Pleasant Encounter- Part 2

AN: I had this done yesterday but just couldn't get to the edit. Apologies for the brief delay, hope you enjoy!

Casting-

Emma Vaisey- Meika Woollard

Narcissa- Valerie Cody

“Thank you, Severus, I can make my way from here.” Narcissa told the potions master as the stone gargoyle jumped out of the way.

“I really should take you up.” He told her, “The headmaster will have questions.”

“Questions which I’ll be happy to answer,” She assured him, “You’ve already done more than enough, no need to waste anymore of your time.”

Understandably, he’d been surprised to get her owl requesting a meeting, and even more surprised after the fact when she’d asked to see Dumbledore. Whenever it came to Malfoy business, it was always Lucius that was involved. And considering he’s on the board of governors, it’s rather unsurprising.

It was the first time she could remember coming to Hogwarts since her graduation two decades before. But there were certain matters that needed her attention, and certain plans she had in mind that required the headmaster’s agreement.

The muscle of Severus’s jaw ticked before he finally agreed, “Very well… I suppose you’re right.” With that, the pair of them parted ways her up the stairs and him back the way that he’d come.

Knocking on the door at the top of the stairs, she heard a muffled ‘enter’ just as her fist met wood. As she opened the door, she could see that he was ready to speak before he shut his mouth just as quickly, “Narcissa, I must admit, you’ve caught me by surprise… I didn’t realize that you were in the castle.”

“I requested a meeting with Severus to discuss certain stories I’ve heard.” Walking around the chair, she took a seat across from the headmaster and crossed her legs primly.

“Stories?” He had one eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.

“About my son, his general behavior, and an unsettling incident where he found himself stuck as a ferret.”  Her tone gave nothing away, whether she was displeased or simply curious. Because in all honesty she wasn’t the least bit upset about her son’s punishment, in fact, she was rather pleased. It gave me a believable reason for my request.

“Yes,” Dumbledore said slowly, “Alastor’s reaction was… excessive.”

“Though not entirely underserved from what I’m told.” That clearly wasn’t what he was expecting her to say, and she had to stifle the snicker that threatened to bubble out of her, “It’s entirely unbecoming that someone of his station should stoop to cursing someone in the back.”

The headmaster looked at her through narrowed eyes, “It’s far from the first time that your son has made foolish decisions. Why, I can remember his first year when he challenged Mr. Potter to a duel only to fail to show up. Instead, he tried to get Harry and his friends caught for breaking curfew.”

That wasn’t a story she’d been told… she’d remember. I could only imagine Lucius would be incensed if he found out. If Harry knew the potential retaliation he could enact, given his family’s position, it would spell disaster for the Malfoy family. Which is exactly why Draco never mentioned it, I’m sure. He’s hoping it’ll just be a foolish teenage mistake lost to time.

“So, I can’t help but wonder why you’re interested now.”

Narcissa gave the old wizard a small smile, “It’s true, I’ve been negligent. I’ve allowed Lucius to influence Draco and his behavior too much. Influence him without properly educating him and I refuse to let him continue making a fool out of himself and his family.” The Malfoy reputation didn’t bother her one way or the other at this point in her life, but it made for a good excuse.

“And given the prestige of the event currently taking place here at Hogwarts, each new misstep carries that much more weight.” She thought the Triwizard Tournament was a ridiculous event that no sensible witch or wizard would willingly take part in, but it had international acclaim, “I refuse to let him make any more of them.”

“So… what exactly are you proposing?” It was easy to see that the usually knowledgeable headmaster really didn’t know where she was going with the conversation. Something that he was entirely unaccustomed to.

“The Yule Ball will happen in just a fortnight.” Narcissa loved a good ball, ever since she was a child, and she was hoping to attend this one too, “To ensure that my son has a proper deterrent from any foolishness, I’d like to attend the event.”

“As a chaperon?” The headmaster didn’t sound convinced, and she couldn’t really blame him. There weren’t many adults that willingly offered to keep an eye on young adults when they weren’t required to do it. But then, I doubt many chaperones have the incentive that I do.

“If you like, yes.” She would only be there for her own purposes, but would happily help out the staff, if necessary, “Can you really say that an extra bit of help wouldn’t be appreciated?”

“No, I suppose that I can’t.” Still, that didn’t stop him from scrutinizing her, no doubt trying to decipher her true purposes. She was a Slytherin at heart, after all. But in his heart, Dumbledore was an almost foolishly trusting man, or at least made himself appear that way, so in short order, he reached a decision, “Very well, Narcissa. I’ll expect you in the Great Hall for festivities on the twenty-fifth.” His eyes finally twinkled in that same way she remembered from her own time at Hogwarts, “I’m sure you have a dress for the occasion.”

“Dozens, Dumbledore, but one more wouldn’t hurt.” That made him chuckle as she stood, “Thank you for your time. I’ll see myself out.”

The headmaster’s eyes followed her until the door closed behind her. Making her way to the enchanted staircase, she was passing the Great Hall just as he was coming out… alone, luckily for her.

They’d shared nearly a dozen letters since their liaison at the World Cup. She took them to the post so they wouldn’t arrive with one of her family’s far too conspicuous owls. She found him… endearing… adorable… a great many things that still surprised her even as she grew more attached.

Which is exactly the reason why I wanted to ensure I could attend the Yule Ball… among others. Exchanging letters was nice enough, but there wasn’t a night that passed where she didn’t think of what they did together at the World Cup and hoped for another opportunity.

He looked… fantastic. He was wearing clothes that fit him properly, unlike the first time they met, and he seemed to be filling them out far better than he had before, too. At her insistence, he’d taken a regiment of nourishment potions. And I know he took my advice about preparedness to heart, too.

His performance against the dragon had been the talk of the country. Not just because of his utter daring but because of his obvious skill as well.

Feeling his eyes on her sent a shiver down her spine that she’d missed terribly since the last time they’d seen each other. Catching his gaze, he gave her a wide, schoolboy grin that she knew made her blush. As much as she would like to stop and talk to him, she knew that it’d be far too suspicious. Instead, she threw a wink his way before making her way out of the gates and toward Hogsmeade. Soon, I’ll be doing far more than that.

Waiting was never a pleasant thing to do. The anticipation felt palpable for Harry as he stood in the Entrance Hall waiting for his date. It was wholly understandable considering he was waiting on someone who could very easily decide to stand him up just to make him look like a fool. But if that does happen, I suppose I deserve it for taking a Slytherin.

It wasn’t his initial thought. But then, he hadn’t had a thought to take anyone. His crush on Cho had died rather abruptly over the summer, and Hermione had already accepted a date before he thought to bring it up with her. He thought of just asking one of his fellow Gryffindors, so he’d have someone for the opening dance. The only person he really wanted to take was someone entirely preposterous to even consider. Though the look on Draco’s face if I brought his mother would’ve been priceless.

It was Narcissa that convinced him to ask a Slytherin. Unsurprisingly, her argument had been compelling. Any Slytherin girl, almost without fail, would have the necessary skill to open the dance, something she insisted that he be able to match. They would have the social grace to stick by his side without embarrassing him and know how to make polite small talk. Many of them had been doing it since they could only barely walk.

It caused quite a stir around the school when they all found out that he’d asked Emma Vaisey. She was a quite pretty girl a year younger than him, dark-haired and slender with greyish-blue eyes, and a slight upturn to her nose that was rather cute rather than puggish like Pansy. He was surprised when she agreed to go with him without even batting in eye.

The longer he waited the more he wondered if he should have given her quick acceptance more thought. He actually breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her coming up the staircase from the dungeon. She wore a shiny green dress that was an oddly similar shade to his eyes. Her hair was up in an elaborate bun with twinkling jewels interlaced.

As she came over to him, he managed to remember his manners, “You look beautiful.”

That made her smile, “Thank you, Harry. You look very handsome yourself.” She dipped her head slightly almost as though she were embarrassed, “Sorry for keeping you waiting, I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect.”

He chuckled softly, “It was fine, really. I only had a mild panic attack. It could’ve been far worse.”

“Well, as long as it was only mild.” Offering her his elbow, she took it, and he led them both over to the other champions.

They didn’t even have a moment to make small talk before McGonagall came over, “Good everyone’s here. Ready now… youngest first and we’ll make our way in.”

The massive doors swung open as they made their approach and the second that Harry crossed the threshold, the crowd started cheering. Emma had a soft smile on her face and waved to a few of her friends at one of the tables when she heard her name called.

Harry did his best to follow her example, though his smile became stuck to his face, and he nearly stumbled when he saw her in the crowd. Well, I guess that explains why she was at Hogwarts just a couple weeks ago. Funny that she didn’t mention it in any of her letters since.

Narcissa was sitting at a table just to the right of the head table. Snape sat to one side looking surly, and greasy, as ever while Professor Sinistra sat on the other. He barely noticed them though as he stared at the gorgeous older woman unabashedly for a few long seconds.

Wearing purple and silver, even down to her necklace and bracelet, her long blonde hair fell in tight ringlets around her face. A woman that beautiful only needed a small amount of makeup, but what little she had on only enhanced her pouty lips and sharp cheekbones. Her dress was perfectly tailored to hug her impressive curves. He thought she looked fantastic at the World Cup, but this was something entirely different.

He had a feeling more than one young man would get in trouble with their dates if they got caught looking in her direction. But Narcissa had no intention of him being one of them as she made the barest of nods in Emma’s direction so that she wouldn’t notice his distraction.

As they made their way behind the head table, he made a point of pulling out his date’s chair for her. With a grateful smile, she took her seat, and the meal began in short order.

They made small talk between themselves and with the other champions and their partners. Harry found that he enjoyed Emma’s company, far more than he would’ve some of the other options. He decided that he’d have to thank Narcissa for her suggestion. Preferably in private, later tonight.

That didn’t stop him from stealing a glance in her direction every so often because he just couldn’t help himself. Fortunately for him, he was more subtle about it than some of the other blokes around the room. He watched Zacharias Smith get smacked in the back of the head two tables away when he was caught staring by Megan Jones.

The dancing came next, and he once again found himself thankful for Narcissa’s insistence. It was obvious from the moment they started moving that Emma knew what she was doing. There was a practiced ease in every step that he couldn’t quite match, but that he was perfectly capable of keeping up with thanks to a bit of hard work with Professor McGonagall.

As much as he would like to go and find Narcissa and offer her a dance too, he knew that wouldn’t be fair to Emma. He wanted her to have a good night, partially because he knew that his secret lover would be disappointed with anything less, but also because she deserved it.

They danced to a half dozen more ballroom dances before the bands changed and the Weird Sisters took the stage, “Did you want to keep dancing?” He asked over the din of the crowd.

“Maybe later, now seems as good a time to take a break as any. I wouldn’t mind sitting with my friends for a while if you don’t mind.” She didn’t seem to care for the change in music and would’ve preferred it to stay classical.

Making their way through the crowd, she looked around to find her friends before spotting them at a table toward the back closer to the refreshments table. They didn’t get there before being rudely interrupted by an always irritating presence. Though for once his vitriol wasn’t directed toward him. At least not entirely, “Really Vaisey… Potter is the best that you could do? I thought for sure it was all just a ploy to make him look a fool… but you’ve been up there smiling away all night.”

His acerbic tone left no doubt how he felt about it, though there was a slight slurring to his words that made Harry wonder if there was some other influence at play, too. Considering he was sitting next to Pansy, he didn’t think that Draco was one to judge.

Entirely unbothered by his accusations, Emma told him, “No Draco, unlike you I have plenty of choice when it comes to potential partners, and I picked the one who suited me best.”

Harry had no idea if that was true or not, but it clearly rubbed Malfoy the wrong way. Smacking his hands down on the table he stood with a nasty snarl on his lips, “So you pick a halfblood, golden boy who only ever gets lucky! You really don’t know what’s good for you.”

“I seem to do a better job of it than Parkinson, so youreally can’t be one to judge.” It struck Harry that this was a girl who knew how to handle people in ways that he never could. He couldn’t help but be impressed.

Draco wasn’t, “Or maybe he’s just the one who had the most coin to offer, hmm? Is that it, Emma? I’d heard that the Vaisey’s had fallen on hard times, but to stoop so low as to be his whore…”

The air around them grew chilly as Harry felt a burning fury build up in his gut. Emma pulled back as though struck as Pansy tittered at her expense. The other people at their table, all Slytherins, didn’t look nearly as amused as they eyed Harry cautiously. From the smug expression on his face, Draco didn’t even realize his mistake.

It wasn’t just Harry’s reaction that he needed to worry about though, there was someone equally terrifying just behind him that had heard every word out of his mouth, “Draco,” She didn’t yell, her voice was deadly calm and just his name was enough to make him pale, “I hoped that the rumors of your behavior were merely that. It seems I was sadly mistaken.”

He turned so quickly that he nearly tumbled right over into Pansy, “Mother, I can explain…”

She cut him off before he even had a chance, “You can explain why you were denigrating a pureblood heiress to one of the Noble Houses in the middle of a major social event?” She stepped closer to him, and he shrunk away from her.

While Lucius wielded the political power of the family, it was clear that Narcissa had a far more intimidating presence, “You realize that her father could call for a duel tomorrow for your slanderous claims, that he could bring your father to trial in the Wizengamot for the same! Not to mention the prestige of the Potter family and what you just insinuated!”

I clearly need to brush up on some of the protocols and histories of the different old magical families. Because while he was pleased to see Draco get dressed down, most of the implications went right over his head. Though one thing made Harry chuckle. Given what he knew of her own misdeeds, Draco’s paled in comparison. She’s a fantastic actress though.

“Mother… I didn’t mean it… I swear!” There was sweat on his brow as his eyes flitted around the crowd that gathered.

Through gritted teeth, she commanded, “Apologize, now, and get yourself back to your dormitory. Pray that I don’t hear of any more incidents where you’re involved otherwise you will regret it.”

Whipping around, Draco couldn’t meet their eye as he whispered out a hurried, “Sorry.” The moment it left his mouth, he nearly ran from the room with Pansy close behind.

“Is there a problem here, Narcissa?” The headmaster had seen the commotion and come to intervene.

“None whatsoever, professor.” She said it with an impressive calm after her anger, “Just dealing with a family issue.”

Dumbledore frowned but didn’t press further, “Very well,” he looked to the crowd, “Enjoy the rest of your night, it’s still young.”

As they dispersed, Narcissa approached them and Emma couldn’t help but tell her, “Thank you.”

“It’s the least that needed to be done,” Narcissa assured her, rubbing her arm consolingly, “I can only imagine what my own mother would’ve done had she heard such horrid things thrown my way.”

They shared a smile before she left them to join Emma’s friends. As his date stepped past her though, there was a lingering look in Harry’s direction with eyes that made him a little hot under the collar.

The rest of the evening went by without any further unpleasantness. It was nearing midnight by the time he made his way out of the Great Hall and escorted Emma down to the Slytherin Common Room, “How do you know where they are?”

“That’s a secret,” He told her with a chuckle, “but stick around long enough and maybe you’ll find out.”

“I might just do that then.” Standing at the entrance they stopped, and she looked up at him with big eyes.

Leaning down he kissed her on the cheek. Given it was only their first date, if you could even call it that, it seemed like the best thing to do. Between the blush and the smile, he thought he was right, “Thanks for agreeing to be my date.”

“I still can’t believe you asked,” She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek of her own, “I’m glad you did though.”

“Me too,” The pair grinned at each other, “Goodnight, I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m counting on it.” With that, he left Emma behind so she could say her password without worrying.

Rather pleased with the way the night had gone, he made his way through the dungeon’s corridors slowly. They were some of the last to leave the hall, so he didn’t pass anyone on the way out. What he wasn’t expecting was for a  hand to wrap around his hip and guide him down a passage to his right, very much away from the stairs.

The smell hit him first, and he knew that perfume. He doubted that he’d ever forget, so he just let her take the lead. They stopped when they reached a blank stretch of wall in a corridor that he’d never been in before. He heard a faint tapping and then suddenly the wall opened in front of them to reveal an arched entrance into a rather lavishly decorated room.

Stepping inside, it closed just as quickly as it opened, and it was only then that the beautiful older vixen revealed herself. There were plenty of questions he wanted to ask her, but there was a more pressing need that overcame any words.

He’d spent the night wanting nothing more than to find a quiet, secluded spot for the two of them so that he could tear her lovely dress from her body and hear all those delicious noises that he heard in his dreams again.

Now that he had the opportunity, he didn’t intend to hesitate because of a few questions. Pulling her close, their lips met, and he felt that same heady joy as their first time together. Her nails scraped along his jaw as her other hand pressed against his chest.

The couch behind her was big and looked perfectly comfortable. She giggled happily as he took her by the hips and walked her back into it. Her knees met the cushion and she dropped with a surprising grace into it.

Cupping her cheeks as they continued to kiss, he finally straightened, looming over her. His hips were level with her pretty face, and she gave a sexy smirk as one dainty hand came up to run along the inside of his thigh, her fingertips teasing the head of his hardening length, “Well, someone clearly missed me.”

Sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders, he pushed down on the cups that contained her beautiful breasts to reveal creamy, smooth skin and pale, stiff nipples. Taking one of them between two fingers, she gasped and leaned into his touch, “I think the feeling is mutual.”

Biting her lower lip, she nodded her head urgently as she hurried to undo his belt and push down his trousers. But there was something else he had in mind. She’d done such a wonderful job of servicing him their first time together, even though they were in quite the hurry, he only thought it was right if he took the time to return the favor. Honestly, he didn’t know if he’d be any good at it, but he wanted to try all the same.

Kneeling on the floor, he pushed her legs apart and flipped the skirt of her dress up to reveal her covered sex. Her panties were soaked with her arousal, clinging tightly to her puffy lips. He could see the thin line of her slit through the flimsy silver fabric.

Narcissa looked down at him with wide, blue eyes, “What are you doing?”

He wished he knew for sure, a bit of experience here would be a great help, but he figured a bit of confidence, even if it was feigned would go a long way, “Just relax and enjoy. I want to do something for you.”

Pulling the gusset of her knickers from her pussy, a strand of her nectar clung to the material. He gathered it on his finger and pressed down on the tiny nub that was just peaking out at the top of her slit. She gasped in pure pleasure, her fists clenching white in the skirt of her dress, “Oh Morgana…”

Taking that as a good sign, he kept circling her clit with his thumb as he leaned into taste her. Her hips bucked when his tongue touched her sensitive walls, delving into her wetness to massage her.

Every time he managed to pull an eager, “Oh…” from her body, he made sure to trace it into his memory. He wanted to know every spot on her gorgeous body that made her tick.

He lapped at her dripping sex like a man in a desert. Her thighs squeezed his head on either side, muffling her noises of extasy as she writhed in pleasure. His tongue found her clit and he swirled around it, his finger coming up to prod at her twitching walls. He curled his fingers deep inside of her and scraped something… Something that made her entire body go stiff, her thighs pressing hard enough that he could barely even move and there was a gush of her juices that covered his chin.

Her scream was loud enough that he could hear it even with the pressure of her thighs against his ears. It didn’t stop either as he kept pressing that spot deep inside her to prolong her obvious pleasure. Her entire body shuddered like a leaf as she moaned through her climax.

It became too much, she became too sensitive, and she finally pushed his head away as she continued to twitch with aftershocks of pleasure. Her eyes were closed tight, her chest and face were flushed, and Harry couldn’t help but admire his handiwork.

Gently rubbing her thighs as she came down to earth, he waited patiently for her eyes to open. When it happened, she was looking at him in awe, her blue eyes dark and wild, “That… that was…” Words failed her, but actions didn’t.

In the blink of an eye, she pushed him onto the couch before pulling his trousers down and off his feet. There was only one thing that had her attention and it rested heavy against his abs. Straddling him, she dragged her slit along his length, covering it in her wetness.

Taking him in hand, she brought him to her damp petals and pressed down with her weight. They both breathed in deeply at the wonderful sensation of being together again. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh as she stuffed her tiny pussy with every inch of his cock in one steady drop.

“I missed this… so much. You can’t imagine.” Her eyes closed briefly as she just enjoyed being so perfectly full.

Harry chuckled as he flexed himself inside her, “Cissa… you’re the only thing I’ve been thinking about that doesn’t have the potential to kill me.”

She smirked down at him, “Who says I can’t do that too?”

Dragging his cock from between her snug lips, he snapped his hips up and left her mouth open in pleasure, “I think you’d miss me too much.”

Her nails scraped along his chest, leaving deep red lines on his pale skin as she started bouncing on his length, “Gods yes… you’re fucking right!”

She threw her ass down against him, clapping her beautiful bum against his thighs with each new plunge. His hand cupped one of her full tits, massaging her sensitive nipple as she put everything she had into fucking him. Her juices covered his cock, dripping down to his balls to fall to the ground beneath them as the room was filled with the musky aroma of their lovemaking.

Her cunt clutched around him as her entire body shook. She kept him buried deep as she came, grinding her clit hard against his crotch.  There was something intoxicating about watching this beautiful woman cum, and he struggled not to follow with her.

Dropping down so that her beautiful bosom was squished between them, she pulled him into a kiss as she started bouncing her hips again. Her words were stilted as she pulled away to nip at his ear, “I need it… I need to feel that… that warmth again… Harry… please… Don’t you want to… to fill me up… to breed my little pussy.” She whimpered as she felt him respond to her filthy words, “I can feel how badly you… you want it. Just put all that fucking cum right in my womb.”

“Fuck…” Thwack. Her ass rippled as he buried himself to the hilt in her pussy. His balls tightened and he expanded and bucked as the cum raced up his shaft. His warm seed bathed her womb in white as they both reveled in the euphoric feeling. With each new pulse, Narcissa squeezed around him as she mewled in utter euphoria.

As they laid there in the afterglow of their lovemaking, their hearts thumping next to one another, he told her, “I’m really happy to see you.”

She giggled as she rested her chin on his chest to look at him, “I noticed.” She danced her fingers along her arms as she asked, “Did you have fun with Emma?” For a second, he didn’t know how to answer that, and she must’ve noticed, “Don’t worry, I won’t be mad. I was the one who recommended her, remember?”

“I did. It was a great night.” He admitted as he kissed her lips.

“Good, she’s a lovely girl. You should continue to get to know her.” Whatever plans she had, he had a feeling that she’d tell him when she was ready.

For the time being, he was content to let her wait, “It ended better than I could’ve hoped though.” He spun her hair around his finger, “I was surprised to see you though.”

“I wanted it to be,” She looked vulnerable, and a little bit afraid before she took a breath and let it out, “And I wanted to see you again, so I could tell you in person.”

“What?”

“You’re going to be a father. I should be showing soon.” As he stared at her stunned, she continued in a rush, “The first time was enough, this time I was just trying to rile you up.” He felt his heart hammer in his chest as the ramifications of what they’d done hit him like a train.

But even that wasn’t enough to overwhelm his joy. He beamed at her, “That’s amazing.” The smile he got in return was truly beatific as he could feel her relief at his response, “But your husband…”

She brought a finger to his lips, “Don’t worry… I’ll handle it. You just worry about surviving the tournament, understood.” He nodded with her finger still stuck to his lips, “Good, I wouldn’t want your child to know a life without their father.”

The kiss he pulled her into was passionate, filled with a surprisingly real affection. The rest of the night was filled with much of the same as they celebrated.