Harry cupped her ass once again, caressing and pinching softly.
"Take it off," she whispered in his ear. Harry caressed her back as his hand trailed upward and he expertly unhooked her bra, taking it off and throwing it to the side. Narcissa looked at him and bit her lower lip seductively as she leaned forward again.
Harry's lips met hers once more as his hands dropped to her delectable tits. He pinched her nipples, tugging on them before cupping both her tits. Narcissa did nothing but let out a sexy laugh as she kissed him.
As Harry busied himself with enjoying the feeling of her lovely tits in his hand, Narcissa worked on his clothing. His upper body was bare in no time and he had to lift his ass so that she could undress him entirely. Pulling his legs out of his trousers, Harry kicked them away, now as naked as she was, apart from her wet knickers that were still on.
He caressed her tits, rubbing his thumbs over her aching nipples and Narcissa reached down, grabbing hold of his manhood. It was the first she had ever seen and the first she had touched, and she was very fascinated with it.
She was not a healer for nothing and even though she had never been intimate with someone before, she knew more than most. Harry hummed in approval when she started to stroke his dick.
Her head tilted to the side as she kissed him, enjoying how good his hands felt on her tits. However, she had something else in mind and very reluctantly, she grabbed his hands and pulled them off her tits, settling them on the bed right beside him.
Harry simply watched as she began to trail down his body. She started with his neck, sucking and kissing with passion and soon, she dropped to his chest. Her full lips descended, leaving a burning trail of raw passion over his skin until she was on his knees between his legs and looking up at him.
Harry saw her kiss the tip of his cock and giggle when it lurched. All he did was slowly caress her face, pushing her hair behind her ears and smoothing her blonde locks over her back. Narcissa giggled and properly got down on her knees. Her ass clad in nothing but a flimsy black lace raised high in the air as she held his prick in her left hand. Her right hand was on the floor, holding her in place and Harry watched on as she pushed her wet tongue out of her mouth and swirled it around the throbbing head of his cock. In no time, she had her sexy plump lips wrapped around the head and she started to bob her head back and forth, swirling her tongue around the upper half of his prick as she sucked him.
"Ah yesss…" Harry groaned, gently caressing her hair. His eyes alternated between the sight of her hot mouth wrapped around his cock to the way her sexy back arched, making that tight and round ass raise like that.
"Ah your mouth feels so good, Cissa," he groaned. Narcissa preened at the praise and began to move her mouth more enthusiastically over his prick. She had him halfway down in her mouth and she wanted to take him as much inside as she could.
Her tongue swirled around his veiny length inside her mouth as she sucked, relishing in the lewd sounds she was making. The wet smacking noises of his cock in her mouth made her hotter than she'd ever felt before.
She pulled his cock out of her mouth, gasping and breathing harshly as she gathered a copious amount of saliva and poured it out slowly over his length, rubbing her hand over it and making it slicker than it had been before. She started to furiously stroke him, all the while keeping her eyes trained on his face contorted in pleasure. It felt so good to have so much control over him.
"Am I doing good, Harry?" She asked in an eager voice and engulfed his cock with her mouth once again. The taste of her own spit over his cock was different but no less welcome.
"Very good, Cissa," Harry groaned as he gathered her hair in a messy bun, holding it on her head in a fist and slowly guiding her. Narcissa hummed around his length, taking more than half of his cock in her mouth. "You're doing so good, baby… fuck!"
Harry hissed as she reached up with the hand that had so far been on the floor and started to fondle his balls.
"Merlin, Cissa… I had no fucking clue you were so good…"
She pulled his cock out of her mouth and grinned.
"Only for you, Harry," she whispered promisingly. It was at that moment that Harry decided that getting rid of this pesky betrothal that had been forced on this woman was going to be his priority, fucking Voldemort and his Horcruxes be damned. He could take care of them after he was done with Lucius.
There was no way he was going to let her be bothered by that obnoxious fool any more than she had already been. She would be his and he would ensure it happened.
"I'm close, Cissa," he groaned as she furiously sucked him. Her hands stroked him and fondled his balls.
"I can feel so much cum in these," She groaned as she pulled back once again and started to stroke him hard and fast.
Harry grunted as he came, watching how the first shot landed right on her neck before she aimed the head of his cock on her chest. Load after load of his thick, potent seed splattered against her ivory chest, covering her entire front in hot, sticky cum. All the while, Narcissa kept looking at him with an erotic look on her face as she stroked him to completion.
Harry was left panting by the time he was done and he sat on the edge of the bed, watching how she wiped all the leftover cum from the head of his cock and rubbed her sticky hand over her tits. White strands of his seed trailed down her chest and over her breasts, into the valley of her luscious cleavage, and slithered over her belly.
The sight was so erotic that he could do nothing but chuckle in wonder.
"You, my dear, are brilliant," he muttered. Narcissa simply looked up at him from her spot between his legs and preened.
TBC.
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