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The stunned young man put the letter in his pocket. It was all strange. Her sudden departure... She arranged for him to stay at her sister's house and only wrote to him later... As unbelievable as it was...

"An amazing coincidence," Harry thought.

He returned to the compartment. Daphne, who had meanwhile moved back to her previous seat, noticed his confusion.

"Any problem?" She asked.

"Nooo... There is such... Nothing important" Harry did not have the slightest desire to explain "Oh, we're getting there!"

The girl was a little disappointed. That damn owl.. But nothing will try again...

"You know what, Harry? We are kindred souls. We read similar books... Listen, I'm alone until the end of the week in London." she smiled encouragingly. Maybe you could drop by my place... We'll talk...

"Yyyy... That's nice, but... I don't know if I'll have time..."

"No problem" she took out a notebook and a pen "Here you have my floo address. Call me, please, I'd really like to talk to you. You are a great guy."

Harry put the piece of paper with the address in his jacket pocket. The train was just entering the station. He helped Daphne take her luggage, and they got off.

"Bye! Call me, please!" the girl kissed him on the cheek.

Harry watched behind his friend as she walked along the platform, sensually twisting her hips. She turned around and waved to him from the escalator.

"It's a pity that Bellatrix has already settled her sister." - he thought - "But... This conversation could end differently... Eh, it's better that it is as it is."

He picked up his bag, threw his backpack over his shoulder, and headed for the exit.

Narcissa was nervous. She wondered if she was doing the right thing. Initially, she had reacted, a little under the weather, enthusiastically to her sister's proposal yesterday. Now, however, she was overwhelmed by growing doubts. She wasn't sure if she was doing the right thing. However, she could no longer back down. She was increasingly angry with Bellatrix.

"It probably won't come to anything, anyway." - she thought - "I'm not up to it."

She stood by the car, however, looking out for Harry. A crowd of people was pouring out of the entrance. Clearly, the train had just arrived. The falling evening and falling snow made the silhouettes unrecognizable. Everyone, old and young, looked alike.

"Excuse me, are you perhaps Bellatrix's sister?" she heard a pleasant male voice behind her.

She took a deep breath and turned around.

The young man standing in front of her was very handsome. He looked even better than in the photo. The drizzling snowflakes were settling on his dark hair, which even looked funny.

"God, how young," she thought.

"Yeah, that's me. And you must be ..."

"Harry. Bellatrix wrote to me a few minutes ago, she said the lady would be waiting. It so happened ... I... I'm sorry for the inconvenience I'm causing, but you probably know that Bellatrix had to..."

"Yes, I know everything," she blurted, not wanting to continue the subject, "It so happened... Get in the car. We won't talk about this weather outside."

During the drive, they exchanged perfunctory remarks. They talked about his train trip, the weather, road conditions... Harry watched Narcissa surreptitiously. He was very surprised. He knew from Bellatrix that her two years younger sister was a magic researcher for the ministry, so he imagined her as a typical ministry worker, scientist and enthusiast, wearing glasses, unfashionable clothes, bent over every ancient book with reverence. Meanwhile, she was, contrary to his expectations, a beautiful woman, well-groomed in every way. Her short blond hair matched fantastically with her incredibly blue eyes, her bangs falling unruly over her forehead. A beige double-breasted coat, perfectly tailored, clearly stressed her breasts, as he might have expected, at least as large as Bellatrix's. The whole look was complemented by light winter boots reaching before the knees, finished with soft fur.

"Beautiful woman," Harry thought, "She doesn't look like a ministry worker at all. If I had a choice, Bellatrix and her sister... Well, I don't know."

However, he did not say this out loud. That would have been inappropriate, of course.

They arrived at the site. Narcissa lived in a small, single-family house in a residential neighborhood. It was different before the war, but her husband lost all his money supporting Voldemort. Ever since the end of the war, she had had to save money, which made her blend in with the muggles. She parked the car in the driveway and opened the door.

"Come in, please. Make yourself comfortable, and I'll close the gate, make tea and something to eat. I'm sure you're cold and hungry."

Harry entered the living room. As he expected, the good taste of the landlady was clear here, as well. One of the walls was occupied by an enormous library, testifying directly to the household, but the other furniture was carefully selected, creating an extremely warm atmosphere in the room. The whole was complemented by the dim light of an old brass lamp standing in the corner.

"A real British colonial house," Harry thought with admiration.

He walked over to the library and looked at the titles. With his back turned, he didn't see Narcissa, who was watching him from the hallway.

"Funny. The first thing he did was walk over to the books. Few young men behave like that. Indeed, Bellatrix was right - an exceptional boy. Only... Will I be able to...".

Full of doubts, she went to the kitchen.

When she returned after several minutes with cups of hot tea and sandwiches on the tray, she found Harry on the couch, browsing "Mythology of the Slavs." Upon seeing her, he put the book down.

"Sorry, I reached off the shelf without asking. I hope you are not angry..."

"No problem" she put the cups on the bench and sat down opposite Harry "By the way, you can safely call me by my first name. I'm Narcissa."

"Thanks. And I'm Harry" Harry smiled at the woman.

The next half hour they ate a dinner prepared quickly by the woman, talking about various things. Narcissa opened a bottle of wine, they drank a glass, then another. Harry talked about Hogwart, his plans for the future. Narcissa talked about her work. The young man listened with interest and watched the woman.

The apartment was warm. Narcissa was wearing only a short-sleeved blouse, under which her ample breasts were clearly visible. In addition, the tight light-colored pants only emphasized her shapely, slim figure, sagging enticingly on her hips. Despite himself, the young man had to admit that Narcissa was more attractive than her older sister. Completely independently of himself, he thought what would have happened if... No, he couldn't think about it. That would not be fair to Bellatrix.

Narcissa noticed Harry's gaze. She noticed how his gaze rested on her breasts and then slid down to her hips. She noticed a gentle blush on the boy's face.

"He likes me," she thought.

She stood up, put the book back on the shelf, and moved to the couch next to Harry.

"You know," she said, looking him straight in the eyes, "Bellatrix told me a lot about you."

"Excuse me? - Harry, surprised, opened his eyes wide, "What do you mean she told me?"

After all, their relationship, at Bellatrix's express request, was to be a secret. As a result, Harry reluctantly adhered to these arrangements. And here her sister?...

"We recently talked about you." Narcissa smiled "I told her about my problems and she said that you are a person who could help me a little."

"Somewhere in the depths of his soul, anxiety arose. What exactly is this all about?

Narcissa squatted closer. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Excitement, a harbinger of coming pleasure, pierced her with a shudder. She had gone so long without feeling a man in her, so long had she been disrespected by her husband? Now she would play along. Now... Her previous doubts had disappeared somewhere. The thought of doing it right away, with this young man... intensified her lust... She was a female; she needed a male... And this one was right next to her, looking into her eyes...

The woman's wonderfully blue eyes were so deep, so warm... Harry felt that somewhere deep inside his arousal was growing, awakening. She was so close...

"You are a wonderful young man, you know?" said the woman, looking at him with a smile.

Harry reflexively moved away. The whole situation was so unreal, so strange that it seemed only a dream. No, he must wake up. He will immediately get up, break off, shout - "What are you thinking?", push her away...

"Don't be afraid of me," Narcissa said softly.

"But..." thoughts were tangled in his head. This woman, his girlfriend's sister... He can't do it... He loves Bellatrix, and this woman... excites him...

"Listen! You are a wonderful boy. I need you. My husband... my husband was cheating on me. He was neglecting me. For three years... Help me... Please..."

"How... how can I help" Harry in his head was feeling a void. He knew perfectly well what Narcissa was aiming for. In fact, if it weren't for Bellatrix... This is some nightmare, some unbelievable story! In November he heard very similar words from Bellatrix, and now, her sister...

"Harry..." The woman leaned over him. He was now pressed into the back of the couch. Further, he could not move away.

"Y... yes?... Mmhmm..."

He felt her lips on his own. He felt them when she blocked his mouth with a kiss. She gripped him and pulled him close. Her breasts rested against his torso. He could clearly feel their softness through the material of his sweater and her blouse. She was incredibly aroused. Her tongue invaded his mouth violently, even too violently. She even threw herself at him. He tried to break free, but she held him tightly, pressing her arms around him.

"I don't want this!" - his excitement grew against him, against his reason for trying to control the situation - "No... I want it! No, I want it!"

He stopped thinking. Emotions took over. He responded to her kiss.

She was so hot, so inflamed, so passionate. She clung to him with her complete self, thrusting greedily into his mouth. Not in control of himself, he slipped his hands under her blouse, felt her twitch as he embraced her bare back. She hugged him even tighter. Without thinking about what he was doing, he slipped his hands under the clasp of her bra and unfastened the clasp. Narcissa gasped and, without breaking the kiss, raised herself slightly, letting her breasts fall free. He moved his hands forward and touched them. They were so big, soft. The nipples stood out strongly, clearly testifying to the woman's arousal. He caressed them. He felt his member in his pants flexing, demanding to be released.

Narcissa pulled away from Harry's mouth, grabbed the hem of his sweater, and pulled it over his head in a quick motion. He was now in just a t-shirt. He lifted her blouse and saw her wonderfully large breasts, larger than Bellatrix's, swaying freely to the rhythm of her breathing. He brought his lips closer and began kissing her nipples. One, then the other... He sucked, licked them alternately. He squeezed her breasts and dipped into the groove between her breasts with his tongue.

"Aaah... wonderful..." moaned the woman.

She grabbed his head with her hand and pressed it against her breasts. With her other hand, she reached into his pants. For a moment, she massaged his stretched-out penis through the material, then unzipped his pants and grabbed it with her hand. Harry felt her fingers touch the head of his penis. She moved them down to the root, then slowly slid them up and down.

"How big!" she moaned - How wonderful!

"God, this is unbelievable! A horny, almost foreign woman is raping me! I have to stop this!" - the remnants of common sense shouted to no avail somewhere in the depths of the young man's head. Harry knew he could not restrain his lust any longer. With a last effort of will, however, he jerked, extricating his head from her grasp.

"Narcissa, please stop... We can't... Bellatrix... " he was about to shout the words, but his compressed throat made him say them in a whisper.

"Hush, silly," the woman hugged him again, not stopping to tease the expanded member, "We can. Today we can. Bellatrix will not mind. In November you helped her when... You help her all the time. And now I... I'm in a very similar situation. Help me, please... I want to feel like a woman again..."

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There you will read chapter 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 (epilog)