September 2025's Patron-Voted Story - Harry/Narcissa - Yuletide Changes

AN: Hogwarts begins at 18. All characters are over the age of 18.

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The heavy snowfall that filled Hogsmeade made the last visit before the holidays seem extra special. Couples spent the day strolling down the lovely roads with warming charms layered into their clothes. A few groups of men had created bunkers made out of snow and were magically lobbing snowballs at each other. Groups of friends visited the various shops along the high street in search of sweet treats and last-minute presents to buy for their family and friends.

And then there was Harry sitting all alone on a frozen bench with a frown on his face.

Honestly, being the Boy Who Lived shouldn’t have made finding a date for the Yule Ball this bloody hard.

He supposed that he only had himself to blame. Spiralling for a couple of weeks after Cho rejected him because she was already going out with Cedric hadn’t been the best plan given that most of the other eligible ladies at Hogwarts were quickly snatched up by the other men. He’d tried talking to quite a few of them: Susan Bones, Tracey Davis, Mandy Brocklehurst, and even Parvati Patil. They’d all found partners already.

The natural leap from there was to try any of the upper-year students. They already mingled a fair bit during weekend parties, but his luck there was even more dismal than it had been with the women in his year. It seemed like everyone had found a match except for him. Katie, Angelina, and Alicia even worked together to try to find a match for him, but all they could find were a couple of love-crazed fans who that Harry refused to even give the time of day.

The students from the other schools visiting Hogwarts had been his final hope. He’d spoken to Victor Krum, who was going to the ball with Hermione, but he informed him that all of the women from Durmstrang were spoken for. He’d tried speaking to Fleur about the women at Beauxbatons, but she still seemed annoyed at his inclusion in the competition and so refused to speak with him. He feared that she’d said something to her classmates because they all turned their noses up at him whenever he tried to approach them.

In short, it was hopeless. All he was left with was the minuscule chance that some random man would somehow get trapped somewhere in Hogwarts, leaving his beautiful, gorgeous date ready and willing to take any other suitor she could find.

Harry blew out a long breath and watched it mist in the air. “Like that’s ever going to bloody happen,” he muttered to himself.

Maybe he could take out an ad in the Daily Prophet and ask all of the witches of Britain if any of them would like to go with him. It wasn’t like he’d be the only person dating someone who didn’t attend Hogwarts. Given that only adults attended the school, many of them had partners outside of the castle’s walls.

But that would just look pathetic, wouldn’t it?

Burying his face in his hands, Harry let out an impressive groan of frustration. It was the sort that carried on the wind and caused everyone in the immediate vicinity to look over and wonder what was going on. Naturally, none of them bothered to approach him.

Except for one familiar face.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard you make that sound,” a delicate voice sounded from beside him.

Suddenly, Harry sat up straight and stared right into the pale-blue eyes of Narcissa Malfoy.

Half-a-dozen words tried to come out of his mouth all at once. The sound resembled something like someone choking while trying to yodel quietly. As embarrassed as Harry felt, at least Narcissa’s laugh didn’t sound malicious like his son’s so often did.

“May I sit down here?” She asked him, already sitting herself down before he could respond. They both knew what the answer would be anyways. As she got nestled in close beside him, she cocked her head to the side in a sophisticated look of intrigue. “What is it that’s bothering the Hero of the Wizarding World so badly that he’s having a fit on a bench?”

The teasing tone of her voice reflected the fact that he’d told her off too many times now that he hated being called anything like that. Naturally, it didn’t stop her from using it.

“This bloody Yule Ball,” Harry replied, frustration leaking through his voice.

He didn’t need to say any more. The simple fact of a fancy ball being involved could only mean one thing: women troubles.

“Really?” Narcissa. “And what is it that’s troubling you so? Is your date being too picky with what dress robes you can wear? I can assure you that we witches have a far better eye for colour than most wizards do. Do you keep stepping on her toes when you practice your opening dance? Is she spending too much time basking in being the date of the Boy Who Lived to pay you any attention?”

“None of the above,” Harry replied bitterly. “Because I don’t have a date.”

Narcissa’s eyebrows shot up. “You of all people don’t have a date?”

“Laugh it up.”

“I’m not laughing. I’m shocked, really,” Narcissa corrected him. “I’d have honestly expected anyone to go with you, whether or not they had a date already lined up.”

“Yeah, well, things have been difficult this year,” Harry muttered. “My reputation did take a big hit after I somehow ended up in this idiotic tournament, and then there were those badges that your son put together.”

“He’s always been a bit of a twat,” Narcissa commiserated.

“Just a bit?”

Narcissa cracked a smile at that. “Even still, I’m surprised that you couldn’t find anyone to go out with.”

Harry sighed loudly. “I might have been stuck in my own head after being rejected by the first woman I asked out.”

“Ah,” Narcissa nodded in understanding. “The stupidity of men’s brains knows no bounds.”

“Come on,” Harry rolled his eyes. “I really liked her. I had come up with this grand plan in my head about how perfect the night would be with her on my arm, and then…”

“It all came crashing down? Like I said: men can be really stupid.”

“Are you honestly going to tell me that no woman has ever panicked after her plans went awry?”

“Of course plenty of women freak out over silly things like that too,” Narcissa replied. “I didn’t say that women’s brains weren’t stupid too. The difference is that some women manage to prepare for alternative scenarios ahead of time.”

“Wish I could have done that,” Harry said.

“Lucky for you, I’m here to help you out,” Narcissa grinned at him.

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, feeling a faint flicker of hope rise up in his chest.

“There might not be any witches at Hogwarts that you can take, but there is one from outside of Hogwarts who’d be quite happy to attend with you.”

“Really?” Harry asked earnestly as he fully turned to face Narcissa. Her rosy cheeks looked so adorable contrasted with her all-white robes. “You’d seriously go with me? But what about your husband and Draco?”

“Don’t worry about them,” Narcissa assured him. “I’ll take care of all of that.”

“But back at the World Cup, you mentioned about wanting everything between us to be a secret,” Harry pointed out.

“I’ve changed my mind,” Narcissa shrugged casually, as though nothing were amiss. “Now, are you going to ask me to go with you or not?”

The decision was an easy one.

“Narcissa Malfoy, would you do me the honour of attending the Yule Ball at Hogwarts with me?”

“I’d love to.”

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Harry’s dark dress robes fit him perfectly. He really was grateful that Sirius had managed to secure these for him on such short notice after writing him about really wanting to impress his date. And when he revealed that he was going to the ball with Narcissa Malfoy, well, Harry really shouldn’t have been surprised that his godfather sent him a howler that was filled with nearly five minutes straight of pure laughter and weak attempts to form a sentence together. Apparently, this constituted enough of a prank to both Lucius and Draco that Sirius was willing to do whatever he could to support Harry, including sending along a bottle of cologne and a morning-after potion in case he happened to get lucky.

Honestly, Sirius would’ve been even more impressed if he’d heard about what Harry and Narcissa had gotten up to during the World Cup.

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The Top Box was packed with countless officials from governments all over the world. Minister Fudge had especially enjoyed introducing Harry to everyone, though he became surly whenever another minister suggested that, since Harry was an adult, he’d be welcome to move to their country to finish his education while having lavish housing and living costs provided by their ministry.

It didn’t take long before Harry grew tired of being shown around like a pony and ended up retreating to the edges of the box, and that was when he spotted Draco Malfoy arriving, fashionably late of course. He strode in wearing incredibly fine robes for a Quidditch match and looked like he felt that everyone should be fawning over his appearance.

Harry held back a sneer of disdain and shifted out of Draco’s line of sight, uninterested in any sort of conflict brewing. Lucius followed his son into the room, and then came the woman who must’ve been Draco’s mum.

Narcissa Malfoy, as he’d come to learn her name was, wore a set of flattering, layered green robes that clung to her slim figure without being revealing. Her long blonde hair was done up in a neat braid, highlighting her gorgeous neck and aristocratic face. Her blue eyes were shockingly clear and piercing as she scanned the room, but they softened upon finding Harry.

Struck by her incredible looks, Harry could do little more than hold her gaze as she stared into his eyes. The moment she finally looked away and followed her husband and son deeper into the box, Harry finally sucked in the deep breath that he’d been holding.

From then on, Harry was unable to avoid staring at Narcissa whenever she came into view. He feared that he was becoming too obvious about his interest when Ron came up and made a joke about it, but thankfully he assumed that Harry had seen Narcissa for the same arrogant person that her husband and son were.

But that was far from the truth.

In watching her navigate through these treacherous waters of political manoeuvrings, Harry saw a woman who was incredibly deft at molding to whatever the situation required. If Lucius ever did something to annoy who he was speaking to, Narcissa was right there with a soft smile and a perfectly-placed touch to smooth over the gaff. She held her own conversations as well, but Lucius was always keen to return her back to his side. It seemed like he needed her help to handle others much more than she needed him.

Just before the match, Lucius ended up in front of Arthur Weasley. As the two of them got into a row, Draco confronted all of the Weasley children and Hermione. Harry was just about to make his way over to assist them when he was intercepted.

“Childish isn’t he?” Narcissa spoke from his side. Harry nearly jumped in surprise; he hadn’t heard her approach. “Narcissa Malfoy.”

She offered him her hand, but he didn’t take it. Still feeling a tinge of heat in his chest from watching the confrontation blossom, his retort came sharp and quick. “He’s your husband,” he snapped, believing her to be referring to Arthur.

“A sad truth,” she replied with a sly smile. “And yet what am I to do but support him?”

Harry frowned in confusion. Why was she asking him these sorts of things? Why was she even talking to him in the first place?

“You could always leave him,” Harry replied cautiously.

Narcissa shrugged. “I could. It’d be quite the hassle though. We have a son together.”

“He’s a twat,” Harry replied. “Why would you even bother caring about him at all?”

That was a step too far, Harry realised a moment too late. Fair enough for him to have his problems with Draco, righteous as they were, but he didn’t need to take it out on her. Even if her husband and son were evil, that didn’t mean that she was.

“I apologise,” Harry said quickly. “That was unbecoming of me.”

“And not wrong,” Narcissa replied knowingly. “I know what my son is, Mister Potter, and my husband. The state of my family is one that I’m not too happy about, and try as I have to change it, my efforts have been unfortunately ineffective. Ah, there he goes.”

Harry looked up to see Lucius rearing back to throw a punch at Arthur. He was only stopped at the last second by some minister’s security detail who stepped in and tried to cool the situation down. Minister Fudge appeared a moment later and hastily tried to mediate some type of accord between the two men.

“Childish indeed,” Harry said. “If he truly wanted to start a fight, he wouldn’t wait for someone to stop him before he threw a punch.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Narcissa said. “A proper wizard would strike fast before they could be stopped. I’ve heard that you’re that type of wizard, Mister Potter.”

Harry glanced back at her face and frowned for the second time that conversation. Was she flirting with him? Her tone certainly seemed like it.

“Alas, I’m stuck with the type of wizard that my husband is,” Narcissa sighed.

“You don’t have to be,” Harry replied instantly.

They locked eyes again, both clearly understanding what Harry meant. It was bold and unplanned, but it felt right to Harry. Here was a gorgeous witch who barely looked to be thirty thanks to how magic slowed the aging process, and she was stuck in a horrific marriage with a terrible son. A small part of him enjoyed entertaining the idea that he could piss off Draco by fooling around with his mum, but a greater part of him was focused on what he himself wanted in that moment.

The conflict between Lucius and Arthur was coming to a close, and Lucius was clearly looking around for his wife. Before he could spot her, Narcissa leaned in close to him.

“Meet me by the loo a few minutes after the match starts,” she said before she whisked away through the crowd.

Harry returned to the Weasleys just as the Malfoys walked to another part of the box. Arthur still looked angry but tried to put on a pleasant face as he guided everyone back to their seats.

The match began within minutes with the introduction of the team mascots. When the veela arrived upon the pitch, almost every man except for Harry looked lost in an utter daze. Even after the Irish mascots came out, many men were still shaking themselves from their stupor.

Then, the players were introduced and the game got underway, and everyone was screaming and cheering as Ireland took advantage of the first scoring chance and fired the Quaffle through the back of the hoop.

Harry waited until Ireland had scored another before he made an excuse about something not sitting right with his stomach to excuse himself. He ducked his head and swiftly made his way out of the box back towards the stairwell. There were three doors to loos there, but one had a sign on it that read: No Entry - Cleaning.

He was just about to poke his head through one of the other doors when that one opened up. Narcissa Malfoy stood there with a sly smile on her lips and curled her finger towards herself, ushering Harry in.

Over the noise of the crowd and the commentators narrating the match, no one heard the two of them fucking for the next twelve minutes.

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Narcissa looked as beautiful as the first day he’d laid eyes on her. She came strutting down the steps of the castle to meet Harry by the Great Hall wearing a set of deep-ruby dress robes that made her silver jewelry take on a reddish hue when light reflected off of her. Everyone’s eyes were on her, not just Harry’s. She looked like a goddess coming to meet her perfect suitor.

She arrived late enough that virtually all of the students had already entered into the Great Hall. The champions and their dates were waiting outside to be led in for the first dance.

“Is that…?” Hermione whispered to him, her voice trailing off as her eyes went wide.

“Narcissa Malfoy,” he finished for her with a dreamy smile. “Yeah.”

From that moment on, Hermione couldn’t keep a straight face. Giggles escaped her lips every few seconds, and she suddenly looked so much more excited to see Draco at this event.

But honestly, Harry didn’t care if he saw Draco there or not. Narcissa was simply breathtaking, and all of his brainpower was spent processing just how good she looked. Thankfully though, he still managed to string a sentence together when she got close.

“You’re absolutely stunning,” Harry said sincerely as he offered her his arm.

“Thank you,” Narcissa smiled at him. “You’re looking very handsome yourself.”

Within moments, Professor McGonagall arrived. Although she raised an eyebrow at Harry’s date, she made no comment on it and instead guided everyone into the Great Hall.

The room had been utterly transformed into a blissful hall of silvery frost, floating lanterns, and festive garlands stretching on in a truly beautiful display. It felt like stepping into a fairytale ballroom. Harry wasn’t the only one impressed; all of the other champions and their dates, including Narcissa, all made their own sounds of awe and surprise.

“They’ve truly outdone themselves,” Narcissa commented sincerely.

When they reached the front of the hall and the pairs spread out to perform the opening dance, the whispers started before the music did. Evidently, quite a few Slytherin students recognised Narcissa, and word quickly spread that Draco’s mum was here with Harry Potter of all people.

Harry didn’t see Draco himself until the first dance had already begun. Although his eyes were locked onto Narcissa’s smiling face as he twirled her around the dance floor as best he could, he eventually spotted the ferret-faced man standing at the edge of the circle of students surrounding them. His face had never looked so red as he watched on. Harry had no doubt that Draco would’ve already burst forward had Professor Snape not kept a tight grip on the man’s shoulders.

“Ignore him,” Narcissa whispered, drawing Harry’s attention back to her. “Tonight is for us.”

Harry smiled at that. “You’re right, of course.”

The song finished a minute later, and while Harry was prepared to ignore Draco, it didn’t seem that the opposite was true.

Draco came bursting onto the dance floor, pushing past the couples who were eagerly looking to join the champions for the next stance. He ran right up to Harry, who was still holding onto Narcissa’s hips, and threw a punch. It came sluggishly and full of powerful fury, but it was easy enough for Harry to dodge. He instinctively stepped in front of Narcissa to keep her from harm as he stared down Draco.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, Potter,” Draco spat as he readied himself for another lunge.

“Good luck with that, Malfoy,” Harry replied as he drew his wand swiftly. Just as Draco lunged forward, Harry conjured a thick set of ropes to tie the man up. They wrapped around Draco’s legs first, sending him sprawling on the floor, before they tied his arms to his side too.

“Let me go!” Draco raged, his voice carrying over the music.

“What’s going on here?” Professor McGonagall asked, arriving just as Professor Snape did.

“My son chose to make a fool of himself,” Narcissa said coldly as she stared down at Draco with no pity in her eyes.

“You’re whoring yourself out to Potter of all people!” Draco shouted. “When father finds out about this—”

“It doesn’t matter even if he does,” Narcissa snapped, her harsh tone causing Draco’s jaw to snap shut. “I’ve left your father, Draco. He’s already received the papers, and he’ll have to think twice before contesting them—I know everything that he’s done, and he certainly doesn’t want any of his secrets being aired before the Wizengamot. As for you, I’ve always hoped that you’d turn into a good, earnest man like I dreamed of. Sadly, you’ve taken too much after your father. You’re twenty-one years old and still act like a child in the middle of a temper tantrum. Well, enough is enough. If you ever find it in yourself to change for the better, then come find me. Otherwise, you and your father can have each other’s misery to rely on.”

Draco looked utterly stunned. His world was crumbling underneath his very feet, and he had no way of understanding what to do next. Countless people around him stared and whispered about what had just transpired. Narcissa’s words were clearly making the rounds, and by morning, it’d be the talk of the castle.

Unfortunately, this confrontation also had the effect of ruining the song that was still playing. No one was dancing; everyone preferred to stare and watch the dramatic scene play out.

“Why don’t we take a walk elsewhere and let things cool down,” Harry said, leaving Draco out of his mind. He trusted the professors to handle things from here.

“That sounds lovely,” Narcissa said, her icy exterior instantly melting into something much warmer. She latched herself to Harry’s side as the crowd parted and allowed them to pass by.

Through the entrance hall, Harry took Narcissa down towards the garden outside the front doors. Winding paths were separated by rosebushes and chest-high hedges. Stone statues and fountains had been brought in to add to the magical feeling as fairy lights danced overhead. With the moon rising in the distance, it was a truly romantic sight.

“I’m sorry that you had to go through with that,” Harry said after several moments. He was at least sincere in that he didn’t want Narcissa’s evening tainted with family drama.

“It was an inevitable confrontation,” she replied easily. “I was prepared for it.”

They took a few steps down a path where ornately-carved benches sat. Beyond were several carriages, ready to take the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students back to their dormitories after the night came to a close.

Harry glanced at Narcissa out of the corner of his eyes. “Was what you said about your husband true? You’re actually divorcing him?”

Narcissa hummed in confirmation.

“Did… when I asked you back at the World Cup about why you hadn’t left your husband… did I…?”

Narcissa let out a calm breath. “I’ve considered leaving Lucius for years now. I suppose it was routine that kept me by his side. I never could quite imagine what the future without him would look like until I saw you that day in the top box. Something about you just felt…”

“Magical?” Harry finished for her, knowing that that was how he’d felt about her.

“Exactly,” Narcissa giggled. “I couldn’t believe how bold I was that day to even approach you like that, but it all worked out in the end. So, now that I’m free of my husband, are you ready to marry me now?”

Harry could only blink in sheer surprise at Narcissa’s serious look before she finally broke down with another laugh.

“I’m kidding,” she reassured him with a playful slap on his chest. “I don’t expect anything like that, though I wouldn’t mind keeping up with our relationship, whatever that is.”

“A quickie and a date?” Harry joked. “Don’t know if there’s been much more than that.”

“Fucking and dating seems good to me,” Narcissa grinned.

Harry eyed the carriages they were right next to. They were fully enclosed and had curtains to draw over the windows for some privacy, plus they were quite far away from any other students.

Feeling bold, Harry quickly applied a Notice-Me-Not Charm to the closest carriage and guided Narcissa over towards it. “This seems like a perfect time to fulfil the second part of our relationship.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Narcissa replied as she let Harry open the door to the carriage and help her inside.

As Harry was climbing in himself, Narcissa suddenly grabbed the collar of his robes and yanked him inside. The door slammed shut behind him as they fell in a messy tangle of limbs. Harry’s hands went everywhere, groping Narcissa’s breasts and ass as he tried to grab onto a seat to hoist himself up. When he finally managed to, he found Narcissa on the ground between his legs with a mischievous grin.

“You copped quite the feel there,” she said, eyeing him lecherously. “It’s only fair if I return the favour.”

His robes were parted easily, and Narcissa eagerly pulled out his semi-hard cock and slapped it across her face. She went cross-eyed staring up at it running along the bridge of her nose.

“You don’t know how many nights I spent trying to conjure a toy half as magnificent as your cock to satisfy myself with,” she moaned as her tongue danced out and teased his shaft, helping it to grow in size. “It’s a wonder that Lucius ever managed to get me pregnant with that pathetically-tiny cock of his. This is the size that every witch deserves.”

“Don’t tease me now,” Harry grunted as his cock leapt up before smacking back down on Narcissa’s face. He was at his full size now, and his cock ran from her chin to past her hairline.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Narcissa replied lovingly. “You truly are a marvellous specimen.”

Just like at the World Cup, she loved to get him all worked up before she made her move. Last time, she’d laid plenty of kisses all along his cock before she’d started to suck him off. This time, she just unhinged her jaw and took him so deep into her mouth that he was already prodding the back of her throat. But Narcissa wasn’t keen on stopping there. She took him deeper, relaxing her throat so that his cock could slide down it until her lips were wrapped snugly around the base of his shaft and her brilliant blue eyes were staring up at him lustfully.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned, running his hands through her hair. Narcissa hadn’t been the first woman he’d had sex with, but she was by far the best. She started gagging around his thick cock until she couldn’t take it anymore and had to come back up.

Narcissa seemed possessed as she bobbed her head up and down rapidly on his cock. Her lips formed the perfect seal to stroke his shaft while her tongue lovingly coated him with an obscene amount of saliva. Harry could only imagine just how worked up she’d been the whole night if this was how she was getting started.

Her tongue seemed to hit every sensitive spot along his cock as she worked her magic. The way her tongue fluttered along him was heavenly, and coupled with the tightness of her throat, Harry felt like he was in heaven.

The obscene slurping sounds filled the carriage as Narcissa continued her work. One of her hands grasped the base of his shaft and stroked him while the other reached within his robes to fondle his balls gently as she deepthroated him again and again.

“Such a good cocksucker,” Harry said, earning a look of glee from Narcissa.

She popped off of his cock with a loud smacking sound and grinned up at him. “Just my way of keeping you around me.”

“Believe me, I feel like I have to do the same with you,” Harry chuckled. “Speaking of which, how about a little reciprocal favour?”

“Actually,” Narcissa interjected quickly as she stood up and started hiking up her robes. “I’d rather just get on to the main course.”

She lifted her robes high enough for Harry to see that she didn’t have any panties on. Her inner thighs were stained with her juices, and her pink pussy lips showed even more signs of just how turned on she was. With a pair of fingers, Narcissa spread them apart and gave him a glimpse at her hot, tight, wet hole.

“I need you to fuck me so badly,” Narcissa whined. “You don’t know—”

“I do,” Harry said as he threw himself at Narcissa. With her robes bunched up at her waist, it was an easy matter for him to push her onto her back on one of the benches and to mount her from above.

The moment his cock pushed inside of her tight pussy, Narcissa’s mouth opened in a wordless scream. That expression continued as Harry pressed deeper inside of her, but a moan grew to replace the silence. Her voice became louder and louder until he’d stuffed her with every last inch of his thick cock, and she was left in a daze.

“Fuck me,” Narcissa moaned.

“That’s the idea,” Harry laughed.

She shook her head at his idiotic joke, but a smile came to her face nonetheless. “Just shut up and fuck me.”

The tight heat of Narcissa’s pussy felt even better than that afternoon at the World Cup. Harry loved looking down and watching it swallow up his massive cock as he started to fuck her. His initial movements were awkward and poorly timed, but he quickly found the rhythm that Narcissa’s body demanded and worked up to a fairly fast pace of fucking her down into the bench.

Narcissa’s arms wrapped tightly around him as she moaned out his name loudly. “Please, Harry!” She cried out. “Give it to me. Fill me up, stretch me out! Fucking ruin me!”

She was babbling already, and Harry had barely started. He loved that about her. It really made him feel like she was just as crazy about him as he was about her.

Harry strove to give her everything that she desired and more. He fucked her hard and deep, forcing the breath out from her lungs with every thrust as she moaned like she’d never been fucked before. Her walls clung to him like a tight glove that didn’t relish the idea of him ever pulling out of her. But that didn’t stop his hips from bucking wildly against her as he filled her up again and again.

Narcissa’s pussy was dripping so much that he could feel her wetness seeping down onto his balls. As he slammed forward, they’d smack off of her plump ass with a smacking sound that sounded devilishly sinful and oh so erotic when joined by her moans. Harry couldn’t hold his voice back from letting Narcissa hear just how good she felt around him.

“I could die now and be happy,” he blurted out mid thrust.

“You’d better bloody not,” Narcissa replied with a grunt. “You still haven’t finished the job.”

That was right. Back at the World Cup, Narcissa had insisted on him finishing in her mouth to restrict the chances of her getting pregnant and to make the cleanup afterwards easier. As her legs locked around his waist though, he realised that tonight she wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less than a womb stuffed full of his cum.

The carriage began to shake and rock back and forth the wilder that they got. The intensity of Harry’s thrusts only grew as the rhythm he set picked up in pace. Narcissa kept urging him to go harder and faster until she inevitably became breathless, and Harry did exactly as she asked.

It wasn’t much of a surprise then when the wheels of the carriage rolled far enough that both of them lurched in surprise and ended up tumbling down onto the floor with Narcissa landing on top of him.

Now, it was her turn to take control.

Planting her hands on either side of his head, Narcissa snogged Harry deeply as she bounced on his cock. She moved with perfect precision as she rode up his long shaft and then slammed back down. Harry just kissed her back eagerly and groped her ass, helping her to slam down faster and faster.

Just as they were nearing their peaks, the door suddenly opened and the carriage itself tilted to send them sliding down.

Neither of them cared when they came spilling out of the carriage. The fact that a small crowd had formed around them didn’t really matter either. They were both too lost in their embrace to focus on anything else. The gasps of a scandal like this rang out, but Harry kept thrusting up into Narcissa’s perfect pussy as she slammed down on his cock.

“Mr Potter!” Professor McGonagall called out in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“Mum?” Draco suddenly cried out. Apparently, the professors had let him go.

“Shut the fuck up Draco!” Narcissa screamed as she threw her head back. “I’m with a real man now!”

Groaning, Harry slammed up one final time and pumped a thick load of cum deep into Narcissa’s pussy as she screamed louder than ever before. Her walls contracted and spasmed around him as she bucked her hips back and forth, stirring his cock around inside of her.

There was a loud thump as Draco fainted to the floor.

Breathlessly, Narcissa collapsed down onto his chest. Professor McGonagall had the foresight to conjure a blanket over the two of them before Colin Creevey could run forward to snap a photo.

“I think we’re in trouble,” Harry murmured to Narcissa with a chuckle.

“Who cares?” She asked as she nestled her head against his chest. “From here on out, I’m yours. And if anyone has a problem with that, they can whinge at the sky for all I care.”

After months of dealing with a tournament that he didn’t even want to be a part of in the first place, Harry found himself readily agreeing with Narcissa. The rest of the Wizarding World was too tedious for him to care about. All that mattered was being in the arms of someone who didn’t expect anything from him other than a good shag and a lovely date.