Summer Relief: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Narcissa bit her lip to stifle a moan, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around Harry’s stocky, muscular frame. She looked at herself in the mirror over his shoulder as he steadily thrust into her depths. The reflection staring back at her with a hooded, wanton gaze was completely unrecognizable from the one she’d seen twenty years ago.

That Narcissa would have never willingly gone into the Muggle world. She would never have worn such a short skirt with a lack of knickers underneath. And she certainly never would have been caught dead shagging a Half-blood in the middle of a public changing room.

The very thought of her younger self’s horrified reaction if she were to see herself in this position, brought a flush to her pale face. That thought brought a cascade of others to her mind. What would her family think if they could see her now? What would the public think if they knew Narcissa Malfoy was disguising herself as a teenager in order to get plowed by Harry Potter?

Pleasure and warmth exploded from her core, and Narcissa bit into Harry’s shoulder to stop herself from loudly announcing her ecstasy to the customers in the store. Harry groaned as he continued ravaging her depths. His powerful hands mauled her bum, pulling her into his demanding thrusts.

As Narcissa’s mind floated in a haze of bliss, she thought back to the other formerly unthinkable acts she’d performed for the insatiable young man over the last week. She’d loudly and sloppily pleasured him in the back of a London cab while the magic-addled Muggle driver remained completely oblivious. He’d given them a tour of the city, his friendly advice lost over the loud gags and slurps that left her abused throat.

Under the dubious cover of a Notice-Me-Not Charm, Harry had pressed her naked chest against the glass carriage of the London Eye while he took her roughly from behind. A single Muggleborn child pointing them out to their parents could have left their scandalous act exposed for thousands to see. In a dark corner of a quiet pub, without the protection of magic, Narcissa had sat on Harry’s lap. She’d spent over an hour with his impossibly hard length buried in her depths, using nothing but her muscles and a discrete rolling of her hips until he spilled himself inside of her.

And that didn’t even begin to touch the things she did for and with him in the privacy of her room at the Leaky Cauldron. After twenty years of marriage, Narcissa had considered herself rather experienced when it came to sex. This week with Harry had taught her otherwise. They did things that she would never even consider doing with her husband.

Narcissa had never allowed Lucius to spank her, and yet Harry did so while driving her face-first into a pile of pillows that barely managed to muffle her screams of pleasure. She’d never used her mouth to clean him after a bout of sex, but with Harry, she did so eagerly. The entire week had been a sexual awakening unlike anything she thought possible at her age.

It had also taught her a lot about Harry. He loved danger and had a sense of adventure that had them both pushing their boundaries. She’d learned more about his past and his adventures at school in the brief pauses between ravishing each other as well, and what she’d learned only solidified her plans.

Well, most of them.

Narcissa’s original plan had been to enjoy so time feeling young again before handing him over to a younger witch and quietly guiding him from the shadows. But now, she didn’t want to give him up completely. He made her feel incredible, and she could only imagine how much better it would be when he learned her true identity. She trembled at the thought of what he would do to her once he discovered she was the mother of his rival. Each and every wrong committed by her son–past, present, and future–would be gladly paid for with her body.

She was brought back to the present when Harry’s muscles tensed and an animalistic grunt escaped his lips. He was close. Trailing kisses up his neck, Narcissa nipped at his earlobe playfully.

“Cum in me,” she whispered.

Harry claimed her lips in a fiery kiss as he erupted in her depths. She felt his thick shaft swell and pulse, depositing another one of his seemingly inexhaustible loads deep inside of her. Narcissa’s muscles reflexively contracted around him, extracting every drop possible. Pulling his lips from hers, Harry panted for breath and rested his forehead on the wall behind her, but despite his tiredness, he remained buried in her depths. Narcissa kissed his temple and combed her fingers through his hair tenderly as they enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss.

A moment later, he straightened up and eased his flagging length from her depths. Dropping her legs from his hips, they felt rubbery and weak when her feet touched the floor. Harry flashed her a deservedly smug grin as he held her up until she regained her balance.

“So, I take it you like this outfit?” Narcissa asked, smoothing out the white mini skirt and dark red halter top she was trying on.

“I love it,” Harry grinned, his eyes dropping to her chest.

Narcissa looked down and only then noticed that both of her nipples were visible, and her left breast was almost entirely free. With a knowing smirk, she tucked her braless breasts back into the top and tore off the tags. Giving Harry a quick kiss, she grabbed her bag, slipped from the changing room, and looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching before gesturing for him to join her.

Quickly, she led him to the counter, where the cashier eyed them with a smile.

“I see you’ve grown more adventurous,” the woman said, glancing at her outfit.

“I guess I just needed the right motivation,” Narcissa replied.

“I see,” she said, smiling at Harry as she rang up the purchases.

After paying for her new clothes, Narcissa hooked her arm through Harry’s, and they walked outside together.

“Where do you want to go for lunch?” he asked.

“Why don’t we go back to the restaurant we met in?” she asked.

“Sure,” Harry smiled.

“Your birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it?” Narcissa asked.

“In about a week, yeah,” he replied.

“Good,” she smirked. “I have an early present for you. I invited a friend to come join us in my room at the Leaky Cauldron. I thought the three of us could have some fun together.”

“Really, who?” Harry asked a moment before his brow furrowed worriedly. “It’s a girl, right?”

“Yes, it’s a girl,” Narcissa said, rolling her eyes. “And it would ruin the surprise if I was to tell you, now, wouldn’t it?”

“I never did like surprises,” he muttered.

“You’ll like this one,” she assured him.

“Alright,” Harry said. “I trust you.”

Narcissa smiled widely.

“Good,” she said, pulling him into the restaurant.

The same blonde waitress that had served them the first time smiled when she spotted them and walked over with a couple of menus clutched under her arm.

“Hello again,” she greeted them happily. “Table for two?”

“Yes,” Narcissa replied with a smile.

“Right this way.”

The blonde turned and led them to a corner table. Once they were seated, she handed them the menus and poured them glasses of water.

“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes to take your order,” she said.

“Could we get some extra napkins?” Narcissa asked.

“Of course,” the waitress said, turning away with a smile.

“So, this girl you invited,” Harry said, glancing over the menu. “Can you tell me what house she’s in?”

Narcissa smirked as she took a sip of water.

“Does it matter?” she asked, setting down her glass.

“I’m just curious,” Harry shrugged. “Can you give me a hint?”

“She’s in your year,” Narcissa replied after a moment of thought. “And she’s not in your house. But that’s all I’m telling you.”

Smirking to herself, she watched the curiosity burn in his eyes. She could practically see him trying to work the puzzle over in his mind, but she hadn’t given him quite enough pieces to put it all together. A moment later, the waitress returned.

“Here’s your napkins,” she said, setting them on the table. “Are you ready to order?”

“I’ll have the duck,” Narcissa said, picking up one of the napkins.

“Right,” the waitress said, writing down the order and turning to Harry. “And you, sir?”

“Er,” he said, looking over the menu quickly.

Discretely, Narcissa slipped her hand with the napkin under the table and wiped up a bit of Harry’s semen that had leaked down her thigh. Harry was oblivious as he looked through the menu, but the waitress noticed, her eyes widening slightly.

“I’ll have the Shepard’s Pie,” Harry said.

“What?” the waitress asked. “Oh, right. I’ll get these right into the kitchen.”

Narcissa smirked as she watched the waitress deliver their order to the kitchen and then whisper something to another waitress. She pretended not to notice when they both looked over at her and set the napkin on the table.

~

A couple of hours later, Harry and Narcissa returned to the Leaky Cauldron. As they walked into the room, she glanced at the bathroom door and noticed it was closed. She’d deliberately left it open so she would know her guest had arrived.

“So, when’s this friend coming?” Harry asked, hugging her from behind and kissing her neck.

“Soon,” Narcissa said, tilting her head to give him better access. “Are you always this impatient?”

“Sometimes,” he muttered between kisses, his erection straining against her bum.

Spinning around in his arms, Narcissa kissed him passionately. Quickly, they stripped each other out of their clothes and fell onto the bed. After a bit of rolling around, she ended up on top, straddling his waist, and threaded her fingers through his. Her breasts dragged over his muscular chest as she stretched forward, extending his arms above his head until the enchanted robe she’d placed under the pillows that morning sprang to life. Harry grunted in surprise as they bound his wrists to the headboard and pulled his lips from hers.

“What the…?” he asked, tugging at the rope.

Narcissa chuckled and caressed his cheek tenderly.

“Relax, you’re going to be our boy toy tonight,” she said. “My friend and I are going to use you however we want.”

“Oh, really?” Harry smiled, the tension leaving his muscles.

“Mh hmm,” Narcissa hummed. “Maybe, if you’re good, we’ll untie you later.”

Harry’s reply turned into a groan when she ground herself against his throbbing erection. With a smirk, Narcissa raised herself up, positioned his swollen head at her entrance, and slowly descended down his length with a moan. Closing her eyes, she rolled her hips, her nails raking faint, pink lines over his chest. When she opened them again, she planted her hands on his chest for leverage and rode him more vigorously. As she bounced up and down on his length, she felt the De-aging Potion begin to wear off.

Narcissa had taken a carefully measured dose that morning to get the timing just right.

Harry’s eyes widened as she aged before his stunned gaze. Wrinkles appeared around her eyes and lips. Her breasts grew half a cup size and sagged slightly, having given ground in their battle against gravity over the last twenty years. Her hips, thighs, and bum swelled, the extra weight slowing her movements but allowing her to spear herself on his length with more force. Even the sound of their sex changed. The light taps of her youthful bum on his muscular thighs gave way to heavy, meaty slaps that made her thicker curves ripple from the force.

“Holy shit,” Harry gasped, a tinge of panic in his voice. “Mrs. Malfoy!?”

“If you prefer,” Narcissa smirked. “Do you like knowing you’ve been fucking Lucius Malfoy’s wife for the last week? That I’ve done things for you, I’ve never done for him?”

Sliding her hands down to rest on either side of his head, she moaned as her larger, more sensitive nipples rubbed against his chest. As her fingers clutched at the sheets, her face stopped an inch from his. She rode him with complete abandon, desperate to show him how much she wanted this.

“You fuck me so much better than my husband,” she whispered.

Harry’s eyes widened, his shaft swelling and twitching in her depths. With a moan, Narcissa leaned down and pressed her lips to his. Unsurprisingly, he hesitated to kiss her back, but after taking a moment to get over his shock, his lips began to move against hers. She continued kissing him until he fully relaxed and kissed her back with the same hunger as the last few days before pulling back with a moan. His gaze dipped down to stare at her breasts, and a part of her was relieved to see he still found her attractive.

“I meant every word that I said,” Narcissa panted. “I’m going to help you beat that monster.”

“By sleeping with me?” Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Narcissa smirked, “That’s just a bonus,” she said. “A very large, hard bonus.”

Rolling her hips, she drew a groan from his lips.

“Why?” Harry groaned.

“Because I love your cock,” she moaned.

“No. I mean, why are you helping me?” he asked.

“Oh,” Narcissa said, slowing her movements. “Because you’re far more powerful than you give yourself credit for. Dumbledore Has left you woefully unprepared, but that’s alright. My friend and I are going to help you. Speaking of my friend, you can come out now!”

“It’s about time,” a female voice said from the bathroom.

The door opened, and Daphne Greengrass, a tall, statuesque blonde, stepped into the room. Dressed in a dark green silk robe that clung to her generous curves, she leaned against the doorframe and smirked.

“Potter,” she said.

“Hi,” Harry said awkwardly, waving his hand as much as the rope around his wrist would allow.

“The Greengrasses have a marriage contract with the house of Black,” Narcissa explained, her hips slow but still moving. “Sirius refused, and Regulus vanished before they could fulfill it. Now, it falls to you. And I know what you’re going to say, but if you refuse, it will fall to Draco, and he will take advantage of it.”

“Wait, if I don’t marry Daphne, she’ll have to marry Malfoy,” Harry said incredulously. “Er, no offense.”

“No,” Daphne replied. “I did too good of a job scaring him away at Hogwarts. He intends to force my sister to marry him.”

“Oh,” Harry said, his brow furrowing in thought.

“Don’t think of this as a bad thing,” Narcissa told him. “Not only will you be protecting Astoria, but Daphne has fancied you for some time.”

Harry blinked in surprise and looked at Daphne, who smirked.

“Don’t think I’ll just be the dutiful wife cooking your meals and warming your bed,” she said. “I’ll be teaching you everything you need to know about the magical world to succeed. You’ll also get to keep Narcissa as your mistress.”

“Mistress?” Harry asked, turning to the blonde still rolling her hips. “But, you’re married.”

“For now,” Daphne corrected. “When you win this war, and we’re going to make sure you do, Lucius will be in prison for his crimes, and if Draco doesn’t join him, he’ll need someone to pull his arse out of the fire. Which you’ll do because he isn’t a threat on his own; the public will see it as you granting mercy to a family that wronged you, and the Purebloods will see it as you ruthlessly taking the spoils of war.”

“And that’s a good thing?” Harry asked, confused.

Chuckling, Narcissa patted and caressed his cheek.

“Don’t worry. It will make more sense once Daphne teaches you about Wizarding culture,” she said.

“In exchange,” Daphne continued firmly, “I want to take up the Black family seat on the Wizengamot, and I want to keep Tracey as my mistress. Whether or not she joins you in bed is up to her.”

“You’ll also be able to marry anyone you want as your wife for House Potter,” Narcissa told him.

“Er,” Harry said, glancing blankly between the two women. “Can I think about it?”

“Good, you’re not stupid,” Daphne said with a satisfied nod. “Your birthday is in a week, and that’s when you usually go to the Weasleys, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry replied, curious about the sudden change in topic.

“Good,” Daphne smirked. “That gives me a week to convince you.”

Untying the robe in one smooth motion, she dropped it to the floor, exposing her naked body. Narcissa smirked as his jaw dropped and his length twitched excitedly inside of her.

A/N: There will be a chapter 3 and it will be coming soon. I know you guys hate cliffhangers, but I had to break this into two chapters for the sake of time. Sorry. I promise to finish it soon. Probably later this week or early next week.