A New Potter v2 - Chapter 3

"What is it you hope to accomplish by approaching me, Mister Potter?" Narcissa kept her voice even and in a practiced, detached tone.

This year was going to be rough, and I needed to prepare. First things first, I wanted to shake things up. Messing with Narcissa was a good way to do that. I probably should have tried to claim the Potter Lordship too, but I could do that later.

I smiled at her. My eyes drifted over her quickly, taking in her tight form. For a woman with a teenage son, she was incredibly fit. I wasn't sure what her cup size was, but they looked to be more than a handful but only just barely. My cheeks heated as she stared back at me, fully aware that I had just checked her out.

With great effort, I forced myself to not look at her body. Eye contact was out of the question though, there were too many spells that could open up my mind. I settled on her lips. They were a deep red and looked incredibly soft considering how everything else about her was firm.

"Conversation." I shrugged. "Somewhere where we can discuss a few important issues." I paused for dramatic effect. "Your new house-guest for one."

That caused her mask to slip for a brief moment. Pure, unadulterated panic flashed across her face.

"I have no idea whom you are referring to." Narcissa replied quickly.

"Oh, come on." I rolled my eyes at her blatant lie. "It's obvious."

"Follow me." Narcissa snapped. "Disguise yourself first."

I flashed her a roguish grin, drew my wand, and tapped the side of my head. The messy, black hair Harry Potter was known for shifted into platinum blond and laid flat against my head. I swept it back in a lazy copy Draco sported.

Narcissa glared at me. She turned and led me out of the shop without another word. We headed a few buildings deeper into Nocturn Alley rather than back to the Leaky Cauldron as I had expected. If it weren't for the fact that Voldie wanted to kill me himself it would have been worrisome. Though, I guess she could be leading me to a trap to turn me over for extra points. It was too late now. Plus, there were a few things I wanted to discuss.

I tried to recall everything about the books as I followed Narcissa. There was the mirror that held the stone. Voldemort was riding on the back of Quirrell, the troll incident, and Snape was an asshat. Other than that, there wasn't much in the first-year worth mentioning. Next year there was the basilisk, the diary, and Snape was still an asshat. Third year was when Sirius escaped and the dementors showed up, one of the teachers was a werewolf, and Snape was an asshat. Then fourth was the tournament and the fake Moody, the goblet was a port key, and Voldemort would get his body back with a ritual. The one constant was that Snape was an asshat.

Unfortunately, fifth-year was where my memory started to get sketchy. I knew the broad strokes. Voldemort wanted the full prophecy, Umbridge made Hogwarts a prison, and Sirius died in the Ministry battle. Things were going to get a lot more interesting once he actually made it to school. Dumbledore was just as bad as Voldemort if the block on his magic to go by, or he was incompetent, which made him equally dangerous for an entirely different reason.

Now that I was Harry things were going to change.

She hurried out of the shop with I followed a step behind. Narcissa led me to a hidden alley. She tapped a couple of bricks, summoning a door. Narcissa stepped inside, she took a quick look and then motioned for me to follow.

I stepped in to find a tidy luxury apartment. The floors were polished black stone, the walls were some sort of black wood, and all of the furniture was either black or silver. My attention returned to Narcissa to find her wand appeared in her hand, pointing directly as my chest.

"Your wand." she commanded.

I handed it over.

"Now strip." Narcissa snapped.

"I was hoping for a bit of romance first." I quipped.

"Your wit is the stuff of legend." Narcissa said. "Your clothes, off."

I began to strip. It was a herculean effort not to add a little dance as I did so. She pointed her wand at each piece of clothing, casting some sort of spell as she went. Finally, I stood before her only in my boxers. Narcissa cast the spell. A wicked grin crossed her face as an aura around him started to glow.

"Tell me Potter, what charm is that?" She glared coldly at him.

"It's a small disguise charm." I answered pointing to my hair.

Her wand twisted and I felt my hair relax back to its natural state.

"Those too." She motioned to my boxers.

"What would your husband think?" I said, feigning shock.

"I would be glad that my wife is smart enough to check for surveillance and recording charms." She replied.

I shrugged, then hooked the edge of my boxers and dropped them to the floor. Her eyes drank in my body until resting on my growing dick. It pulsed harder with each heartbeat. Her glare returned to my face as my dick continued to rise.

"Stripping in front of a sexy woman." I said with a shrug. "What can I say?"

She shook her head. "You and every wizard has cast an enlarging spell on their dicks."

Narcissa flicked her wrist. I felt a flush of a spell rush over him. She looked at her wand, then cast the spell again.

"That can't be real." she mumbled.

"As much as I enjoy getting naked for you." I walked slowly toward her as to not spook her. "I was hoping we could talk."

I directed the hand holding the wand away from my body. She looked up into my eyes. Narcissa was a Pureblood witch, the Lady of a noble house. It was an absolute certain that she had some sort of mental barrier. The best thing to do was to make it hard for her to concentrate.

Her eyes dipped down to my lips before looking back at my eyes. I kept my hand on hers. I began to slowly draw circles on her wrist. Narcissa shivered and I paused for a moment. Not sure if the last push was too much.

"Why are you here?" Her voice had a slight tremble to it.

I brought her wand-hand up to my mouth. Gently, I kissed the patch of skin on her wrist I had been touching. I drew my teeth along her skin. Narcissa gasped.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice dropped to a whisper. Her eyes darted along my body.

"I'm trying to seduce you." I answered.

I kissed her wrist again as I looked up at her. Slowly, I moved closer, waiting for her to react. I pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. My fingers went through her hair, taking hold and pulling her into a deeper kiss. Narcissa dropped her wand. Her hands suddenly needed to touch her lover. She caressed my chest, my stomach, and circled each nipple. I moaned into her kiss as one hand trailed lower.

I pulled back. "I have been wanting to do that for so long."

"Oh?" Narcissa smiled, the first true smile of her I had ever seen.

"You are beautiful." I kissed her neck. "Sexy." I nipped her ear. "And you are so fucking clever."

She froze.

"What?"

"Clever." I repeated. "Intelligent. Smart. Looking into your eyes I can see plans, secrets, and ideas just waiting for discovery. Do you know how sexy a smart woman is?"

Narcissa pushed him back to arms-length. She locked eyes with him. I could feel her pushing in on my thoughts, trying to find something that worried her. Her posture relaxed ever so slightly as she didn't find anything to cause alarm.

"Would this be your first?" She stepped forward, whispering in my ear.

Her fingers traced the length of my member. I nodded. Narcissa removed her hands from my body. She straightened up as she moved away from me.

"Such an experience should be more than just a quick rutting on the floor." Narcissa teased as she looked over her shoulder at me. "Follow me, Harry."

The way she said my name sent a shiver along my spine.

Narcissa disrobed as she led me deeper into the house. I followed a trail of clothes to where she stood nude before a four-post king size bed. My breath caught in my throat.

"You are gorgeous." I whispered.

A smile touched her lips.

"Lay down." she said stepping to the side. "Lay down."

I complied. This time I didn't have to pretend to be eager. Narcissa thought that the role of seducer had clearly been recast and right now I was perfectly happy to go with it. I stretched out in the middle of the bed, lying on my back. My eyes followed her as she stalked toward me. Narcissa crawled up the bed, her hands running up the length of my legs.

"A member of a Noble and Ancient House," Narcissa purred. "Should be treated as such."

She kissed one thigh and then the next. Her hand stroked my legs, inching ever higher. I sucked in a sharp breath as she began to massage my balls. The fingertips on her free hand traced the length of my desperate erection.

I watched her as she got closer. The hungry look in her eyes made it clear she was stalking her prey. I suddenly realized while they old women were called cougars. All actual thought drifted away as she ran her tongue along my cock from base to tip.

"There are spells." Her breath on my shaft sent shivers of pleasure through my body. "To apply lubrication, but they lack the personal touch." She began to kiss and slobber along my length. "They turn what should be a passionate coupling into a clinical exchange."

I couldn't force my brain to form words. Narcissa smiled wickedly up at me.

"Heated oils," she said between kisses. "Serve the same purpose and enhance the experience. Are you listening, Mister Potter?"

I nodded.

"Unfortunately." She said with a theatrical sigh. "I don't have any of those on hand. This is my secret place. I come here when I need to be alone."

"That is a shame." I managed to say.

"Yes, the oil would have helped this go faster." Narcissa said with a nod.

"No, not that." I sat up and pulled her into a kiss. "That you would need a place to be alone. You are a goddess; this should be a place of worship."

"Mister Potter." Narcissa giggled. "Are you trying sweettalk me?"

I hooked my hands under her legs and flipped our positions. She gasped as she found herself on her back. I started kissing her neck and trailed lower. I teased her nipples, nipping, and licking around them, but only my breath touched her nipples. The real prize though, was lower.

"Mister Potter." Narcissa's voice came out hushed. "This is unbecoming. A noble should never relinquish control."

I paused, my mouth just above the top of her near-white bush. I looked up at her, catching her eyes.

"Tell me, Narcissa." I growled. "Do I look like someone not in control?"

The words she began to say morphed into a moan as I dropped down to give her slit a quick lick. I continued on, making sure to use plenty of saliva as I kissed her lower lips passionately. Her thighs squeezed the side of my head. Her taste was rich. It had a power to it that made my tongue tingle with each touch. The feeling felt familiar, but there were other matters that demanded my attention. I rose from her legs, retracing my kisses in reverse until I reached her mouth.

"As a lady." I stared deeply into her eyes as I spoke. "I will give you the choice. Do you want to kiss me with your juice on my lips?"

Narcissa pulled me forward into a rough kiss.

"Clever boy. Seducing me with your feigned innocence. You should have been a Slytherin." She growled.

"Who says I'm not?" I said giving her a dazingly smile. "And women I'm fucking can call me Harry."

A bit of magic lined up the head of my cock with her lips. I ran the tip of my cock along her slit to make sure to get just a bit more natural lubricant and some last second teasing as well.

"What are you waiting for?" Narcissa asked. "Har-."

I thrusted forward, pausing a few inches in. Narcissa arched her back, moaning loudly. A jolt of energy sparked in the air around us as I entered her.

"Tell me." I said carefully pressing deeper into her. Giving her just a moment per movement to adjust. "Do you want me to treat you like a lady or fuck you like a bitch in heat?"

"Harry." She moaned throwing her head back. "Fuck me like you mean it."

I sped up my thrusts, rocking her with each one. As fun as this was, it was still just missionary.

"This just won't do." I said.

I pulled out of her. She groaned, reaching up to me. I smiled as I rolled her over, face down on the bed, raised her ass up off the bed to line up with her pussy and plunged into her once more.

"Fuck." Narcissa squeaked.

"So unladylike," I whispered as I leaned over, biting her ear. "Let's see what else I can make you say."

I kept one hand on her hip and used the other to grab a handful of hair. My grip was a loose but solid, holding her head in place with each thrust. There was always next time to go harder.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me." Narcissa rambled.

She shuddered around me.

"Do you like that?" I continued. "Lady Narcissa Malfoy, taking the cock of Harry Potter like a pro. Tell me." I leaned forward, allowing my cock even deeper access. My grip on her hip drifted higher, finding her breast. "How is sex with Lucius? He doesn't seem like a considerate lover. You gave him an heir already. Does Lucy see a need to have sex with you?"

Narcissa moaned loudly, pressing her head into the bed before her.

"Wouldn't. It. Be. Fun." I said, tweaking her nipple with each word. "Lucius tied up as you sucked my cock until you beg me to fuck you."

Her mouth was moving but no words came out. Narcissa babbled something.

"What was that?" I paused mid-thrust.

"Don't stop fucking me, Harry!" she yelled. "Fuck me in front of Lucius. Make me ride your cock. Tell Draco you painted my face with your cum. Just don't stop fucking me."

I placed a kiss at the base of her neck. "Who am I to deny a lady?"

Words disappeared. The slapping of their bodies, groans, moans, and screams filled the air. My own peak started to draw closer. I shifted my hand from her hair to press her cheek flat against the bed as I speared as hard and as deep as I could. A low, growl escaped my lips as I shot rope after rope of cum into Narcissa's scorching pussy. Her body went limp below me. I grabbed her arms, pulling her upright, pressing her back into my chest. Her head leaned back against me. I kissed her shoulder.

"I would love to leave a mark on you." I said, sucking on her neck.

"No." she said weakly. "You can't."

"I can." I said with a laugh. "I won't, but I can."

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief.

"I came quite a lot inside of you." I said.

Narcissa nodded.

"Are there going to be any little Potters running around?" I asked with a chuckle.

Narcissa shook her head. "No, I am on a potion."

"Next time, then." I said kissing her neck.

She stiffened. "What?"

I ran a hand along her flat stomach.

"That is line left." Narcissa hissed. "Lucius will use the law to ruin both of us."

"That's a shame." I said as I began short, quick thrusts up into her.

Narcissa tried and failed to hold in a loud moan. I stopped as she was in the middle of her next moan. Narcissa whimpered. My thrusts were rapid and barely more than rocking my hips. The load of cum in her pussy made her even more sensitive than before.

"Let's see how many times I can cum in you before the potions fail." I growled in her ear.

Narcissa tried to glare at me. It would have been a lot more effective if her eyes didn’t roll back with each thrust.

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I didn't know how much longer we had sex. It was long enough to make my abs hurt. Teenage hormones gave me plenty of energy and horniness. Narcissa was limp next to me on the bed. I hadn't pushed to progress to anal, filling her pussy with load after load of cum was a great start to our trysts. Maybe I'd mention it after a couple more rendezvous.

"Was this all a plot to get me alone so you could fuck me?" Narcissa's voice was muffled by the mattress.

"No." I chuckled. "This was an unexpected bonus. I had wanted to talk to you." I trailed a finger along her spine. "Are you awake enough to have that conversation now?"

"I am a daughter of House Black." Narcissa lifted her head to meet my eyes. "I could hold important matters while riding your cock." She let out a dry laugh. "It's the best time to talk house politics actually."

"Sneaky." I sighed. "Don't blame me for killing to mood."

"You're stalling." Narcissa countered.

"Your house-guest wants the full prophecy." I said. "He's heard half of it and wants to know the rest. I know it and want to negotiate."

"You want to negotiate with him?" Narcissa gasped. "He is a madman. There is no reasoning with him."

"He's going to give the task to Lucius." I continued. "Once he fails, he'll give Draco an impossible task as punishment. If you are lucky, you will survive when this war becomes public. Lucius most likely won't. I have no idea about Draco."

Narcissa stayed silent for a few moments. A dozen micro-expressions played along her face. She didn't seem too upset about Lucius potentially dying, but Draco was a soft spot. The facts hit hard enough to break her Pureblood mask.

"Do you have a plan?" She asked.

"Negotiations." I replied. "I have something he wants. He has something you and I both want."

"And that is?" Narcissa asked.

"Not having to worry that our loved ones murdered." I stated. "He's delusional enough to think he can come out on top in this."

"And how do you plan on surviving?" Narcissa asked.

"I'll think of something." I shrugged.

"You're mad." Narcissa laughed.

Her real laugh was a wonderful thing to hear.

"He'll kill anyone who delivers the message." Narcissa sighed.

"I know just the person." I flashed her a feral smile.