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🕑 Added 2021-12-09 14:13:46 +0000 UTC“It will happen in one week. On the night of the wedding of the Weasley child.”
“Are you sure?”
“Have I ever wronged you?”
“No.”
“Then trust me when I say that they will attack the ministry in one week. Thicknesse has been imperiused. He will be the minister until they find a suitable replacement.”
“I see…”
“What are you thinking? I hope you’re not going to face them head-on. I would like your head to remain where it is.”
Smirking he twisted them around so that the woman was trapped under his body. He quickly grabbed her hands and pulled them upwards, making her lie prone on the bed before he bent down to take one of her erect nipples in his mouth.
“Ohhhh… mmmmm… yes lover…” She groaned as he continued to suck and nibble on the hard nub.
“Don’t worry, my love. I won’t confront them, right now.” He shifted his attention to her other breast and took the erect nub in his mouth. “Oh love… have I told you how much I love your tits?”
She giggled. He’d said it so many times over the past few weeks that she had lost count already.
“Once or twice, I guess…”
“Well, here it is once more. I love your tits. In fact, I love everything about you. Your face, your eyes, that delicate chin, those rosy lips especially when wrapped around my cock, the pussy that clenches my cock as if it was made for that… I love everything about you…”
“Ohh… yes baby… such a sweet talker you are…”
“Only for you, my love…”
And with that, he pressed his lips against hers. The two lovers kissed each other heatedly as the woman under him moaned and squirmed when he brought his hands up to cup and caress her soft, firm tits before palming them and squeezing softly.
“Ahhh… yes baby…” She moaned as he continued to kiss and grope her.
“Oh baby, I love you so much…”
“I love you too, lover. Now please don’t make me wait anymore… please…”
“Please… what?”
“Please fuck me, baby. Fuck me!”
He didn’t need any more invitations. Lifting himself up slightly on his knees, he looked down at the blonde goddess sprawled under him, her hair spanning all over the bed and her eyes dark and clouded with lust. Those lips which were wrapped around his cock a few moments ago looked hungrier and he couldn’t wait to devour them again. But first, something else.
He looked down at her heaving tits and once again admired the heavenly sight of those twin mounds of the firm and soft flesh. Even at 36, they didn’t have even a hint of sag to them. Magic truly was a wonderful thing – it made life easier but also kept witches and wizards young and active. Perhaps that was why there were so many people in the Wizarding World who were well into their midlife but looked barely older than 25.
His eyes trailed down even further to her flat stomach. Even after giving birth, he couldn’t discern any evidence of it. As his gaze dropped to gaze at the heaven between her legs, it took his entire self-control not to kiss her.
“Come on, baby. Fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told again. The wizard grabbed hold of his cock and lined it up with her dripping entrance. Teasingly, he rubbed the head against her soft lips, coating it in her love juices as she moaned and groaned.
“Please baby… please don’t tease me anymore…”
Feeling satisfied with the amount of lubrication he had gathered, he pushed forward, burying the head of his cock inside her gushing pussy.
“Mmmm… yess…”
Another push and half of his cock was buried inside her as she locked her eyes with him. Biting her lip, she gave him a nod. He leaned over her so that their faces were inches apart before he gave a big lurch, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
“AAAAAHHHHHHH….” She cried loudly as she was speared in half by his thick, hot rod. He bent down and took her lips in his mouth, sucking and biting on the soft, tender flesh as he started to move his hips, pistoning in and out of her quivering snatch.
She promptly wrapped her legs around his waist, and with each thrust in her, she responded with an upthrust of her own. Sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as the pair continued to kiss each other, their tongues dueling and trying to wrestle the other into submission.
He pulled away as she continued to moan wantonly and quickly buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking the tender skin there as his pelvis continued to rock back and forth, drilling away into her.
“Aaaahhh… yes… oh you’re fucking me so good baby… oh more… ahhhh…” She continued to thrust upwards in tandem with his own thrusts inside her.
Slowly he began to fuck her with even more intensity, sucking and biting the tender flesh on her neck before descending down to her supple chest, kissing the wide expanse of ivory flesh and dropping to suck her nipples as she reached around him to dig her nails hard into his back, rubbing and scratching the firm flesh, leaving deep bleeding welts as he began to fuck her harder.
“Ummm… ohhh yeahh… ohh fuck…ohhh! Fuck me lover! Oh yesss!” She moaned breathily, but her voice grew stronger as he continued to pound away inside her.
“I’m close…” he grunted when he felt his balls tighten.
“Me too baby… ohhh yesss…” She moaned as she tightened her legs around him.
She suddenly felt him stop fucking her.
“Shit! Ughhh…” He groaned into her tits before he leaned up to smash his lips against hers. His fingers sank into her soft tits and he kept kneading and squeezing them while devouring her lips.
One firm thrust was all it took for her to come undone and she moaned roughly in his mouth before feeling his cock suddenly expand inside her. Hot, sticky white cum exploded from his shaft deep into her pussy, coating her inner walls in white. Her own orgasm grew in intensity as she felt him bottom out balls deep inside her.
Their tongues danced together while he mauled her tits expertly as shot after shot of his hot seed blasted her wanton pussy.
Finally, they broke their kiss as his cock shot one final load of cum deep inside her unprotected pussy before he slumped over her, their chests colliding as his face found its place in the crook of her neck. Her hands clutched him tightly against her, nails digging into his back hard enough to draw blood.
A few minutes passed as the two lovers stayed that way, slumped against each other as their deep breaths evened out.
He looked down at her to see her smiling up at him. Giving her a tender kiss, he pushed himself up on his elbows. She moaned as his semi-hard cock slithered out of her pussy and clenched her pelvis to relax the muscles around her nether region.
She kept her eyes locked at him as he got off the bed and summoned a robe from his cabinet before donning it.
“You coming?” He asked when he saw her looking at him.
“Yeah… you go ahead… I’ll be in a few minutes… I need to use the bathroom.”
He nodded, and giving her one last kiss, made his way out of the room.
She looked at him until the door closed behind him and released a sigh once he was out of sight. She had never thought her life could take such a path, and she once again remembered how she got here.
Over one year ago…
Narcissa looked on in horror, unable to do anything as her husband and son were dragged in front of the Dark Lord.
“My lord…” her husband began, but…
“Crucio!”
Lucius’ pain-filled cries reverberated throughout the massive hall. Draco looked terrified as his father writhed and screamed on the floor, unable to tear his gaze away.
“I told you, Lucius… you had one job…”
“My lord…” She began.
“SILENCE!” The Dark Lord bellowed.
“I didn’t give you leave to speak, Narcissa. Know your place! Bellatrix! Take your sister away and keep her… confined. We don’t want any more foolishness here. One Malfoy is enough.”
“Yes, my lord!” The dark-haired witch grabbed her arms and forcefully dragged her away to her room. Then she heard the dreaded syllable and knew it was over. The last thing Narcissa saw as the door closed behind her was her husband’s lifeless face staring at her.
That had been a salvation for her, or so she thought. She had never felt any sort of affection for Lucius. He was simply the suitor chosen for her, and she had no choice but to agree. Well, the alternative was to get cast out of the family, but she didn’t want that. Lucius was not some brute like Lestrange either, so she didn’t oppose the match.
However, what followed after Lucius’ death was something even more horrifying.
Two months ago…
“Crucio!”
Draco screamed. Her eyes were wide with horror at what she was seeing. Her boy, her Draco was being tortured and she couldn’t do anything. Her body was numb. Numb with shock. Numb with the spell she was under.
“I expected better, Draco. After your foolish father, I had hoped the Malfoy name would be free of any taint of idiocy. But what did you do?”
Draco whimpered as spasms rocked through his entire body.
“You had one job, Draco. Not only did you fail, but you cost me my most faithful! You cost me Bellatrix! Crucio!”
Draco screamed hard and Narcissa could do nothing but watch on.
“Severus asked me to spare you, Draco. And I am a benevolent lord. But you’re of no use to me. You’ve cost me, Draco.”
Draco looked up at him before his eyes roamed across the room to find hers. They were filled with such desperation that Narcissa willed it with all her might for this monster to spare him. Alas!
“Avada Kedavra!”
With two words, it was over. Narcissa could only stare in helplessness as her son’s body, lifeless, was shoved aside. She felt worthless. She felt numb.
She didn’t even realize when she was shoved in front of the throne on her knees. Only when she felt her head tilt up did she notice that she was the center of attention of everyone in the room.
She felt numb, yes, but another feeling was quickly overpowering. Pure, absolute rage coursed through her veins. She was a daughter of Black. And this abomination took away everything from her. It was at that moment that she resolved to do everything she could to make sure this monster met his end.
Narcissa sighed as she relived those memories yet again. Shaking her head, she smiled as she felt the pleasant ache between her legs and once again counted her lucky stars at the fact that she had grown so close to Harry. She had never thought that she would fall in love, but Harry prove her wrong.
He didn't believe her at first - outright dismissive of her when she approached him, but they talked. She told him the entire story of what had happened, and he had been stunned. He had been reluctant to let her spy for him, but she wouldn't budge.
Their trysts had started over their attempts to forget what had been going on outside and her own past, but somewhere along the road, it developed into something else altogether. None of them could recall how it happened, it just did.
Narcissa smiled to herself once again before she got up and made her way to the bathroom.
*****
Harry walked down the stairs to the kitchen. He could feel their stares on his back, but he ignored them as he continued to make his way around the kitchen, fixing himself a quick tea before taking a sip.
“You can speak, you know…”
Hermione sighed and looked over at Ron, who was looking outside the window. Harry was supposed to be with them at the Burrow but he had flat out refused to go there, especially with the situation in their world so tenuous. It left them no choice but to make their way over to Grimmauld Place where he had holed up under a new fidelius.
“Harry, I know… we know you are capable enough to make your own decisions… but…” She began before Harry cut her off.
“But you don’t think what I am doing is right. You’ve told me that many times, Hermione.”
“I just think there are better alternatives than trusting… her.”
Harry sighed.
“Look Hermione, I can understand where you’re coming from, trust me I do. And I know you have my best interests at heart. But believe me when I say that what I am doing is the right thing.”
“How can you so easily say that, Harry!? That’s Narcissa Malfoy you’re shagging!”
“Black.” Harry corrected her absentmindedly.
“I don’t care. She has been a death eater all her life! They don’t change overnight, for no reason!”
“Trust me, Miss Granger. I’ve never been a death eater in my entire life.” Narcissa’s voice came from the entrance of the kitchen, and Hermione twisted around sharply. Her mouth opened but she closed it abruptly when she saw her dressed in Harry's t-shirt and a pair of form-fitting leggings. Even Ron couldn't help but glance at her, no matter how much he disliked her. Hermione noticed and glared at her sharply.
“Neutral to their activities, yes. And I’ve paid my price for that.”
Hermione just looked at her furiously as Narcissa made her way to where Harry stood. He passed her a cup and she kissed him lightly, before leaning with her back against his chest, facing ahead.
“Yeah? You’ve paid your price? I don’t think losing that piece of shit of a husband would’ve been that big of a loss. And why are you here anyway? Don’t you have your little dragon to coddle? Or Malfoy finally grew a pair under You-know-who and sent you away?” Ron opened his mouth for the first time, his gaze angry as it locked on Harry for a second and then came to rest on Narcissa.
Harry made to reply, incensed with the way Ron was speaking, but a hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks.
“Losing Lucius? Trust me when I say it was not really a loss. And my son on the other hand… A son is enough of a loss for a mother, don’t you think?” Narcissa didn’t so much as blink as she delivered the news to his friends.
Ron and Hermione had their eyes widened and mouths open in shock.
“W-what!? Draco is…”
“Dead. Tortured and killed by that abomination. For getting my sister killed. A life for a life.” Narcissa stoically replied as Harry wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her close.
Ron and Hermione were at a loss.
“The moment he killed my son, I swore to myself that I would do anything I could to see him dead. I guess it was finally some good fortune that I found happiness in my quest for revenge.” She looked up and smiled gently at Harry as she said so.
“I…” Hermione began.
“Spare me your condolences, Miss Granger. You too Mr. Weasley. And trust me when I say that whatever I do is to bring down that monster and for the wellbeing of the man with me.”
Hermione looked conflicted, and rightfully so before she looked over at Ron. He was looking at the floor, lost in his thoughts before he too looked back at her.
Nodding at him, she said, “Okay, Miss Black. I would give you the benefit of the doubt. But if you do anything that causes any harm to Harry, I won’t stop at anything to make you pay.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from his sister, Miss Granger.”
Hermione nodded curtly and Harry released his breath, his arms still around Narcissa.
*****
“Avada Kedavra!”
“Expelliarmus!”
Twin jets of light – one green, one red, collided hard in the middle as the two combatants poured their entire being into theirs. Harry knew they were close, he could see how pathetic his adversary looked, and he steeled his resolve to finish this saga once and for all. He knew he would not get a better chance to get rid of Voldemort and his eyes flashed.
And as suddenly as it began, it was over.
Harry looked up from the ground to see a familiar figure kneeling over his head. He gave her a weak smile and her eyes welled up in tears before she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Sobs wracked her body as Harry wrapped his arms around her, both to console her and to savor this moment.
He had done it. He had finally defeated Voldemort. His Horcruxes were gone – the snake having been killed by Narcissa the night prior in the foyer of Malfoy Manor right in front of Voldemort in a literal gesture of Fuck you before Dobby popped her away right through the wards of Malfoy Manor.
Slowly, he dragged both of them up to their feet as everyone reached them. They all had seen Narcissa fighting for their side, despite Harry’s protests, and the revelation by Harry about the truth of just how much Narcissa had done to ensure their victory was enough to sway everyone in her favor.
Hermione and Ron reached them and he beamed at them. Narcissa pulled away from Harry just as a figure collided with her. She looked shocked to see Hermione hugging her hard. Narcissa looked over at Harry to see him laughing with Ron while the others snickered, before hugging the younger witch back.
She felt Hermione bring her mouth to her ears and strained to listen over the sounds of laughter.
“Take care of my brother.”
“Always.”
Hermione pulled away from her and smiled as Narcissa grabbed Harry’s hand.
Everyone gradually dispersed after expressing their gratitude until only they were left, together.
Harry grabbed her hand and started walking, and Narcissa followed at a steady pace, curious to see where he was taking her.
They started making their way up to the seventh floor and Narcissa realized they were going to the Room of Requirement.
Entering the room, her eyes locked on the big tub filled with water and bubbles and her eyes widened. She felt a rustle of clothes and turned around to see Harry undressing. Once he was done, he went behind her and grabbed her robes, and with a flick of his wand, vanished them entirely, leaving her completely bare to him.
He pulled her behind him and once he reached the bathtub, he sat down before pulling her right in front of him. The two lovers cuddled together and cleaned themselves up, washing the dirt and grime off their bodies before Harry’s hands found her breasts. He gathered foam in his hands before rubbing it all over her soft tits as Narcissa moaned.
She knew she had waited long enough and when he kneaded her tits once more, she decided that she was going to tell him.
“Harry…”
“Hmm?”
“I have to tell you something…”
“Is something wrong, love?”
“No, just the opposite really…” She teased and looked up to see him looking at her in concern.
Slowly, she tilted her head up to give him a soft kiss, rubbing her lips against his, before pulling away slightly so that their lips remained in contact with each other.
“You’re going to be a father…” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
Harry’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure he had heard her correctly.
“What did you say?” He asked in a soft whisper.
Narcissa kept her eyes locked on his and gave him a tender smile full of love.
“You’re going to be a father, Harry. I’m pregnant.”
Harry was sure his brain had gone haywire. He was hearing things, right?
Suddenly, he felt Narcissa move his palm away from her breasts down to her belly, prodding slightly. Harry’s breath hitched when he felt it. A slight bump. On her stomach.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked in a hoarse voice, his eyes welling up.
“Yes, my love. We’re going to be parents. I’m preg…”
Her voice was cut off as Harry mashed their lips together, pulling her in a searing kiss that took her breath away. Their lips rolled and their tongues wrestled against each other as they continued to caress each other.
Pulling away, Harry rested his forehead against hers before saying, “Marry me?”
Now it was Narcissa’s turn to be shocked.
“W-what?”
“I’d been waiting for the war to end. I love you, Cissy. I love you more than I’ve loved anyone else. And I don’t think I want to wait anymore. Will you marry me? Be the mother of my children?”
Narcissa forgot to speak as his words registered in her mind. A surge of euphoria went through her as she pulled him down roughly into a passionate kiss.
“YES!” She kissed him again. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She kissed him again. “Yes, I’ll be the mother of your children, this one, and more in the future. Oh, I love you so much, Harry!”
Harry laughed and twisted her around so that his cock rested at her entrance and her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed her before pulling back.
“I love you.” He lined his cock up with her waiting pussy.
“I love you too.” She dropped down on his cock, engulfing it completely inside her wet canal before locking his lips against hers in a fierce kiss.
Hours passed and the newly engaged couple continued to shower one another with their love, expressing their happiness over and over again.
All was well.
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Eric Dettenrieder
Loved it! Thank you very much!
