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His palms were sweaty. They’d been that way since Harry had received an invitation to tea from the Malfoy Matriarch… three days ago. It wasn’t as if he was anxious or—or nervous, per say. Harry just didn’t want to make a fool of himself. She was a Lady after all, and not in the sense that yes, she was a woman, but Narcissa Malfoy an actual Lady. A regal, aristocratic Lady. So of course Harry was thinking about what he wore and how he looked a bit more than usual. A lot more than usual, maybe even overthinking it— he rarely thought about what he wore on the regular, if he was being honest. So this was new and maybe that’s why his palms were sweaty.
But then there was the fact that Narcissa Malfoy was beautiful. Striking, really. And that did make him nervous… made his palms sweaty. His whole body really; made his heart race.
It was strange, to be this affected, because it wasn’t like Harry hadn’t been around beautiful women before. Ginny was beautiful, Hermione too, quite a few of his classmates from Hogwarts were beautiful. Luna, Cho, the Patil twins, they were all beautiful— a slew of nameless women who had propositioned him after the war— they were beautiful too.
But this was Narcissa Malfoy . With her straight spine and drawn back shoulders that made her chest just a bit more noticeable. She had a slender neck and the way she tipped her chin up made Harry’s insides twist. And okay, he’d admit he had a crush on her. But if he was being perfectly candid, he wasn’t entirely sure there was a boy in Hogwarts that hadn’t had a crush on Narcissa Malfoy. She was absolutely gorgeous.
And he had crushed before, but none that were this… cumbersome. So… bodily.
This crush was just a bit different than the others though, because it didn’t go away, even when he got a girlfriend. Got laid. Got broken up with and bedded random women who wanted to spend a night with “The Chosen One”.
Frankly, it only got worse after the war.
Could anyone really blame him though, for this nagging, persistent crush? She had touched him, had pressed her beautifully slender hand between his shoulder blades and ran the other against his chest. Caressed him, if he had to put a word to it. Then her hair fell over his face as she checked if he was alive and though he thought he was certainly going to die that time : after she reviewed he had serviced a killing curse, again. He couldn’t help his eyes rolling back at her scent or the soft parting of his lips as she leant into him.
And then she whispered in his ear , and granted, it was about her son. Asking if he was alive, but her warm breath in his nape and the way her voice nearly broke with emotion as her fingers curled into his shirt. That had done it. Had sealed this all consuming infatuation with Draco Malfoy’s Mother.
And then it got worse.
Because after the war, she was on trial facing fifteen years in Azkaban for aiding Voldemort and assisting her husband in the dark deeds he had been a part of, and Harry couldn’t have that . Not when she had saved his life, literally, and had lied to Voldemort’s face for him. One could argue it was for her son, she spared him because he told her Draco was alive… but Harry didn’t see it that way. Narcissa Malfoy could have gotten the answer she wanted and then revealed he was alive, breathing, and let him actually die there in the dirt of the Forbidden Forest. So obviously he needed to defend her, she was an extraordinarily brave woman. And yes , of course his having a crush on her had urged him to testify, but it was also the right thing to do! So he did.
And, Merlin, was it the single most brilliant decision he ever had. A fantastic thing. Because she had been sentenced to three years house arrest and had hugged him . Threw herself across the courtroom and into his arms and thanked him with soft sobs against his chest.
She felt so good, so right, as he cradled her head against his shoulder. So, for whatever reason, he testified for Draco. Partly because it was the right thing, but majorly he just wanted to see Narcissa again, even if it was just a glimpse of her across a courtroom at her son’s trial. And when Draco was given a year house arrest, two years probation and mandatory lessons on Muggles, along with a Ministerial job working in Muggle relations... Narcissa had kissed him.
Albeit on the cheeks, but still. She. Kissed. Him.
She had thrown her arms around his neck and pleaded her thanks as he held her, Draco had pulled her away with his words. Something about propriety and photographers. But she didn’t care, Narcissa took his face in her hands and kissed both of his cheeks, and thanked him over and over. And maybe he was imagining it, remembering the situation wrong, but they were pressed pretty close to the corners of his mouth.
From then on he was stupidly smitten. And that was three years ago.
Harry smoothed out his hair, or tried to, there wasn’t much to ever be done with it and glanced from the invitation to the clock and back. Three minutes late, Hermione had told him to arrive three minutes late. It had been two, and he was getting antsy.
He stood in front of the mirror one last time and wondered if the deep, dark green shirt was too much. He reached up to fiddle with his earring, a single diamond stud, and wondered if he should take it out. What if Narcissa thought it improper? What if she didn’t like it? He smoothed a hand down his shirt and adjusted the tuck, no, green was good. Green was a Malfoy color, a Slytherin color, and it brought out his eyes. Made them look brighter. Harry licked his lips and tousled his hair again with a groan.
His alarm chimed and he scrambled towards the Floo, called out Malfoy Manor and was whisked away in the green flame.
“Mr. Potter.” Narcissa stood and crossed the sitting room with her arms held out gently infront of her with a kind, sweetly warm smile. He grinned back, stupidly. He couldn’t help it, she was just so pretty.
“ Harry, please.” She gripped his hands and he bent to kiss her cheeks. “You look lovely this evening, Lady Malfoy.”
“Please, call me Narcissa.” Harry took in a breath and couldn't suppress the smile that crept across his face, or stop himself from squeezing her dainty little hands.
“Narcissa.” She blushed and Harry nearly seized.
“I’ve had tea prepared for us.” She turned from him and Harry really could help himself as his gaze dragged over her figure.
Narcissa Malfoy was slender, lithe, with the most subtle amount of curves to her thin frame. Just enough to drive a man mad. Her hair was down, the long, white blonde strands ghosted her back just above her backside and— Merlin, give him strength— her body just looked so tight .
Harry nearly groaned as he watched her hips away delicately and followed after her like a puppy.
He’d never seen Narcissa in anything other than balck, grey, or green, but today she wore pink. A soft, petal pink that made her look so impossibly young that Harry was having trouble remembering that she was Draco Malfoy’s Mother.
That she was old enough to be his mother, was actually older than his Mother would be.
Harry pulled her chair out for her and she slipped into it regally, smiling sweetly up at him as he gave a shy bow and then settled into his chair. “You’ve grown.” He blinked.
“Uh, yeah. I suppose.” He felt his face beat and he pulled at his collar.
“Auror training has done you justice.” Narcissa said with a smile and then began serving them tea, Harry watched her hands. Hermione always said you could always tell a woman’s age from their hands— Harry thought Hemrione was full of shit, because Narcissa Malfoy’s hands were dainty and soft looking with cream colored nails that were shaped like almonds. “Sugar?”
“Hm?” He glanced up from her fingertips and leant forward slightly.
“Do you take sugar?” She smiled and he wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs as he sat back in his chair and straightened his spine.
“Yes, please. Two, no cream.” She nodded and fixed his tea properly. “Is— is Draco not joining us?” He looked around nervously, decidedly glad he was wearing dark green, because no other woman could make him sweat this much.
“No.” She shook her head lightly, “My son is not to return home for another two days, sadly. Poor scheduling.” She set his cup in front of him and he took it slowly, dipping his head in thanks.
“How so?”
“And here I thought you accepted my invitation because you remembered.” He raised an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, “I’m no longer under house arrest, as of… five minutes ago.”
“That’s wonderful!” Harry set his cup down, “I apologize for forgetting-”
She waved her slender hand dismissively, “As if an old woman like me takes up any space in your mind. I’m sure you have plenty to concern yourself with… your cases, friends, girlfriends—”
Harry laughed, “No such things. Cases yes, and my friends, though I am quite ashamed to admit there hasn’t been any substantial woman in my life for… well, nearly three years.”
“Oh? I was under the impression you were still seeing that Weasley girl.”
“Ginny and I had much in common… too much… seeing as we both enjoyed the company of women—”
“Ah.” Narcissa’s cheeks were flushed again and Harry watched her painted mouth purse around the rim of her teacup as she sipped. Fuck .
He cleared his throat so his voice would squeak when he spoke. “I suppose congratulations are in order, on Draco’s engagement. I saw the announcement in The Prophet yesterday.”
“Yes, thank you. Astoria will make a lovely bride for him. I am quite happy with his choice.”
“And here I thought it was arranged.”
“Oh no, Draco’s betrothal was to the Parkinson girl… Pansy. Yes. But once Lucius was sent away, the arrangements fell through. Which neither Draco nor myself minded, if I’m being perfectly candid.” Harry laughed and she smiled. “No, Astoria is a much better choice. One that I would have made if I had any say when his betrothal was being negotiated and drafted.”
Harry frowned. “Your husband didn’t consult with you about your only son’s future?”
“Ex-husband.” She corrected with the slightest hint of a growl. Harry swallowed and looked down at her hands again, no ring. “And no, Draco was the Malfoy Heir. I was rarely consulted on the things that truly mattered in Draco’s life, Lucius made those decisions by himself.”
“What did you do then, while you were married?”
“Took care of the home, directed the house elves, childcare, but of course I wasn’t involved in his lessons or tutoring. Mainly I just warmed Lucius’s bed.” Harry choked on his tea. “Oh I’m so sorry. Forgive me, I haven’t had much company the last three years and I’ve never been quite this… free… to say whatever I please.”
Harry dabbed his mouth with a napkin and shook his head. “It’s fine.” He croaked and then cleared his throat, “Was just caught off guard ‘s all.” He licked his lips and sat back in his chair as he ran a hand through his hair, “You could have owl’d me sooner. I would have been more than happy to visit, I’m sure it gets lonely in such a large home.”
“I made do.” She smiled sadly, “My son’s correspondence as he aided the Ministry was enough to keep my time. Though when he began working on his Mastery… and his election to become an Unspeakable… his letters became sparse.”
“But you were alone.”
“No more than I was before the war.” She lifted her chin defiantly, and then her eyes softened. “Besides, I wasn’t allowed visitors.”
“I’m sure I would have been able to—”
“Why Harry , are you insinuating that you would break the Ministerial Decree, just to take tea with me?”
“Yes.” His answer was instant and breathy and his eyes widened in embarrassment. “I— I mean— I just think I would have been able to work something out or—” he rambled, gaze flickering around the room as his cheeks flamed. Fucking dolt . But his self deprecation and flagellation sputtered to a stop when Narcissa reached across the table and took his hand. His mouth snapped shut with an audible click and he swallowed thickly.
“That’s extremely kind of you. You’ve always been so kind to me, Harry.”
“I— well I wouldn't say that.” He swallowed again, she was looking at him with those gorgeous icy blue eyes and he was melting.
“I would.” She told him.
“You saved my life Narcissa.” He said in something akin to a whisper. It was breathy and small, childlike. Fitting, since he was the same age as her son.
“And you not only saved my son’s, but the rest of the Wizarding World’s lives as well. Mine included. You owe me nothing and yet, you are still so kind to me.”
“Of course.” Harry frowned, as if he could be indifferent to her.
“Why? The only other interaction we had ever had was when you were just a boy in Madam Malkins, and I was anything but cordial—”
“You were who you needed to be. How you needed to be. I don’t hold that against you Narcissa.” He squeezed her hand and she looked down at it. “If anything, I blame Lucius for Draco’s vicious upbringing and your corruption. He was poisonous to everyone around him, and in his absence you, and your son, have bloomed.” She smiled shyly and he swiped his thumb back and forth across her bare knuckles. He tapped his thumb against her third finger and she licked her lips.
“I’ve divorced him.” Harry looked up at her through his lashes and watched the pretty pink shade on her cheeks darken as she rushed on, “Which is nearly unheard of in our community… and it was quite… painful… to endure. The severing of our Bonds, of our Vows.” She sighed and Harry held her hand tighter, “The Manor no longer recognizes me as a Malfoy, only as the birth mother of the Malfoy Heir. But I’m having the old Black Estate renovated.”
“You know,” Harry smiled softly, and continued to play with her fingers absentminded. “I almost forgot you were a Black.”
“Am.” She corrected.
“You are a Black.” Harry amended with a smile that widened as she preaned.
“It’s my understanding that you are the benefactor of all of the Black’s assets?”
“Oh, well if this is about the deed or whatever for the Estate.” He pulled his hand back slowly and adjusted in his seat, “You can have it. I actually haven’t gone into any of the vaults that were left to me by Sirius, and I only really use Grimmauld because that was his family home—”
“No. Well, yes the deed would be lovely… what I meant was that— well technically you are the House of Black’s Heir.”
“I’m sorry?” Harry frowned, confused. He was a Potter, not a Balck, and certainly not a Pureblood.
“Well, it is uncommon, rare even, but if a son is not produced, one can be… adopted. In a sense. Ancestral holding can only be transferred through the lineage,” she explained, “Sirius must have named you as the Heir to the House of Black, seeing as you have access to the Vaults and the Ancestral Home of your predecessor.
“W-what?” Narcissa squeezed his hand.When had they rejoined hands? Was she leaning across the table? He stared down at their hands and frowned. “You’re serious?”
“Extremely.”
“Wow.” He pulled his hand reluctantly from hers and tousled his hair. “So… was this all about getting a bit of your family fortune back? I’m assuming you were barred access to the Malfoy vaults, if the home no longer sees you as Lady Malfoy.”
“No!” Narcissa reached for him and took his from his lap, “No, Harry, I truly wished to see you. I’ve lived like this for a year now and Draco takes care of me, of course. I’m not asking for your money, I have a vault from when I was younger, untouched by the Malfoy’s. I don’t want your money.”
“Oh.” He breathed.
“I truely, honestly, wished to see you.”
“Why?” He frowned.
“Well I— I’m quite… fond… of you.”
“Fond of me?” Harry’s heart seemed to jerk as his stomach flopped. Fond . She sees you as a replacement for Draco. “Oh, I see.” He took a breath and reached for his tea. If he actually thought about it, it made sense, that Narcissa would want to take Harry in, so to speak. She had saved his life, that made her feel invested in it, and then Harry had done her kindness after kindness, so she felt a maternal sense of duty to keep in contact with him. He was an orphan after all; it was like Molly all over again. His lip curled as he sipped his tea.
“—how you would react. It took quite a bit of Calming Draught to even send you an invitation. I know what I’m proposing is… unconventional... and I am more than twice your age.” Wait. What? Harry blinked, pulling himself away from his train of thought to listen. “-but Witches and Wizards live quite a while and, I mean I’d understand if you refuse, but I was hoping that you’d see it from my point of view… As one of the last Daughter’s of Black, it is my duty to carry on the lineage and since you were deemed the Heir—”
“ What ?” Harry whispered, blinking in confusion.
“I realize it’s unconventional.” She repeated, and then rushed to carry on. “And I wouldn’t force you to care for the child—” Harry couldn’t breathe. What?
“What?” He choked out.
“I mean it—it wouldn’t be so terrible… Would it? I know I’m not as young as you may prefer but—” Harry didn’t think, could think, Narcissa Malfoy was squirming in her seat with a flushed face and downcast gaze. She was fiddling with her teacup and stumbling over her words; Harry surged across the table and melded his mouth to hers.
She tasted like sweet, strong tea and shortbread. Harry pushed into her, craning her neck backwards as he slid his hands on either side of her jaw. His tongue swiped against her lips and she made the most adorable little surprised yippy mewl and when she gasped Harry let himself into her mouth.
He kissed her like a man starved, and when he pulled back she was flushed and panting, her chest heaving and her eyelids heavy with blown pupils. Narcissa brought her fingertips to her lips in shock and awe. “I— does that mean— what.” He’d never seen her lose her composure or struggle to find the words to say before. It was adorable, and endearing, and so incredibly sexy that Harry nearly swatted her hand from her mouth before pressing forward to reclaim her lips.
She kissed him tentatively, almost like she didn’t know what to do, and in reality she may not, he didn’t know the ins and outs of arranged Pureblood marriages. He slid his hand from her knee, up her thigh and her breath hitched. She pulled back, pressing her lips together before letting out a breath she was holding. “H-here? Now?”
“If you want.” Harry answered huskily as he kissed along her jaw, since when did his voice get so deep? Narcissa shivered and Harry wasn’t sure if it was from touch or from his voice, he squeezed her thigh and she whimpered softly. Harry kissed and licked a stripe down her neck and her head fell back, “Tell me how he would touch you,” he kissed just behind her ear and she moaned along with the delicious shiver. “So I know what not to do.”
“We… on the bed.” Harry hummed. “The… usual way. You know—”
“I’m afraid I don’t.” Harry said gruffly and pulled her from her chair. He stepped back and sank into his and then pulled her towards him as he rucked up the long, tight, skirt of her dress.
“H-Harry!” She shrieked softly in surprise as she stumbled forward and he directed her legs over his to straddle him.
“Like this?” He asked, stroking halfway up her thighs.
“No.” He hummed and slid his hands up to her waist, then higher. He rubbed his thumbs across her ribs, just below her breasts and licked his lips. Merlin, was she thin— delicate, he leant forward to continue to mouth at her neck.
“Did he kiss you like this?” He whispered breathily against her throat.
“N-no. We rarely… he didn’t—”
“He didn’t kiss you?” Harry asked as he nipped her earlobe, she shook her head.
“Not... often.” She sighed out as he sucked a spot on her neck.
“Poor man,” Harry slipped his hands around her body, brought her forward on his lap and pushed one hand beneath her hair to hold the nape of her neck. “You taste devine .” And then his mouth was back on hers, tasting and teasing with his lips, teeth, and tongue until she went slack in his arms. Narcissa moaned and whimpered softly, Harry took it as a cue to map her body with his hands. When he gripped her tight little ass she squealed into his mouth and he fisted her flesh harder until she whimpered.
Harry was frenzied. The feel of her, the taste and smell of her skin was driving him insane. He’d wanted this for so long, and she wasn’t even touching him . Narcissa clung to his shoulders, arms and body shaking either with nerves or anticipation. Was she scared? Turned on?
“Do you want me?” Harry undid a button at the base of her neck, and then another, and another. “Narcissa.” He moaned and she whimpered against his mouth. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you. I— I shouldn’t.” She swallowed as he undid more and more of her buttons that trailed from her nape to her backside. “I really shouldn’t. You’re my son’s age and— oh Merlin.” Her body bowed into his and her prettily manicured nails dug into his shoulders as he pulled the back of her dress apart and finally touched her bare skin.
No bra, just bare, soft, flesh beneath his palm. Did Purebloods not wear bras? We’re there charms for that? Or were her breasts just that perfect; Harry whined at the thought and shifted his hips. Narcissa jostled lightly, gasping as his erection pressed up into her. He finished her buttons, slid his hands down around her pert ass and hiked her dress even higher on her hips so he could grip her bare thighs.
“Fuck.” He grunted. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She smiled against his mouth, giggling softly and he groaned low in his throat. “Move. Please move. I’m fucking losing my mind.” He slotted his thumbs in that delicious crease between her thighs and torso and helped her rock in his lap. “Narcissa.” He whined and clamped his hands around her own, her hips rocked fully on their own now, grinding down against him as his hips jerked up. “Touch me.” It was somewhere between pleading and an order. He directed her hands down his chest, across his tight stomach and then up again, used her dainty fingers to undo the buttons of his shirt, slowly, until she became feverish. Lustful.
His shirt was opened abruptly and Narcissa pulled back to take him in, fully, her cheeks flushed and breath passing kiss swollen lips in puffs. “You’ve grown up.” Harry bit his tongue and gave a wolfish, lopsided, grin. He reached up and gently tucked her silky hair behind her ear before tipping her chin up.
“And you’re just as beautiful as the first time I met you. Just as beautiful as the day you saved my life.” He led her forward with a soft grip on her chin and kissed her gently, reverently, because he’d be damned if they didn’t do everything. He may only have this one chance. Harry cupped her cheek and she placed her hand atop his and pressed their foreheads together.
“I never had this… it was only ever done with a sense of duty… to him. I was never—”
“I’ll take care of you.” Harry promised and wrapped his hands around her thighs to steady her as he stood. “Tell me where to go.”
“Up the stairs.” She whispered and he began to move, “Right… left,” he climbed the stairs slowly, their tongues tangling and her hands mapping across his chest and jaw. “Left.” She whispered against his mouth, her thumb brushing against his bottom lip, “Last door… end of hall.”
His eyes were only half open and he kissed and licked across her neck and jaw; she sucked on his tongue and it took everything in him to not pin her agaisnt the wall and fuck her senseless.
She slapped a hand back against the door as he pressed her into it and it swung open slowly.
“You deserved more than him.” He set her down on the bed and stepped back, her arms trailed after him, wanting to keep him and he smiled. “Let me show you what you deserved.” Harry pulled his shirt open further and peeled it from his shoulders, next was his belt. But her small, thin, hands stopped him and began to do it herself.
“I want you to.” She looked up at him, and he cupped her face gently, fingers pushing back through her hair and curling into the white blonde silk. Narcissa tugged his trousers down and he groaned. “I want you.” She leant forward and kissed up his stomach. Narcissa stood, slid her body against his and scraped her teeth under his jaw as she stood on her toes.
She was so small— when had he grown so much? “Show me.” She demanded softly, staring up at him with those icy blue eyes that made his knees weak. Harry pulled at the collar of her dress, peeled the tight fabric from her shoulders and arms slowly, and waited for her to let it fall from her chest. And when she did—
Harry nearly came in his pants.
Narcissa Malfoy was every teenage boy's wet dream, or at least she was his. Her breasts were perfectly sized, a small handful. With tight, budded, peaks; her skin was soft and creamy and Harry needed to taste her. So he did.
He held the dress fisted at her hips and dipped his head to take one of her dusky rose colored nipples into his mouth. He traced the budded flesh with his tongue and sucked gently, suckled on her until one of her hands raked through his hair and she began to whimper.
Harry sank slowly, kissing down her body until he was on his knees before her. He worshiped her body with his mouth, twisted her dress in his fists and nearly tore it from her when she gave him a nod.
Harry helped her from her heels and the circle of fabric that pooled at her feet, and then she was left with only a scrap of petal pink between her thighs. “You’re glorious.” He whispered and kissed one of her hip bones, laved against it as he slid her knickers down her legs.
Narcissa stepped out of them and at Harry’s direction laid back on the bed. He kissed from her ankle to her knee, slowly inched his way up her thigh, teased her with his kisses and breath until she was gasping and squirming. Harry turned his head, his exhale blew hotly over her core and then he was at her other ankle, kissing and sucking up her leg.
She fisted her hands into the sheets and tried to steady her ragged breathing. “You’re so wet.” Harry mumbled against the tender, sensitive, inside of her thigh. He sucked, she mewled, he nipped and she gasped; Narcissa licked her lips.
“I’m sorry.” Her face was on fire, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coloring her pale skin. Harry smirked against her, inched his mouth higher and chuckled.
“What do you have to be sorry for?”
“I don’t want to— Lucius didn’t like the mess.”
“Hm.” Harry licked the crease of her thigh and her breath caught in her throat. “I’m not Lucius.” And then he turned his head and kissed her core.
“Ah!” Her body jerked and her hand flew into his hair.
“Make a mess Narcissa.” He kissed her again, “I’ll clean it up.” He swiped his tongue through her slick folds and she whined.
“You don’t… why are you—Harry!” He pushed his tongue into her and her other hand met the first in his hair. “Oh— oh! Harry!” She moaned and he nodded his head slowly, dragged his tongue up and suckled on her clit before dipping back down to fuck her with his tongue. “What— I don’t— hu—” her hips rolled up into his mouth and he sucked and lapped at her core. Harry chuckled and the vibrations pulled a whine from Narcissa.
“That’s it,” he spoke agaisnt her, “fuck my face.”
She screamed his name, pulled at his hair and begged him to stop.
“T-too much. I can’t— I’m going to—” He shifted and pushed her knees up to prop her feet up on the edge of the bed. “Oh Merlin !” She tossed her head from side to side and Harry moaned against her, reveled in her taste, the way she was getting wetter and spilling into his mouth.
“That’s it… so close… cum for me Narcissa.”
“I—” her body arched off the bed and she gasped when he pushed two fingers into her and flexed them. He pushed deeper, curled them again and grinned when he swiped against the spongy top that made her cry out his name. He latched onto her clit and suckled quickly, pumping and curling his fingers in her hot, tight, sweet cunt until she was sobbing with her orgasm.
“So fucking sexy.” Harry climbed up her body, sucked both fingers into his mouth and grinned down at her. He kicked off his shoes and finally manuvored out of his trousers. “You truly do taste divine Narcissa. Lucius was a foolish man.”
She hummed and he directed her arms around his neck so he could crawl up the bed with her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Is that what you want?” She nodded, body still blissfully limp and he chuckled before pressing a kiss against her lips. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He pushed his boxers down his thighs and settled between hers. Her eyes were closed tightly and Harry frowned when she flinched as he swiped his head through her folds. “I won’t hurt you.” He promised and she nodded hesitantly. It was almost cute, as if she was inexperienced and nervous, but Harry couldn’t help the nagging idea that Lucius had hurt her. “Look at me.” He brought his body down on hers and brushed hair from her face as he continued to tease her with his tip. “Please look at me Narcissa.” She blinked her eyes open and stared up at him, he pushed his hips forwards, led himself into her and moaned languidly with every inch that slid inside. Narcissa’s mouth hung open in pleasure and disbelief, she glanced between their bodies with wide eyes and then dug her head back into the pillows as his length tore a groan from her.
“Fuck.” She gasped and Harry moaned. “I’m sor—”
“Don’t be. I’d love to hear all the filthy words fall from your lips.” He settled between her thighs fully and she whined.
“You’re so… Merlin I haven’t felt this stretched since—”
“Does it hurt?” Harry cut her off, not really wanting to think about her giving birth to Draco right this moment.
“No. No— good. It’s good- soo good.” She grabbed at his hips when he pulled out of her and he smiled.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He lowered his face to hers and kissed her slowly, prodded into her mouth with his tongue in time with his thrust.
“You feel so good. Did he ever tell you that?” She whined, “Did he ever tell you how perfect your right little cunt feels? Fucking wrapped like a vice around my cock.”
“Oh… my… Harry.” She panted out in soft gasps and he pushed into her harder and stayed there longer, ground their hips together until she was begging him to move. “F-faster. P-p- please!”
“Whatever you want, love.” He pulled from her and fell back into her body at a steady pace. Filled her rapidly until she was whimpering his name with every thrust. “That’s it… cum.”
“A-again?” She gasped and he chuckled.
“Of course.” He kissed down her throat and slipped his hand up her body to play with her breasts. “So perfect. You feel fucking amazing. I want to feel you cum on my cock, feel your perfect little cunt pulse around it. Can you do that?”
“Y-ye-” she moaned and whined as she bit her lip andlifted her hips into his thrusts. .
“ Narcissa.” Harry growled and she came undone beneath him with a scream. Her nails dug into his back and shoulder as she clung to him. He picked up the pace, slammed into her as she rode out her orgasm until he was falling blissfully after her.
He grunted and whined unattractively as his body jerked into her. Harry pinched his eyes closed and pressed his forehead against her breastbone while he tried to catch his breath. Narcissa trailed her fingers over his back and stroked his hair, he chuckled ironically. Of course now she would Mother him, after he just came inside of her.
He sat up onto his knees and pulled himself from her slowly. “I know there’s a mess but I really shouldn’t move if I want a better chance of— what are you— Harry?!” She shrieked as he burned his face between her thighs again.
“I told you— I don’t care about the mess.” Harry moaned at the taste of them both. “Open your mouth.” He gathered their joined essences on his tongue and crawled up her body. She parted her lips obediently and he kissed her, pushed his coated tongue into her mouth and groaned when she sucked on it.
“What if I don’t get pregnant?”
“Narcissa,” he sighed and she looked chastened. Harry tucked her hair behind her ear as he settled atop her again, “I’ve fantasized about you since I was… thirteen? Wanked myself raw to the memory of your hands on my body.” Her cheeks deepened in color, “I will glady fuck you as many times as necessary to give you a baby.” He grinned, “And thensome. If you’d let me… because fuck are you everything I ever wanted.”
“O-oh.” She blinked.
“ Oh .” He teased and stole a kiss, “I think I managed to fuck all propriety and elegance from you.” She giggled and he smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You don’t mind that I’m… I’m old ?”
“I don’t really think about it, if I’m honest. Though, if I’m being perfectly candid, I think I always preferred older women. And Narcissa, you have to know you don’t look your age, right? I mean you don’t look twenty five, but you certainly don’t look fort—” she clamped a hand over his mouth and glared at him.
“Don’t.” She hissed and Harry laughed against her palm. “How do you even know—”
“Draco.” He turned his head and nipped her fingers.
“He’s grounded.” Harry barked out a laugh and fell onto the bed beside her with a contented sigh.
“You’re fucking amazing.” She rolled into him and he held her against his chest until his cock began to stir again.
“Seriously?”
He chuckled, “I’m twenty-two, Narcissa, not to mention I have the sexiest Witch I’ve ever seen naked and pressed against me.” He rolled on top of her and peppered kisses over her face and neck as she giggled. He trailed open mouthed kisses across her chest. “Shall we try again then?”
“If we must.” Narcissa bit her lip and giggled lightly.
“Oh we must. ” Harry growled and surged forward to claim her mouth.
❧
Draco was a day early, thankfully his partner had elected to stay behind and do the paperwork so he could celebrate his Mother’s release from house arrest. He was late, but it was still sooner than he was expecting. Draco stepped through the Floo, cake box in hand, and tugged his tie loose. A soft smile split his face when he heard his Mother’s laughter.
She must have invited Andromeda over for a late afternoon tea, perhaps she’d stay for dinner and they could all catch up. Draco followed her light laughter into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, his smile slipping from his face.
His Mother was sitting on the large marble island in nothing but an overly large button down, hands— not hers— slid up from her hips and wrapped around her back and into her hair to pull a blue ribbon from it, her long hair cascaded down her back and she shook it loose. She giggled, again, and then shrieked playfully as the owner of those hands rose from his knees. His knees .
Draco jerked himself into consciousness, apparently he had been dissociating.
The man— man? Mother didn’t know any men— stood to his full height, towering over his Mother even as she sat on the island. He held the sides of her face and kissed her soundly, chuckling against her lips as she tugged him closer by his hips… was he shirtless? Was she wearing his shirt?
“What the fuck?” Draco whispered and his mother squeaked and pushed the man away. “ Mother ?” He questioned, because at this point he was fairly certain he was hallucinating.
“Draco!” Her voice cracked, “Darling… your home early.”
“Mother what’s going—” his gaze finally left his Mother's flushed face and landed on the man. “Potter?”
Harry gripped the counter behind him and lifted one hand in salute, “How’s is?” Draco blinked, raked his eyes over his bare chest, flushed face and swollen lips, his scrutinizing gaze trailed lower— was he in his pants? Just his pants?
“No.” He gasped. Harry grinned devilishly. “ No.” Draco groaned and dropped the cake box. “Fucking Potter ?!”
“Literally.” Harry said and then giggled childishly.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You can’t,” Harry smirked as Draco advanced.
“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”
“Firstly, it would upset your Mother.” His stride stuttered but he just shook his head and pushed forward, “ Secondly,” Harry maneuvered around the island, slyly kissing Narcissa’s cheek which pulled a growl from Draco. “Mummy says you're grounded for telling me her age.”
“W- what?” That made him falter.
“Oh yes. Grounded.” Narcissa said sternly and then giggled playfully when Harry winked at her.
“And lastly, you can’t kill your baby brother’s Father. That's just rude.” Draco laughed. Confusingly at first ,and then in disbelief when his Mother didn’t refute Harry’s words. And then, finally, maniacally, because of course this would fucking happen to him. Draco was gone for a week and Potter swoops in, and screws his Mother. Apparently knocked her up too. What the fuck was his life? Draco laughed so ardently that he passed out.
Harry watched Draco fall to a heap and rubbed a hand over his mouth to hide his smile as Narcissa slipped from the counter and scrambled to help her son. “I think that went quite well, don’t you? Better than what I initially thought, at least.”
Narcissa pursed her lips but Harry could see the smile trying to tug its way out. “You’re terrible.”
Harry transfigured a tumbler into a throw pillow and crouched to slide it under Draco’s head.
“He brought cake.”
“Did he?”
“Want some?” Narcissa sighed, “I can eat it off of you.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“I don’t think Draco would appreciate that if he were to wake up.”
“Right.” Harry helped her to stand and then jerked her into him and squeezed her ass. “Later then.” She swatted his chest and narrowed her eyes at him, but didn’t say no .