Chapter 12

Harry gave Cissa a small smile as she came out of the goblin's office who managed the Malfoy account.

"All done?"

"All done. All the Malfoy fortune is now in my hands. They were very sorry to hear about Lucius' demise, but agreed to keep it quiet until we decide to announce it to the press, for a fee, of course."

"Good old goblins."

"I made a tiny little fund for Draco, just so he doesn't notice that he can no longer withdraw funds. Not until the time is right to announce I'm your mistress." Narcissa mentioned off-handedly.

They'd had to discuss what to do with Draco. Narcissa had asked him to let the boy live, which Harry had agreed to, unless he took the Dark Mark. "I don't want you thinking I care about him beyond wanting him alive," Narcissa had warned him as they lay in bed, legs entwined. "Lucius twisted his mind, and he has long since stopped talking to me, but if he becomes a threat to you, end him. I can't bear the thought of you being hurt because I asked you to not kill him." Then she'd sucked him off - he'd noticed that whenever she was concerned about him being unconvinced of the depth of her feelings, she'd suck him off, no matter how much he tried to assure her he was fine. In the end, it seemed easier to just cum down her throat than argue - a big load in her stomach seemed to calm her down.

"Good idea. Hoods up." Their hoods protected their identities as they stepped into the Gringotts lobby and out into Diagon Alley. Harry led her, hand in hand, to one of Diagon Alley's side streets, the Carkitt Market that tourists liked for the elaborate Victorian iron that over-hung the market - while one was still outdoors, it made it feel like you were indoors, and the flickering golden lamps gave it a cosy feel. They stepped past the tourists taking photos.

"Americans." Narcissa sniffed, only to squeal as Harry pinched her bottom.

He led her inside Madam Mertens, a small jewellery shop. Once, Tom Riddle had purchased a heart-shaped pendant from this place. He'd laden it with curses and gifted it to an old woman who he wanted dead - it boiled her heart until it exploded. Heart-warming, literally, Harry thought with a wry smile. Death had long since stopped bothering him. Sharing his mind and memories with a megalomaniacal psychopath had its downsides, but, he thought, as his hand dropped to palm Narcissa's bountiful bum, it had its perks too.

"Greetings, my lord, my lady." Madam Mertens greeted them, showing no discomfort at their hooded appearance.

"Greetings, Madam. Forgive the hoods, it is not meant as a slight against you, we're sure you are most discrete." Harry said.

"Then no forgiveness is needed." She smiled. "How can I help you?"

"I will require a beautiful diamond pendant for this beautiful lady."

"My love?" Narcissa startled, surprised.

"It will need the full works. Protection against charms, curses, and the like, as powerful as you can make it." Enchanting was not an area Tom had ever researched, sadly.

"Of course, my Lord. I have just such an item in the back, let me get it for you. It is quite special." She disappeared and Narcissa turned to him, unable to hide her delighted smile.

"My Lord, you don't need to spend on me, for you already hold my heart and my soul." She said, and Harry's smile twitched - he did enjoy it when she played the perfect Pureblood lady, especially in bed. It allowed him to play the blue-collar cad, the half-blooded rogue with no skill at romance, who she only kept around because he fucked her so good.

"I would like you to wear it, naked in my bed, so I can watch my cum drip from it onto your tits." He said crassly, watching her flush red, humiliated. Then, he squeezed her ass and whispered into her ear. "Actually, I want my love to know how I adore her, and so she could look at it every day and know I'm thinking of her, wherever I am."

She melted into him, touching his face, eyes tearing up.

"And I also don't want her to feel left out when I buy a lot more pretty things, to be given out to my prospective pets, to more easily part their legs." Harry said truthfully.

"Diamonds are the only way to a girl's maidenhood." Narcissa quipped. She rested her head against his shoulder. "I can't wait to get you home, my love. I feel the need to show you how much I treasure you, each and every second."

He pulled her in closer. "If you're a good girl, we'll stop off at Lucy Lilac's Shop of Intimate Luscious Little Things, and you can show me in the dressing room."

Narcissa's smile widened, her manicured hand slipping down to caress his cock through his robes. "I want to blow you so bad, Master." She whispered. "Do you want me to beg?"

Harry coughed loudly as he saw Mertens coming back, and Narcissa's hand slipped away.

"Here we are." The Madam presented a beautiful diamond pendant - it glimmered in the light, and Narcissa let out a gasp.

"It's perfect." Harry said. "I'll take it."

Narcissa stepped forward. "My Lord will also have ten other items of your choosing - rings, necklaces, bracelets, pendants - diamonds aren't necessary. They can be assortments of rubies, sapphires, whatever looks good and doesn't cost too much."

Madam Mertens couldn't hide her surprise, but as she bustled off to get everything, Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" Narcissa said, in mock affront. "Hogwarts sluts don't need diamonds. They'll part their legs at even a hint of good taste. They're too young to know better."

"I'll take another of those diamond pendants, too, if you have one." Harry called out loudly.

At Narcissa's raised eyebrow and displeased smile, Harry laughed. "It's for Helena, when she arrives. I'd like you to have matching pendants, so that when I cover you both in my load, I can't even tell you apart."

"Oh, you're so bad to me." Narcissa swatted at his arm, pretending to scowl, but she couldn't hide her smile.

"Have you made any progress?"

Narcissa nodded. "Karkaroff has invited me to see Durmstrang after I said I might move Draco there. I'll go next week and see if I can find her, talk to her."

"Don't let me down." Harry ordered, and watched as her back straightened and she nodded at the order. He'd need to experiment, when he had more girls, on what the bond did to them - it seemed, to Narcissa at least, to make them enjoy taking orders.

As Madam Mertens came back with his trinkets, he smiled, imagining each of them adorning the his new pets, his harem. Soon, he thought, he'd have so many girls he could start testing the depths of the bond.

***

After enjoying his morning with Cissy, Harry appeared back in Hogwarts in time for lunch, thankful he'd only skipped Hagrid's class. Hagrid would never pull him up for it - in truth, Hogwarts classes didn't hold much lure for him, now he had Tom's knowledge in his brain. It was like kindergarten, now. The Great Hall was almost silent as he walked in, and Harry knew immediately something had happened.

He settled down next to Ron, who was stuffing his mouth as usual.

"Hey, mate, where were you?"

"Ah, wasn't feeling well, went to the Ward. Think I ate one of Fred and George's dodgy chocolates or something. Feeling better now." Harry lied easily.

Ron nodded, and Harry was once again amazed about how easy it was to maintain his friendships. Was it just guys didn't care, or was Ron just not really a good friend? Harry couldn't talk, he supposed - he didn't care about Ron, either, all that much.

"What happened, why's the Hall so quiet?"

Ron winced. "Ernie's dad. He was killed last night. Dark Mark above their house. Ernie's in bits, won't come out of his room."

Harry's blood ran cold. "Fuck." The Macmillan's were part of the Sacred Twenty Eight families, it was a serious thing to kill the Patriarch.

"Yeah. Avada'd his dad and his aunt, apparently. His Mum was away in Europe, luckily."

"The wards?"

"Smashed through. They were cheap. Not Gringotts wards, you know? Apparently they weren't as rich as people thought they were."

The Sacred Twenty Eight were historic, not all of them wealthy. There'd been rumors the Macmillans had made some bad investments over the years.

Harry bit his lip. If Voldemort had started up again, he needed to move quickly. He was glad he'd arranged with Gringotts to ward the Greengrasses when Narcissa had been in her meeting. "But why them? They weren't even that close to Dumbledore."

Ron gave him a funny look. "Don't know why. Probably to scare Amelia Bones - the Macmillans made a large donation to her election campaign last week."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. Amelia Bones would be bad news for Tom. He shook his head and penned a quick note to Cissa to arrange for a food basket and some flowers to be sent to the Macmillans, along with a card. He needed to start re-establishing these relationships, if he was going to bring back the Potter clan to the forefront of British society.

He ate slowly, barely listening to Ron droning on about the cannons, instead scanning the Great Hall. He needed power, quickly, if he was going to match up against Tom. How many girls would it take? A hundred? A thousand? Cho nodded subtly at his gaze. Daphne ducked her head. Hermione avoided it. Katie blushed. So many sluts, so little time. Susan walked towards him, frowning.

"Harry." She said sharply.

"Susan." His smile was unreturned.

"My auntie wants a chat. Can you do it now? She's in Hogwarts already, to speak to Ernie."

"Of course." He floundered, eyebrows raised. What would Amelia want with him?

Susan walked away, and Harry just watched her, enjoying the sight of her long legs in that little yellow plaid skirt, highlighted by those thigh-high Huffepuff yellow stockings. She turned.

"I meant now, Harry." Susan scowled.

"Oh, right, yeah." Harry scampered out of his seat, clearing his throat awkwardly. "After you."

She turned and walked, leaving Harry rubbing the back of his head. Clearly, no matter how many times he fucked Narcissa into a stupor, it wouldn't make him a total maestro with the ladies. Something to work on.

Amelia was waiting for him in a unused classroom, her face even sterner than usual. She was alone, which Harry thought was unusual - he'd expected her to be accompanied by a pair of Aurors. That meant this was probably an election chat — the one that he'd been preparing for with Narcissa.

"Lord Potter, it's good to see you."

"And you too, Lady Bones. Please, call me Harry." Harry resisted rolling his eyes. Did they really have to do this same song and dance every time they met? Susan too, had crossed her arms, barely stopping herself from tapping her foot as she stood by the door.

"In that case, call me Amelia. Harry, I'm sure you've heard the news by now."

Harry nodded, wearing what he hoped was a sympathetic face. He did feel bad for the boy, but he didn't know if that actually came across. Death wasn't the shock it used to be, not when you had a thousand memories of murdering people. "I have - how awful. How's Ernie holding up?"

Amelia grimaced. "Not well. Informing the next-of-kin is my least favorite part of the job. I don't usually have to do it, but, you know, Sacred Twenty Eight."

"Of course. Do we know why they targeted the Macmillans?"

Amelia sighed. "Almost certainly to scare me off running for Minister. It's not going to work. We've almost finished with Fudge - two weeks from now, and he'll be out of the job. Then, Ministry will call for a snap election. It'll be between me and Cartwright - he's a pencil pusher, but he's popular with the Dark. Keep our children safe, cut the taxes, cut the regulations, that sort of thing."

"And you want my support?" Harry guessed. Amelia looked at him with appreciative eyes.

"We have a chance to do a lot of good, Harry. We both know how big of a threat the Dark Lord is. Working together, we have a chance to fight back."

"What if it's not the right time to fight back?"

Amelia frowned. "You don't believe that. I saw you fight. Susan's told me a lot about you. Come on, I'm not naive, I can play the game - tell me what you want in exchange."

Harry actually did believe that - he needed a much bigger harem to fight back against Tom, and he would have been quite happy not escalating things until he did. But, if the Ministry and Amelia could keep him busy until he was ready…

"I need inheritance tax wiped out, I want to be named an official Ambassador of the British Isles, I need to be given an Apparition license. In return, I'll speak at your campaign announcement, Prophet interview, the works. Also, I want two hours in the Department of Mysteries."

Amelia didn't look fazed. "No chance in the Department of Mysteries, even I don't get that. Ambassador, done. License done. Inheritance tax, just for yourself or for everyone? I can't do for everyone, that's a non-starter, even if the Purebloods would love it, we'd lose so much money."

Harry winced. "If it's just wiped for me, it'll kill me if someone finds out."

"They won't." Amelia promised. "It's not the first time we've done something like this. Is the tax really that bad?"

"They're going to charge fifteen percent to an orphan inheriting his family riches?"

"Aren't you Emancipated already? You act like it." Amelia said, eying his Acromantula silk robes, embroidered with his family seal.

"Yes, but the tax hits when I hit the age of majority, even though I'm emancipated already. It turns out that having the Tri-Wizard contract emancipate contestants makes the financial side of things very confusing, who knew? I'm having to pay Gringotts a fortune just to read all the Ministry documents."

Amelia shook her head. "Just part of the bureaucracy I'm going to sweep away. Do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal." Harry was glad he'd talked this possibility through with Narcissa - she'd told him what to ask for. They shook hands.

"And if Cartwright asks for a meet?" Amelia narrowed her eyes as she asked.

"Then I'll be very delayed in replying." He promised.

"Pleasure doing business with you, my Lord." Amelia smiled, a shark like smile.

"Before you go," Harry withdrew a vial containing his Pensieve memories, memories of his first four years and his encounters with Voldemort. "Here are my memories of my first four years, including proof that Sirius Black, my godfather, is innocent. He never had a trial and he was immediately thrown in Azkaban. Peter Pettigrew was my parent's Secret Keeper, and it is Peter Pettigrew who recently revived the Dark Lord. Review those memories, see what you make of them, but know this; if Sirius Black is not declared innocent in the next two weeks, our whole deal is off - that's how strongly I feel about this."

Amelia swallowed, hard, eyes narrowing as she took the vial slowly, the silence mounting. "He really had no trial?"

"Really." Harry said shortly.

"Heads will roll."

"All those heads have long since rolled, I believe."

"The Ministry will have to make a restitution fee."

"Little consolation to the Lord Black."

Amelia swore under her breath. "I'd forgotten he was Lord Black. The Black name coming back. That will make waves."

"That's the other condition."

Amelia growled. "Pushing your luck here, Harry."

"You won't mind this one, promise. If Lord Black were declared legally dead, then well, the next heir would stand to benefit."

"And," She said sardonically. "I'm guessing the next heir is not Draco Malfoy."

Harry smiled slowly. "You're right."

"You're some piece of work, Harry." Amelia shook her head, but she was laughing. Behind her, Susan was looking on with wide eyes.

"We both know what it takes to protect an Ancient family, how Britain stands on the shoulders of the few, keeping the Ministry and the economy alive."

"Others will never understand how fragile the Wizengamot is." She nodded. "Is that why you're collecting votes?"

"Our fight won't take place in a duel, Amelia. We both know that."

Her eyes flitted to Susan. "That will make your marriage a difficult choice."

Harry cleared his throat. "It's going to be a difficult choice, and not just for me, but let's move on. Do I have your agreement?"

She pursed her lips. "How am I going to get away with both pardoning Black and declaring him dead?"

"Get the Prophet to declare him dead this week publicly, do it legally in the background, pardon him next week and the week after, he can make his big entrance into society."

"And then what? He can just get us to rescind our decision to declare him dead."

Harry nodded. "And you can wrap that process up in so much paperwork that he gives up and just lets his beloved godson hold the position? After all, why would an old playboy want to sit in the Wizengamot anyway. He won't need the money with the Ministry's kind offer of restitution, and he always hated his family."

Amelia whistled. "I'm glad you're on our side, Potter. Are you watching, Susie? This is the kind of shit you have to deal with in politics."

"I...I had no idea." Susan seemed shocked. "You're really different, Harry."

Harry smiled thinly. He hoped he hadn't hurt his chances with her. "Do me a favor, Amelia. When you watch those memories, bring Susan with you. I want her to see this."

Amelia looked skeptical but nodded. "Susan, Floo back home tonight, we'll watch them together. Harry, are we done?"

"Almost. Umbridge — do you know what her game is? She's acting even more unhinged than when she came to Hogwarts."

The older woman sighed. "Fudge installed her in Hogwarts to keep an eye on Dumbledore and to stop any rumors of the Dark Lord being alive to spread. But with him being so visible at the Greengrasses, and with the Greengrasses being alive, thanks to you, Fudge's whole plan fell apart."

"And Umbridge cast her lot in with Fudge long ago, which means—"

"When Fudge goes, Umbridge is done. She burned a lot of bridges on her way." Amelia smiled triumphantly.

"As soon as you're Minister?"

"The very same day."

"Perfect. We're done." Harry confirmed. "Don't worry, I'll put up my end of the bargain. I'll make you Minister. I know the story is out there, but can you leak the nitty-gritty details of the Greengrass attack?"

"Already done." Amelia smirked. "The Prophet will have you front and center tomorrow, fighting Voldemort."

"You were confident I'd back you, huh?" Harry grinned.

"We're on the same side. I'd be proud to call the Potter family an ally."

"And I would fight alongside a Bones anyday."

Amelia gently slid the vial of memories into her bag and snapped it shut. "Alright, back to the grind. Susan, be good. Harry, well, maybe you should try it, too."

He grinned. "I'll try." With that, she was gone, and Susan moved to follow.

"Wait, Susan."

"What do you want, Harry?" She said tiredly.

"Look, I just wanted to say, I'm sorry about what you saw, with Hannah."

Susan scowled. "It doesn't matter to me what you do with that slut."

"Don't say that." Harry said gently. "She's your best friend. My offer's still open. Don't you want to spend your life with a friend?

"Harry, we're...we're too young."

"Are we? We're at war. If not now, then when? When the war is over? When will that be?" She looked nervous, unable to meet his eyes. "Otherwise, you'll be swapping cum with some stranger in an old man's bed, in a political marriage, just so you can keep the Light side whole. I'm offering you real power, alongside your best friend and me." He took her chin in his hands, made it so she had to look at him, so he could see the turmoil in those beautiful green eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her, and for a second she kissed him back, before she suddenly pulled away.

"Susie," He said suddenly. "I'm offering you Lady Potter. Imagine what you could do."

Susan looked doubtful, running her hand through her hair. "Is that what you told Hannah to get in her knickers?"

Harry retreated, scowling. "Is that what you think of me? I'm hurt. I'm not that kind of guy." He lied. That was pretty much exactly what he'd done.

"Isn't it? I just saw you talking to Amelia, asking for some pretty cut-throat things."

"Is it anything your Aunt wouldn't do? You want to get into politics too - are they things you wouldn't do? Do me a favour, before you judge me - watch those memories. See what I'm fighting against, what I've had to deal with. Ask yourself who will be the one to kill Voldemort, in the end. Because newsflash, it'll be me. It's always been me, so excuse me if I have to do what it takes to get what I need to fight him, because nobody's ever given it to me. And, for your information, Hannah begged me to fuck her." Harry said heatedly.

"Alright, alright." Susan held her hands up. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sure you didn't lie to her, she really wanted you, I know."

Harry took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, too." They sat in an awkward silence for a moment, before Harry felt Dobby hovering to his side. Dobby was offering him one of the necklaces he'd bought earlier.

"Listen, I want you to have this." He gave her the jewellery box, opening it so she could see the large ruby gem hanging from the gold necklace.

She gaped at him. "Harry, it's beautiful...but, I, I can't take this. This is for a wife or something."

"It's for you. No matter what you decide. I picked it out especially for you, to match your hair." He lied, turning her around by the hips and placing it around her neck, taking the opportunity to stare into her deep cleavage. Merlin, she had incredible tits - a serious hourglass figure. Hannah's tits were much bigger, but Susan had a classic movie star figure, with her long redheaded waves down past her shoulders, and those hips that swayed. Like Jessica Rabbit in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Harry had watched it from behind the sofa one night, afraid to laugh in case the Dursley's saw him.

"Love me, hate me, just wear it. It's a token of my affection for you, but it'll also keep you safe from minor charms and curses. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt." He kissed her on the cheek, wrapped his arms around her waist. "Remember, I can't wait forever. I'll give you the world, you just have to say yes."

***

He went immediately back to the Great Hall, capturing Colin Creevey as he left the Hall.

"Colin!" Harry said with false cheer. This fucking kid annoyed him so much.

"Harry! How was your summer? I didn't get a chance to say hi at the secret meeting. Can I bring my camera next time? Oh, we probably don't want photos of the secret meeting, I won't-"

"Colin." Harry shook him to make him stop. "You know how you take a billion photos of me?"

"Well, I mean, I take a few, I'm not, like, a harasser or paparazzi, you know, I just like to document-"

"No, Colin. I need them. I mean, I need all the ones you have of me and Hermione over the years, can you do that? You can keep the originals, obviously."

"Ah," Colin said wisely. "Girl troubles, am I right? I'm in a similar spot myself, actually, you know Ginny Weasley? Perhaps you could put in a good word for me, sometime, I'm not quite as brave as you-"

"Yes, yes! Fine. Good. I'll talk you up to Ginny. Can you just put them on my bed, make sure nobody sees you put them there, cover them up with the blanket, okay? Yes?"

"Well, okay, but in terms of the photo compositions, are you looking for symmetrical or asym-"

"Perfect, you're the best, Colin. Thanks." Harry darted away, wiping his brow. He'd rather face Voldemort ten times than talk to that boy again. What was wrong with him?

Just one more errand, before he supposed he had to make an appearance at class. Potions, it was - great. Dealing with Snape's bullshit was even less enjoyable now he knew exactly what the man had done to keep his cover as a Death Eater - a disgusting man who'd done disgusting things. One day, he'd pull his entrails out of his mouth, but until then, he had to keep playing the Golden Boy. Before that, he needed to talk to Daphne.

The Marauders' Map showed her coming out of a third-floor bathroom. And, with the map showing the secret passageways, he was there within seconds. "Daphne, wait up!" He called out.

Daphne whipped her head around, furious, ensuring nobody saw them. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into a broom cupboard.

"What the fuck are you doing, Potter?"

"Heh, remember the last time we were in a cupboard together. Fuck, that was good."

Daphne flushed with rage. "Fuck you, Potter. I'm protecting my family. We have a deal."

"And I'm upholding it. This morning, I bought Gringotts wards for your family manor." He pushed her back against the wall, slipping his hand up her legs, feeling her nylons and then higher, under her skirt, to find her panties.

"You...you did?"

"Of course. See what happened to the Macmillans? That's what happens when you aren't extremely wealthy in today's Britain. It's so sad. Luckily, you have me. The goblins are turning up this weekend."

He pushed her skirt up so it was around her waist, pawing at her ass. It felt so good in his hands, a perfect peach, so bubby and round. It was a work of art, he thought, squeezing it. The best ass in Hogwarts - it was absurd to have it on such a slim girl.

"Thank - thank you, Harry. Thank you. Really." Her eyes were wet, her whole body shaking with relief.

He was touched. "That's alright, sweetheart. You earned it. Boy, you earned it. That throat-fucking was serious, right? I can't believe you let me do that. I really drilled your throat and came like a firehose down your throat and then all over your face, you looked like a Knockturn Alley-"

"Alright, Potter, I get it! Merlin!"

He turned her unresisting body around, giving her ass a spank, watching it jiggle. "Bounce it for me."

"What?"

"Bounce it for me. Come on."

Daphne rolled her eyes but decided to count her blessings that she wasn't getting throat-fucked. She held her skirt up around her waist and bent over for him, shaking her ass. She squealed as he spanked her, hard, and then again.

"Fuck, it's beautiful. I love your little pink thong, too, it barely hides your pussy."

"Potter, are we done? We really need to get to class."

He sighed. "You're right. Have you thought any more about my proposal? I could keep you safe, keep you happy. Your whole family, Tori, they'd never have to worry about a thing."

"Potter...Harry, listen,"

"No, I get it." Harry smiled. "Don't bother. Nobody ever knows what's good for them. Here's what's next then, if you want to keep me happy, want to keep those wards arriving on the weekend. I want Tracey."

Harry watched the color drain from her face. "Tracey? What?"

"Yeah, if you won't let me fuck you, I need some pussy. You haven't been able to give me satisfactory handjobs or blowjobs, and I need to get off. I can't just throat-fuck you everytime. I want to fuck Tracey."

"I can't do that!"

"Why not? She's a Muggleborn, so her maidenhood isn't important. You've barely done anything to deserve my protection, and I want more."

"No, I mean, Potter, she won't agree. She'll hate me forever if I even suggested it-"

"That's not my problem. Figure it out. Either she lets me fuck her or I'm done. You saw what happened to Ernie's dad? That could be your family, next. Get it done."

And with that, he left her, still holding her skirt up. When she recovered enough to collect herself, she realized to her shame, she was wet. Soaking wet.

***

That weekend, the Greengrass wards were the furthest thing from Harry's mind, as Narcissa straightened his collar for the fifth time.

"Are you sure I don't need a tie?"

"Trust me, my love. Formal robes in Britain, but formal tuxedos in Europe."

"Then why am I wearing a three-piece?" He said, fingering his waistcoat.

"Because you're a Brit, in France. You don't want to fit in, you're never going to do that. Instead, you stand out by being so bloody handsome I want to drag you back to bed and have you fuck my poor little pussy, all night long." Narcissa quipped, one hand on his cheek, the other on her curved stomach, as she stood there in just her red panties. She'd insisted he fuck her before he got dressed for the big French soiree that the Delacour's were hosting. It would help his nerves, she said, though he hadn't needed much convincing.

"You're sure I can't bring you with me?"

"It's too early, love. The world doesn't even know Lucius is dead. I'm busy taking over as much of his business deals as I can before we release the news, but I need more time. He hid a lot from me, I'm still going through his documents."

"I want to announce you as my Mistress." Harry pouted.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love being your sexy, live-in, sextoy Mistress. I want to announce to the world that we're in love and you love me day and night. But even after we announce him dead, I'll need to have my 'mourning' time."

"Can't we just tell the world he's a Death Eater?"

"And then it would become, is Narcissa a Death Eater too, and if so, why has Potter made her his Mistress? Better to have you taking care of the grieving widow, I think."

"Fine." Harry said moodily, but he couldn't help but smile as she peppered him with kisses.

"Now come on, my handsome Lord, my heart. If you don't go now, you'll be too late even for the French."

"I'll be back tonight." Harry told her.

"No, you won't. There'll be enough French tarts there that you'll definitely get lucky. Make sure you pay attention to the right one, I hear they get catty. Now go!"