Harry leaned back against the plush seat, feeling the rumble of the train barrelling ahead underneath him.
While he had ridden the Hogwarts Express several times before, it felt like an entirely new experience this time around. For the other students, riding the Express meant goingbackto school, leaving their homes behind. For him though, during all the preceding trips, the train had always been a ridetowardshome. However, this time, it felt… different. Like he was leaving one home for another. It didn't quite feel like he wasleavinghome – but he supposed that was because everything that mattered to him in Godric's Hollow was comingwithhim.
Hedwig, for instance. Both his Firebolt – an extremely lavish present from his godfather – and his trusty Nimbus – the broom he had won the House Cup with last year.
AndLily.
He couldn't call hermothernow. Even in his head. It just felt…wrong.
She wasLilynow.
"I'm not sure I quite get it, Lily," Hermione said, "Uh… I mean… Mrs. Potter… uh… Professor Potter."
Harry stifled a laugh as he tried to crush the ginger roots he had laid out on his table with a spoon.
Lily smiled at the bushy-haired girl. "Lily will do fine, Hermione," she said, "I've told you that a gazillion times. As for the Draught, I suppose I should've made that more clear, shouldn't I? It basically counters the effects of the seeds we put in earlier."
"Oh," Hermione said, as she jotted down a couple of notes on her book, "Thanks, Lily."
"So," Lily asked, "Shall I continue?"
Hermione nodded with her eyes still on the book. Lily looked at Harry and winked saucily.
Harry fumbled his grip on the spoon and it clattered onto the floor.
"Careful now, Mister Potter," Lily said archly as Hermione looked up at Harry, "That could be construed as disturbance during class – which would eventually mean… detention."
Hermione giggled.
Harry had spent an entire week with his mom at home – a relatively novel experience for him. During the summer after his second year - after his "rescue" from the Dursleys - Lily had barely been around for him to speak to. She had been busy flitting back and forth between various departments of the Ministry, setting her affairs in order and trying to desperately arrange Sirius' trial and convince all the politicians that letting Sirius gowouldn'tmean political suicide.
But this summer had been different. Lily had been at home, with him. Granted, they had only closed that weird gap that had existed between them during the past week – but that one week felt like a lifetime to him.
But the summer had been wonderful in more ways than one. He had met Narcissa, and now, he knew…Lily.
I am so screwed,Harry thought to himself morosely.
He had spent most of the past week wondering exactlywhatLily's advances meant – was sheflirtingwith him? Was she coming on to him? What was going on? And wasn't all of that just…wrong? And why was heattractedto her in the first place? What waswrongwith him?
And then, two days before he was to leave for Hogwarts, she had cornered him in the kitchen.
Harry grew slightly stiff as soft hands hugged him from behind and he felt a very feminine body press against his back. Nonetheless, he congratulated himself for not squirming – he was growing accustomed to these constant… shows of affection… from Lily.
"Harry," she whispered. He smiled in response, though she couldn't quite see him with her head nestled in the crook where his neck met his shoulder.
And then, with a firm grip on his shoulder, she twirled him around on the spot to face her.
Harry backed up against the cabinet in kitchen as she edged even closer to him. He mildly recollected that the first time she had done this, he had retreated in a similar manner.
He tried to look away – away from those fierce emerald eyes – but her gaze was too intent, too strong, too… enthralling… to avoid. So he looked at her with a faint smile as she pressed up against him.
"Harry," she breathed, and that fragrance… her fragrance… overpowered his resistance. She was beautiful – every feature on her face, from those fierce eyes, to the cute nose, to the rosy cheeks, to those plush red lips, to the strong chin, to the rich deep-red hair, was absolutely perfect. His gaze wandered down her neck and then snuck lower…
Oh boy.
He was in it, deep.
"You're gorgeous," he whispered, and she… shivered.
Before he knew it, she was upon him and her lips were on his. For a moment, he was absolutely shell-shocked, but weeks of doing this over summer kicked his brain into action and he kissed her right back. The temperature in the room seemed to rise by entire degrees as he flushed, and hugged her in a powerful grip, pressing her against him, feeling her heavenly bosom crushing against his chest.
Lily moaned into his mouth, her tongue swirling around his deliciously. He twirled on the spot and pushed her against the cabinet, not even stopping in his oral massage of her lips, her delightful husky moans spurring him on.
And then, with a wet plop, their lips were off each other and they panted.
Lily laughed lightly. "Harry," she whispered, "I… I want you."
Harry smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Lily muffled her next laugh against his lips and clung on as tightly as she could.
And for the next several minutes, Harry was lost to the bliss of feeling his lips against hers.
Harry had no ideawhatto feel about the entire situation – after that event, heknewthat hewantedto see where his relationship with Lily went. Just as he wanted to see where his relationship with Narcissa went. There had been many more snogging sessions after that; although Lily had shown signs of wanting to move beyond that, she seemed to be taking things really slow forhissake. Or for the sake of his sanity.
Andthatwas why he was in deep, deep trouble. Was he cheating on them? But then again, wasn't Narcissa cheating onherhusband when she was with him? Were he and Narcissa evenina properly defined relationship?
No, Harry thought, beating his head lightly against the window of the train,Don't rationalize this. This is wrong – and you know it.
But you're enjoying the situation in any case, said a slightly more ruthless part of his brain,And what are you going to do anyway? Confess to Lily and Narcissa that you're in a relationship with the other woman? They'd tear you to bits! They hate each other!
So what should I do?The saner part of Harry's mind asked.
Just… let things unfold. This time. Until you come to a point where you can make a choice – quickly and decisively. They're not likely to meet each other anyway.
That's not action – that's indecisive, wimpy inaction!
What else can you do?
He looked up and tried to shake himself out of his thoughts, only to see Hermione watching him like a hawk.
"Hermione," Harry asked irritably, "Is there something on my face?"
She shrugged and looked at Ron, who was talking to Neville Longbottom about the World Cup final.
And then, the door opened to reveal a very flushed-looking Ginny Weasley, who was trying really hard not to look in Harry's direction.
"Hey Ron," she said brightly, "Eloise Midgen's making out with some bloke in our compartment – so… we just wanted to sit somewhere else for a bit."
Ron shuddered. "Yeah," he said, "I wouldn't want to see Eloise Midgen making out."
"Ron!" Hermione said indignantly as she slapped him across the arm.
"What?" he asked.
Ginny shook her head. "What I meant,Ron, was that we moved away in order to give the couple a bit ofprivacy. As opposed to being disgusted at what they were doing like a juveniletwit."
"Oi!" Ron protested, "I don't have anything against snogging! It's just the thought of… y'know…Eloise Midgenthat makes me want to retch."
Hermione smacked the gangly redhead again.
"Anyway," Ginny said loudly, not entirely managing to hide her embarrassment, "I also told Luna she could tag along."
"Oh great," Ron muttered.
"Hello," a dreamy voice floated from behind Ginny as a pretty girl with protuberant eyes and dirty blonde hair made her way into the compartment and plopped down beside Harry, much to the disappointment of Ginny Weasley, who had to make do with a seat near the door to the compartment opposite Neville.
Harry smiled at Luna.
"You're Harry Potter," she said, her voice still weirdly blank and bereft of all emotion.
"I… er… I am, and you're… Luna?" Harry ventured as Ron snorted.
"Luna Lovegood," she said.
Harry tried to keep a straight face and held out a hand. Luna stared at it for a while, before she gave him the magazine she was holding. Ginny's lips tightened as she tried to control her laughter, even as Ron, Neville and Hermione looked on, completely bemused.
"Oh," Harry said blankly as he looked at the magazine. Apparently, it was a wizarding publication calledThe Quibbler.
"And you're Hermione Granger," Luna said, turning to look at Hermione.
Hermione looked completely nonplussed.
"Hello, Ronald," Luna continued, completely oblivious and turned to face Ron.
"Hey, Loony," Ron said cheerily. Ginny kicked him on the leg. "Uh… Luna," Ron quickly corrected.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron. The redhead shrugged and said, "Loon… er… Luna used to come over to our place all the time when we were kids. Her father lives right on top of that little hill just outside our apple orchard."
"The Rook's Nest," Luna chirped, her voice alarmingly bright all of a sudden.
Harry idly flipped through the magazine in his hands as the compartment settled into conversation and had to laugh when he saw the first article – it was an essay on 'The Life and Times of Sirius Black, Part XIV – Adventures with a Mermaid in the Caribbean Isles.'He wondered if Sirius had anything to do with the article.
"Er, Luna," Harry asked after a pause in the conversation where Luna simply stared at every person occupying the compartment in turn, making the subject of her blank gazeveryuncomfortable, "Do you happen to know where I can get a copy of this magazine?"
Hermione stared at him for some reason.
"You can keep that," Luna said serenely, "I have ten more copies of that issue. My father ownsThe Quibbler."
Hermione turned to stare at Luna and ever so slowly edged away from the girl.
"I… see," Harry said. He then glanced at Hermione, who had sidled up to the window and was now directly opposite him, still looking at Luna warily. He then looked at Luna again. "Is this publication intended to be… less than serious?" he asked, wondering if Zonko's stocked copies ofThe Quibbler.
"No," Luna replied mildly, "The Quibbleris a perfectly serious magazine that collates articles from various persons of outstanding reputation. Gilderoy Lockhart wrote in our magazine before he was impregnated by a snottlewurt."
A peal of laughter burst forth from Ginny's mouth before she stifled it with her fist. Hermione seemed to shrink into her seat and Ron palmed his face.
Harry, on the other hand, was tryingreallyhard to ignore the idea of Gilderoy Lockhart as "a person of outstanding reputation," given what had happened in his second year. "Impregnated by a… what?" he asked, bewildered.
"A snottlewurt," Luna repeated with a mystifyingly straight face, "The only animals in the magical world capable of impregnating male wizards.
"I… what?" Harry asked as Ginny continued to snort into her fist.
"Snottlewurts have these long, thick, tubular…" Luna started.
"We donotwant to know," Ron cut in sharply before she could finish.
Luna stopped abruptly and turned to stare at Ron, who promptly grumbled and looked away.
Harry didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or slam his head against the window.
An hour later, Harry found himself enjoying Luna's presence in their compartment with increasing intensity, much to Hermione's displeasure. Sure, the Ravenclaw girl seemed to have her quirks – as far as wizarding publications and magical creatures were concerned; but when talking about variousothertopics, such as Ancient Runes, the girl was surprisingly level-headed and her insights were… unexpected.
At the moment though, Ginny and Luna were talking to each other about hair products (Hermione tried her level best to appear disinterested, but eventually gave in to the temptation and joined in) as Ron entertained Neville – who had entered their compartment before Ginny and Luna – with tales of the Quidditch Finals. Harry, unfortunately, found himself a part of the former conversation, seeing as how he was right against the window and surrounded by the girls.
So he drifted off into memories of the summer – of Lily and Narcissa, andguiltandelationand brief pleasures and entirely unknown futures – until the sound of the door slamming open yet again shocked him out of his reverie.
He looked at the door dully and groaned as he saw an annoyingly familiar face present itself, flanked by two more very unwelcome faces.
"Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy," Hermione muttered.
"What are you three idiotsdoinghere?" Ron asked loudly, "Is the Hogwarts Express Douche Patrol part of your Hogwarts itinerary?"
"Very clever, Weasel," Malfoy said snootily. He then looked around the compartment. "Potty, mudblood," he said, nodding at Harry and Hermione while ignoring Neville and the third years. Hermione flinched, but straightened up in her seat nonetheless. Harry tensed.
"Speaking of mudbloods," Draco said, as RonandNeville snarled, while Ginny looked on, horrified at Malfoy's impertinence, "Granger, it's… unfortunate, that you inherited your father's bushy hair."
"What?" Hermione asked, bewildered, and trying to ignore his frequent use of the expletive referring to her muggle parentage.
"Because I saw you with your muggle…mother," Malfoy spat, "I must admit though, she's quite the looker… for a meremuggle."
Ron's ears grew red and Hermione's eyes widened. Harry found himself completely nonplussed by Malfoy's unusual crassness – not that he expected any better of the idiot anyway.
"But then again," Draco continued snidely, "Sheisa muggle. It's all well and good for a single night, but then I'm told they tend to follow youhome. And that could be a problem."
"Malfoy, you little…" Ron snarled.
"Also," Draco interrupted loudly, "She's not my type. Too thin, too…bony. See,Ilike a bit of flesh – something to hold on to while youpoundher. Nowyourmother, Ronniekins – my mymy…. Nowthere'sa womanmadefor fu…"
Ginny's wand whipped out, but Goyle, who had been standing behind Draco, blocked her arm and her spell went wide, missing Neville by an inch. However, Ron rushed forward and slammed into Draco, who tumbled back into the door. The two teens tumbled out of the compartment and onto the floor of the aisle outside. Goyle tried to rush out, but Ginny's wand found its mark this time around and Goyle landed in a heap beside Draco and Ron, clutching at his face and shrieking in alarm. Crabbe made a sudden movement towards Ginny, but froze as Harry poked his wand right into the ogre-like teen's neck.
"Try me," Harry snarled, as Ron and Draco traded punches outside the compartment. Crabbe made a sudden movement and whipped his arm around, but Harry blocked the swipe. He jumped, slamming his unarmed left fist into Crabbe's nose as gravity pulled him back down and sending the boy reeling outside the compartment. Harry stepped outside, trying to stop the fight before they got themselves into trouble.
"Enough," said a soft, but powerful, female voice on his right.
Harry's jaw dropped as he turned on the spot and stared. He had heard that voice before –severaltimes inseveraltones.
Ron and Draco froze for a moment. Draco was the first to recover from the interruption and pushed Ron away off him.
"Mother," he said, and then paused as the woman he addressed raised a perfect eyebrow in warning, "Er… I mean,ProfessorMalfoy."
Harry took a step back as Narcissa Malfoy stalked towards the group. She daintily raised her wand in her right hand, pointing it at a prone Goyle, whofinallystopped screaming. Then she cast healing spells at both Draco and Crabbe, whose bruises and minor cuts healed up immediately.
"Crabbe," Narcissa said, "You'll go to Madam Pomfrey as soon as we land at Hogwarts – that broken nose needs looking at. I've set the bone back, but I'd like her to take a look at it nonetheless."
Crabbe nodded meekly. Ron, who was sporting a large shiner over his right eye, glared at Narcissa.
"What are youdoinghere?" Harry blurted out at last.
Narcissa turned slowly towards him, brushing a ringlet of curly blonde hair behind her ear, her eyebrow raised in inimitable fashion.
"I'm sorry…Professor," Harry said after an awkward pause and Ron swivelled to look at him in surprise for his lack of defiance, even as Draco smirked, "I meant to ask – what… what are you teaching at Hogwarts this year?"
"Defence Against the Dark Arts," Narcissa said pertly, "I think you'll find me…satisfactory… at the very least, Mister Potter."
Harry flinched as he heard her fleeting emphasis on the requisite innuendo. He wasn't dreaming – Narcissawasstanding before him and shewouldbe at Hogwarts – as the instructor for his favourite subject, no less. While hisotherlover (Lover? Love interest? Girlfriend? Incredibly hot mother who he didn't really look at as a mother so much as an incredibly attractive older woman?) taught hisleastfavourite subject.
He wasdoomed. Really, incrediblydoomed.
"And as a Professor of this…illustriousschool of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Narcissa continued casually, "I'm afraid I cannot allow such boorish behaviour to go unpunished."
"Professor," Hermione said tentatively, stepping out into the aisle, "Term hasn't really started yet. And we'rereallysorry."
"Yeah, right," Ron muttered angrily.
"You're right, Miss… Granger, I presume?" Narcissa said archly, and continued after Hermione nodded, "And since the school year has not officially commenced yet, I cannot deduct house points. However, Icanassign detention."
Hermione fidgeted nervously. Ron straightened, as if daring the new Professor to give him detention.
Narcissa, however, rounded on Harry. "Mister Potter,youshall serve detention with me tomorrow. Right after your last class – which would be… Potions."
Harry raised his eyebrows. It was… curious that Narcissa could seemingly recall his fourth year class schedule at will. He merely pursed his lips and nodded.
Narcissa turned to go away, but before she could leave, a very confused Ron asked, "What about me?"
She swivelled around, her long blonde hair whipping across her face. "Whataboutyou?" she asked coldly, her blue eyes chips of ice.
Ron gulped and said nothing.
Narcissa nodded stiffly and walked out of their car, her heels somehow clicking sharply against the carpeted floor. Draco and his coterie left the car in the other direction, not even bothering to smirk at them. Ron looked thoroughly nonplussed.
"Why would she giveyoua detention?" he asked.
"I hit Crabbe," Harry replied.
"And what about me and Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Malfoy andme," Hermione corrected.
"Are you sure?" Ginny asked, "Or is it Malfoy andI?"
"Holyhell," Ron said suddenly, "Malfoy's mom is a Professor at Hogwarts! And I thoughtQuirrellwas bad."
"It doesn't matter," Hermione said quickly and crossed her arms as she stared at Harry, "I'm quite curious to know why that…womanwould single you out as well."
He shrugged.
"You better watch out, mate," Ron said darkly to him, "The Malfoys are out in force. And they're gunning foryou."
Harry merely stepped into the compartment and sat down near the window.
"Harry," Hermione said, entering the compartment and sitting in front of him again, "This cannot be good. You should tell Lily."
Harry stared at Hermione blankly. "Why would I want to tell L… my mother that I got into a fight before school had even started?" he asked.
Hermione shook her head. "Harry," she said, "I was here.Youdidn't fall for their taunts. You defended yourself from Crabbe. You may have… over-reacted… but surely, Lily could get this overturned…"
"Let it go," Harry told her, "I'mnotafraid of our new Professor."
"As much as I hate to admit it… Ron's right, Harry," Hermione said, making Ron whip his head towards her and stare in surprise, "Doesn't it seem like a bit too much of a coincidence to you? Malfoy enters our compartment, trying to draw us into a fight and hismotherjust happens to be standing outside?"
"Istillcan't believe Draco's mother is aProfessorat our school," Ron repeated, burying his face in his hands, "Do you think she's going to be the new Head of Slytherin too? We'rescrewed. We're never going to win the Cup again."
"Because that's whatmatters," Hermione said to Ron sarcastically, "Really, Ron? The Cup?That'swhat you're worried about? I'm talking about Harry'ssafety."
"I'll be fine," Harry murmured. He looked away from Hermione, only to see Neville, Ginny and Luna following the conversation intently. Or rather, Neville and Ginny were following the conversation intently. Luna was humming an oddly familiar tune to herself.
"Harry," Hermione persisted, but Harry cut her off.
"Look, Hermione," he said, "Even if thereisan insidious plot the Malfoys are hatching, I doubt they're going to be carrying it out on the very first day of school."
Ron shook his head. "She's right," he said, jerking his head towards Hermione, "I think we should try and get this detention overturned. Every single year, we find ourselves right in the middle of Big Trouble… in capital 'B' and 'T' … and our Defence Professors areusuallythere at the end."
"You're forgetting last year," Harry pointed out, "Nothing really happened. And Lockhart had nothing to do with… the central problem." Harry quickly glanced in Ginny's direction and winced as he saw that the petite redhead had stiffened perceptibly.
Ron looked in Ginny's direction in concern as well. "And you're forgetting that the Malfoys werewhythat stuff happened," he gritted out.
Harry started. For some reason, he hadn't associated Narcissa with what had happened in second year. Had she been a part of it? He hadn't evenaskedher about it so far – which wasn't surprising, seeing as how he would rather forget what had happened that year.
"Talk to Lily, Harry," Hermione pleaded, "Please."
Harry sighed. "I will," he said firmly, "Now can wepleasetalk about something else? Because if we don't switch topics, I'm going to explode and then go over to Draco's compartment to punch his lights out."
He wasn't lying. All of his doubts, his confusion, his anxiety, and his knowledge of the fact thatbothLily and Narcissa would be at Hogwarts with him… it was all threatening to boil over.
Thankfully, Hermione resigned herself to a huff and continued her conversation about hair products with Luna and Ginny. And Ron and Neville talked to each other in low voices.
Harry stared out of the window at the darkening sky. As the scenery swept by him, he began to feel regret, for the first time, at the thought that his summer was over.
As soon as Harry entered the Entrance Hall, Lily cornered him and took him up to her office. Harry wryly noted that he was going to miss most of the Sorting, again. Last year, he had missed the entire first day of school in order to attend Sirius' trial with Lily. And the less said about his experience on the first day of his Second Year, the better. The Whomping Willowstillwaved its arms threateningly whenever he walked by it – apparently, it wasveryhard for a tree to forget the memory of a flying car crashing into it.
He was startled out of his wry reflections when he felt Lily's lips on his, immediately after the door to her office slammed shut. He kissed her right back and grinned inwardly when she moaned, even as his lips massaged hers sensuously.
Lilypulledoff him and smiled. "Okay," she panted, "I admit it – you're pretty damngood."
Harry just kept grinning.
And then she moved away from him and frowned. He sighed – he knew what she had pulled him up to discuss.
"It's been almost two decades since I was last at Hogwarts," she said looking out of the window to her office, which offered a sprawling view of the grounds, including Hagrid's Hut and the Forbidden Forest, "And not much has changed. The walls, the staff – except for that persisting problem with the Defence post, the eager first years… and the grapevine."
Lily turned to look at Harry. "The rumour mill," she continued, "It's still as efficient as ever. Word is, you've managed to secure a detention on theveryfirst day of school. Care to explain, Harry? Or is this a usual occurrence a la the Marauders?"
"The Marauders?" Harry asked blankly.
"Never mind – that's what Sirius, Remus and their gang called themselves," Lily said quickly. Harry couldn't help but notice that Lily didn't mention his father. "I'm more interested in why you managed to land yourself in a detention with that horrid blondebitch."
Harry stared at Lily. He'd never heard her used expletives so openly before. Lily herself flushed ever so slightly, but looked at him defiantly. She waggled a finger at him. "Don't youdaretell anyone else I called my…colleague… " Lily said, spitting out the last word with vehemence, "… a bitch. But then again, if itwalkslike a… erm… never mind."
She gestured to him to explain. Harry took a moment to recover his poise and then asked a question in return. "Did you know that Nar… er… Professor Malfoy would be here? As a teacher?"
Lily looked at him funnily for a second and then brushed her hair in evident agitation. "No," she spat, "I had no idea that…woman… would be here. I only found out this morning when I came here to set things up for the new term – she wasright therein the staff room when I walked in."
Lily sighed and then continued, "So I marched right out, and up to the Headmaster. I asked him… well, I sort ofdemanded, to be honest, to know why she was here."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Apparently," Lily continued, "Albus was intent on hiring someone else as the new Professor of Defence against the Dark Arts. Alastor Moody – an ex-auror. But before the appointment could be finalized – sometime during the past week – the Board of Governors jointly recommendedanothercandidate. Mrs. Narcissa 'I'm-such-a-bitch' Malfoy."
Harry had to stifle a snort at Lily's inability to keep from abusing Narcissa with every second breath. "Lucius Malfoy's still obviously pulling the strings with the Board," he ventured.
"Obviously," Lily agreed with a sharp nod. "But whyisNarcissa here?"
Harry had a rough idea as far asonereason for Narcissa's presence was concerned, but he was hardly about to confess to Lily. Not at that precise moment, anyway – he was still torn on this entire idea of relationships he didn'tknowhe could handle.
"I mean," Lily ranted, "Apparently, she told Dumbledore that teaching students is adreamcome truefor her. If she loves kids so much, then why did she not take up the postyearsago? Why now? And how thehelldid Lucius Malfoy convince the board to appoint someone who isn't even qualified to teach the damn subject? Is she a Professor?No!She'snot!"
"Lockhart wasn't exactly a Professor either," Harry pointed out.
"True," Lily agreed reluctantly, "And I suppose an accredited Professorship is a rare commodity these days. Alastor Moody – the original candidate Albus thought of – doesn't have an accredited teaching qualification either. But at least Mad-Eye… that's what we all called Alastor back in the day… hadexperience– he was an auror fordecades. Lockhart had… well… from what you told me, his experience was mostly made-up, but at least it was rightthereon his resume. What the hell does Narcissa Malfoy have at her disposal? Can she evencasta spell properly?"
Harry managed not to snort. "You studied with her back at school," he said, leaning against the door, since Lily hadn't invited him to take a seat at her desk yet. Apparently, he was being reprimanded… or something. "Was she such a bad witch back then?"
Lily glared at him. "No," she admitted finally, with what he could see was great reluctance, "She was one of the best students in our batch at school. And… one of the most…accomplished… duellists at school."
Harry rolled his eyes.Of course she was.
"But what has shedone?" Lily asked vehemently, "What has sheaccomplished?"
Harry looked around the room as the rant continued. If he was being honest with himself, Lily lookedwaytoo hot when she was angry – her fierce green eyes blazing with passion and lips parted indignantly. And he'd rathernothave to explain being aroused in the middle of what seemed to be the beginning of a bitching session.
"Er," Harry interrupted, "I doubt there's anything anyone can do now. She'sherenow. And besides, if, like the rumours say, the Defence position is cursed, she's only going to be around for a year."
Lily smiled wistfully for a moment as she imagined whatever horror would be visited upon Narcissa at the end of the year… if the rumour about the curse was true. "Anyway," she said at last, clearing her throat, "What did you do to receive a detention fromher, of all people?"
Harry narrated all that had happened on the Hogwarts Express dutifully.
"So let me get this straight," Lily said, her lips curling into a frown, "Ron attacked Draco, Goyle was hexed by Ginny and Crabbe tried to punchyou. So you defended yourself. And then you stepped out of the compartment only to discover that Narcissa was righttherein the aislejust outside your compartment? By coincidence?"
"Apparently," Harry said, "And to be fair, Ididdo a bit more than just defend myself. I kinda punched Crabbe in the nose."
Lily shook her head. "And Goyle gothexed. Ron and Draco werepunchingeach other and Narcissa was right there! And she ignored all of them only to punishyou?"
"Yup," Harry replied.
Lily took a deep breath. "I'm going to go over to Albus and see if I can get this detention re-assigned to someone else. Like Minerva, or perhaps Vector. Or even Sinistra – she's the new Head of Slytherin House, after all."
"The Headmaster might not agree," Harry said, "He'll just say that he thinks the punishment is well-deserved."
"What about the fact that she'sobviouslysingling you out?" Lily replied hotly, "Or the fact that she didn't eventryand find out what was happening before handing outproportionatedetentions to everyone involved? Like say, Ron? This isn't just a case of favouritism, Harry. This isn't just her sparing Draco from detention while trying to pin the blame on someone else – this is her singlingyouout for some reason that I cannot even comprehend at the moment!"
"I'm not scared of her," Harry repeated.
"That'ssonot the point," Lily said firmly. She looked out of the window again for a moment and bent her head in thought as Harry fidgeted on the spot.
"Okay," she said at last, "I suppose going to Albus would be a bit… premature. Anyway, Harry, I want you to befullyalert when you go into Narcissa's office for your detention,comprendre?"
Harry nodded.
Lily drew closer to him. "Harry," she said delicately, "Iknowyou can handle yourself – that you'reusedto handling yourself without anyone to rely on over the past decade. But you don't have to do that anymore. You haveme. And… I haveyou.
"And I want you to be very,verycareful for me, alright? Narcissa is anincrediblydangerous woman, and to make things worse, she's aMalfoy. That family is a veritable nest of vipers – they'vealwaysbeen that way. I might belittle her in public – but I donotmake the mistake of underestimating her in private.
"She's averyskilled witch – her skills may have atrophied over the years, but I'm sure her mind is as lethal as ever. I've never known her to follow through with a particular course of action without a specific – averyspecific goal - in mind. And I don't believe for a second that Draco enteredyourcompartment to pick a fight of his own volition – his dear oldmommywas pulling the strings. So if she's givenyou– and you alone - a detention, it is for a very specific reason."
Harry nodded slowly as he absorbed Lily's words.
"And," Lily continued, "If Narcissa offers youanythingat all – I don't care if she offers you a mound of the most delicious chocolates in existence, or the tastiest butterbeer in the universe – donoteat or drink it. Beverycareful – I'll be keeping a close eye on the Defence classroom today myself, and so will Albus and Minerva. We all know Narcissa is here for a reason, and that it cannot be agoodreason. But I still wantyouto be watchful."
Harry nodded. "I will," he said solemnly. Lily smiled.
He smirked. "The most delicious mound of chocolate in existence, eh?" he asked.
Lily flushed.
"Someone'sgot a weakness for chocolate," he teased.
Lily slapped his arm playfully. "Stop that," she snapped, and then continued soberly, "I want you to remember what we just discussed. Becareful, Harry. And now,offwith you. They're going to wonder why you aren't in the Great Hall for the Sorting. And come to think of it, my seat's conspicuously empty at the Head Table as well."
Harry turned to leave the office. Lily grabbed his arm and spun him around. "Aren't you forgetting something, handsome?" she asked, her voice a husky purr.
Harry tilted his head curiously. Lily leaned in and he grinned as he kissed her goodbye.
Harry, to his chagrin, found out that he had missed averyimportant announcement regarding a momentous event taking place at Hogwarts that year – the Triwizard Tournament. Apparently, it was an ancient tournament that had been suspended during the beginning of the First Wizarding War against Voldemort, and had only just been reinstituted that year. Moreover, every student over the age of fourteen would be allowed to participate in the tournament; the selection of students would be made by a magical artefact that everyone called the Goblet of Fire, which had since been placed in the middle of the Great Hall, surrounded by an Age Line to ensure that students who hadn't yet reached fourteen could not drop their names into the goblet.
That announcement caused a lot of grief with the younger years – including Ginny and, surprisingly, Luna, who seemed strangely disappointed that she had missed her chance to participate in a tournament that could help her fund a "Snorkack Hunting Expedition." Harry found himself enjoying the strange girl's company more and more – Luna had sat with them at breakfast the morning after they had arrived, much to his amusement and delight.
Nonetheless, the disappointment of the third years and below (and some fourth years) notwithstanding, the event had caused a great deal of excitement among the rest of the students. Hermione, when asked if she was going to enter, replied in the affirmative. Ron, on the other hand, seemed to find great pleasure in loudly speculating on the honour that would be conferred on the victor of the tournament, while simultaneously decrying his own chances of being selected. Harry even caught him plucking out the petals of a flower before breakfast in their dorm, hoping that a bunch of petals could help him choose between "I should enter" and "I should not."
Harry eventually told him that they would go drop their names into the Goblet together right before curfew, and after his detention, which seemed to console Ron, much to Harry's relief. Apparently, it wasn't a matter of the redheadwantingto compete – Rondefinitelywanted to be a part of the tournament; it was more a matter of securing approval for his candidacytothe tournament.
His first day was relatively easy-going - Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes, followed by Potions. Lily seemed to be a bit nervous as the class began, but settled into her usual stride, managing to answer all of her class' questions (Hermione being the most prodigious questioner, much to Harry's surprise – he had thought Hermione would've exhausted her tank during their weeklong summer classes) with ease.
Of course, the easy-going nature of the first day subsided to the back of his mind as he walked into the Defence Classroom on the third floor, after reassuring his friendsandLily all over again that he would beverycareful as he entered Narcissa'sden, as they called it.
The wrought-iron door creaked open as he walked in, only to be greeted with what appeared to be the same old, albeit empty, classroom. The same wooden seats with surprisingly great, magically induced, padding, the same iron chandelier in the centre and the same projecting apparatus at the end of the large circular room. He took a tentative step into the room, his footstep echoing ominously through the domed space.
And that was when he noticed the streak of red light barrelling towards him.
Lily huffed to herself as she angrily took the stairs to the Headmaster's Office two steps at a time. She had no ideawhythe Headmaster had chosen to hold a meetingexactlywhen she had wanted to keep an eye on the Defence Classroom, but she would beveryangry if Albus didn't have a great reason for calling on her.
She opened the mahogany door to Albus' office and entered the room, taking in all of the familiar sights – a newly reborn Fawkes perched on his stand, the bookshelves, the portraits of former Headmasters and Headmistresses, as well as the odd silver instrument bustling and chirping away behind a very radiant Albus Dumbledore, seated as his desk, and a sober-looking Minerva McGonagall.
"Hello," Lily said, panting, "Sorry, Albus, I had no idea we were having a staff meeting."
Albus nodded and gestured to a chair in front of his desk. Lily noticed that there were only three chairs – one of which was already occupied by Minerva. She took the chair in the middle, on Minerva's right, leaving an empty chair toherright.
"I believe I oweyouan apology, Lily," Albus said lightly, "This isnota staff meeting. I merely believed it prudent to hold an impromptu meeting in light of a… specific piece of information I have obtained from the Ministry."
Lily looked questioningly at the Headmaster, who merely smiled serenely at her.
"I was hoping a few more members – or perhaps it would be wise to call them ex-members – would turn up," Albus said, "Unfortunately, it seems the past decade and three years of peace have led to an… ease of comfort that several of us would rather not let go of."
"Alastor?" Minerva asked curiously.
"He is still at St. Mungo's," Albus replied, "And is, understandably, quite reluctant to accept an invitation to venture outside in light of his recent injuries. However, I am expecting one more member."
Lily was beginning to put the pieces together. "Member?" she asked. And then she gasped. "The Order? You're calling on theOrderagain?" Lily glanced at Minerva.
"Not quite," Albus said in a reassuring tone, "However, I thought it best to touch base with as many members as I could get a hold of. Perhaps this is uncalled-for paranoia on the part of an old man who has seen far too much in his life, but – and I do not mean to be immodest here – my instinct has seldom led me astray so far, despite its admitted deterioration with age."
"Don't be ridiculous, Albus," Minerva huffed.
The door opened behind Lily to admit a dishevelled-looking Sirius Black. Lily stared at his tousled hair and ruffled clothes.
"Okay," Sirius said, plopping down beside her, "For once, it'snotwhat you think. This isn't a product of my life of debauchery – I had to collar this pickpocket who thought that the secret to great thieving is a pocket with a bottomless charm."
Lily snorted. "You put your hand into his pocket, didn't you?" she asked.
Sirius sighed. "Trust me," he said, shaking his head, "Going knuckle-deep into a bloke's pants isn't as great as it… er…"
Sirius finally seemed to realize that he was at a meeting with his former Transfiguration teacher and Headmaster, much to Lily's amusement.
"Okay," Sirius breathed, "Maybe we can continue this discussion later, hmm?"
"Oh no," Minerva said sarcastically, "I'mverykeen to find out just how productive your life in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is."
"Dawlish still reluctant to take you in?" Lily asked.
"Yeah," Sirius said, "It's not so much my physical fitness as my mental readiness – they're still waiting for my Healer reports to clear before they admit me back into the Auror forces. Until then, it's DMLE duty for me.
"So," Sirius asked looking around, "This looks awfully familiar. What's the news?"
Albus crossed his fingers together on the desk and looked intently at the trio before him.
"I received a memo an hour ago from the Wizengamot," he declared, "Bellatrix Lestrange was found dead a week ago at Azkaban, though the Ministry is trying to keep it very, very quiet at the moment."
Lily gasped while Minerva and Sirius stared flatly at Albus.
"Sounds like grounds for a celebration," Sirius said dully, "Why is the Ministry trying to keep it quiet?"
Albus looked at Sirius for a moment.
"I do not know if you have tracked how well your release from Azkaban was received, Sirius," he said, "But your incarceration, trial and subsequent release were not without consequence. A significant portion of the wizarding public now believes that Azkaban does not fulfil its primary purpose as a correctional facility."
"They got that right," Sirius muttered.
"Indeed," Albus said, "And averysignificant portion of the Ministry – led by Amelia Bones – believes that Azkaban should be destroyed and a state-of-the-art correctional facility, with focus on prisoner rehabilitation, should be built in its place. And this movement to dismantle Azkaban coincides withverylow approval ratings for Minister Fudge."
"So Bellatrix Lestrange dying at Azkaban…" Minerva ventured.
"… Would be cause for serious concern and grounds for a debate in the Wizengamot about the state of Azkaban," Albus finished with a nod. "Nonetheless," he continued, "It is only a matter of time before this news leaks out. Unfortunately, the Ministry knows this as well and have taken great pains to ensure that the body was disposed of before the authorities in charge of the prison could be scrutinized too thoroughly."
"I still don't see the relevance," Sirius said harshly, "Cousin Bella isdead. Whoop-de-whoop, I still think it's grounds for a celebration."
"While I do not condone mindless approval of loss of life – however malevolent that life has been," Albus said, "I suppose the death of Bellatrix Lestrangewouldbe cause for relief for quite a few people. However, there is a… snag – the death of Bellatrix Lestrange happens to coincide with a host of disappearances, heightened trading in dark artefacts in Central Europe, attacks and… murders."
"Really?" Lily asked breathlessly. The First War on Voldemort may have felt like it was a fourteen years ago to the rest of the world, but for her, it was only ayearor so ago.
"I re-iterate," Albus said in a placating tone, "I might be acting a tad presumptuous here, but I shall highlighttwooccurrences in particular for your benefit. The first of those curious occurrences has to do with an event we just discussed before Sirius was here – the attack on Alastor Moody."
"I heard about that," Sirius said immediately. He turned to Lily and Minerva. "Alastor Moody was attacked in his home by two perps – one male and the other female. Word in the department is that Mad-Eye was just taken by one of his paranoid fits – he raised a ruckus in his neighbourhood… his verymuggleneighbourhood, no less. I heard Arthur Weasley was called onto the scene, along with a couple of Obliviators, to set things straight."
"Yes," Albus said, "But what the intra-department memos failed to mention is that Alastor Moody actually recognized one of the suspects – Bellatrix Lestrange, a monthafterher body was buried at Azkaban."
The room went very,veryquiet.
"Are you sure we can trust Alastor, Albus?" Minerva asked in a tight voice, "Idorespect the man, but over the years, he's grown unreasonably paranoid."
"I trust Alastor enough," Albus said firmly, "Enough, at the very least, to know that the man can distinguish between an accident caused by sheer paranoia and the genuine sighting of adeadex-criminal."
"Maybe it was Polyjuice," Sirius said, "Or… an Inferius. Or maybe Andromeda was just trying to surprise him and went overboard with the hair-dye."
"Perhaps," Albus said with a faint smile, "But I find all of those scenarios troubling all the same. Well… perhaps not that last one."
The room reflected on the incident for a moment. Eventually, Minerva tried to push the conversation further.
"Albus," the Head of Gryffindor House asked, "You mentionedtwoevents."
"Of course," the Headmaster said graciously, "The second event that I find so troubling is the mysterious death of a muggle gardener – Frank Bryce – in the sleepy little village of Little Hangleton. According to various news reports, as well as averywell-classified report from the Department of Mysteries, Mr. Bryce was found dead under mysterious circumstances – there were no wounds on his body, no evidence of sudden organ failure, no creeping illness that made itself known at the last moment. The only thing of note was the frozen look of horror on his face."
"The Killing Curse?" Lily asked sharply.
"Indeed," Albus said, "But the most troubling fact of all is this: Mr. Bryce was the last known caretaker of Riddle Manor – the erstwhile residence of the very well-to-do Riddle Family."
"I've never heard of them," Sirius said, scratching his chin thoughtfully, "Were they purebloods?"
Albus shook his head. "Not purebloods, Sirius," he said, "They were muggles. Tom Riddle Senior, his wife and children were found dead under similar circumstances over fifty years ago. I have reason to believe that the perpetrator ofthatcrime – fifty years ago – was none other than Tom Riddle Senior's abandoned son – Tom Marvolo Riddle, a former student of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Lily listened to Albus with growing horror; the name of the murderer was the last straw – she gasped. Minerva stiffened to her left.
Sirius looked at them, puzzled, and then turned back to Albus. "I don't see the significance," he said.
"Ah, yes," Albus said, "I understand. Sirius, were you made aware of the untoward incidents that occurred during Harry's second year at Hogwarts?"
Sirius shook his head.
"Well, they make for a very exciting adventure," Albus said, "However, Lily and Minerva recognize the name specificallybecauseof the events that occurred during Harry's second year at this school. Tom Marvolo Riddle is an anagram, Sirius – unwind the letters, unspool them, put them back together and they form a very chilling sentence: 'I am Lord Voldemort.' "
Sirius gasped. "Voldemort was astudent?" he asked faintly, "Here?"
"Indeed," Albus said soberly, "And I have reason to believe that the murder of the Riddle family at their manor was the first of many perpetrated by a very young Lord Voldemort."
"But why would Voldemort kill his own father?" Lily asked, "Because he was a muggle?"
"Because his muggle father abandoned him," Albus replied, "Tom Riddle, Senior, abandoned his wife – Merope Gaunt, who was the last of averylong line of purebloods – to wed another muggle. Perhaps the murder of his father's new family was an act of vengeance. Perhaps it was to bury his muggle heritage. We may never know, Lily."
Sirius suddenly barked out a laugh, startling the others in the room. "Sorry," he said quickly, "I just realized that Voldemort is ahalf-blood. Oh, my mother must be rolling in her grave."
"So," Lily said, ignoring Sirius, "You're saying this… Frank Bryce was murdered at theverysame manor where Lord Voldemort made his first kill? And that it was the work of a wizard?"
"Perhaps,morethan a wizard," Albus intoned, "Nonetheless, when questioned, quite a few people living in the village reported that they had sighted a dark-haired woman matching the description of Bellatrix Lestrange in the vicinity in the week leading up to the murder."
"Crap," Sirius said, after a moment's pause, "Okay, one sighting may be a coincidence.Two, on the other hand… might just warrant an investigation."
"Of course," Albus said, "Perhaps thisisthe work of a random dark wizard, or perhaps we're making a mountain of a molehill, or perhaps the woman the villagers described is merely a brunette woman touring the countryside. However, I believe we should all be aware of the possibility that theworstmay come to happen, despite our hopes for the best."
"Coupled with the events that happened three years ago…" Minerva suggested.
"That is, of course, a prime concern," Albus said.
"I heard aboutthat," Sirius said, "Harry reported seeing a shade of Lord Voldemort?"
Albus nodded sharply. Lily reeled in her chair, trying to sort through the deluge of information she had just received.
"Is… " Lily asked, then took a deep breath to compose herself, "Is he going to come after us again?If... he's back?"
Albus stared into space for a moment, then looked at Lily withverysober eyes with nary a twinkle in them.
"It is… a possibility," the venerable Headmaster confessed.
Harry rolled on the floor, arms pumping out as he uncurled so that his body rippled upwards to keep him on his feet. He whipped his wand out, deflecting the powerful crimson jet of light – a paralyzing curse of some sort – that Narcissa unleashed at him. Simultaneously, he took a step forward and unleashed a burst of magic from his own wand.
A stream of fire burst out at Narcissa, who extinguished it with a smile and a jet of water from her own wand.
"Trying to get me all hot and sweaty, Harry?" she taunted as she flicked her wand to bat aside his Stunning spell. Then, she clenched her left fist, pointed her wand at it and murmured something. Harry took the lull in her spell-casting to fire a couple more hexes, but they splashed harmlessly upon her, much to his dismay – the air around her seemed to be sizzling with magic.
Then, a halo of multi-coloured light burst forth from her fist,eachsplash of light becoming a different spell, to Harry's horror. He swung his wand across the breadth of his body, conjuring several pieces of wood and simultaneously hurtling those outwards in desperation. Some of the spells Narcissa had summoned were blocked by the pieces of wood, others managed to avoid his burst and wound their way towards him, even as he leapt out of the way.
The world turned black for an instant as Harry crashed onto the floor. When he came to, however, he discovered that he had been disarmed and trussed up.Again.
"I'mimpressed, Harry," Narcissa breathed, "That was amazing instinct with the conjuration at the end. But then again,poppingwood isn'tquitethe same asusingit."
Harry grit his teeth in desperation as he tried to break out of his bonds with wandless magic, but his control still seemed to befartoo rudimentary.
"This again, love?" Narcissa whispered softly as she closed in on him like a predator circling in for the kill, her every step a picture of almostserpentinegrace, "I've told you before – even the most powerful wizards would find it difficult to break out of magically conjured bonds without a wand."
"Doesn't stop me from trying," Harry grit out.
The ropes suddenly dissolved (though not onhisaccount) and became iron chains, binding him against the wall of the classroom in a spread-eagled pose. Narcissa pressed herveryfeminine body, to Harry's consternation, against his, spreading her arms out and capturing his fingers in hers. Harry could feel the shape of her breasts – soft perky handfuls – against his chest, the feeling of her erect nipples pressing against him evident even through her robes (Narcissa had, at some point, divested him ofhisrobes – as a result, he had to fightmostof the duel in his boxers). And Harry discovered that his own underwear had long since tented up – his penis was now pokingupwards, its head well beyond the waistband of his boxers as Narcissa ground her clothed groin against him.
"What was the point of this detention?" Harry asked before he could be overwhelmed by the proverbial succubus grinding against him.
"I would think the…point… should beveryevident by now, Harry," Narcissa said in her soft, seductive voice (so different from Lily's low-pitched, husky purrs, he realized), "Why do you think I'm here at Hogwarts, love?"
Harrytriedto ignore the familiar lilac scent, the familiar shape of her thin lips, and the memories of passionate, forbidden kisses during the lush summer months. "You can't be here for me alone," he declared.
Narcissa looked hurt for a fleeting instant, before the expression cleared. "Youmightbe right," she admitted in a measured voice, "But you are averyprominent motivating factor, Harry."
She then pulled at his lower lip with her own lips, stretching itdelightfully, and nipping softly with her teeth, her hands roaming over his chest. "So…strong, so…manly, so…good," she moaned, pulling his nipples delicately, making him groan in arousal, his cock more erect thanever.
"Wait," Harry said firmly, "Before… we… before we do this, I need… Iwantto ask you something."
"Ask away love," Narcissa said, before trailing soft kisses down his neck, "But ask fast, because I can'twaitto get started on thisdeliciousbody. I'm going toruinyou, Harry – I have alifetime'sworth of frustration to work off, and the last week has been absolutelydevastating."
Harry panted. "Did… did you know about the Diary? In my second year?" he asked.
Narcissa stopped kissing him and backed away abruptly, leaving Harry groaning in frustration, his penis nearly bursting out of his boxer shorts by itself.
The beautiful blonde seductress looked at him blankly for an instance, before she took a deep breath and held out her wand. "There areseveralways of swearing an oath in the wizarding world, Harry," Narcissa said solemnly, "This is onlyoneof those. An Unbreakable Vow, of course, is the most secure and binding, but it would needthreepeople to bind it; however, the spell I call upon now is almost as powerful.
"I, Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black, swear upon mylife, that I had no categorical knowledge of the scheme that my…husband… perpetrated at Hogwarts." A burst of blue light issued from her wand, blinding Harry for an instant.
"I… see," Harry said. He had not failed to notice the disgust in her voice when she mentioned Lucius Malfoy. Then he sighed. "I believe you," he declared.
"Good," Narcissa said as her wand dropped onto the floor, along with her robes, "Because I might gocrazyif I don't get to feel that divine tongue on my… lady parts… tonight."
Harry's jaw dropped as he realized Narcissa was wearing absolutelynothingunderneath her robes – no corset, no lacy underwear…nothing. He was seeing her entirely naked for the first time. She looked absolutelystunning– her trim figure glistening in the dim light of the room, perky breasts heaving with every breath, nipples absurdly erect and her shaved snatch peeking out between legs that seemed to go on forever. She looked like a model that he'd usually see on a Gladrags poster – only,farbetter looking.
Lucius is such an idiot.
Narcissa stalked towards him and whipped his boxers down so that it slipped down his thighs, freeing his veiny cock.
"Ohyes," Narcissa exclaimed, her voice trembling with arousal, "Thisis exactly what I want."
She went right back to trailing kisses down his neck, and then traced her lips softly down to his chest. Her tongue and her lips seemed to work in sync, lapping away in sinful harmony across his chest as she moved to his right nipple and sucked,hard. Harry grunted. He felt her smile against his chest, her teeth nipping every so softly on his nipple.
Then she abruptly sank onto the ground on her knees andplungedher mouth down his length.
"Oh, holyfuck!" Harry groaned as Narcissa simplyspearedhis penis down her mouth and then, to his surprise and pleasure,chokedaround it. And she just held herself in place, her cheeks drawing inwards as she sucked as hard as humanly possible with her hot, wet mouth wrapped around the first quarter of his penis, and her hands whipping back and forth along the lower three-fourths.
Before he could get into the spirit of Narcissa's enthusiastic,heavenlysucking, she pulled off, leaving his penis throbbing and glazed with her saliva. And then she was up on her feet again, the same devilish smile on her face that he found so hard to resist.
And before he knew it, Narcissa was standing on her toes as she tugged at his cock with both hands,pullinghim forwards, the chains around his arms and legs creaking as they resisted her force. Harry felt a glorious mixture of pain and pleasure as his limbs stretched out, making him grunt, even as Narcissa tugged at his now-sensitive penis.
"Sofuckingfat!" Narcissa purred delightedly, kneading and palpitating his girth, "Look at this thing!"
Harry merely moaned, closing his eyes,tryingto hold off as he felt his balls tingling. His penis pulsed, spewing pre-cum onto Narcissa's palms.
And then his eyes snapped open as he felt somethingentirelynew. The feeling of softy, silky-smoothflesh– wet andhot– against the tip of his cock. He gasped and jerked violently as he looked down.
Narcissa was holding his penisrightagainst her vagina, the spongy purpling head threatening tosplither trim cuntlips open.
"OhMorgana," Narcissa moaned, "That is… that feels… ohyesthat feelsgood. Like it's going totearme wide open."
Harry's arms and legs were splayed out behind him as hestrainedto push forward in vain – the chains Narcissa had transfigured seemed to be stretched to the very limit. He was now, completely and utterly, at the mercy of his blonde seductress.
Narcissa smirked. And then her eyes rolled up in pleasure as she sank down slowly, millimetre by millimetre,savouringthe feeling of his girthslowlydigging into her walls, prising them open deliciously.
And then, she paused after as his entire cockhead hadjustabout sunk into her spasming tunnel, and Harry growled in frustration.
"Ohno, love," Narcissa moaned, "Nottoday. I wantthatto be special – but this is ataste. A taste of all that you can savour to yourheart'scontent."
"Youfuckingtease," Harry groaned.
Narcissa tittered and then gasped as Harry's cockpulsedagain, with its head throbbinginsideher snatch.
"Someday, Harry," she said, "You're going to beatmein a duel, and then you'll have me atyourmercy. But until then, you'remine."
And then Narcissaflickedhis cock up, as itsplurchedout of her vagina andsmashedagainst her clit. The blonde's eyes rolled up again in pleasure.
"That… feelssurprisinglygood," Narcissa squealed in delight as if she had just discovered something amazing… and perhaps shehad.
She wielded Harry's cock like a toy as sheslappedit against her clit, making wetploppingsounds as his spit-glazed cock lashed against her bud, much to her delight. Harry grunted with each cockslap against her love button as he hung against the chains.
Then she was upon him once more, his cock wedged between her thighs, throbbing underneath her weeping cunt and poking out beyond the curve of her arse. Their lips met and they moaned into each other as Narcissa's breasts crushed against his lean, muscled chest yet again. The blonde reached out behind him and brought her palms crashing down on his buttocks as shepulledhim into her, his turgid meat grinding against her vagina in a deliciously rough manner.
"Iloveyour tight little butt," Narcissa moaned, "It's sodifferentfrom the rest of your body. The rest of you is so…hardandmuscular… butthis…"
Narcissa's fingerssankinto his rear cheeks as she grinned in delight. "This… is soripeandpeachy. Just the right mixture of firmness and cushiness."
Harry grunted as she squeezed his butt even harder and moulded her body against his. Then, holding onto him, she started grinding herself back and forth, squeezing and massaging his cock, which was surrounded by heramazinglegs andincrediblywet vagina, her lower lips dragging delightfully along his length.
Harry grinned, as his chains loosened a bit. He may bebound, but he wasn'tdown. Not yet.
He startedmoving, at a pace that wasfarmore rapid than Narcissa's grinding. Narcissa screamed in alarm and pleasure as Harry startedslamminghis body against hers, her breasts mashing helplessly against him and his cockplungingback and forth between her thighs, grinding her vagina into a steamy puddle of arousal.
"Oh… you're… such… an… evil…fuckbunny," Narcissa moaned, her voice trembling as she fought to regain control.
"I am, aren't I?" Harry asked rhetorically as he continued to slam his cock back and forth between her legs.
"You're…ungh…my…ugh… fuckbunny, though," Narcissa panted, even as her vaginal walls began to spasm due to the sheerpaceof at Harry speared his girthrightagainst her clit. She was teetering on the edge, and she knew it, but shewanted…neededmore than just this. With superhuman effort, she let go of her grip on Harry's buttcheeks andpushedagainst him, managing to unspool herselfawayfrom his inhumanly talented body.
Harry groaned in frustration, his cockbobbingangrily, absolutelysoakedwith her juices.
Narcissa managed to pick up her wand from where it had clattered to the floor, her legs trembling as she strove to keep herself from cumming. She pointed the wand at Harry, its aim unsteady. The boy hero felt a burst of magic envelope him and the space around himrippled. The walls and the floor seemed to blend seamlessly into each other as the chains binding him to the wall, somehow,driftedonto the floor.
Now, he was splayed on the floor, the chains still holding him taut against the cold stone. Narcissa then dropped her wand and practicallyleaptonto him. Before he could blink, he was greeted with the familiar, butverywelcome, sight of her vaginal lipsglisteningwith arousal; he had barely a moment to admire how her trim lips practicallyclungto each other, her clit throbbing as it peeked out beneath its hood, before she lowered herself onto his lips. She had positioned herself so that she faced his lower body and his eyes were filled with the sight of her amazing arse – surprisingly perky and jiggling delightfully for so statuesque a woman. Harry's lips moved on autopilot,kissingand massaging her vagina, even as his tongue snaked out andplungedinto her depths, curling and uncurling, lapping against the spots that she had found soamazingthe last time around.
Shesoakedhis face in arousal in under a minute as he reduced her to a quivering mess atop him. Shemayhave him bound, but hestillhad control. That is, until Narcissa suddenly leaned forward and slapped her hands around his throbbing meat. Then, she startedtugging,slappingher hands on his heavy balls and thenpullingup, as if she was trying totearhis penis off.
"Trying to make me cum, huh, Harry? Cum all over your handsome little face? Cum into your thirsty,naughtylittle mouth, soaking it with my ejaculate?" Narcissa gasped. Harry moaned a muffled reply into her cunt.
Harry reverted to Parseltongue before hecompletelylost it. His tongue writhed, searching, vibrating and quivering, and then he groanedjustas he found that special cluster of nerves. Narcissascreamed, her handsyankinghis penis up again as she came,violently. Bursts of feminine ejaculatesplashedinto his mouth,overandoveras Narcissa lost all semblance of self-control and yelled inarticulately, tugging at his penis helplessly.
And that last tug senthimover the edge. His penis pulsed –overandover– and he grunted into Narcissa's leaking vagina as he came in heavy spurts all over her hands, which were still coiled around his girth.
Both heandNarcissa collapsed at last, panting and moaning as they strove to come out of their orgasmic haze.
"Goddess, I missed that," Narcissa moaned.
"I concur," Harry panted, his facecompletelysoakedwith Narcissa's cunt-juices.
"We're… going… to do that. Again. Andagain. Andagain," she said, her bosom heaving.
"Ohhellyes," Harry murmured.
And then they both smiled.
This is going to be a hell of a year, he thought to himself.
Harry had barely made it out of the Defence classroom, before he was pounced upon by a flash of white feathers and sharp talons.
"Hedwig?" Harry asked. The bird alighted on his shoulder and held out a leg. Harry dutifully unwound the attached parchment.
Harry,
Come to my office as soon as you're done with your detention.
- L
Harry sighed, patted Hedwig affectionately and allowed her to take off. He wondered if Lily had gone all the way to the Owlery to send him a message, or if Hedwig had approached Lily with that uncanny ability to anticipatewhensomeone wanted to send him a message.
Harry slowly made his way to his mother's office. Narcissa had done her best with the healing charms she knew, but his wrists and ankles still smarted – he couldstillfeel the weight of those ridiculous conjured chains.
One of these days, he thought,I'm totally going to beat her.
But Harryhadmissed her – it had been just over a week since he had last seen Narcissa, but he truly missed her – her teasing remarks, her amazing grasp of magic, her ability to teach concepts to him effortlessly, heruniqueteaching methods…
Harry stopped his flow of thoughts before he started sounding like a love-struck sop.
Harry rapped on Lily's door with his knuckles before he entered her office, smiling as she greeted him with concernveryevident on her awfully beautiful face.
"You look likehell," Lily said abruptly, rising from her seat and drawing up to him.
Harry noticed with a start that he was actuallyslightlytaller than Lily – hehadnoticed that before, but it was a bit of a contrast from Narcissa, who, in turn, was slightly taller thanhewas.
And then he cursed as he registered Lily's words – he was suddenly aware of how his hair was messier than ever and how his robes looked completely rumpled. He decided to let a bit of the truth out.
"She… duelled me," he said.
Lily's eyes grew wide. "She…what?" Lily screeched in alarm.
"She duelled me," he said quickly as he noticed how Lily looked ready to storm into Narcissa's quarters and curse her into oblivion, "But it was completely non-lethal. I just got a bit roughed up."
"A bit roughed up?" Lily asked, her voice still high-pitched, "Harry, are youinsane? What business does she haveduellingwith you?"
"Sheisteaching Defence against the Dark Arts," Harry reminded her, and then added, "And I did learn a bit from the duel."
Lily closed her eyes, pursed her lips and took a deep, calming breath. Eventually, she muttered, "I shall be having… aword… with that…woman.
"Now,sit," Lily said, indicating a very plush sofa that had not been at the office when Harry had visited it earlier.
Harry sank down on the chair and groaned softly as he noticed just how comfortable the seat was. And started as a soft weight settled on his lap. He looked up and then relaxed as he saw that it was Lily who had sat down on his lap, facing him, her green eyes blazing with passion.
"Did the bitch hurt you?" Lily asked softly, her hands cradling his face.
"Not really," Harry said, "I did lose the duel though."
Lily smiled. "Well, I'm going to try and help youforgetthat," she said, "I'm in need of a bit of stress relief anyway."
"Oh?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Lily said, "But let's talk aboutthatlater. For now, I'm afraid I'm just going to have touseyou. And you may feel free to usemein return."
"Oh?" Harry asked, gulping as he thanked all the nameless entities that watched over him for reminding him to use a cleansing charm to get rid of Narcissa's scent.
"Ohyes," Lily said, reminding himveryuncomfortably of Narcissa. And then the red-haired beauty closed in, her lips against his. Her tongue rammed its way between his lips, even as he encircled her waist in his arms and pressed her into him.
Lily managed to, somehow, point her wand at him and cast a spell. Harry muffled a started yelp against Lily's lips as his robes vanished, yet again, leaving him, mercifully in his t-shirt and sweatpants over his boxers this time around – Narcissa had simply vanishedeverythingapart from his underwear. Lily then traced a handdownhis clothed chest and stomach andplungedit into his pants, pushing them down and drawing out his…
"Ohfuck," Harry gasped as Lily pulled off him and gazed down eagerly.Oh crap, he thought, as his penis was unsheathed, again, and he felt Lily's hands coil around it for thefirsttime.Thatwas abrupt.
Lily grinned. "I've wanted to do thisforever," she squealed, her voice surprisinglyyoung.
"Forever?" Harry asked through gritted teeth as Lily twined both her hands around his girth and simplysqueezed. Her grip wasfarmore firm than Narcissa's soft touches.
"Imighthave spied on you once when you jerked this…thingoff," Lily said, her husky voiceburstingwith eagerness.
"Oh," Harry said simply, his penisthrobbingwith anticipation. He winced as he suddenly realized how sensitive his cock was – it was still a bittoosoon after his last orgasm.
"It's so…hefty," Lily squealed, as her hands, slowly and deliberately, started jacking him off, her palms massaging his meat delightfully as she stroked him from base to tip, "My fingers don't evenmeeteach other around it!"
"Uh huh," Harry grunted as Lily started goingfasterand faster. Soon, her fist wascrashinginto his balls and thenflashingback to his head in the space of a second.
For a moment, his mind flashed back to the memory of Narcissa and him in the Defence classroom, before he shut the image down ruthlessly. After an instant – an instant filled with the feeling of Lily's small hands on his rippling cockmeat - he realizedwhyhis brain had chosen to show him that image; itwasn'tbecause Lily lacked for skill compared to Narcissa – Lily was doinggreat. It was becausehewas being a bittoopassive compared to his time with Narcissa, and that was just uncalled for.
So Harry took matters into his own hands, so to speak. He noticed that Lily herself was wearing an attire similar to his own, so he mimicked Lily's earlier action and plunged his own hand intoherpants. Lily's eyes widened as his fingerscurledupwards, slithering under her, searching for its prey. And then he found it. Heflickedat his target and Lily gasped as she felt his rough hands manhandling her clit.
"Holyshit, Harry!" she groaned her handspullingat his penis.
Harry just grunted and continued massaging, poking and prodding - listening intently to Lily's moans to see how she responded, and then adjusting his technique at once.
"Oh,yes!" Lily squealed, biting at his chin desperately as her breasts rubbed against him delightedly. Harry moved hisotherhand – his left – up at once and cupped a heavy, albeit clothed, breast in one hand, weighing it with delight.
"You like Mommy's breast in your hand, baby?" Lily panted in his year, "Youlikethat, you naughty littleslut?"
Harry gaped and his penis twitched in Lily's hands at herimmenselydirty words – hehadrealized they were doing something taboo before, but they had always skirted around it. Now, though, he seemed to have flipped a switch and Lily waspouncingon the taboo nature of their relationship with relish,teasinghim with the knowledge of bounds that he had long since left behind in his quest for erotic satisfaction. Or perhapshewas the victim andshewas the one that had smashed down all societal barriers in an attempt to quench herownthirst for sex.
Either way, he didn't quitecare. He palmed her heaving breast and squeezed it, gasping at the dual sensation of his fingers sinking into herimmensetit, as well as her palmsmaulingaway at his cockmeat.
"You love mummy's hands on your big,fatcock, don't you?" Lily growled, "Don't you?"
"Yes, ohhellyes," Harry groaned. Heplungedhis forefinger and middle finger into her snatch, which wasincrediblywet at this point. He swirled them around, trying topushhis impending orgasm away by sheer force of will, searchingforthat same spot – that same bundle that his tongue had sought out in Narcissa.
And eventually, he found it – it was alittlefurther in, compared to Narcissa. Lily… his hot, dirty, sluttymother… moaned in delight and squirmed on his hand,fuckingherself onto his fingers, even as her hands whipped across his length. Harry startedslamminghis fingers forward,pullingandpushingLily back and forth on his lap by his grip on her snatch. He pulled,veryroughly at her clothed nipple, and Lily twitched frantically.
Then she screamed. And grew very,verystill.
This is different, Harry thought as he approached dangerously close to his own edge.
"Ohfuckyou're… oh… you're… ohfuck… you're makingMommy CUM!" Lily screamed again as her vagina seemed toexplodearound his fingers. She squirted one, long, continuousburstof female ejaculate, staining his fingers with her juices and her hands moved on autopilot as they continued to jack him off.
The sight of his ownmother, squirming on his lap, her vagina spasminginsideher pants with his fingers embeddeddeepin her cunt, her beautiful green eyes looking heavenwards and her lush red lips parted in ecstasy – the sight, combined with Lily's insistent tugging sethimoff and he spurted all over the redhead's t-shirt, staining her clothed breasts with hisownejaculate.
Lily collapsed against him, his hand still on her throbbing cunt and his cock still twitching between them. She buried her face in his chest.
"Oh,boy, did I need that," she sighed.
They lay like that for a while, with Harry stroking Lily's crimson hair with smooth, slow strokes. Then suddenly, Lily stiffened on his lap and drew back with a start. She slammed her left arm against his chest, pinning him against the backrest, as her other arm entwined in his hair and drew his face upwards so that he could stare her in the eye as she drew herself up onto her knees.
"Lily?" Harry gasped at the sudden movement.
"You've done thatbefore," Lily snarled.
Crap, Harry cursed mentally.
"You've donethatbefore," Lily growled again, "Who?"
"Does it matter?" Harry asked weakly as he reached for his wand. Then he stopped himself as he realized he would neverwantto raise his wand againstLily, of all people.
"Fine," Lily said, her voice still low and dangerous, "I don't carewhoit was. What's in the past is in the past – I don'tcareif you messed around at the Quidditch Finals, orwhoyou messed around with. What Idocare about, is if thatpatheticlittle fling isovernow."
Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He stared into Lily's eyes, now blazing with ferocity, threatening to incinerate him with a glance.
"Yes," Harry gasped, hoping against hope that his blatant lie was convincing, at the very least.
"Good," Lily whispered, and then leaned in, "But if Idofind out you'restillseeing some little girl – and I don'tcareif it's Cho Chang or someotherlittleslut– I'm going to make that bitchpay."
Harry gulped.
"But don't worry, Harry," Lily crooned, "Nothing will happen to you. But I'mnotlettingyougo."
He relaxed. Lily leaned in and rested her head on his chest again, breathing softly against him.
Harry felt like a cad as he trudged back to the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping that he could finish the day's homework before he went to bed – every second sentence he uttered to Lily, or Narcissa, seemed to be either a white lie, or an obfuscation of the truth. It was almost…stifling.
Granted, hedidenjoy their company – and theactivitiesthey engaged in wereincredible– but he had no ideawhathe was doing all the same. Was he just fooling around with them? But if hewasjust fooling around, why was he so emotionally involved in the relationships?
The questions buzzing around his mind were not easy to tackle, so he simply compartmentalized them and focused on therestof the day. Lily, at the end of their little… session… and right before bidding him adieu, had asked him to present himself at her office over the weekend.
"I've found that I'm lagging a bit behind in the duelling arts, Harry," Lily had said casually –toocasually, "So, I thought we could train together. And obviously, we're both free on the weekends."
But why train withhim? Had something happened? Why had Lily been so stressed out in the first place?
And then there was Narcissa – the woman was a mystery wrapped inside an enigma. She had been honest enough to tell him that her presence at Hogwartsdidhave an ulterior motive that did not involve him. So why wasshehere? Why had Lucius pulled strings to get Narcissa into Hogwarts?
Also, he still had no ideawhyshe was drawn to him. Granted, shehadconfessed to seducing him because he appealed to her over the summer and that what should have been a short fling had turned into something far more substantial – but he wasn't convinced. Shewasa Slytherin, after all – and he sensed that Lily was right in at least one respect about Narcissa – the woman never did anything without some sort of purpose or calculated motive driving her.
Harry rounded the corner of the corridor that led to the Fat Lady's portrait.
I guess my very peaceful third year was an anomaly after all, he thought,Looks like this year is going to be the most eventful of them all. And I'm not sure that's a good thing at all.
But then again, a more adventurous part of his mind whispered,it might be a great thing for your libido.
Harry snickered to himself.
"What'reyoulaughing about?" asked a curious male voice as he drew close to the portrait.
Harry winced. Narcissa would have hishidefor not maintaining his 'field awareness' at all times. He looked up at Ron, who had apparently been waiting for him outside the portrait.
"Whoops," Harry said awkwardly, "I forgot all about dropping our names into the Cup."
Ron shrugged. "It's alright," he said with a grin, "We have five minutes to go for curfew. Reckon we can make it to the Great Hall and back?"
Harry grinned right back and nodded. For a fleeting moment, as he and Ron took off along the maze of corridors and staircases that led down to the Great Hall, he felt…normal. And his worries, his thoughts… they all faded away as he effortlessly overtook Ron in their race to reach the Goblet of Fire.