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Who the fuck does she think she is? Her anger excited him, and that worried him. Besides, she wasn't entirely wrong. He did check on her every chance he got, lurking around Hogwarts, checking out hot women. But when you spent as much time in the lab as he did, it wasn't easy to make friends. He was lucky to have Ron.
The commercial ended on TV, and the presenter shifted the view to the courtroom and Bellatrix.
Bellatrix delivered her defense speech like a professional. She looked stunning in her dress, and he slid his fingers over her silky lace panties tucked in his pocket.
"I bet you're ogling my sister, aren't you?" Narcissa said. "I should hire that assassin to deal with you, you little maniac."
He ignored Narcissa and focused on Bellatrix. What he saw next made his cock twitch northwards.
His cum trickled down the inside of Bellatrix's thigh just below her hip line. Right there, on the screen, the superstar had his seed dripping from her pussy in front of the entire state. She winked and finished her speech.
He sat down and laughed. "Holy shit," he said, sighing.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Narcissa said.
Harry turned to her with a blank expression. "Narcissa, can you not be a bitch for the next five minutes? Even better, just shut the fuck up."
Her cheeks turned bright red, and if she could channel death, he'd be a corpse. He thought she'd definitely run away, but then the door opened and Bellatrix walked in.
She smiled. "What were you thinking?" She had already wiped the cum off her leg.
"You were amazing," he said. "A professional as always."
"Thank you, Harry."
"Can we go for lunch now?" Narcissa said.
The three of them ordered street tacos and beer at a place near Bellatrix's workplace. Bellatrix had to return for another trial, and Narcissa kept checking her watch every five minutes, as if waiting for a pass from the supervisor.
"Lil, I bought you something for your birthday," Bellatrix said.
"Oh?" For the first time all day, Narcissa didn't complain. "What is it?"
Bellatrix handed her a gift-wrapped box. "When Sirius and I went to Paris, we visited a high-end perfumer who sells perfumes to celebrities. I know it's not much, but with the price of these perfumes, you could pay off half of your debts." Bellatrix knew how to play her sister like a damn fiddle.
Narcissa actually smiled. Her face softened, her blue eyes brightened, and she looked lovely. It suited her. It's a shame it took an expensive gift to bring out the best in her. She unwrapped the box and pulled out a rose-colored perfume bottle. "There's no label."
Bellatrix nodded. "It's a special blend from the perfumer. It's not available without a prescription. Like I said, Sirius paid an arm and a leg for it."
Narcissa held the bottle up to the light.
He modified the solution to have an aromatic scent. Bellatrix used it almost every day, although she didn't have to. Just one dose was enough. The solution physically bonded her soul with his. They were truly kindred spirits. He didn't actually want Narcissa tied to him like this, but the cock wants what it wants. She scored an eleven on a ten-point scale, and the modifications could soften her up a bit.
"Go ahead," Bellatrix said. "Give it a try." Narcissa sprayed her wrist with the elixir and took a deep breath.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Bellatrix and he exchanged knowing smiles. Narcissa stared off into nothingness, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
As the soup cooked, he filled Bellatrix in on Sirius. "Bellatrix, when you get back home, Sirius plans to ask me to move out."
"What?" Her eyes flashed with anger. "What the fuck." "Calm down," he said. "Remember when I told you I had a plan?"
Her nostrils flared. "Yes," she said, gritting her teeth. "That plan is now in motion. I prepared a special potion for him, which he took this morning. It doesn't change his attitude toward me or how he perceives me as a threat to your attention. But it makes him willing to do anything to earn your favor."
She opened her mouth. "Like a cuckold?"
"Yes. He may leave me and you alone, but he won't do anything about us being together unless you order him to keep an eye on his own affairs."
"You're diabolical, Harry Potter." I love it. "Remember, he'll do anything you say. Understood?" "Oh, I have more than that," she said. Narcissa's eyes returned to reality, and she blinked before glancing at him. Her facial expression softened, and she averted her gaze.
He had her now. There was no longer a reason to dance around the topic with Bellatrix. And now it was time to leave Narcissa wanting more. "Alright, folks. I gotta run."
He leaned in towards Bellatrix and kissed her on the lips.
"I love you, darling."
Narcissa stared at them in shock but didn't say a word.
Bellatrix ran her fingers along his chin and kissed him even more passionately. "I love you too. See you tonight."
You could hear a pin drop as he stood up and left them alone. He spent the next five hours in the laboratory, perfecting another version of the elixir. He still had some work to do and needed a living subject. He didn't want to risk harming Bellatrix or Narcissa, even if Narcissa didn't deserve his mercy. Narcissa was Bellatrix's sister, which meant she was family. And now that she was bound to him, she was his family too.
When he returned home, Sirius was waiting for him in the kitchen. He didn't even bother changing into his damn robes. It was all a power play for the great Sirius Black. Screw him. "What's up, Sirius?"
"Have you thought about our conversation yet?" he asked.
The bastard was impatient as hell. "Not really. No," he said. "But it seems like you have."
Bellatrix entered the kitchen. She had changed into yoga pants and a simple white t-shirt. She looked adorable.
"Maybe we can talk in the family room, all three of us?" Sirius said. He played the patriarch card. "Sure." He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and headed to the family room.
Sirius and Bellatrix sat on the couch, and he took a seat in the leather armchair across from them. He took a bite of the apple. "I hope you don't mind me eating while we talk. It's been a long day."
Sirius cleared his throat. "Harry, I spoke with Bellatrix just before you came back home, and I let her know that I want you to move out."
"Why again?" he bit into the apple.
Sirius's cheeks reddened, but he didn't back down. "You're distracting attention in this house. I want to spend some quality time alone with my wife, and you're getting in the way."
Bellatrix looked ready to punch him in the throat. He shook his head slightly.
He set the apple aside and channeled his inner Sirius Black. "Godfather, I understand that you may have developed certain feelings for Bellatrix, but it's time to set them aside. It's the best thing for me, Bellatrix, and for the sake of the family. You see, Sirius, she made her choice, and it's time for you to treat her like a daughter-in-law, not a potential romantic interest."
Sirius looked stunned. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
He reached out his hand to Bellatrix.
She walked across the room and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Sirius looked like shit. "What are you doing?" Bellatrix ran her fingers through his hair and glanced at Sirius. "You need to accept it and come to terms with it if you ever want to win me back."
Sirius's eyes flashed blue before quickly fading away. "So, I'm supposed to sit here and endure this?" "If you love me, you'll let me be happy," she said. He ran his hand over Bellatrix's backside. "I have to admit, your intuition is spot-on. We've fucked in almost every room in this house."
"What?" Sirius looked helpless.
"Harry is moving in with me to the master bedroom," Bellatrix said. "You can use the guest room downstairs. As I've said before, if you're well-behaved, you may have a chance with me again someday."
Bellatrix played her role perfectly. Sirius had zero chance of ever having her again, but he didn't know that. The elixir clouded his judgment.
"I thought we were going to start a family," said his Sirius.
"I am starting a family."
He placed his hand on Bellatrix's lap. "She's pregnant with our child."
Sirius stared at them, too dazed to speak. "Take your things out of mine and Harry's bedroom," Bellatrix said. "You can move to the guest room tonight."
They kissed, and he rubbed her thigh. "I wanted to try the jacuzzi in your bathroom one more time."
She chuckled. "You just can't get enough, can you?" Sirius stood up and walked away in a zombie-like trance.
Bellatrix sighed and kissed him. "It's going to be so much better here."
"I wasn't kidding about the jacuzzi." "First, I need to eat something for the baby," Bellatrix said.
"Alright, I'll prepare something in the kitchen," he replied.
"Sounds great." She took his hand, and they headed towards the kitchen. "By the way, after you left, Narcissa asked if you'd meet her at the Quidditch match this weekend."
"She changed her mind, huh? What did you tell her about us?"
"I told her the truth. You and I are a couple, but we're open to letting her into our harem if she's a good girl."
"Are you coming with me to the match?" he asked. Bellatrix sat at the island while he prepared chicken and vegetables for a quick stir-fry.
"I have work to do, but I'm open to a date later."
"Maybe we can make it a threesome?"
"Mmm," Bellatrix said, eyeing the approaching dinner.
"Dinner or a date?" he asked.
"Both." She smiled.
Before Saturday afternoon arrived, Sirius had almost faded into the background. He spent most of his time in the guest room but would come out to eat, drink, and go to work. He had never been to a Quidditch match before, but Narcissa promised to leave tickets upon request. Bellatrix gave her his phone number, and she sent him daily text messages asking if he was still coming.
On Saturday afternoon, he made his way to the stadium gates. He stood in a short line, waiting for his phone to buzz in his pocket.
Are you here yet?
Harry: On my way.
Yes! Let's meet at Tower 7 at halftime. Just tell the security guard your name.
He made his way to the spot. It was six rows from the field, perfectly centered on Narcissa.
Narcissa spotted him sitting in the stands and waved in his direction. In the bright October sun, she smiled as she soared in as the first referee. Her white uniform shimmered, and her golden blonde ponytail bounced as she performed a few acrobatics on her broom, testing its stability and warming up the enthusiastic crowd. Her toned, athletic legs and high, firm breasts caught the attention, not just his own.
The middle-aged man sitting next to him practically undressed Narcissa with his eyes. His wife seemed oblivious to his lustful gaze, but he certainly noticed. Both of them wore shirts with the number seven and the name Theodore Nott on the front and back.
They were Theodore Nott's parents. In other words, Narcissa's boyfriend's parents. It seemed that Mr. Nott had something for his son's girlfriend. Not that he could blame him. Narcissa was exceptional in every sense of the word. Especially if she wasn't such a raging bitch. But maybe that had changed? Maybe she was just angry at Sirius and Bellatrix, and he didn't know the real Narcissa?
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