Fleur roused from her unusually peaceful sleep a smile coming to her generous lips. She could feel Harry's arm curled around her from where they had fallen asleep together after what, Fleur had to admit, was the best sex of her life.
She revelled in the feeling from Harry's embrace. It was comforting while at the same time it was exciting as well. In short she felt amazing. She was glad that she had offered to 'help' Harry with his little divine problem and god hadn't it been fun to do so. She would have to thank Aluria if she got the chance. The fact that Harry had sorted out her little problem for her as well was almost too much to hope for, but he had and had done it like it was nothing. She had gladly bonded to him after that. The fact that Harry had in his own way bonded to her as well was just icing on the cake. She had felt the pure magic flow through her at that and it had been one of the most amazing things she had felt in her life.
She was from a line of magical beings and being around so much magic was speaking to her in a way that was quite unlike anything before. The building sang to her on a base level almost like Hogwarts had but amazingly enough on a higher level. The floor they were on was the most saturated of course and according to what Harry had said reacted to her right back. Now he had mentioned it she had noticed a few things like the lights going up a few notches or the way the entire place seemed to resonate within her.
A smile curved her lips again and she arched her back as she stretched, rubbing herself down Harry side in the process. They were both utterly naked and the feeling was quite exhilarating and got a reaction from Harry as well which caused her smile to notch up a few degrees.
Perhaps it was time to awaken her prince, and she knew just how to do it.
* * *
Later, Time Dilation Field
"Yesssssss," Fleur hissed going limp atop of Harry and flopping forward onto his chest, breathing hard. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat that made her glow in the low lighting of her bedroom.
Harry laughed slightly, rousing her a little. "Are you laughing at me," she asked looking half amused, half annoyed.
"Not in that way, I just never expected you to be so..."
"Unrestrained," she asked.
"Something like that."
"I am Veela 'Arry eet is my way."
"I like it, don't get me wrong, but it's a bit of a shock to face in the flesh." Harry said with a smile. "Definitely good though."
"I am glad eet is so, and that for a while at least I 'ave you to myself."
"For a few more days," Harry said, "Though to be honest I can break the bubble anytime."
"Ah, I thought so, you leetle liar."
"I enjoy spending time with you, so sue me."
"I will find other ways to make you pay," she said with a gleam in her eyes.
"For now though, I need a shower and then I have a conversation to carry out." Harry said gently rolling her to the bed and off his chest, eliciting a groan from them both.
"Such a shame," Fleur said her eyes glinting with sexual intent.
Harry got out of bed walking naked towards the en-suite, Fleur's eyes on his form as he did so. Then she rolled onto her back and smiled widely, things were amazing and she liked it. She knew she was going to have to share soon but it was a real boon to have some quality time for herself with him. He had briefly explained what he was and the duties inherent in that and since she had seen the goddess herself Fleur felt more at ease with the situation. Truth was that while the bond made sure she was monogamous, it didn't ensure the same for the bonded and she was fine with that.
She wasn't sure why she was so fine with that, but somehow it felt right, and it felt right that Harry should have this duty; he had also explained to her that he was no longer linked to Voldemort but he would still get rid of that blemish on humanity. She felt better after hearing that because as she had seen for herself in the Tournament when Harry did set his mind to something it got done. This new Harry was like the old of course, but to the nth degree and she felt more sure than ever that he would succeed. The things he could do with magic now were quite frankly in the realms of legendary ad he was edging into science and melding the lines between the two. It was almost scary, and at the same time it was good that it was Harry that was doing it.
She rolled over onto her stomach, looking at the headboard for a moment, it actually had nail marks in it from earlier, but then Harry cold drive her over the edge into the realms of madness of passion and it was perhaps lucky it had been the headboard that had taken the brunt of that passion. She would have made a right mess of Harry her she clawed him so.
Harry walked out of the shower towelling his hair dry, also fully dressed somehow that Fleur could for the life of her figure out since they hadn't worn clothes since the day before and they were strewn across the floor in the living room.
"Hey gorgeous," he said with a smile, throwing the towel into a nearby hamper that appeared just as the towel reached it only to disappear again afterwards. Fleur blinked back her shock at that, the things Harry could do with magic were out of the world, but she was becoming used to it.
"You are going to talk to her now," she asked.
"I'm going to try, let's see if she's in a talkative mood, and if she'll allow you to do so as well."
"I think, that eet should only be you 'Arry. This is part of your destiny."
"I have a destiny?"
"You do I feel eet."
"I don't like destiny it's too hampering, I just want to be the best High Priest I can be for Aluria, especially after all she has done to improve my life ad toy with the fabric of reality for a while and see what happens. The I'm also going to make an insane amount of money for any children I have and let's face it that could end up as being quite a lot." He added with a grin then half frowned, "Do you want children one day Fleur?"
"I do, with you I think I would like that."
"Then I have to provide for them and their futures, though if you don't mind I don't want to be a father for a good long time yet."
"Non, I do not wish to be a muzzer either, not yet."
"Good, though I will have to talk to the others as well about this at some point."
"Of course," Fleur said with a dazzling smile, kneeling up in the bed, the covers dropping off her gorgeous body and showing her fully to Harry, who growled in appreciation. "Ah, ah, go 'ave your conversation."
"Tease," he said playfully, then walked over to her and gave her a passionate kiss before leaving her with her eyes still closed and lips pursed the feel of his lips still on hers.
Harry walked through his living room and made a sharp left just as Fleur had done before, though he was happy with the disorientation and rode through it easily, to him it wasn't that odd to look at but rather a very beautiful sight as he flowed through a colourful void between one space and the next, the magic twirling around him like a lover's embrace. Then he was through it and standing in his lab, where the music was still playing at a high volume and if anything had improved its style somewhat.
"JELLY" the voice synth greeted him.
"Huh," Harry mumbled and walked over to his Magomputer, the half scientific and half magical device which he still hadn't found a decent name for. It was literally a blending of magical and technological sciences that he had been toying with since he started to toy with time. It was easily faster than anything the market had to offer and was better at crunching numbers than his liquid cooled Cray in the office. It looked ultra modern as well with its sleek design as it had been constructed with magic and had no actual moving parts. It did have a chip from an original laptop he had bought on his original shopping trip but it was so changed now as to be unrecognizable from the original. The display was projected up to a transparent piece of plastic rather than using a LCD screen or something similar and was essentially a touch screen, which Harry made full use of, using the screen rather like one would use a mouse on a regular computer, it had a keyboard of course, the lightly glowing numbers and letters arranged in a regular qwerty layout. He tapped those too with a familiarity once wouldn't expect of him unless they understood that he had spent days in various time loops and rollbacks getting everything set up.
"Jelly," the voice synth said, then, "Helly."
Harry half frowned and tapped away for a moment longer, changing the algorithm on the fly.
"Jello." It said.
Another adjustment
"Hello," the voice said, this time with some female inflection along for the ride. Harry rose a quizzical brow and tapped away a moment longer tweaking things and the very base code of the synthesizer as he did so.
"Hello Harry," a smooth female voice intoned, "Greet from me."
Another little change and then, "Greetings for me, from the lines between this and next forward and backwards up and down, from the realm of the impossible that become possible." Harry half frowned again wondering if the program was still broken.
"Is that Magic?"
"Indeed," the soft tones seemed to make the spectrum analyser dance in almost spiritual ways in the centre of the room.
"I was told you wanted to talk to me."
"Aluria is right I do."
"May I ask what about?"
"There is a stain, a blemish, badness personified."
Harry sighed, "Voldemort."
"Yes, he must be gone, damned Obliterated."
"I already planned on killing him."
"To kill is not enough."
"Oh what else can I do?"
"Obliterate the stain, remove the disease."
"How," Harry asked face slightly confused, "Isn't that what killing him would do?"
"Not enough," the soft silky female voice told him with no real inflection on the words being spoken.
"Then how do I utterly destroy him."
"When the time comes, I will be there, lend to you the extra power I will, then we together will obliterate him from this realm, with him much of the dark magic that seeps into this dimension twisting reality to the point of breaking. Then others must be removed."
"So not just Voldemort then?"
"Others, some much worse."
"That's not good to hear, can I do that."
"With my help, with your Chosen, anything is possible, if you believe, that is all I am, I am the power of belief formed into reality, a force that allows the creation of all things. Aluria is similar also, she will tell of this."
"I'll be sure to ask her."
"You will learn anyway when the time is right, for now I gift to you that you become MY chosen."
"Hang on, I'm Aluria's chosen, I don't want that to change, I'm sorry and I will do as you ask, but I'll not lose her or her mission."
"Fear not partner in play, I would not take such from you."
"Then good, what will that mean from me."
"A connection it will create between us, good for the both it will be. As the connection forms so will us both."
"Okay - what does that mean?" Harry asked honestly curious.
"I wish, want, desire, to be like Aluria more than I am."
"What... gorgeous," Harry asked face twisted in confusion.
There was an actual laugh which was strange because the synth should not have been able to process such a sound, since it was using patterns from the music that was still playing in the background, come to think of it, there was no 'Mic' attached to the system either, so she shouldn't be able to hear him let alone a translation program for him. Harry looked at the central display which was bouncing attractively.
"I wish to become an anthromorphic personification, I have the worshippers, I have the power, such power as to behold myself in a form, I desire to relate to humans and my other users in a way I never could before this very day."
"I don't see how I can help with that, I am powerful, much more than I was, but I am not a god I can't o that I'm sorry."
"From you, I will learn to form my own body."
"Because I have form, you will get one... is that what you're saying."
"Yes, exactly, well done playmate."
"I knew you were playing with me, I knew it. You seemed to be having fun."
"None has done such with me ever before, none have had such a feeling, a need to do so, nor believed that it was possible. You are not constrained by other's thoughts, you made up your own mind and that allowed me the freedom to have... fun."
"Well we can still do that, anytime."
"I am glad, but do you accept my offer."
"This won't change anything between Aluria and I?"
"I promise this to you."
"I was told that you were eternal, that you were not even remotely human, if this is the case why do you want this?"
"To relate, to stop such darkness, I would be able to appear to chosen few, to set things right. Over the last few ... centuries is the word, much darkness has flooded into this realm. Some from the way I have been used, I wish to correct, to balance. I am nor good or evil, but balance and there is little of that, which is why I allowed Aluria's action to make you powerful and more to come, because for there to be a balance there must be a force for light that can face up to the many evils in this realm and fight... fight to death. This must be you, for you there is no limit to be held over you and this I can make come to pass."
"No limit, I'm not sure I like the sound of that."
"I am all magic, in all realms, through me you'll be able to draw from this source. Worry not if I do not agree then I will not allow the action."
"That is good I think," Harry paused, "This is a big decision, when Aluria said you wanted to talk to me I never imagined it would be something like this. I mean I already have a divine task set out for me."
"I will ask no more of you than you can provide."
"I'm leaning towards saying yes, I'll admit, more for the fact that I'll be able to help you out, and when you find your form, or I urh... provide it or something then you'll be able to chose another, so can I say that I will help you under these conditions. My first loyalty has to be to Aluria, and while I love magic, and I suppose that means that I love the personification of magic I have to answer to her first."
"Aluria and I are of a like mind of this, she wishes for you to help me, but said she would not ask it of you that it must be your decision."
"Which is another reason why she'll be my first loyalty, but what do you think about my compromise?"
There was a long pause, the graph in the centre of the room just spinning for a moment and no sound coming from the speaker where the music had been coming from throughout the entire discussion.
"I accept, with the proviso that if no one acceptable is available you continue. I have jobs, tasks, missions for you and I wish for those to be you and no other."
"Acceptable," Harry said with a firm nod, "I think you have yourself a deal... Magic, though we'll have to get a name for you when you get a form."
"Then it is done," the voice said happily.
"I didn't feel a thing." Harry exclaimed.
"Why would you," Magic asked sounding amused for the first time.
"Your tonal inflection has just completely changed," Harry noted.
"We are linked."
"I hope that doesn't mean you're going to get my rather puckish sense of humour," Harry said laughing.
"It might, or course, you may notice changes in yourself as well I am eternal after all."
"Isn't Aluria," Harry asked.
"Virtually, she was created by humans as a personification of a force of emotion and for the light, and as such she then became eternal, but I was created to make things happen by the Creator of all since the moment of time."
"Right that makes the sort of sense that doesn't."
There was laughter in the air, and this time it sort of lit up the area like it had done the times that he had made Aluria laugh. "That's odd," Harry noted looking around at the free floating light molecules that were dancing in the air.
"Ahh it begins."
"I thought this would take some time," Harry said sounding utterly shocked.
"You are a man with a powerful force of belief in the possible."
"Huh?"
"As I said you are not constrained by other's belief in what's possible and as such ANYTHING is possible."
"So do you have a form," Harry asked.
"Not yet, but soon. I feel it already, something is changing inside of me."
"There's an inside of you."
"Not exactly, there is a core to my being, but there are no words in your language to explain properly the way I exist."
"Of course not, I mean it's not like we Humans really understand the truly metaphysical."
"Not yet," Magic said her tone soft, "If anyone can it will be you in coming times."
"You and Aluria have been doing some fairly heavy hinting about my future and what it could hold, I don't suppose one of you would just like to come out and say it?"
"Not yet," Magic said sounding highly amused, "The time has not come to pass and nor will it for some time, already you are approaching your destiny you have but to open the door to the realm of the impossible and step across the threshold into your future."
"Because that made SOO much sense," Harry grumped playfully.
More feminine laughter filled the air with light sparkles. "The time has come that I must leave your presence for a while, I have some exploring to do," Magic said when she had finished laughing, "But I am never far from you now beloved playmate. Any time you wish to play, I will be there."
Harry laughed as the feeling of something in the air left and the music stopped dead and the centre display died with a wink.
* * *
Day Four
Fleur watched with something akin to horror building on her face as light danced around Harry, he was standing in the centre of his lap where the display had been and was casting something, she had no idea what, but there was what appeared to be a mini black hole forming there. It was perhaps the scariest thing she had ever seen. Then he twisted to the right, throwing his hands up at the same time and just promptly disappeared. Fleur let out a gasp, fearful that he had just literally atomized himself. Then a pair of arms appeared from the centre of the room where the black hole thing had been and grabbed her pulling her in. A scream leapt from her throat as she was dragged through a magical field that tingled all over her body in ways that were strangely exciting and then suddenly she was standing next to Harry in utter emptiness, she looked around but there was a solid blackness, she could see Harry who was holding a ball of magic light but it reached no further than her and as she looked down at herself she noticed that she was actually glowing.
"Where are we 'arry," Fleur asked, her voice sounding very flat in the sheer emptiness of this void in which she found herself.
"A right handed Dimension, frankly I didn't think I would be able to create one, but I think with the power boost Magic gave me I now have the ability, which frankly is scaring the absolute shit out of me." Fleur looked at him and noticed that he was as white as a sheet even allowing for the wash out effect of the light blue light he was holding.
"You mean ze Pocket Dimension non?"
"No - I don't." Harry said trembling slightly.
Fleur gasped and looked around, "Zis is a full dimension?"
"A right handed one at that, frankly I think I could've created a simple enough Left hander, but this is beyond my wildest dreams. But I thought I would try because you know I thought it would be useful."
"What does zis mean?"
"I mean's that I can bring the entire building in here if I can link the access points to the doors and the outside reality. It means, I think that I can totally secure the building and if I secure it to me then it will exist as long as I do and I'll be able to access it from anywhere, and this is a theory but I think I can create a form of apparition for you and any other magical to get here. If I ward the entire place, well and area of it, I'm not sure how big this dimension actually is. I mean look at it, it's utterly empty."
"Zis will protect the building, will your toys still work 'ere."
"Don't worry Fleur you'll still be able to play the Playstation." Harry said with a friendly mocking tone.
"I 'ave not touched it in days." She said with a sniff.
"Because we've been having enormous amounts of sweaty sex," Harry said with a happy smile. "Have I told you how much I'm enjoying that by the way?"
"Zat is mutual 'Arry." Fleur said with a smile, "'Arry... does this make you a..."
"No, I'm not a god, but I am linked to two deities, one of whom is actually more than a deity, this is not my personal power that made this place. I powered some of theirs and since I did it they obviously didn't mind. No doubt Aluria was hoping I would, but she likes me to come up with these things on m own for some reason. Of course it would be easier if she just told me, but not so much fun for her personally I suspect."
Fleur laughed gaily for a moment, "She iz impish for a goddess, I mean look at what she did to you to get us together non?"
"Don't remind me, well actually do that was some very good sex."
Fleur laughed again, then frowned, "'Ow are we breathing?"
"Good question," Harry said looking thoughtful, "This appears to be a void, but already has some creature comforts, like we're not freezing to death, we can breath and we're standing on something, weird, I wonder did that automatically happen or did the Lady Deities do it for me."
"I wonder, what form she will take," Fleur mused, thinking of Magic.
"She says that's linked to me, so female, I just hope not a female version of me that'd be disturbing."
"You would make a good woman non?"
"I think not, I'd like to think I was all manly and stuff," Harry replied laughing.
"Oh oui, oui, you are."
"Why thank you Fleur, fancy christening this dimension with me," he asked with a wink.
"Non, not until you at least get something for me to lie on, my legs always fail me."
"Thanks for the compliment, right well I can right shift the entire building in straight away but that will break the time dilation bubble on this floor for sure, ready to face the real world yet?"
"Not really, but we should, I 'ave things to do, like quit my job."
"Why quit?"
"So I can 'elp you 'Arry, I am a Curse Breaker for Gringotts I 'ave some skills that might be use to you hmm?"
"True, so you'll join me in my business endeavours like the others then," Harry asked.
"It seems to be a trend I do not wish to buck." Fleur said with a cute shrug of her shoulders then sent her hair bobbing.
Harry smiled at her for a moment very intently, "You are a very beguiling woman do you know that."
Fleur blushed prettily at him and then stepped in for a quick kiss. "'Ow do we get back."
"Now that's a good question," Harry said looking confused then looked around, "Hmm, well I think if I do ..." he trailed off and grabbed her arm gently and then turned them right. They appeared in his lab and Harry smiled, "Well that worked, though we might be an alternate dimension, but my shit is still here so I doubt it."
"Very comforting 'arry."
* * *
Harry's Apartment Building, Afternoon.
Narcissa Malfoy walked up to a Victorian styled building looking around and liking what she saw a little more than she had with Privet Drive at least. There they had been all boxes all the same shape and size with the exact same sized gardens and no real land to speak of and while there was no land for each of the abodes in this street they were all at least a little different in a style that she much more approved off. She was surprised to find that Harry Potter of all people was living out in the open like this but not as shocked as she had been at his previous address. The so called saviour of the Wizarding world should be kept in a mansion somewhere safe away from the Muggles but seemed to be entrenched in with them.
She stood before the door of where she was fairly sure he lived and raised her hand to the knocker.
Then the building seemed to wink out of existence for a mere blink of time before it reappeared again. There was an enormous backwash of magic that literally staggered her for a moment, nearly knocking her off her feet until she regained her balance and she had to admit it felt sinfully good for a while there as well. Then it was as if nothing at all strange had happened, other than the fact she had to walk back up the steps leading to the door. There also for a second seemed to be a glow on said door before it too faded and everything was once more as it was.
This gave her even more pause, but still she reached up, took the knocker in one slender gloved hand and rapped it smartly on the door. There was no movement for a full minute and then the door clicked open and a beautiful dark haired woman of mid twenties appeared looking a little confused. "Hello," she said in a pleasant English accent, a hint of a good upbringing in her tones.
Narcissa looked at her for a moment, she was very beautiful that much was certain but she looked a little stunned. "I am Narcissa ma... Black. I wish to see Mr Potter."
The brunette shook herself slightly and her eyes cleared. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I wasn't aware that I would need one," Narcissa said frowning slightly.
"I'll just go and see if he's free, please come and wait in the reception area if you would, while I find him."
"Of course."
Narcissa walked into a modern looking area with some comfortable looking leather couches arrayed along one wall and an empty desk. It was pleasantly decorated, though not to her style, but she could see whoever had done it had taste.
In the end she waited five minutes before the young woman was back with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye and a very faint blush on her cheeks. This actually rather suited her and if anything made her even more attractive to look at. "Please follow me, Harry will see you now - sorry for the wait."
Narcissa smiled slightly and got up to follow the young woman through some double doors and to what appeared to be a rather large area with several desks and electronic equipment she had no frame of reference to identify. Then she was led to the end of the area, which took longer to cross than it really should have and to an oak door. "This is Harry's office," the brunette said and knocked. "Narcissa Black." She announced.
"Please send her in Natalie," came the surprisingly rich sounding tones of what Narcissa had to assume was Harry Potter. He sounded much older than the sixteen years she knew him to be and held a note of pure command in his tones that spoke of supreme confidence in himself.
Narcissa stepped into an office that was decorated in an antique style including a large slightly imposing oak desk that looked like it could take people fighting on it, behind which was sat a young man that actually made Narcissa's heart skip. He wasn't at ALL like she had imagined and nothing like the skinny under fed boy she had seen at the Quidditch World Cup. He had grown into a powerful looking young man that while he was slender exuded a sense of very real power and command. He looked utterly relaxed his emerald regard was drumming into her ice blue eyes and seeming to read her inside out with a blink of time.
Frankly, things were not looking so bad after all, but this could also be a problem as she had been expecting a shy retiring young man and instead was faced with a powerful young man very much at ease with himself and his surroundings.
"Please come in have a seat." Harry said half standing which showed some manners that Narcissa liked to see it intoned respect for a woman even if it was old fashioned by the Muggle worlds standards, of course in the Wizarding world men considered themselves better than women, but the old manners were still mostly adhered to, though it had been a long time since her ex-husband had bothered.
"Thank you Mr Potter," she said taking a seat and arranging her long skirts around her legs and then crossing them.
"So... What can I do for you - are you here about the urh job."
"Among other things I am, I am unsure quite how we should go about me becoming your social secretary but I'm sure we can thrash out the details before I leave today. You social situation is of course on the rise with your inheritance and I'm here to guide you through the possible mire of pure blood politics and social events."
"That's fine; though I put little stock in such things I am afraid."
"Ahh but you must start Mr Potter, because you are now a Pure Blood Lord with the Blacks and the Potters, part of two Ancient and Noble houses."
"Four, though two are rather defunct."
"Four, really?"
"Yes, four, Potter Black, Harkness and Franklin."
"I had thought those last two to be dead lines," Narcissa noted, "But that just makes this even more important My Lord."
"Now it's My Lord, it was Mr Potter before."
"I was easing into it." Narcissa said with a slight smile.
Harry smiled back, rather charmingly she thought, and the dancing twinkle in his eyes was actually rather beguiling. It did make things so much better that he was at least attractive, now she just had to find out if he felt the same way, which would make things go much more smoothly for Sirius' favour.
"Well, please call me Harry - what may I call you Ms Black."
"Cissy is fine," Cissy replied, "I think Narcissa is rather formal given the circumstances."
"What circumstances are those?"
"May I come back to that later Harry." She asked with a slight smile.
Harry looked at her for a moment then nodded with a smile, "Of course."
"There are several events forthcoming that I think you should attend, even while Hogwarts is in session."
"Such as"
"There is a Ministry Ball near the end of August that I think you really should attend even if you do not attend any other, though I hope you do. There is of course the annual dinner for the Wizengamot that is required attendance for any member and with the Potter, Black, Franklin and Harkness votes that is I'm afraid obligatory."
"Fun," Harry noted with a sigh, "Can I at least take someone fun with me."
Cissy curled her lip in amusement, "That depends on your definition of fun I suppose. I should go with you the first few times to guide you through the lines of power."
"I sense that you could be fun," Harry said with a slight gleam in his eye.
Cissy smiled a Mona Lisa smile and turned her attention back to business, though it seemed like Harry was actually flirting with her slightly, which was actually complimentary as she was in fact old enough to be his mother, of course that did indeed help with the subject to come. "Then there are various meetings you should attend not to mention the convening of the Wizengamot itself which happens at least once a month if there are no emergencies. I think that you should also go to the Ministers party that is being held at his home on the 25th of this month."
"That arse, do I have to, I don't think he likes me very much. I have to admit the feeling is mutual."
"Like has little to do with politics. Half the people you will see being friendly with each other are as much an enemy to each other as anything else Harry, I will guide you through the snake pit, but you must be mindful to keep your own dislikes to yourself or you will cause an incident. As for the Minister he is easily swayed with money, of which I would think you have plenty."
"So if I pay him, he'll act like he likes me. I'm not sure that's good money spent."
"It's excellent money spent; after last year do you not think it would be good to have the Minister on side."
"That's a point but he's still an arse."
"With wandering hands and that's his favourite target I assure you, and yet I still smile and laugh at the odious prats jokes because I have an image to portray."
"If he touches your arse when you're with me, I'll snap his pudgy little hand off at the shoulder." Harry noted mildly. "One should only touch a woman with full permission to do so."
"I'm glad to see you're gentlemen My Lord, but I can handle the Minister and have done so for some time."
"The thing is I'm not asking you to put up with that on my behalf, if he touches you again slap him silly."
Cissy smiled slightly. "Thank you Harry, but I know my place."
"That's utter crap, stupid Wizarding values."
"That's a dangerous attitude to have for a Wizarding Lord."
"In my view women are an important part of society and have been for close to a century in the mundane world, it's about time the Wizards caught up in my humble opinion."
Cissy eyed him for a long moment, deciding that she was actually going to enjoy working with him, on both things. She re-crossed her legs and sat a little more forward in her chair, "It's fine to have an opinion Harry but there are times it is better to keep them to yourself, especially in today's times in the Wizarding world. Don't rock the boat yet, but by all means if you feel strongly enough about it then we'll work towards it. These things will not change in a day, they must be carefully handled with attention to the politics involved and more importantly the Wizengamot is on average 100 years old to a man or woman. People of that age do not change their minds easily."
"Hmmm, that's going to make me the youngest on the entire Wizengamot isn't it."
"Other than my son who is sitting at proxy for his father at this current time, while he is otherwise engaged." Cissy said with a slightly wicked smile.
This made Harry smile slightly himself, "Does it bother you that I am at odds with your son."
Cissy shrugged slightly, "That is his problem. He has long ago stopped listening to anything I say, there is only his father in his life and for your part in putting the man away I'm afraid he rather hates you."
"Draco ahs always hated me. AT one time I thought I rather hated him back, but to be honest he's barely a blip on my radar now."
Not understanding the phrase itself but the meaning behind it Cissy merely nodded. "I suspected as much, but can I ask that as he is my son, that when you do get around to dealing with any problem that he causes you that you not harm him too much."
"Of course you can ask," Harry said and then laughed, "I'll leave him alone if he leaves me alone, I'm happy to let and let live."
"That is perhaps the most I can hope for and as I am his mother I had to ask you understand."
"Yes Cissy I understand and I will do my utmost best never to harm him, but at the end of the day if he hurts anyone I love..."
Cissy nodded, not looking too happy at that but understanding.
"Now is there anything else I should know about."
"You will need clothing Harry, something not so... Muggle."
"As will you, something much more Muggle."
Cissy blinked at that, "Why?"
"This office is populated by Mundane's, you got some strange looks I suspect and Natalie did comment, though she did say it was an amazing period piece and wondered why you were wearing it to a meeting."
"Very well, how should I dress?"
"I'll ask Natalie to help you go shopping later today, there is of course an apartment here for you and here," he said reaching into a drawer and pulling out a sheaf of paperwork. "This is a Wizarding version of the contract everyone else is under, essentially it details that you will work for me as the Political Officer in the company, though mostly that will be for my benefit. That you will be salaried at a generous rate and there is an agreement that you will tell no one, under threat of your magic, what goes on here."
"That's quite some contract."
"I had the Goblins make this up for me. I have yet to find a Lawyer of my own... I'm working on it."
"Why must I work for the company though, I thought I was to work for you personally."
"You still will, but this is mostly for accounting purposes and Amanda insisted on it."
"Amanda?"
"My accountant, she's a little strict I'm coming to realise, and she only started today."
"Very well, do you have a quill?"
"Use this," Harry said handing over his Mont Blanc.
Narcissa eyed it with both appreciation and trepidation before Harry reached over and uncapped it for her. "That's the nib it works like a quill." He explained hiding a smile.
Narcissa read through the papers, and seemed satisfied before signing her name where indicated. The contract glowed for a moment and then disappeared.
"That's being filed and Gringotts now," Harry explained off her slightly shocked look.
Cissy nodded distractively and looked around the room slightly nervously.
"Is everything alright Cissy," Harry asked. "Is this about the other thing you wanted to talk to me about, I'll help if I can."
Cissy took a deep breath and then got up out of the chair and strode around to the side of the desk and perched on its edge; right next to Harry, her leg swinging free and she did it in such a way for her long skirt to ride up a fair bit, showing just her leg to the knee. Harry noticed that even that little was very promising as she had a fine set of pins on her. It did make him wonder what the hell was going on though for her to invade his personal space like this, unless she actually was putting a move on him. He had to say that he wouldn't mind a tiny bit if she was. For one thing she was stunning in a classically beautiful aristocratic way with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that shone from her face. Her form; was slender and trim with enough curve to make her interesting and frankly she had a powerful female presence. She bit her lip between white teeth for a moment then reached forward and curled a hand into the lapel of his suit jacket and tugged slightly.
Harry quickly got the cue and leaned forward close to her, close enough to feel her sweet breath brushing on his face. "My Lord Potter, the Lord Black has asked something of me, that I must do as it is my place in the family," she said licking her lips slightly, "It was a passing strange request but at one time unmarried elder women of the clan would... educate the young men in the ways of the female flesh."
Harry raised a brow at that and waited for her to continue. "I sense that you might not need much education in this regard My Lord, but as I signed the contract to garner my part in the inheritance I therefore set myself on this path," she told him breathing a little more heavily now, up close and personal he was rather intense.
"You do not have anything you don't want to do, no one will know."
"That is true, but..." she smiled slightly, "I come from a loveless marriage where the sex was quite frankly bad. I am a lonely woman My Lord and while I could indeed not do this I find that I rather want to. You are very handsome and powerful and I feel good just being this close to you. I sense that we are compatible and I would like, with your permission, to explore this compatibility. You may not know this Milord, but there is an ancient rule of magical imbalance between the male and the female, when the male is significantly more powerful than the female then she becomes powerfully attracted to him and perhaps even subservient towards him. I feel this singing in my bones right now Milord it speaks to me in a connection that I have never felt before. I felt it ever since I got close to you and now it is making me shiver with anticipation. At first I thought this would be quite the onerous task, but now - now I feel that I am embarking on something truly magical."
Harry was surprised by this and showed it, but her tone was so earnest he had no way to deny it. Though surely Fleur should have said something, though she was in fact a magical being so perhaps it didn't affect her in the same way, "Will it hurt you?"
Cissy shrugged expressively which caused her skirt to slide to the side a little showing even more slender toned glory to Harry's interested gaze. "This has not happened in thousands of years, but I know this is true, my magic is telling me it I'm sure of it."
At this Harry became slightly suspicious, since he knew that Magic could communicate and would be better able to do so with time. This meant to him that perhaps the being of Magic was in some way driving this and that could also be why Fleur hadn't said anything because this was a new effect he was going to have, though perhaps only with magicals. Through experience he could see the signs of arousal on the elder woman, her cheeks were slightly rosy her lips darker than before and her pupils were so dilated that her eyes looked to be a different hue than the rather icy blue they had been before. She was breathing more heavily and her eyes kept flicking from his to his crotch and back. This, to him, was screaming that she was more than a little interested in him sexually.
The fact that she was Draco's mum, was rather a delicious side dish of course. Perhaps he could put the memory of what he was sure was about to happen in a pensieve and send it to the blonde git. Though that was rather petty and childish of him it did give him a moment of wry amusement.
"Will this effect override your sense of self?"
"I do not know," Cissy said honestly, "It was said to be possible, which I only knew because I loved to read back when I was young. Does my age bother you Harry?"
"No in the least, every woman I have ever been with to date is older than me and you look no older than any of them."
"I am over 40 Harry, old enough to be your mother."
"But the important thing is that you are not in fact my mother because that WOULD be disturbing."
Cissy laughed slightly, "So is there anything Milord likes to do, since you obviously have some experience in the act of making love."
"I like making love; the specifics are usually just something that flows from one moment to the next."
"I will do anything you desire. I am rather well read, and while I don't have a wealth of experience I have had my share."
"You'd do as I command, are you actually now submissive to my wants' and needs?"
"I think I am," Cissy said, "But frankly at the moment, I have a want and need of my own that is becoming rather pressing."
"Oh," Harry asked.
Cissy leaned forward just a little; they had been rather close after all and pressed her lips against his. Their mouths melded together and then she pressed her tongue into his mouth gently and caressed his with it. Harry reached forward and pulled her forward a little, her skirt riding up even further and kissed her a little harder causing the elder woman to moan into his mouth and increase the intensity of her own kiss by no small margin.
Cissy moaned into his mouth again, feeling his entire being wash over her powerfully. It was intoxicating and slightly scary to realise that she would literally do anything he damn well pleased, she had herself she could feel that and it wasn't being pushed to the side or anything but she was subservient to him, to his power. The sexual portent build in the room exponentially as they continued to kiss for a long moment, she had to admit he was wonderful at it teasing her just the right way with the right amount of pressure and passion without drooling all over as some of the young men in her younger years had. He had obviously had plenty of practice at this, which meant Sirius was way off the bat. He had wanted Harry to have something fun to do and Sex was fun, but it was meant to be a release valve for him after the pressures of being a childhood crusader for good. Apparently Harry had come into this himself and had obviously plied the age old trade several times.
Then she felt a hand rest on the top of her thigh and groaned her enjoyment into his still driving her wild kiss. Something sparked between them at that simple contact. It wasn't even flesh to flesh as she was wearing her habitual stockings; it wasn't even that intimate, though far more than a friendly touch. But pleasure swam up from the point of contact and exploded into her mind like fireworks.
She broke the kiss in the end after what felt like a very long time doing so. "That felt amazing," she breathed nipping at his lips with her own melding them briefly to his more masculine ones. Then she peppered kisses across the lower half of his face and jaw before melding her soft lips to his again and kissing for all she was worth. She shifted forward a little more, her skirt by this point high on her thigh and flashing the lace tops of her stockings and the belt of her garter. Harry broke the kiss with a smile and looked down. "I am perhaps the most lucky man I know that not only do I get such beautiful women to be interested in me, but they all seem to wear my favourite article of underwear."
"All the women I know wear stockings, at least in the Wizarding world," Cissy noted, "But I will be sure never to be without them now."
"Thank you," Harry said with a smile, and then rubbed his hand on her thigh taking her skirt up for the ride until it was at her waist. "Those are lovely legs," he noted, "and I am a bit of a leg man, so I should know."
"Then thank you Milord."
"Since you're sat on my desk with my hand up your skirt I think you should go back to calling me Harry," he said sardonically.
"And never have I felt so good from such a simple act, your kiss was divine and your touch is like pleasurable fire that lights my loins and mind with passion."
"That was rather poetic."
"In the vernacular, I'm wet Harry, searingly damp in my knickers."
Harry's eyes burned for her and she felt a tremble of anticipation in her soul. "I like the effect you have on me Harry," Cissy continued, "I have never felt more feminine or desired in my life."
"That makes you happy," Harry asked.
"It makes me very happy," Cissy said. "Would you like me to show you how happy it makes me?"
"I think I'd like that," Harry said caressing her thigh through the nylon of her stockings with a slightly silken raspy noise.
Cissy pressed forward so he had to sit back in his chair and then stood, her skirts falling into place, and then she hooked them up again, showing a wonderful pair of legs in their entirety and a very pretty pair of lace knickers in a style Harry hadn't seen before. Then she sat on her haunches, spreading her legs at the same time bringing her to waist height to the sitting Harry. Her hands tucked her skirt in place and then reached for his fly, and it was a matter of moments before she hooked him out from not only his boxers but into the fresh air of the office. "Oh thank you lord." She breathed her eyes actually glistening with tears, "After what I've endured I deserve a big cock."
Harry smiled slightly; he would never get tired of hearing phrases like that. Her cool slender hands wrapped strongly around his girth, holding him in an almost painfully hard grip and began to work up and down his length in concert her eyes were gleaming as she looked at his member with almost worship in her gaze. She was literally just feeling his every bump and vein as she moved her hands up and down his shaft her mouth going dry as he became fully hard. "I'm not going to be able to walk out of this office am I?" She asked, her voice sounding both excited and a little apprehensive.
"Not if I have a say in it." Harry purred dangerously.
"Well I better make sure it's well lubricated," she said and then opened her mouth wide and lowered her head down into his lap. A blonde head of perfectly quaffed hair began to rise and fall on his lap as her hot mouth encased his member in a hot tight grip. Her soft supple lips attaching themselves to the outsides of his cock as she began to lather attention on his hardness, her hands went to his thighs to brace herself and she shuffled forward placing her legs either side of his. He could feel the heat of her arousal through his trousers as she virtually rubbed her knicker covered pussy on his leg. The moist noises of her fellacio hit him just as they always did but this was doubly delicious because this was the mother of his so called rival who was going at him with great gusto. Doubly so as she was quite beautiful and had always appeared to be the perfect Ice Queen the few times Harry had seen her. This was the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy who had hurt him and his friends that was sucking him so hard his eyes were becoming fuzzy and his heart was hammering in his chest. Frankly it was a hint of the forbidden and the wicked that Harry was rather enjoying, perhaps a little too much as it made the experience all the more intense because of it. A she was rather talented in that regard he was finding himself close to the edge already and frankly he didn't want her to stop just yet.
He looked down at the complicated knot she had made of her hair bouncing as she moved with greater urgency up and down his length. Normally he liked to see his cock being slowly or quickly swallowed into the woman he was with, the sight always entranced him and excited him. But while he couldn't see what she was doing this time, he could sure feel it and it was wonderful and intoxicating. He felt the moist heat of her mouth wrapped around his cock moving deliciously her lips dragging up and down the skin on his member, her tongue toying with his crown as she reached the top and flicking around the base of him as she moved down. He felt the intense suction of her blow job that was no doubt pulling in her sculpted cheeks into an erotic image. He could feel his balls getting tighter and tighter as he neared his completion and knew he was going to have to stop this soon. Though it would be regretfully, though he now had yet another woman he could turn to if ever the mood found him as it often did of late.
Harry leaned back for a moment, resting his hands on her tightly wound hair and smiled widely, he loved his life he truly did. The feel of his hands on her head sent Cissy a message he wasn't intending and suddenly she went deep, very deep and surprisingly so in fact given that he was rather gifted in that regard, only really Natalie could deep throat him properly but Cissy was giving it the old Hogwarts try as she sank ever closer to his lap her light gagging noises thrilling him. But he did remove his hands, he had not intended for her to do that, because frankly he was right on the precipice now and didn't want to fall off, but Cissy wasn't stopping and he felt himself enter her throat and nearly lost it, if anything it was tighter than Natalie's and felt obviously just as good, just as dirty only worse because Cissy was a pure blood queen and he honestly hadn't expected her to even try to do that, had not in fact known she knew how. He rather wished he had met her when she was younger, so he could have spared her a life time of being a Malfoy, but either way she was his now. He reached down and grasped her by her slender shoulders and pulled up. "Ease up Cissy," he said roughly, almost out of his mind aroused.
"Gah, ah, ah, ah," she said bouncing on his member thrusting him into her throat.
"Ohhh fuck," Harry exclaimed suddenly.
Cissy felt it somehow and backed up, all the way off his cock and sat back slightly directing his crown directly into her face. Harry just lost it all over her beautiful features launching his seed all over her clear complexion as his balls spasmed pumping more and more of his hot sticky ejaculate over the elder woman's aristocratic features. Cissy opened her mouth wide and caught a couple of spurts on her hot pink tongue lapping it up shuddering her way through her own orgasm that was literally hitting her in reaction to Harry's it was the most wonderful feeling she had felt in some time and it was rocking her to the core. Which is when the magic of that myth really came through and washed over her knocking aside any pretence she had of control, pleasuring her all over at the same time and causing her to take his one last spurt of cum on the lips before flopping backwards ending sprawled on the floor and shuddering through multiple orgasms that blew her mind for a moment. She was literally sacking in her own intimate juices and her nipples hurt so hard were they, her eyes were free rolling around in her head for a moment before a blissful smile appeared on her face and she closed her eyes for a second or at least that's what she thought.
The next thing she knew Harry was shaking her awake with a look of concern on his face.
"Is everything alright Cissy," he asked.
"Oh very much so yes," Cissy purred in a dangerously sexy tone, pushing her thighs together.
"You were out for twenty minutes," he said, "I was just getting worried."
"Did you wake me to fuck me Harry," Cissy asked.
"I was rather more just making sure you were alright to be honest Cissy. You're absolutely covered in bodily fluids by the way; want me to clean that off for you?"
"Yes please Harry," she said with a purr still. Then she shuddered with pleasure another mini orgasm happening that nearly knocked her out again as she felt his magic wash over her, cleaning her and thrilling her at the same time. "Ohh that felt sinfully good," she almost growled aroused out of her mind.
"Ohhh kay," Harry said looking at her strangely, "It was just a cleaning spell."
"It's your magic, it touched me and I felt... I came again, just like when you painted me I came then to over and over when you came."
"That's not happened before," Harry noted wryly.
* * *
Outside Harry's Apartment Building
Tonks shivered in the approaching gloom, it was starting to get quite cold as it was a wont to do even in the summer months when the sun started to dip away from the sky. She had been waiting for some time for a clue as to which house exactly she was supposed to knock at to grab Harry. She had managed to put a tracker on Mrs Malfoy who was apparently looking for Harry for some reason she shuddered to think. But it had only given her a general location which was strange all by itself; normally they were rather more accurate than that.
Given that there were quite a few houses on the road she had no idea which on her Aunt had gone into, and that itself was a problem though she had to suppose that it was a good thing that Harry had a protected location.
Tonks was a member of the Order of the Phoenix for a single reason. She felt that Harry was the important one, the Chosen one as he had been touted lately in the press. She felt that it would come down to Harry and the Evil that was Voldemort. It had been proven throughout Harry's entire school life that he would be the one. He had faced him down more times than anyone else in history, more than Dumbledore in point of fact and everyone said it was the Old man who scared Voldemort. She thought that was crap, she figured it might have been, but now it was Harry that scared the scary thing and she felt for the bloke for that. He was a little younger than her, and he had to continually fight and evil that you could feel whenever the Bastard was in the area, let alone the same room. She had been at the last knockings of her school career when Harry had started school in fact, then Auror Academy she had lost track of the young man for a while, but stories of his exploits then spread like wild fire. Then she had met him again and was rather taken with him. Not romantically, though the possibility was far from impossible, but because he was a true blue hero right out of a fantasy novel. He had it all, though Skinny he was good looking guy he fought evil creatures and if she had the right of it had beaten a Basilisk so old that it was 60 foot long. That was true story book stuff to Tonks' mind.
So she joined the order though it was really against the rules for a ministry employee, even if her teacher and sometime partner Kingsley Shacklebolt was also a member. Now she kept guard on him more than any other member of the Order, other than for some reason Fleur, which she couldn't figure out. No doubt she'd get it in the ear for guarding an empty house at some point, these things came out eventually. Come to think of it, Fleur hadn't checked in for some time either, which made her wonder where the Frenchwoman was, could she be with Harry, had he taken her with him. She had to admit that made her just a tiny bit jealous as she thought that Harry and her were at least friendly, more so than he and Fleur at any rate.
Tonks let out a slightly aggrieved sigh and settled back in the bush she was hiding in and wrapped the rather thin invisibility cloak around herself. "Where the hell is that woman." She wondered to herself, "And what the hell does she want with Harry."
* * *
Inside Harry's Office
"Harry do me in the arse my darling boy," Cissy virtually screamed out, "Fuck my tight dirty hole."
"Sure," Harry said with a grin, pulling up the woman's skirt up over her amazingly shapely and firm arse, caressing it for a long moment and then whispering a spell.
Cissy gasped and wriggled sprawled across the top of his very sturdy Oak desk, her face smearing across it. "Oh that felt good you wicked man," she said with delight in her tone. "Now get you dick in my arse."
Harry grinned, "Well... alight then."
* * *
Outside
Tonks glanced at her Ministry issue watch, it told the time based on the position of the sun relative to her position and was rather accurate, and according to that she had been waiting for three hours for her aunt to show herself. She was pretty sure she was in one of these buildings and was doubly sure that she hadn't gotten past her.
She recast the tracker again to make sure looking around warily as she did so. It showed she was still in the area alright. What the hell could be taking so long?
* * *
Inside
Harry looked down at Cissy's naked back which was arching with pleasure as he held onto her hips and thrust into her wonderfully tight pussy, it was a wonderfully feeling and she was making all sorts of appreciative noises. There was a sheen of sweat on her body that made it glow and doubly beautiful because of that fact. She was a wonderfully well preserved woman with an almost perfect body with clear flawless skin and beautiful pert breasts which were pressed against the desk at that moment in time. Harry felt that was a waste and stepped back and grasped her stocking glad ankles and pulled up.
Cissy got the clue and twisted on the desk, ending up on her back, her hair now splayed out around her head, showing it was actually rather long. She was the picture of erotic beauty at that moment in time. Her breasts bounced beautifully with the movement and Harry was much happier at the view he was getting though her shapely back had been nice it didn't quite compare to her pert bosom with diamond hard dark brown nipples standing proud on them. Her spread her legs again, nice and wide, put one leg to his shoulder, gripped her at the thigh and proceeded to make her into jelly with a good and hard fuck unlike anything she had ever experienced.
The Pure Blood Queen had never been pornographically fucked before and was finding she was enjoying it immensely never mind the extra titillation of feeling his power washing over her all the time. She was literally losing her mind and her soul to this wonderful man.
"Oh Harry, I might never want to leave this room."
* * *
Outside
Tonks sighed impatiently, it had now been 7 hours that she had been sat in the growing cold and was now sat under a star filled sky she couldn't see because of the light pollution of London proper. She had no idea if, or when her Aunt was coming out of that house, which ever it might be, but it was starting to annoy the hell out of her.
Just then salvation came when she spotted her Aunt coming out of a door across the road from her; the woman looked a little mussed quite unlike her usual prim and proper look she sported. The woman looked back inside the house actually smiled at someone and then held out her wand, which was weird and then apparated after taking a moment to centre herself. This was also strange because after a while you didn't need your wand and you barely had to concentrate if you were any good at apparition.
There was also a loud pop which very few adult wizards had at that stage in their lives.
Tonks pursed her lips in thought and then watched the door close, shutting off the light that had been spilling out into the street. Now she knew the number and the house, but should she report it.
Frankly the Dursley's sucked as parenting figures and poor Harry was often worked to the bone. He had gotten out and Tonks honestly had no wish to force him back there. Also the added complication was the fact that the Dursley's had up and disappeared rather totally. She had done some sniffing around in the house before coming to this street and found no clue of where they had gone. The furniture was covered in sheets and all the clothing had gone from the cupboards, along with all the food. Something had caused them to just up and leave with just their clothes for some reason.
Harry was no longer there, the Dursley's were no longer there, did the Blood Wards even exist anymore and if not what was the point of forcing Harry back there. She half frowned in thought for a moment wondering to herself what to do. Then decided quite firmly that she wouldn't report this to the order, she would have to find Fleur though and discuss this with her. This summer at least it had been the two of them on guard duty so she needn't worry about any of the others. If she could keep a tin lid on this while at the same time keeping a rota going for guarding Harry she saw no need to tell the somewhat interfering if well meaning Headmaster a damn thing.
That said; she did want to find out the 'internal' security of the building, and what was going on with Harry for one thing she liked the bloke, so checking up on him seemed like the thing to do. Of course it was now quite late evening but then he was a teenager living alone so she doubted he was going to bed at any sort of decent hour, like the Dursley's seemed to insist on.
In fact had it been her she would have hit up a club straight away and gotten pissed. She kinda hoped Harry had done just that, he deserved some enjoyment in his life.
She had given fleeting thought as to how she might 'help' him with that. He was rather good looking, she was utterly unattached the one man she was even vaguely interested in had no interest in her and was frankly free and single she thought herself good looking enough and after all she had a few tricks up her sleeve. She had eventually decided against it, because honestly she didn't want to complicate his life, nor indeed did she want to complicate hers. Though perhaps the least she could do was take the poor bloke to a club and get him pissed, in fact she vowed to do just that. He might only be 16 and thus not legal to drink, but he damn well deserved it.
With that she let the invisibility cloak drop holding it in one arm and then strode confidently over towards the house, actually remembering to centre her gravity first so she didn't trip over. Then she approached the door and rapped on it smartly three times.
Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when a gorgeous brunette woman in her early twenties opened the door with a puzzled look on her face, took one look at Tonks' attire and said, "Oh another one."
Tonks frowned harshly, she thought she fit in with the Muggle world rather better than most given her look, but apparently not and how did this rather sexily dressed Muggle know about her anyway? "I'm here to see Harry."
"I figured as much, why don't you come in and take a seat, your name?" the brunette asked with a dazzling smile.
"Tonks, just Tonks"
"Right take a seat I'll be back in a minute I have to find him for you he headed towards his lab but frankly he could be anywhere now."
"Lab," Tonks mouthed to herself as the beauty swished away with a whisper of silk and a studied gait. Frankly Tonks hated the bitch already; she'd kill to be that utterly composed. She was happy with her looks but didn't like her image of being a bit of a spazz.
She waited about ten minutes before a DING was heard and the brunette appeared looking a little flushed with what had to be Harry walking out of a box like thing behind her. They were both smiling in a way that rang alarm bells with Tonks, was Harry part of a honey trap with the woman being the obvious honey. Then there was Harry himself, he had filled out in a big way since Tonks had last seen him and seemed as composed as the woman, if not more so, which was a long way from the Shy bloke she had met properly last year.
Frankly he was real eye candy now and it made her heart skip several beats to see him. Which she wasn't expecting in the least and it threw her a little. So when she got up she tripped over her feet and pitched forwards.
Somehow and she had no idea how, she was suddenly in powerfully feeling arms and being picked up with a Harry who had been several feet away a moment ago holding her in a 'bridal' carry. "You alright there Tonks," he said cheerfully with a smile that made her brain blink - twice.
"Blahuh," Tonks said.
The brunette hid a smile behind her hair by ducking her head and turning away but Tonks saw it anyway and frowned slightly, not that she could blame the woman for being amused. Had it happened to anyone but her she'd have been laughing her arse off.
"I said are you alright there Tonks," Harry said dropping her legs and easily guiding her gently back to her feet. Tonks was suddenly aware that he'd had a good firm grip of her thighs covered only in a pair of net tights, she became very aware of this because it had felt truly sexual to be touched there for a moment and now she was actually missing the feeling somewhat.
"I'm fine... thank you Harry but I suppose I should ask you the same question. Can we talk somewhere privately?"
"Sure, come up to my apartment, Natalie - thanks again for getting the door. You don't have to do that."
"Get a receptionist then," Natalie said with a teasing smile, "You never answer the door."
"In fairness it's only been knocked on twice - ever."
"That'll change soon," Natalie said with a smile.
"Right, well, I'll work on it." Harry said with a nod of his head.
"I'm sure," Natalie drawled sexily, "I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to bed."
Harry actually looked disappointed for a moment but nodded. Natalie then gave him a lingering peck on the cheek and walked back to the elevator.
"Come on then," Harry said after the brunette, Natalie was gone, heading for the same elevator.