Pleasant Encounter- Part 4

AN: I think you should all be rightfully frustrated with me. I'm frustrated with myself. This took me a week longer than I expected. Some of that was due to the holiday, but it should've been done long before that. When I started, I intended to update far more often than I've been managing lately, and I will fix it. I appreciate everyone's' patience and for your continued support.

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Casting-

Narcissa- Valerie Cody

Staring at the wall of green hedges, Narcissa waited anxiously. Did they consider, even for a second, that this was meant not only to be a challenge but entertainment as well? The only time any of the spectators saw even a glimpse of any of the four champions was as they entered the maze that served as their final task.

At least that was true until the first bright red lights shot up into the sky. Narcissa waited with bated breath hoping that it wasn’t Harry and that if it was that he wasn’t hurt in any way. In the end, it wasn’t Harry that they pulled out the maze but Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour, the former was still unconscious while the latter looked far worse for her troubles. Just what in Merlin’s name is actually going on in there.

There were murmurings among the crowd, the same thoughts spreading through whispered words as they all waited for more sparks to appear or for a winner to be crowned.

It might’ve been the stress, or it might’ve been the fact she was already well past due anyway, but Narcissa felt a twinge in her abdomen where her obscured baby was just waiting to be born. It wasn’t too intense, but as the minutes passed the second one was decidedly stronger.

And then, there was no ignoring it. Her water broke. She silently panicked, hoping that no one else around her noticed what had happened as she waved her wand to clean up the mess. As if that wasn’t panic inducing enough, it was at that moment that Harry appeared in back at the beginning, hand wrapped tightly around Triwizard Cup as well as what appeared to be one body. Music blared and the crowd shot to their feet in a cheer. Narcissa was one of the few that didn’t join them, but she had good reason.

A touch on her shoulder made her jump. It was Emma looking at her knowingly. In the stir of excitement that Harry’s arrival had caused, the younger girl had darted through crowd over to her, “You need to go.”

“No,” she protested as she tried to stifle a groan of pain as she felt another, more intense, contraction. The crowd was all staring down as things went silent, she could just make out Dumbledore hurrying down the stairs with Minister Fudge just behind as Emma helped her to her feet.

People were so consumed with the spectacle happening down there, they didn’t pay them any mind. Only when they were making their way away from the pitch did Emma tell her, “I’ll take you to Hogsmeade and from there I’ll go and fetch my mother. You shouldn’t be alone.”  

Narcissa would prefer to have Harry, but given he’d just won the Triwizard Tournament, along with whatever else was clearly going on, she thought that was nothing more than wishful thinking, “You might get detention.” It sounded so trivial given the circumstances, but she didn’t want her to get in trouble on her account.

“It’s worth the risk, Cissa. Besides, everyone is so focused on what’s happening with the Tournament, I doubt anyone, other than maybe Harry, will even realize that I’m gone until I’ve made it back.” Emma held her hand the whole long way from the quidditch pitch down to Hogsmeade.

Walking along was rather difficult, and she had to stop on at three occasions because of the intensity of her contractions. Once they reached Hogsmeade, they headed straight for the Three Broomsticks. It was relatively quiet with only a few of its regulars at the bar. Madame Rosmerta greeted them, “Make yourselves comfortable.” But as she turned to actually look at them, she seemed to have an immediate realization. It was probably the look of pain on her face, and slight sheen of sweat, “Hurry along to the floo. It’s just through that door over there.”

Emma thanked her while Narcissa just gave a grateful smile before following her instructions. Helping her into the floo, Emma threw the powder down for her as she said, “St. Mungo’s.”

Narcissa waddled her way out of the exit into the clean, white hallways of the magical hospital as Emma followed her through. They made their way over to the desk together where a young witch, barely older than Emma greeted them, “Hello, how can we help you today?”

It was only then that Narcissa dropped the illusion from her belly. The woman behind the desk immediately called for someone to bring her a chair before she was escorted to a room. It was only once Emma knew where she would be that the younger girl returned to the entry and went to retrieve her mother.

As for Narcissa, she settled into the arduous process of childbirth.

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“And how are you feeling this morning, Lady Malfoy?” Hearing that name, especially as she was looking down at her newborn daughter, left a sour taste in her mouth, but she also couldn’t blame the matron for it either. Whether she liked it or not, she was still part of the Malfoy family.

“Better, and wondering when I’ll be able to return home?” Her new home, not the one that she’d spent the last nearly two decades in.

“As long as all of your vitals come back in good condition, I’d say it’ll be within the hour.” She waved her wand and a series of lights, as well as numbers appeared that didn’t mean much to Narcissa, but the matron seemed satisfied, “But in the meantime, you have a visitor.”

Natalie Vaisey had been her near constant companion since she first started labor and had only gone back home on her insistence, which is why that is who she was expecting. The door to her room opened and in came someone completely different, but that she was very much happy to see, “Harry?”

He was smiling, and then his eyes drifted from her face to the small little bundle pressed to her chest. The matron left them alone without commenting on the arrival of one of the most famous wizards in Britain, but then, it’d been all over the paper that she’d been given to Lord Potter, so he was well within his right to visit her.

He approached her bed, leaning over to put a kiss on her forehead before offering his finger to their newborn daughter, “How are you feeling?”

“As though I’m tired of hearing that question…” At his raised eyebrow, she sighed, “I’m doing perfectly fine. The potions they’ve had me taking are doing wonders for my recovery and I know I could walk out of here right now if they’d merely let me.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you.” He stared at their daughter as she grabbed one of his fingers between tiny hands. She was sure that he didn’t plan to be a father at such a young age, but that look in his eyes was far more affectionate than anything she’d ever seen from Lucius. Besides, I’ll be here to help him along the way.

“As far as excuses go, yours was better than most.” She assured him while offering a warning smile, “Just make sure not to let it happen again.”

“I won’t, I promise.” He chuckled softly to himself, “With any luck, my days of adventuring will finally be behind me.”

That caused her to furrow her brow, “What are you talking about?”

“Has no one told you?” Her still puzzled look was enough of an answer for him, “When I took hold of the Triwizard Cup, it turned out to be a portkey meant to take me back to the start of the maze but it was tampered with.”

“What? By who?”

“Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Mad-Eye Moody if you can believe it.” That made her heart sink, and he took her hand to comfort her, “Whatever you’re thinking I promise things went better than you imagine.”

“Explain. Now.” Given his history, his idea of better could involve a basilisk.

“I ended up in a graveyard in a placed called Little Hangleton. Not far from the gravestone of man named Tom Riddle.” If he thought that was going to make her feel any better, he was failing miserably, “But I took your warning earlier that day seriously, and hid myself the moment I arrived.” That finally made her feel better.

“There were two people in the graveyard with me. One was Voldemort, weak and possessing a homunculus. The other was Peter Pettigrew.”

“And the intent was to kill you surely.” Her heart thudded in her chest at the very thought.

“From what I gather, yes, but only after using my blood in a ritual to restore Tom to his former power.” He said it all so casually, as though he hadn’t stared death in the face only a few short days ago… yet again.

“And?”

“And… I didn’t let it happen. I stunned Wormtail as he searched for me. As for Tom, whatever he was at his best, he couldn’t defend himself in that sorry state and I had them both unconscious. I took a chance and hoped that the portkey might take me back and it did. From what Emma told me, you at least caught my arrival.”

“I did. I was rather confused as to why I saw two people… I figured it was the Diggory boy.”

“Cedric put up a good fight, but I made it to the Cup first. After your warning and my dreams, I thought it best not to put anyone else at risk.”

Narcissa cupped his cheek with her hand, “No, only yourself.” It was painfully selfless and so quintessentially Gryffindor. It was also infuriating and enflaming all at the same time. And something that I’m going to have to get used to since I don’t intend on letting him go anytime soon.

“I can’t imagine that Fudge took any of this news well.” She knew that the man prided himself on his image more than anything, and he had no stomach for the sort of danger that the Dark Lord’s reemergence guaranteed.

Harry snorted out a laugh, “No, of course he didn’t. But it’s hard to deny the truth when hundreds of people see it all at the same time. Amelia Bones was there within minutes, and she took things in hand before either the Minister or Dumbledore could interfere.”

“That’s good. She’s a very capable woman.” Narcissa knew Amelia from their time in school together. While at the time they’d had a great many differences, she couldn’t deny that she was an incredibly skilled witch.

“And she’s going to make a fine Minister.” Harry told her.

“What?”

“Fudge’s interference went one step to far, and they called for a Vote of No Confidence just yesterday that passed. Madame Bones is his most likely replacement.” She was sure that her husband was already planning his escape to some far away country. He knows that he can’t manipulate someone like Amelia the way that he did Fudge or even Bagnold.

“And there’s one other thing you should probably know.”

“What?” She could understand why the staff of St. Mungo’s had decided not to reveal any of this to her after the birth. It was rather a lot to take in, and there was something to be said about hearing it all from someone that you care about. Though I’m shocked that Natalie managed to keep it from me.

“Sirius is going to be exonerated and take over the Lordship of House Black.” It made sense, given that the whole country knew that Peter Pettigrew was still alive. And that he was the Death Eater as well, I’m guessing.

Still, Narcissa couldn’t help but blink owlishly at him. It was decidedly good news, and offered new opportunities that she wouldn’t have thought possible just a few short days ago.

Those thoughts were driven from her mind as their daughter started fussing slightly against her chest. Harry stirred and started to offer his help, but she just assured him, “Don’t worry, she’s just getting hungry.”

She moved her gown to offer her breast to the baby girl who quickly latched onto her nipple. Harry watched the whole thing with a soft affection that she’d never experienced years before with Draco. He asked her softly, “Have you decided on a name?”

“I’m quite sure that you have just as much say in that as I do.” She was just as much his daughter after all, and she would have his name. Though I suppose that isn’t certain anymore.

“Come on Cissa, you must have something in mind.”

It was true that she did. While her family had many faults, that became far clearer as she grew older, she still felt some sentimentality towards their old tradition. There was one name that she’d been rather fond of when she pondered them. It suited her family tradition, and paid some homage to his own mother, “I was thinking Lyra.”

It was a constellation and there was also Sylvia Lyrata, or Lyreleaf Sage flowers. Harry placed his hand on the back of their daughter’s head, “I love it.” That only made her beam.

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The halls of the Potter Estate were far more welcoming than the ones of Malfoy Manor, and that was to say nothing of her childhood home. And Narcissa was quickly becoming rather partial to it. Which is a good thing considering I’ll be living here for the foreseeable future.

It’d taken some renovating as the property had been derelict since the death of Harry’s grandparents, but House Elves were nothing if not industrious. Little Lyra was fussing in her arms as she prepared to put her down for a nap. They had an exciting day ahead of them, and Narcissa would almost describe herself as giddy.

As she turned the corner to enter the nursery, she stopped dead in her tracks, “Harry!?” She wasn’t expecting him to arrive for another few hours, “What are you doing here?”

“I finished with my business at the ministry faster than I expected and decided I couldn’t wait to come and see you any longer.” He approached and placed a kiss on her cheek before leaning down to place one on Lyra’s head, “Are you not happy to see me?”

“Of course, I am!” But a pout still found its way to her lips, “I just… had plans.” There was a dress she meant to put on and makeup that she intended to do. Instead, she was in pair of plain, silver pajamas that had a stain on the shoulder from some baby drool.

He teased her, “Don’t you always.”

Giving him a nudge to the shoulder, she elaborated, “I wanted to look nice for your first day here.”

“You look beautiful.” She didn’t know if that was true. At that moment, she looked like the mother of a newborn, but it was obvious that he meant it.

 Lyra yawned and without a bit of hesitation, Harry took her from Narcissa’s arms and carried her over to the cradle as he softly spoke to her. It was something she’d never experienced before. Lucius had never even held their son once when he was a baby. His interest in him was almost nonexistent until Draco was old enough to be influenced toward his way of thinking.

It made her heart feel full seeing Harry behave the way a father ought to. That was to be expected, she imagined. What was less expected was the wave of incredible attraction that left her wanting to rip his clothes off and drag him to his new quarters. And who’s stopping me?

“She’ll be asleep for an hour, at least.” Walking up behind her younger lover, she hugged him, her hands caressing the firmness of his chest. Her warm breath against his ear made him shiver. It was thrilling that she could pull that reaction from him so easily, “While we have some time for ourselves, I thought maybe we could visit your new bedroom…”

His hand covered hers as he laced their fingers together, “I think you mean ‘our’ new bedroom.” He turned his head and kissed against the corner of her lips, “And I think I’ve never heard a better idea, but what if she wakes up?”

“Dobby will inform us,” The former Malfoy elf had been ecstatic at the offer to work for the Potter family. He’d been shocked to find that he was working under his former Mistress, but that hadn’t deterred him in the slightest. She was always far kinder to him than Lucius, and without him looming over her, potentially judging that kindness, she could treat him properly, “Now come along, it’s time that you properly enjoy your concubine.”

She turned away and could hear his footsteps close on her heals. Smack! She squeaked and giggled at the spank, and it only spurred her on to get to their bedroom faster. Rushing through the door, she spun around only to be picked up at the waist and deposited on the bed.

 His lips were on her collarbone as his weight pressed against her. Narcissa could feel the growing bulge in his trousers as she pushed her hips up to meet his.  As he kissed his way up her neck, her fingers were busy undoing the buttons of his trousers.

His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt to skim along her belly. They lingered there briefly before drifting higher to squeeze at her impressive breasts. It seemed that they had a shared thought in that moment. We both have far too many clothes on.

He pulled away to push his trousers down and pull his shirt over his head. Narcissa wasted no time pulling her own shirt off but then she gasped as Harry reached for the waist of her trousers and pulled them off in one fluid motion. He was left in nothing but his pants, and she was sporting a rather plain set of black knickers and her bra. It was a far cry from the set of lingerie she’d intended to entice him with had he arrived when he initially planned, but from the passionate fire she could see burning in his piercing green eyes, he loved them all the same.

He didn’t bother unsnapping her bra, instead pushing aside the straps so that they rested along her arms and then pulling it down to free her beautiful globes. She’d already been gifted in that area and her pregnancy had only made them that much bigger. His mouth was on one of the sensitive little nubs and her back arched to meet his touch.

She should’ve expected it, but it made her blush as she felt some of her milk escape and fill his mouth. It clearly surprised him too as he pulled away, embarrassed. She didn’t give him a chance to dwell on it though as he gasped at the feel of her soft hand slipping beneath the elastic of his pants to grasp his turgid member. Looking up at him with her big eyes, it sounded almost like a prayer, “I need you… now.”

She’d gone months without his touch, and she could wait no longer. Though for the first time since they started their sordid affair, she could have him for more than one night. He could be hers every day, whenever the opportunity arose, and she intended to make full use of that fact. Starting right now.

Tugging on the waist of his pants, she managed to free his imposing length from its confines. Taking him in hand, she guided his swollen dome to her panty-covered slit. A bead of precum seeped from his tip and joined her own wetness that stained her knickers. His groan sent liquid heat right to her sex as she teased him, pushing him against her heat without actually giving him entry again and again.

Her giggle was downright devious as she pushed him little by little until all he could do was break. He grabbed her wrist to stop her with one hand while hooking his fingers in the gusset of her panties with the other. Holding her wrist, he used her hand to guide his cock to her puffy pussy lips.

“Oh!” Her mouth opened in ecstasy as he pushed those first exquisite inches into her tight hole. Even after giving birth, it still felt every bit as incredible as it had that night at the Quidditch World Cup. She gasped again as his hand found the back of each of her knees and pushed them up. It stretched her and made her that much more open as he started pushing his length deeper into her eager little pussy.

By the time his heavy balls came to rest against the pillowy cheeks of her arse, she felt so perfectly full again. Her walls squeezed along his veiny shaft, pulling a groan from his throat that made her squeeze that much harder. It was a wonderful, vicious circle.

As he dragged his cock from her needy sex, it was like her tightness refused to let him go. Her lips distended slightly, and you could just make out the ridge of his dome before he thrust himself back into the hilt. Her breath hitched and her hand found the hard muscles of his arse, nails digging in, trying to spur him on.

They fell into a primal, perfect rhythm.  There were no words shared between them other than the occasional whimpered, “Yes,” or “fuck.” Sweat dripped from Harry’s nose and landed in her bellybutton as every bit of her curvy body jiggled beautifully at the ferocity of his thrusts. Her knees were almost at her head as he had her folded up, pressing his weight down on her. Every thrust, he rolled his hips to add just that little bit of extra friction that came from brushing against her nub. She came once, and then again, and her voice was beginning to go hoarse

Her pussy rippled through an orgasm, and she’d long since lost count of the number as they made up for quite a bit of lost time. She felt the moment that his movements became more erratic, that his breathing became more labored, that he fought just that little bit harder to hold on for one last peak of hers.

But there was no need, he’d already given her more than her fair share, so she decided to play a little dirty. Her hand drifted to his swinging bollocks as his body clapped against hers, and she gave them a firm squeeze. That little bit of extra stimulation was too much for him and she felt his length flex within her clutching heat before he buried himself to the root again.

That first salvo bathed her womb in white and made her eyes roll toward the back of her head. But she pushed at his abs, and despite her position, she managed to pop him free of her sex. He slid between her plump lips as rope after rope covered her body. It was the best of both worlds as far as she was concerned. She got a creamy filling and got to taste the product of their hard work.

When he was finally spent, he let go of her knees and sat down on his heels. Staring at him, she gathered every bit of his seed that didn’t stain their new bed sheets and brought it to her mouth. She grinned as she saw him throb.

Unfortunately, they’d been at it long enough, and probably loud enough, that Dobby popped in at that moment. She wasn’t surprised to see that he kept his eyes on the ground, “Sorry, Harry Potter, sir, but Lyra is awake…”

Narcissa moved to go and take care of it, but a hand on her hip stopped her, “I’ll handle it.” He pulled his pants back on and made for the door, while she admired his bum.

She called out, “It’s probably for the best… we’re expecting the Vaisey ladies later!” Without Lyra to worry about, she doubted they’d make themselves ready in time. Or at all.

He turned back to look at her with one raised eyebrow and she just waved him away. Dropping her head to the bed, she let out a satisfied sigh as she marveled at the state of her life. And to think, I thought the World Cup was going to be dull that night.