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Moving Forward: Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2024-03-11 16:30:01 +0000 UTCThere was nothing but absolute silence in the office of the Headmaster of Hogwarts as Albus Dumbledore sat in front of one of his staunchest supporters and another man he had full faith in.
“So they killed those mutts, just like that,” Severus Snape remarked with a distasteful sneer. “I expected Potter to throw a few tantrums and call it a day. I didn’t think he’d try to become the Dark Lord’s little replica.”
Dumbledore gave Snape a sideways glance which the potions master expertly ignored.
Kingsley Shacklebolt sighed as he leaned back and regarded the old wizard in concern.
“Things are going to worsen if they continue like this, Dumbledore,” he remarked. “The Order members won’t say this, but there are dissenting talks. They don’t feel confident going into battle.”
“They are either young or have been away from the field of battle for decades, Kingsley. It is understandable for them to be apprehensive,” Dumbledore replied.
“While I agree with what you just said,” Kingsley sighed. “I’m afraid things are not so simple.”
At Dumbledore’s curious look, Kingsley pursed his lips.
“There are a few who think the Order should employ more… assertive methods when it comes to fighting the Death Eaters and anyone else He-who-must-not-be-named has at his disposal,” he replied.
“Now the Order wants to kill as well?” Snape scoffed.
“Nothing so extreme, Severus. They believe they should be able to use spells that would deal enough damage to their enemies that they won’t get back into the fight too easily,” Kingsley said, his eyes trained on Dumbledore. “If they continue as they have been doing, it won’t be long until the numbers start thinning.”
“Anyone in particular who’s been advocating this course of action, Kingsley?” Dumbledore asked searchingly, earning a nod from the auror.
“Bill Weasley has been the most vocal advocate.”
Dumbledore nodded. The eldest Weasley child had worked with the goblins and was rougher around the edges compared to his other siblings. Dumbledore could see the merit in the lad’s suggestion, but not in the approach being suggested.
“The Order does have the authorization to subdue their opponents, and it can be done without resorting to the dark arts,” he replied. “You can deal considerable damage using a levitation charm or a banishing hex, as you can with a bludgeoning curse.”
Kingsley nodded in agreement.
“I believe the crux of the problem is clear to us, Kingsley,” Dumbledore sighed. “The Order needs to have battle preparation. I would like to ask a favor of you, if I may.”
Kingsley nodded readily.
“I would like you to coordinate with the others and arrange for training sessions for the Order. It should revolve around making the best use of the right spells at our disposal to deal with our adversaries. Our enemies might be happy to resort to the dark arts and let it corrupt their magic, but it would not behoove us to stoop to their level and dirty our hands as well.
“We should be grateful that there were no casualties tonight. Although it is saddening to learn the fate of the residents of Privet Drive, the Dursleys in particular.”
Snape’s lips curled as he gazed at Dumbledore who was staring at Kingsley.
“There was little we could do for them. It was Greyback, after all.”
Dumbledore sighed and nodded.
“You said Amelia Bones was there as well? So she has allied herself with Harry, I see…”
“Indeed,” Kingsley nodded. “She has asked me to report to her office in the morning. To be honest with you, headmaster, I do not see myself keeping my job for much longer.”
“And if she has truly aligned herself with Harry who sees us as his adversaries, she would aid him in curbing our powers as well,” Dumbledore mused, earning a nod from the auror.
“It is very surprising to see Madam Bones do something that is against the law,” Kingsley frowned.
“She lost a lot in the war, Kingsley,” Dumbledore sighed. “It is not surprising to see her siding with someone so vehemently against the Death Eaters. Considering the fact that she never held me in a high regard makes her choice of ally very logical.”
“But agreeing to unlawful measures, Dumbledore?”
“Are you all not unlawful here as well, Shacklebolt?” Snape sneered. “By fighting against them, we are also taking the law in our hands.”
Dumbledore frowned but nodded in agreement.
“Severus is indeed correct, Kingsley. And there is no gain in theorizing about Amelia Bones and her reasons for taking a side. What we need to focus on is how to move forward from here.”
“Things would be complicated for us if Madam Bones remains the Director of the DMLE, Dumbledore,” Kingsley remarked. “If what you said about her motivations is true, I fear she would not stand in Harry Potter’s way if he chose to go on a murdering spree of Death Eaters to get to He-who-must-not-be-named. He has all the brains and resources backing him in any endeavor he wants to undertake.”
“You are giving Potter too much credit, Shacklebolt,” Snape drawled.
“He and his people killed those werewolves like they were bugs, Severus.”
“Sneakily attacking and killing a few runts of the litter is one thing. Going berserk and taking down wizards closely connected to the Dark Lord is completely different.”
“I don’t know what to tell you, but Potter is dangerous.”
“I’d prefer to find it out for myself,” Snape replied.
Dumbledore stared at him with pursed lips, earning a sigh in return.
“I am not going to confront Potter, even though he could do with some tough treatment,” Snape drawled. “But do not expect me to do nothing if he tries something either. I have no love lost for James Potter’s spawn, as you well know.”
Dumbledore sighed and turned back to Kingsley.
“I want you to come over right after your meeting with Amelia Bones is over.”
Kingsley nodded.
“I shall try to prevent any Order member from being prosecuted for their actions earlier today,” he replied. “Merlin knows if Madam Bones is truly in Potter’s faction and he wants us out of the picture, she would try and go after them.”
Dumbledore frowned as he gazed at the table thoughtfully.
“Arrange for them to move to the safehouse for a few days, Kingsley. We cannot take the chance.”
“Understandable. I will do that.”
“Is there anything else we should talk about?”
“No, Dumbledore. I will take it from here.”
Dumbledore nodded and watched as Kingsley left, and only then did he turn toward Severus. He made to speak when suddenly, the man winced and grabbed hold of his left arm.
“Tom must’ve come to know what happened,” Dumbledore remarked with a nod. Snape stood up and strode out of the office, leaving the old wizard on his own.
‘Harry’s conduct is concerning, and his people as well. Something has to be done,’ Dumbledore thought with slight concern. He knew it was partially his fault that Harry had gone down this path, but he could not let him carry on and worsen even further as a person. No matter what, he could not let his actions create another menace for the wizarding society.
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“CRUCIO!”
Lucius Malfoy wailed in sheer agony as he thrashed on the floor, writhing and shaking furiously.
Voldemort raised his wand, ceasing the torture curse, as Lucius lay flat on the floor, gasping.
“Cease your pitiful cries, Lucius,” Voldemort said softly. “I care not for your wailings, nor your comfort. You ask for mercy? I do not care. More than once you have failed me. You deserve punishment for all your failings before you can ask for mercy. Fenrir here has failed me once, and he has accepted his punishment already, have you not, Fenrir?”
He glanced over at Greyback, who continued to mewl and moan pathetically on the floor.
“You displayed your greed, not the intelligence you keep telling everyone about. You proved that the baser instincts of your kind will reign supreme, no matter how virtuous you portray yourself as. You deserve this punishment, Fenrir. You know that, don’t you?
“Yes, Master,” Fenrir coughed as another lance of pain coursed through him. “please, Master… please…”
“Cease your whines before I make them cease, Fenrir,” Voldemort hissed, and Fenrir abruptly shut up, his eyes downcast on the floor in fear and subservience. “You have failed me this time, and as repulsive as I find you right now, you are a valuable asset to our cause… Lord Voldemort knows how to value those who are truly worthy.”
Voldemort raised his wand again and whirled it through the air. A wave of emerald emerged out of it, oddly resembling a serpent, as it coalesced with Fenrir’s writhing self.
Fenrir’s quiet sobbing stopped abruptly. His breathing, previously harsh and ragged, smoothed down and evened as he slowly gazed at his scarred body. New scars covered his torso—scars his Master had bestowed upon him for his failure. Apart from said scars, there was no hint of the torture he had undergone. Only the memory remained.
“To your feet, Fenrir,” Voldemort said softly, and Fenrir glanced up.
“Master,” he whispered. “Master… my gratitude… my deepest gratitude…”
On his knees, he scrambled forward and kissed the hem of Voldemort’s black robes.
“May your losses remind you of your foolishness tonight, Fenrir,” Voldemort said.
“Apologies, Master… my sincere apologies…”
Voldemort turned away from Fenrir who rose to his feet and stepped back amongst the circle of Death Eaters that stood with their backs to the walls. He stared at the writhing and quietly moaning form of Lucius Malfoy.
“Now then… Lucius, my slippery friend,” Voldemort whispered. “You fail me, our comrades, and our cause once again. You have overestimated your intellect and severely underestimated our adversary. I find myself on the verge of having had enough of you.”
Lucius was incapable of speech. His voice had given away and all he could manage was unintelligible noises.
“You turned your back on our cause. Our comrades informed me that you never gave up on your old ways, but you turned tail and ran at the first sight of adversity. You failed to keep your woman and your spawn under control, and you lost me the greatest asset you had. Even if we forget every other mishap on your part, you went a step further and lost me dozens of werewolves. And for what? A few muggles who don’t even matter?” Voldemort hissed. “You cannot be allowed to have any power, Lucius. You have proven yourself entirely incapable of carrying out even the most miniscule of operations and it is high time someone more deserving is given the opportunity.”
Voldemort turned around and stared at the group of Death Eaters around him.
“Our faithful comrades are in Azkaban. They deserve to have the highest seat out of you all, and yet, they remain imprisoned, rotting and suffering. That will change soon,” Voldemort whispered. “For now though… Fenrir, step forward.”
Fenrir slowly took a step toward his Master and bowed low.
“You mentioned there was a woman with Lucius.”
“The Umbridge woman,” Fenrir replied with a faint growl.
“I understand you abhor this woman, Fenrir?” Voldemort asked with a toothless smile. “You will have her to do with as you please. However, it would have to wait. From what I have been informed, she is working against Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. She will be yours when she lives out her usefulness, Fenrir. It was her involvement that played a role in destroying a chunk of your pack. She will suffer for it.”
“My Master is too kind,” Fenrir bowed low.
“Indeed, Fenrir… indeed. And being a kind master that I am, I believe you deserve to recover the numbers you lost tonight,” Voldemort said. He raised his wand and gave it a flick. Lucius Malfoy’s writhing body went ramrod straight as he was forced to his feet. Voldemort levitated him, bringing him closer, and pressed his wand against the inside of his left arm.
Lucius’ face contorted in agony as he felt a chunk of his magic being taken away from him. His mouth did not move, and nor did his limbs. All he could do was remain standing helplessly in front of his Master.
“Your arm, Fenrir,” Voldemort said calmly, and Fenrir obliged. He watched, fascinated, as his Master brought Malfoy’s arm forward, aligning it right by his, and whirled his wand over their limbs. His eyes widened in surprise at the sight of a snarling wolf emblazoned on Malfoy’s left arm, right where his Dark Mark used to be.
Once he deemed his job done, Voldemort turned around and walked away toward the staircase that led to his throne. He climbed up the stairs and took his place, looking down upon them.
“Go ahead, Fenrir. You may have Lucius, and he will be one of your faithful. It is evident that he has nothing further to add to our cause. May he prove more useful as one of your mutts.”
“My Master is too kind! Too kind!” Fenrir grinned malevolently as he stared ferally at a frozen Malfoy who could only stare in utter shock. He could not believe the reward he had suddenly gotten from his Master.
Lucius Malfoy was someone he detested for the pompous prick he was. He had always looked down on him and his kind, and now he would be one of his mutts. It was the irony of the highest order.
“Take to Knockturn and grab any petty criminal you can find,” Voldemort announced. “Bring them over to Fenrir who needs the numbers.”
“Yes, Master,” a cacophony of agreement sounded out, and Voldemort nodded approvingly.
“Start preparing for infiltrating all the departments in the Ministry. We will soon be freeing our faithful in Azkaban,” Voldemort continued, looking around. “And keep working on our mission in the Department of Mysteries. That prophecy is of utmost importance.”
Lucius Malfoy listened to everything but he barely registered what was said. His fearful eyes were trained on the most dangerous werewolf there was.
The last sight Lucius Malfoy saw as he was knocked into unconsciousness was that of a vengeful werewolf, fully transformed, and lunging for him.
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Harry and his girls went to sleep, but not for long. He was not exaggerating when he said that he was a bit overstimulated, and Nat had taken it a step further in the early hours of the morning when she woke him up with her lovely lips wrapped around his cock.
It had been over an hour, and with magic working overdrive, the room was a bastion of lust and debauchery.
Daphne and Cassie were to his left, eagerly pleasuring each other in a sixty-nine. His lovely blonde vixen was on top, furiously eating her lover out as she returned the favor, pulling Daphne’s curvaceous rear down on her face.
To his right, Nym was on her hands and knees, keeping Nat’s legs spread apart as she ate her out. The beautiful Huldra had herself lifted on her elbows, her lovely tits heaving as she watched Nym manipulate the length and girth of her tongue inside her vaginal walls, pleasuring her. Meanwhile, her phallic tail had stretched to reach behind the young metamorph, probing her well-fucked entrance and playing with her clit.
He had made love to all his women in the room since he had been woken up, with the exception of the lovely veela who had her plump lips wrapped around his manhood as she brought him to full mast once again.
“I love this ritual,” Fleur whispered hotly as she pulled her mouth off his cock and started stroking him furiously. “You never run out of steam, and the sex is always so fulfilling!”
“I aim to please, love,” Harry replied with a grin.
Fleur smirked as she crawled over him on her hands and knees, as if she was stalking her prey, and Harry allowed his eyes to feast on the heavenly sight of her large tits as they dangled in front of him. She stopped with her hands on either side of his head and lowered herself on his crotch, trapping his length between her delicious lower lips.
“You want me, mon amour?”
“What kind of question is that?” He asked huskily, reaching up and cupping her glorious mounds. Fleur smiled and allowed him to play with her tits.
Harry squeezed and fondled her tits, letting his thumb brush across her hard nipples.
“Mmm… Harry…” she moaned hotly, moving her hips back and forth over his length, stroking him with her pussy lips, as Harry leaned upward and captured her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, coaxing a wanton breath of pleasure out of her, before he moved to the right, nibbling gently.
Fleur’s ministrations intensified on his lap and Harry could feel the head of his prick repeatedly probe her entrance.
He loved all the women he was with, and as with each and every one of them, he could not help but marvel at his French girlfriend’s beauty. She might be a veela, but even if she wasn’t, Harry was sure she would’ve been one of the most beautiful women on the planet.
His hand threaded through her silky and lustrous silvery-blonde hair as he pulled back and started to kiss along her neck. Fleur moaned and breathed throatily as he kissed and nibbled on her ivory skin, trailing a line of sinful flame across her body as he slowly climbed to capture her lips in a searing kiss that almost took her breath away. She kissed him back eagerly as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself firmly against him. Her large tits mashed up against his hard chest and she rubbed herself against him, moaning as she felt her sensitive puffy nipples brushing against his hot skin.
“I want you in me, mon amour,” she whispered as she pulled back, and Harry eagerly obliged.
He reached over and grabbed his length by the base, moving to align himself with her sodden entrance when someone grabbed his hand.
Both Fleur and Harry glanced over to see Nym, still furiously eating Nat out, eyeing them sideways. She winked and Harry chuckled, relinquishing his hold over his prick.
He groaned when he felt Nym’s dainty hand wrap around his length and the metamorph expertly aligned him with Fleur. The veela moaned as the head popped inside her gushing quim, and with no hesitation whatsoever, she plunged herself onto his cock, spearing him into her hot, wet canal.
“Ahh yess!” Fleur cried out, burying her face in the crook of his neck where she quickly started to suck and nibble furiously. Harry allowed himself to fall on his back, pulling the lovely blonde with him. He reached over and grabbed her plump rear, sinking his fingers into her delectable rear, and started to maneuver her on his cock.
He lifted and dropped her, controlling the pace and ferocity of their fucking as Fleur kept whispering sexily in his ear.
“Merde, mon amour… fuck me,” her throaty voice sent shivers up his spine. She knew what she did whenever she used that tone. It never failed to make him even more aroused.
Her tight, slick walls were stretched open by his girth as it repeatedly slammed deep inside her. Fleur was grabbing his shoulders to support herself as she slowly pushed against him, lifting herself so that her face was hovering right over his.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long now,” she breathed with a sexy grin. “You better give me all you’ve got.”
“Why don’t you show me how excited you are yourself?” He retorted with a challenging grin.
“Ah, my ‘Arry,” she purred as she pushed herself upright, resting her hands on his bare chest as she looked around at their other lovers eagerly pleasuring each other. “You should know by now not to challenge a veela when it comes to sex, even if you’ve become a sexual being yourself.”
With her hands on his chest for support, Fleur began bouncing up and down on him, gradually gaining speed as she fucked herself raw on his cock. Her plump rear slapped hard against his thighs and she threw her head back in pleasure as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her.
Harry grinned at the hot sight of Fleur Delacour with her head thrown back in ecstasy as she kept plunging repeatedly onto his cock. She had her eyes closed as she relished the pleasure they were deriving from each other, and Harry’s eyes fell on her large tits that were bouncing right in front of him. As she kept bottoming out on his prick, Harry raised his hands and grabbed a hold of her bouncing tits, squeezing and fondling them as he relinquished control of both the pace and the intensity of their sex to his lovely veela vixen.
“Ah ‘Arry,” she purred. “You’ve no idea how much I’m looking forward to spending my life with you.”
Harry chuckled and continued playing with her tits. His thumbs brushed over her puffy nipples, rubbing them to hardness before pinching them gently.
“I love your tits.”
“I can see that,” she chuckled as she gazed at him. “But you love Nat’s the most, don’t you?”
Harry refrained from replying, merely winking at Nat when she turned her head toward them.
“Don’t worry,” Fleur chuckled. “With tits like those, I can’t blame you.”
Harry chuckled as the women shared a wink when he heard a loud cry from Nym. He looked over and saw she was shuddering with her face buried in Nat’s well-fucked quim as her tail kept stimulating her, driving her over the edge and through her second orgasm.
He turned his head to the other side and saw Cassie and Daphne hard at it. Both women had their faces buried in each other’s cunts and it seemed as if they were lost in their world of pleasure. It was to be understandable considering they had been lovers for a while now.
Turning back to Fleur who gave him a lustful grin, he grinned back and relinquished his hold on her melons. He dragged his hands down, caressing her soft skin as he descended, and came to a stop on her waist.
“I’m close, baby,” she whispered as she leaned forward. Pressing her lips against his, she whispered, “Bring me home.”
That was all Harry needed to hear and he bent his knees, planting his legs flat on the bed. Keeping a firm hold on her waist, he kissed her furiously as he slammed his hips upward, meeting her halfway. He groaned into the kiss as Fleur clutched onto him tightly.
Harry plowed furiously into her tight, hot depths as he held onto her waist. Fleur gave as good as she got, rocking her arse back and forth and meeting his thrusts with her own.
“’Arry!” She pulled away from the kiss and cried out as Harry reached under her and flicked the bundle of sensitive nerves right on top of her pussy. His cock still plunging deep inside her, he started to rub circles on her clit, pressing and probing gently to stimulate her as much as possible.
“Ah fuck!” Fleur gasped, burying her face in the crook of his neck once again as she shook on top of him. She let out a throaty, trembling moan right into his ear, sending shivers of pleasure through his entire being as only a veela could. Harry kept thrusting inside her as she rode out her climax. He had a firm hold on her as her hips bucked and her body trembled in orgasm.
“Cum for me, ‘Arry~” she purred, her voice enforced by the magic of a veela. “Give it all to me, mon amour… You know you want to~”
Harry grunted, his grip on her tightening as she kept whispering sultrily in his ear. He could feel the sexual magic of the veela working at the maximum, and he knew there was no way he could deny her.
With a powerful grunt, Harry erupted inside her, and Fleur howled in pleasure as the kickback of her veela magic kicked in. Her second orgasm shot through her in tandem with his as she felt the first shot of his thick and potent seed shoot deep inside her quivering snatch.
Unbeknownst to them, all four women around them had intensified their ministrations, influenced by Fleur’s sexual magic, and it made for a massively arousing scene as their orgasms crashed through them at the same time. It was a display of perfect sexual synchronicity as all six lovers gasped and breathed heavily as they lay on top of each other, utterly satisfied and spent.
“Fucking hell,” Harry gasped as he held Fleur who clutched onto him firmly with both her arms and her legs wrapped tightly around him. His cock still pulsed inside her gushing snatch.
“Merlin, birdie,” Nym whispered as she turned her head to the side, gazing at them with a disbelieving grin. “That was something. It felt as if I was being fucked my our stud here again.”
“Tell me about it,” Daphne replied from the other side, a wide grin plastered on her face as she held Cassie in her embrace. “I’d no idea you could do that, Fleur.”
“I didn’t either,” Fleur replied with a disbelieving chuckle.
“Guess we learned something else about our dear veela’s heritage and how the bond influences her in the bedroom,” Nat remarked with a wide grin. “And I’m sure the others must’ve felt something as well.”
“For sure,” Cassie grinned.
They were not wrong. Right when Harry and the five women with him careened over the edge and had their intense orgasms, a few select witches shivered right where they slept. Their cores dampened and their eyes shot open wide, all sleep evaporating when an intense orgasm shot through them right where they lay in their respective beds. Their breathing was labored as they clenched their fists and toes. Their bodies shook violently and only one thought was prevalent in all their minds.
Somehow, defying all logic, they had been brought to an orgasm by a man they had bonded with. Although they were awash with nothing but sheer sexual satisfaction, a few of them could not help but keep wondering about it.
Narcissa Black, Amelia Bones, and Hermione Granger. All three women had felt the bond with Harry and they had been brought to their respective orgasms despite having never experienced what it truly felt like. The latter was still a virgin while the former two, although having had sexual experiences, had never truly had an orgasm if they did not count self-pleasure.
They could not help but crave more of this feeling even though they were confused as to how they had experienced a sensation so profound when they were so far away from him. It was certain now that they truly shared an intimate magical connection with the wizard and the desire to be with him intensified even further.
Their breathing slowly came under control and their shivering gradually subsided, and try as they might, it was impossible to go back to sleep.
Luckily, it was already time to wake up.
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Harry was the last to emerge from his room after getting freshened up and ready for the day. As he walked toward the staircase, a door opened and Narcissa walked out. Their eyes met and the woman stopped in her tracks, staring at him.
“Hey Narcissa, Good Morning!” Harry greeted with a smile.
“Uh… Good Morning to you too,” she nodded, a hint of pink dusting her cheeks.
“You’re a bit late this morning. Usually you’re up early,” he remarked as he resumed walking. Narcissa fell into step beside him.
“I could say the same about you.”
“Oh,” Harry chuckled. “I just had an eventful morning, that’s all.”
“I can see that,” she replied, glancing at him. “You’re awfully chipper this morning, just like Andi was.”
“Is that so?”
A grin was plastered on his face. He knew just what was up.
“Yeah,” Narcissa nodded. “It’s the ritual’s effect, isn’t it?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” Harry replied nonchalantly. He was surprised when he was pushed with his back against the wall. Eyebrows raised, he stared at Narcissa who was breathing heavily as she gazed at him.
“Would it cost you anything to be straightforward and answer a damned question?” She growled, and the flush on her face was unmistakable.
“You look like you woke up with your knickers in a twist today, Narcissa,” Harry whispered, and before the woman could react, he turned them around so that he had her pinned against the wall. Wide-eyed, Narcissa stared at him. She could feel her desire for him intensifying and the more she breathed in his scent, the more she could feel the pooling of wetness between her legs.
“Harry…” she breathed, her eyes closing as he leaned toward her. She could feel his hot breath against her face as she basked in his magic that enveloped her like a protective cocoon and his unique scent that felt more intoxicating than anything she’d ever smelled. Narcissa felt as if she could float in this feeling of comfort forever.
To her utter disappointment though, she felt his scent pull away from her and her eyes opened, gazing at that infuriating smirk on his face.
“I seem to recall someone saying how I’d have to work for it and a lot of dramatic crap that I don’t exactly remember,” he replied. “What? Done with all that already?”
Narcissa’s eyes narrowed as she glared at him.
“You are one infuriating bastard, Harry Potter.”
Harry merely chuckled obnoxiously as he turned to the side and took a step downstairs. She kept glaring at him when he suddenly stopped and turned around.
“You might wanna get a change of knickers, Narcissa. These are wet as fuck.”
Narcissa’s eyes widened as she stared at a black lace fabric in his hand, and it suddenly dawned on her that he had somehow divested her of her undergarments without even touching her. She gazed at that damned smirk on his face and her eyes almost bugged out when she saw him lift the fabric to his nose and take a long whiff.
“I’ll be keeping this one. I hope you won’t mind?” He asked as he pushed the fabric in his pocket, and without waiting for an answer, he turned around and walked away.
Narcissa could only stand there in the middle of the staircase, staring dumbly at the spot he had just vacated. Her movements were automatic as she turned around, climbed up the stairs, and made her way to the room she and Andi shared.
Try as she might, she could not push the sight of him sniffing her panties out of her mind, and she gritted her teeth in frustration as she recalled the orgasm that had crashed through her in the early hours of the morning. She was prideful, and she knew that, but he seemed intent on rubbing her pride in the dust and trampling over it. The most frustrating part of it all was that she could feel he was succeeding brilliantly at it.
Narcissa released a deep breath and had no choice but to activate the room’s locking and privacy wards. She also had no choice but to pull her dress off herself, throw her on the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and push her fingers deep inside her.
She furiously pleasured herself, recalling the sight of him sniffing her panties and how arousing his presence always felt. Her thumb kept rubbing her clit as she plunged three fingers in and out of her.
“Mmm… Harry…” She let out a guttural cry at the top of her lungs as she brought herself over the edge, and she was left a shivering mess by the time she was done.
‘Merlin, that was hot!’ She thought as she reminisced the sight of him sniffing her panties again.
She could feel that she was close to giving herself up to him, and it both excited and terrified her.
Sighing, Narcissa stood up and glanced at her naked self in the mirror. She knew how hot she still was and how much he wanted her. She could only wonder how much longer she could hold on before she just gave in.
She knew she would find happiness and much more if she did give in, but she was afraid of letting go of her pride and allowing herself to depend so much on someone else for the first time in her life.
She shook her head and slapped her cheeks twice in quick succession. She could think about it later.
She and Evelyn were working on replicating and improving the Dark Mark’s runic sequence, and it needed her entire focus.
Try as she might though, the thoughts of Harry just wouldn’t go away.
To be continued…
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Daeron Targaryen
Good for Harry :)
