Chapter 16 - The Black Sisters II

Morning came, and it was still the Easter holidays. Almost all those not bothered by the exams headed to Hogsmeade to spend some time. Ron went with Lavender, while Hermione decided to stay in the school library and study.

Harry reckoned it was better for him. So he quickly wore the Invisibility Cloak and walked deeper into Hogsmeade village and eventually arrived at an ordinary-looking village house with a high slanted roof. 

Knock! Knock!

The door opened on its own, and he walked inside. Only after he had shut the door behind him did he take off his Invisibility Cloak and look further into the stony, old house. However, he saw nobody there, so he walked towards the bedroom on the same floor. 

"Are you in there?" 

Creak!

Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a tall figure walked out. A political smile was plastered on her face; her scentful perfumes permeating in the air just from her presence.

Harry stepped back and let the woman walk towards the living room. Her persona was respectful and proud, and her manner of walking was confident. Yet, he noticed the faint haze of worry in her blue eyes. 

"I called you here for good news, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said as he approached the tall woman, almost as tall as him. Looking at her choice of clothes, he could see she was trying to hide as much of herself as possible. There was shame filled in her entire body language, their last meeting still vivid in both their minds.

Despite it being March and not being that cold anymore, Narcissa was wearing a full-sleeved black gown that went all the way down to her ankles. Over that, she even wore a dark green coat with a furry collar. Her silky blonde hair was neatly draped around her back and sides. The iconic pearl necklace on her neck was still there, as were the green earrings.

Trying to look unappealing? Harry wondered. However, he had already made up his mind. But I need you as loyal to me as Bellatrix.

"And what might it be?"

"Draco," Harry said, and as expected, he noticed Narcissa abruptly turning to face him. "You knew, didn't you? What he was up to?"

Harry stepped closer to her as he said that and stopped just two feet away from her. He looked up and down at her. Whatever skin was visible glowed in the light of the fireplace in the living room.

"I… I don't know what yo—"

Harry started moving, unashamedly placing his palm on her belly covered with her dress and coat. He began to move around her, tracing his palm along with the curve of her waist. "The plan was to use the Vanishing Cabinet and attack me inside the school, wasn't it?"

"What did you… do to the cabinet?" Narcissa inquired, her breath becoming restless. Her task was to lure Harry Potter, not ruin the Dark Lord's plans. Of course, she wanted to save her son from all the madness as well, but this wasn't how she had hoped it'd go.

Harry stopped once he reached behind her and gently untied the knot that kept her coat fastened around her waist. Then, he stepped forward and pressed his front against Narcissa's entire back, his arms wrapping around her waist to unbutton her coat. "Draco has received his Dark Mark, hasn't he?"

Narcissa flinched, and that was enough for Harry to get the idea. He sighed, and pressed her back against himself harder, feeling her wide, supple hips support his erection in between. He also finished unbuttoning her coat by then and stepped back for a moment, pulling it open and pushing it down her arms.

He let the coat fall and bunch between her and his feet as Harry stepped forward again and gripped her against his chest. Her silky, long dress was much thinner, and Harry felt all of her curves and swells. His cock, brimming with arousal in his pants, pressed on her rear while his hands gently caressed her fleshy soft belly. 

Harry leaned his face over her shoulder near her ear, "I've destroyed the Vanishing Cabinet. Bellatrix is now under my control. So… your son is going to spend his life in Azkaban, Mrs. Malfoy."

Narcissa gulped and felt Harry's hands rise from her belly towards her full, shapely breasts. She flinched slightly as his spread palms cupped each one of them, sinking his fingers in. But she didn't push him away, she couldn't. "H-He's helpless… He…"

"He's a fool, Mrs. Malfoy." Harry fondled her globes lightly, his breath stroking her ears so close that his lips were now grazing against her earlobes. "I know about the vow Professor Snape made with you. I know what Draco is tasked with… I wonder if he'll still foolishly attack Professor Dumbledore and get caught… or worse…"

This has become of me now? Harry felt completely aware of what he was saying. 

All that devious wordplay was somehow rising naturally within his mind. He was sure Voldemort wasn't influencing him anymore. Is it too late? Have I become…..?

"Ah… W-What…" Narcissa breathed audibly as Harry's fingers pinched her hardened nipples hidden under the dress. But the next moment, she turned around, still remaining in Harry's arms. 

Her face now rested barely four inches away from Harry's, their eyes locked with each other's. "What is the meaning of all this?"

Can't falter now. Harry mustered all the courage he had and moved his arms. He curved one around her slim waist while using the other hand to caress the side of her pristine face.

"You asked me to help Draco. Now that he has a Dark Mark on him, there's no saving him from Azkaban," Harry said and glanced down at her faintly visible cleavage.

He wanted to see more, so he used the hand resting behind her waist to move up and pull the thin laces that kept her clothes tight. One came loose, and then the other. He untied them all while staring at her desirable face filled with uncertain thoughts and worry. 

Am I taking advantage of her? Harry wondered, finding himself in an ethical dilemma. She came to me on her own and offered this, didn't she?

In no time, the wide, lacy back of her dress came loose. Harry wasted no time and used both his hands to tug on her shoulders, peeling her silky, thin gown off her skin, pushing it down both her arms, and then letting it fall to the floor.

"Hmm…" Harry nodded, seeing only a black, modest pantie covering her womanhood, while her mounds rested naked without a bra. He admired her entire body and took his time. Pale as milk, her spotless skin was like the purest, untarnished feather. Her wealth had clearly helped her maintain her body fit and youthful.

Can't believe she's in her forties. Harry marveled at her. 

He could see faint sights of her age—lines around her mouth and the corners of her eyes. But for Harry, they only increased the charm. Her proud wide hips screamed at him who she was—a high-class beauty. Not a girl, but a woman—the mother of his bane. 

Oh God, I'm becoming evil. Harry gulped, wanting to do many things to her.

"And…" Harry stepped forward again. His one palm slid against the soft flesh of her waist and pulled her in. 

His other hand caressed her mounds, pressing her sizable, button-like nipple with a thumb. Her breasts were sizable enough to fill his hands and more. And somehow, they were still in shape, without a sag, despite having had a child. 

"Mmmh…" Narcissa pressed her lips hard to keep herself contained. "I-Is this the price for… your protection?"

"No," Harry replied, inching his face closer to her again. So close their breaths intermingled. "I don't know the future. But this will certainly gain you some advantage for future… events."

Narcissa almost scoffed, finally moving her delicate hands and placing them on Harry's shoulders. "Is this truly the great Harry Potter? Just a teenager in heat? I'm disa…"

"I'm not," Harry replied, and decided to drop the bomb. "Voldemort had taken control over my mind. He saw what I saw, heard what I heard, and made me do things—no more. But he did plenty of damage."

Narcissa's eyes went wide in utter shock and fright. "S-Since whe—"

"I'm sure he saw you pleasuring this very teenager in heat, that Christmas night." Harry responded before she could finish, "I'm sure he heard your pleas for Draco."

"No!" 

Harry secretly smirked, "Oh, so that wasn't in the plans? I think the Dark Lord is furious now, with the Vanishing Cabinet destroyed. You helped me do it, after all."

Narcissa's body went limp all of a sudden, her knees going weak. But Harry quickly caught her and lifted her off her feet in a princess carry. He took her to the bedroom on the same floor and gently sat her down at the edge of the bed. 

"L-Lucius!"

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