The first stage of my plan for Fleur had come to completion, which left me quite satisfied. It was annoying that I needed to stay away from her for a while, until she could process the guilt and the pleasure she felt at the moment of her capitulation. The fact that her husband, rendered temporarily impotent with a select potion regiment, would be unable to touch her made things even easier. Even better, he needed to travel a lot due to his job, leaving Fleur at home, alone.
There would be no goodbye sex for him, not with his wife still filled with my seed.
Still, with Fleur left to wallow in her mind, I needed something else to do. Or someone, I corrected myself a second later. After all, my favorite bushy-haired bookworm was perfectly available. I wrapped my cloak around and apparated to the attic of Grimmauld Place once more. Kreacher appeared with a crack instantly, only to bow respectfully without a word. I pulled my head free from the invisibility cloak and gave him a nod in appreciation before continuing my trek downward. Kreacher was a nasty critter towards the people he hated, and extremely helpful to people he respected, no matter how morally dubious their actions. A perfect elf for a family like Blacks.
It was late in the night, which was why I was surprised when I saw the Golden Trio in the living room, having a massive row. Admittedly, I should have expected it. By removing the amulet from Mungundus' hold, I had destroyed the only clue they had to find a Horcrux, leaving them more directionless than a headless chicken. And the fact that Hermione, who usually took the lead as the voice reason and understanding, was frazzled with the magically-enhanced arousal she was suffering didn't help any. Especially since she couldn't even think to resolve it with Potter or Weasley. A delicious situation all around.
The fight lasted almost for an hour, which I listened attentively despite feeling bored. It ended, not because they managed to resolve it, but when Hermione threw her hands up in frustration and walked back to her room, leaving the boys to their own devices. They continued their fight, but I couldn't care less about their argument, so I followed Hermione, managing to slip inside her room before she locked the door.
It was a treat to watch her undress, each little motion filled with anger and frustration, the clothes flying off her, more than one piece torn. But she didn't show the slightest concern, instead, throwing herself to her bed back first, her legs already parted open. One of her hands found her tits, mauling mercilessly, the other teasing the circle around her clit, and soon, her cries rose unbidden. It was a beautiful sight, so I just watched her play with herself until she had one of her fake climaxes. Fake because the curses over her didn't allow for a real climax, keeping her high strung despite the waves of pleasure that spread through her body. The only exception was her dreams, influenced by my spell, starring only me as the main role. I was curious how she would react in our first real-world encounter.
Unfortunately, I had another pseudo-dream for tonight's entertainment. I waited until she started to tremble in a rough climax, only to nail her with an underpowered stunner, followed by a confundus to make her believe it was just a dream. A few carefully curated spells, and the room was radically different. She was still lying in the bed, but this time, it was larger, with four posters, and green silk curtains. The room was interlaced with the illusion of another, thematically like Slytherin common room, only more opulent, with transparent silk curtains and flickering lights. But those didn't compare to the fact that her arms and legs were tied down with silk ropes, again green and silver, charmed to prevent any bruising in case she struggled.
Only after making sure that there were no signs remained that might clue her that we were still her room, I removed my invisibility cloak and enervated her. Her eyes fluttered open, only to grow in shock. "You're finally awake, Miss Granger," I whispered in an erotic, inviting tone. I know it worked, because she shivered with each word, overcome with the pleasure. I was glad to see that my scheme was working even better than I had hoped.
"Malfoy," she said angrily, or at least in a manner she intended to come across as angry, but with her arousal added, it was more like a second-rate actress, trying to feign anger. It was interesting to see that even in her dream, or what she thought as a dream, she was still trying to deny the attraction that was clawing her heart. "What are you doing here?"
"Why, Miss Granger, don't you remember. You've been captured, and I decided to take you as my reward." As I spoke, I walked towards her, standing above her as the last words left my mouth. I let my gaze trail her body, drinking her naked deliciousness. It was an amazing sight, her toned body, bathed in the flickering lights of the room. Truly delicious.
"Go to hell, Malfoy," she spat, her anger momentarily overcoming her arousal in my dismissive attitude. It didn't annoy me, it just excited me more. After all, she wouldn't be fun if she folded under the slightest bit of pressure.
"Gladly, my dear," I answered, dragging my finger gently over her cheek until it touched the edge of her lips, then pulled away, watching as her mouth opened reflexively, her tongue darting out for a moment, begging for a kiss.
"So be it, you bastard!" she exclaimed. "Do whatever you want." It would have been a good ultimatum, the pure princess declaring that she was above the bodily concerns, pitying the villain. But that effect was spoiled by a few small details. First, her mouth was forced open by her quickened breathing, trying to cool down her arousal. The second was her eyes, filled with desire, examining my body like she was trying to devour my body. The last, and the most damning was her core, shining wet under the arousal.
"You misunderstand me, Miss Granger, I will not do anything," I said, and her expression crushed like a child that learned the Santa wasn't real. "Anything you don't allow me beforehand," I corrected my statement, and arousal returned to her body, this time a dash of guilt with it. Even in a situation she thought as a dream, consenting to my attention was a heart-wrenching decision for her.
I decided to make the decision easier for her. I put my finger on her neck, slowly dragging down, passing the valley between her delicious breasts without any detour towards her peaks. "You didn't ask permission for that," she said vindictively, inordinately glad that she had caught such a small detail.
"Apologies," I answered with an overdone modest voice. "Should I go away and leave you alone," I said, standing up, readying myself to leave her alone. It wasn't a bluff either, if she said go away, I would have gone away. After all, I still had Narcissa to fulfill my needs, unlike her, who will continue to burn with arousal. But as I expected, no answer came other than a deep blush, and I sat down next to her once more, continuing my trek from where I left off. I traced her belly, drawing large, lazy circles around her navels before moving onto her thighs. The whimper that rose unbidden from her lips as I skipped her slit, but she was still above begging.
She had managed to stay above begging for five more minutes as I focused on her inner thighs, making passes closer and closer to her nether lips, but never touching. "Please," she murmured at last, or it would be more accurate to say she moaned, but somehow managed to pack an actual word into her wordless gasp of desperation.
"Please, what?" I said, looking at her with a smug smile. "I am not sure what you are expecting of me, Miss Granger, but I can't read your mind. I'm afraid you need to be clearer."
She looked at me, undecided for a while before her expression shifting serious. "Please," she whispered. "Please make me cum."
"My pleasure, Miss Granger," I answered and my hand did another pass over her inner thigh, but this time, it took a detour and grazed her nether lips. The cry of pleasure that left her mouth was nothing less than a small miracle. My fingers danced around her clit, and she cried, each echo boosting my own pleasure deeper. Like with Fleur, I wanted to dismiss all of my plans, focusing solely on the pleasure of assaulting her mercilessly, only the memory of my enjoyment as I took Fleur over her husband's sleeping body kept me back. Just like that, I wanted to wait until she was ready to surrender to me bodily, unaware that I had no intention to be satisfied with nothing less than the possession of her soul.
However, this didn't mean I wasn't entitled for a taste. I pulled my hand, only to earn a disappointed yelp, but I was already in my new position between her legs, enough to smell her musky arousal. "Malfoy, what are you doing-ggg," she started asking, only for her words to devolve into an intelligible mess with a touch of my tongue, proving how backed up she was. I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
Instead, my heart was filled with a dark joy as she tried her best to destroy her bindings, but no word of protest about her treatment reached her lips. Still, my enjoyment was short-lived, as shortly after the start, her body started bucking, her arousal flowing free around my tongue. She was more than ready for the next stage of my attention, I decided as I righted myself, only to see her collapsed unconscious, a serene expression on her face.
"God damn it," I murmured as I started the mission of dispelling my surroundings until only thing remained was her naked figure, lying in her bed. I could have enervated her, but decided otherwise. After all, we had more than enough time together, and I could make her pay for this insolence, however involuntarily, the next time.
The next day, I found myself having little to do. There was still a few days for school to start, allowing me to have some real progress in my plans without Voldemort's attention. Even with the Snape and the other Death Eaters, the school was a vast, unbounded place, and there was little limit of my actions, especially in the Slytherin Dorm, where the teacher presence was non-existent for all intents and purposes.
Then I remembered one beautiful detail. Hermione and Fleur might have been out, but there was still Narcissa to have some fun with. And fun, I was going to have, I decided as I walked towards her room. I was half-surprised not to catch her masturbating in her bed, as it was getting exceedingly common as each passing day removed a bit more of her sense of shame.
"Draco," she purred in satisfaction. "I wasn't expecting for you to visit today."
"Do I need a permit to visit my beautiful mother," I answered, watching in satisfaction as she blushed under the compliment. It was nice to see the words carrying a weight even after all those encounters. Even more welcome was the way she reached her robe, loosening it already. "No need to hurry up, mother," I said, placing my hand over hers, halting her movement. "I realized that we are spending most of our time in a certain kind of way." She blushed, as it wasn't really hard to deduce I was referring to the mind-blowing sex we were having. But with it, came a bit of fear, one I was happy to see. "So I decided we are going to have an outdoor date, complete with a shopping expedition."
"But…" she murmured, only fall silent, her face thick red. I could have completed the sentence but chose not to, watching her wallow in her shyness, trying to utter the sentence. It was puzzling to me how she could feel shy speaking about the things we were doing while she was more than happy to do in bed, but it didn't prevent me from enjoying the struggle on her face. "But, we won't be able to be intimate," she managed to say at the end.
"No worries," I said, dragging my hand over her face. "After all, we're going out for the muggle London, and I'm sure we won't meet anyone that knows us."
"But they are filthy barbarians," she answered automatically, an expression of revulsion on her face.
"Come on, mother. Have you ever been to Muggle London."
"Once," she murmured. "But everywhere was so noisy and crowded, I was only able to stand for it for a few minutes."
I chuckled. "Don't worry, the place I'm going to bring you will be better." She nodded, and I raised my wand, transfiguring her robe into a modest blouse and a medium length skirt, shifting my clothing alongside with hers. She checked herself in the mirror, clearly unsatisfied. To be fair, it wasn't my best work, as there was no real need for it as well, considering our initial target. "Don't worry about your clothing, our first stop is a department store where we'll find something much sexier to you," I said, caressing her leg for emphasis. Then, before she could say anything else, I grabbed her hand and apparated us to a side street near the city center. I had no fear of being noticed by muggles, because I had already set up a small bubble there in a previous visit, reinforced by defensive wards and notice-me-not charms.
"What do you think," I asked her as we walked through the streets, not really crowded since it was still working hours.
"It's better than my previous visit," she murmured in fascination. "The buildings are much taller, and everything looks nicer." She looked at the surroundings, her attention caught by the dresses on the store windows. "Such colorful dresses," she murmured. Her fascination with the dresses was understandable. While somehow the muggle fashion for underwear had permeated to the magical world, the same couldn't be said for the dresses. Ugly robes still reigned supreme. A disgrace, in my opinion, as the magical world had so many spectacular women, that it was a crime to hide them from the sight.
"It's nice to see you enjoy it, mother," I said even as I sneaked my hand around her waist, pulling her tight, noting the way she happily merged to my body, showing that she had lost even the slightest concern about our prolonged intimacy. It was good because it meant that I could push her even further.
Wordless, we walked through the upscale streets of London, affluent stores and people flowing on both sides, until we came to a stop in front of a store that displayed a range of evening dresses on its windows. None of them sported any price tag, but I knew that even the cheapest one cost in four figures. A sum that would be a concern for the most cases, especially with the exorbitant conversion ratio between galleon and pound. But I found a good solution. A nighttime visit to Latin America, to the compound of a mid-level drug lord, invisible. A few careful applications of the Imperius and I was richer by ten million, and an overpowered obliviate ensured that there was no sign of my presence.
Normally, using that money would be a huge problem, considering I had no income in the muggle side to explain the money. But, goblins were always ready to assist me in that kind of issues, for a hefty fee of forty percent. A different kind of robbery for sure, but it was worth it considering it provided me with a perfect paper trail for the money, including establishing a company which I could use for my further investment needs. And currying favor with Goblins through bringing them the additional business was always a welcome detail.
We walked inside the store, and one of the salespeople moved towards us, an obvious distaste in her face, assuming that we were not likely to afford anything based on the state of our clothing. I flashed a card towards her, and she continued her walk, but the expression on her face much more schooled now. An Amex Centurion was almost magical in its presence, after all.
"How can I help you," she said, her enthusiasm boundless now that she was aware of my bottomless pockets, signifying a significant commission.
"We are looking for some cocktail dresses," I answered before Narcissa could even speak.
"Of course, this way please," she said, leading us to the second floor, where a nice waiting room was waiting for us with a comfortable looking sofa and a table piled with light refreshments. I sat down, sipping some sparkling water as Narcissa stepped towards the multitude of dresses that rested on the hangers, each more elaborate than the last. The sales assistant moved with her, and they started a long discussion about the cuts, fabrics, and other aspects of the dresses. I said nothing, content to watch Narcissa switching through a set of dresses, each sexier than the last.
I left them at peace, just occasionally commenting on her choices as she cycled through them, her face bright with excitement, though I picked my comments very carefully. The first dresses she picked was quite conservative, long, flowing skirts, closed backs, almost nonexistent cleavages… In other words, barely better than a robe.
But after select comments, encouraging her to experiment, her choices started to get interesting. Even more interesting was her face, a delicious contradiction of panic, shame, excitement, and arousal, the mixture getting stronger inversely with the amount of skin that was covered by her dress.
Soon, she came to the end of the pile she selected, the ones she chose creating a smaller, yet still sizeable, pile, and during that, I picked some new clothes for myself as well, jeans and a light colored shirt. "They are so beautiful," she murmured in excitement as she looked at the carefully packaged dresses, her imagination running wild.
"They are only beautiful on you, Narcissa," I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her neck, enjoying the way she melted on my arms, halfway there due to all the excitement she built up by trying an increasingly revealing set of clothes. I passed a dress to her and whispered. "Why don't you try this one as well."
"Of course," she answered, and walked to the dressing room before even checking the dress. I watched behind, waiting for her to close the door, fully intending to follow her as soon as I made sure the assistant wasn't around.