Narcissa Malfoy was vexed. Though, of course, she knew better than to show it. She sipped her tea and managed to keep her outward reaction suppressed to a single twitching eyebrow.
"Don't be such a stingy Billywig, mother," Draca Malfoy slurred, swaying on her feet. "Twenty Galleons is all I'm asking for. Quit kicking up a fuss like you're a poor."
Narcissa lowered her teacup onto its saucer.
"It's twenty Galleons today, but it was fifteen yesterday," Narcissa said. "The day before it was ten. Who's to say it won't be thirty tomorrow?"
Draca sneered. "What if it is? What's wrong with that? We can afford it, can't we? We can afford anything!"
Draca tossed out her arm, a half empty bottle of Firewhiskey sloshing about as she did. It might not have been Draca's first of the day, as much as it hurt Narcissa to admit it. This wasn't what Narcissa risked her life by defying the dark lord for.
"You have a problem, daughter," Narcissa said. "You cannot spend everything we have on drinking and betting on broom races."
"Why not?" Draca demanded. "What else do I have to do? And who are you to tell me what I can or can't do with my life?"
"I am your mother," Narcissa said. "I risked everything to ensure you survived the war. That's the only reason we're free."
She didn't raise her voice, because that wouldn't be appropriate as a pureblood matriarch. She dearly wished to, though.
Draca just sneered, taking another drink of her alcohol.
"Right, because we're living so well now," she said. "We survived the war for what? Father is in Azkaban. My friends distanced themselves from me, and none of the people from other houses will interact with me, now will they? Money is all I've got, so I might as well spend it."
"Draca…" Narcissa said.
Draca snorted. "Don't pull that tone now. Merlin, just look at my name! You and father wanted a son so badly that you picked out a name ahead of time. Then I popped out, and you just swapped the o for an a. How lazy can you be? If you're just going to lecture me, fine. I'll get my money somewhere else."
She stormed out. As soon as she was gone, Narcissa sighed, rubbing her temple.
Her daughter was still young. She'd become wild because she lacked proper guidance. But Narcissa, no matter how hard she tried, couldn't get Draca back on track. She absolutely adored her daughter, and it kept her from being harsh with her. Perhaps Lucius, for all his faults, would have had better luck. But what could Narcissa do? Her foolish ex-husband had refused to plead innocent to his crimes a second time, and the man who stepped in to speak in favor of Narcissa and her daughter refused to do the same for Lucius, so off Lucius went to Azkaban for life. Narcissa didn't miss that cold man much, but she couldn't deny that she needed help now.
Slowly, her fingers stopped rubbing her face. Help. Of course. Why hadn't she seen it before?
Without waiting, Narcissa stood up and found a quill and parchment. She set to writing a letter, hastily explaining the situation as well as making an offer.
She read her letter over when it was finished, but instantly realized that it was missing something. A good offer needed to be upfront about its benefits, to ensure that it caught the eye of the one being propositioned. She absolutely needed the man she was addressing to accept her offer… so she should make clear what it entailed.
Narcissa left the desk she was using, picking up a wizard camera from the shelf. She locked the door with a swish of her wand, then placed the camera on a table and set a timer for it to take a photo.
Walking into shot, Narcissa sat regally on the sill of the nearest window, looking proper as any lady should be able to. Just as the camera was about to snap its photograph, she placed both hands on the collar of her dress, and yanked it down.
Her breasts popped into sight, sticking out of her collar, even though her expression didn't change. They weren't the biggest, but she was very proud of their shape for her age, especially as a mother. They'd lost little of the pert perkiness they possessed in her youth, when she was considered the most eligible bachelorette out of the Sacred 28. She stared at the camera as it captured an image of her. Then, Narcissa fixed her dress and stood up, walking over to check the finished product.
The camera fed out a small scrap, and Narcissa picked it up, turning it over in her hands. She watched herself drag down her dress, going from the perfect pureblood lady to a flirting minx with one quick move. The Narcissa in the photograph fixed her dress and pulled it down again in a permanent loop, repeatedly revealing her breasts, and even threw in a few winks and blew a couple kisses. Narcissa frowned at the extra zeal her copy showed, but decided that it was no matter. This would do nicely.
She attached the photograph, sealed the letter, and sent it off by owl that very day. In the evening, she got her response.
He said yes.
The next day.
"Mother, I require thirty galleons— Mother!?"
In the same parlor room where they talked the day before, Draca Malfoy leaped back with surprise, so shocked that she dropped her bottle of Firewhiskey on the floor.
The chair Narcissa usually sat in was occupied by someone other than Draca's mother. Not just someone, but a MAN. A large man with black hair, a lightning bolt shaped scar, and a cocky smirk. He was very muscular, which Draca could see all too well considering he was naked. As was her mother.
Narcissa Malfoy was on her knees, completely nude, with her head glued to the man's crotch, slurping loudly. At the sound of her daughter's voice, Narcissa dragged her head back. Draca was astounded when more and more dick kept appearing, until a full nine inches slid out of her mother's throat.
"Hello Draca," Narcissa said. Her voice was hoarse from the work her throat had been doing. "Nice of you to join us."
"What is HE doing here?" Draca demanded. "And what are the two of you doing?"
"She's sucking my dick," Harry Potter said. "Can't you tell."
Narcissa nodded. "Indeed."
"I can see that!" Draca sputtered.
"Then why did you ask?" Harry said.
"Well I meant— WHY are you doing that?"
"Because it's a very nice dick." Narcissa stroked Harry's slobbery shaft as she spoke to her daughter. "Let's be mature about this now, dear. Your father has been in Azkaban for a year now, and he won't be getting out. Us ladies have our needs."
Pulling a face that showed what she thought of hearing about her mother's sexual desires, Draca said, "I don't care if you needed a shag. Couldn't you have picked ANYONE else?"
"You said it yourself, dear," Narcissa said. "The winning side wants nothing to do with us, and our old pureblood allies consider us betrayers. I don't have many options for lovers, especially not ones as hot or as hung as Harry."
"You're such a charmer, Narcissa," Harry said.
"I have many other talents as well," she said. "I can't wait to give you an exhaustive tour of them."
"Make him leave."
"What was that, dear?" Narcissa asked.
"MAKE HIM LEAVE!" Draca screamed.
"Ah. I cannot do that," Narcissa said. "I invited Harry to stay all week, and I'm not in the habit of breaking promises. He'll be around for a full seven days. I plan to make good use of that time."
"Would you mind giving us some privacy?" Harry asked. "We were in the middle of something. Unless, of course, you'd like to stay. You're welcome to, but you'll have to behave."
Authority flooded his voice as he said behave. Draca knew the meaning of the word, of course, but she'd never heard it said like this. It was an order, pure and simple, and it would be OBEYED. Harry would brook nothing else.
She'd been living the best way she could in the circumstances. She used alcohol and gambling for pleasure, living happily in her own hedonistic ways. What he was saying was the complete opposite to the freedoms she'd enjoyed!
So why did it sound so… tempting to give in?
"Do what you want!" Draca snapped, spinning on her heels.
Suddenly, there was a rush of wind beside her. The alcohol bottle she dropped had fixed itself, the parts that shattered coming back together and Firewhisky reappearing inside. It shot up into her hand. She looked back once, and saw Harry with his hand extended.
He did all of that wandlessly, without an incantation, and with her mother deepthroating his cock. Narcissa had already pushed her head all the way down him until she was kissing his groin, Harry's other hand stroking her blond hair. Harry winked.
Not able to completely ignore the power her oldest rival just showed, Draca stormed out of the room.
She'd just have to stay out of their way. How long could seven days really feel?
Second day of Harry's stay.
"Mother, have you seen my hair ties? I summoned them, but they didn't come."
As she asked the question, Draca Malfoy made the great mistake of walking into her mother's bedroom in the morning. For the second time in two days, she found Harry Potter's dick stuffed down Narcissa's mouth.
This time, the oral service was reciprocal. Harry's head was buried between Narcissa's thighs as she lay above him, both totally naked in Narcissa's bed. Narcissa glanced over at Draca, her eyes watering from the volume of cock meat she was throating. Her makeup was runny, and her hair was tied back with a very familiar tie.
Narcissa started to drag her head up, but Draca had already stormed out. "Nevermind!"
Behind her, she heard Harry's voice, heavily muffled.
"Was someone there?"
"Don't worry, dear," Narcissa said. "Just relax."
This was followed by a deep gulping sound. Her hair hanging down messily, Draca angrily marched away, putting enough distance that she wouldn't hear them.
Third day of Harry's stay.
"Why are you even here?" Draca asked.
Munching on the dinner the Malfoy elves prepared, Harry didn't look offended by the question.
"Narcissa wanted to reconnect," he said. "And to thank me properly for testifying for you two during the trials. I didn't have any reason to refuse."
"Isn't it great to have him?" Narcissa asked.
"For you, maybe," Draca snapped.
She'd been so distracted by her nemesis's presence that she couldn't enjoy any of her usual pastimes! She hadn't gambled since he arrived, and alcohol lost its appeal. She didn't want to lower her guard unnecessarily. Then, there were the strange feelings she caught herself with a couple of times, unplaceable yearnings that she couldn't decipher.
"I'm done," she announced, standing up and carrying her cleaned plate to the kitchen. There were elves that could do this work, but she wanted to escape the dining room.
She placed her plate in the sink, then walked past the dining room on her way back to her bedroom. As she went by the door, she heard feminine giggles followed by a loud moan.
Without thinking, Draca looked over, only to find her mother's fancy robes half shredded as Harry had her pressed to the table, his dick pulled out of his pants. Harry was thrusting into her from above, roughly groping Narcissa's breasts.
"Seriously? Already?" Draca exclaimed.
"It's just a bit of after dinner dessert," Narcissa said. "You've always had a sweet tooth, so you should understand. Do you want to join us?"
"Like Merlin I do!" Draca explained, huffing and leaving as quickly as she could.
It was a ridiculous offer. Preposterous! So why did part of her feel sad, having turned it down?
Fourth Day of Harry's stay.
Draca looked both directions. She was wearing a bathrobe, having left her room for a morning shower. She crept through the hall, keeping her eyes peeled for any sign of Harry and her mother. She was sick of running into their dalliances. Sick of it! So she was moving carefully.
She peeled her ears when she got to the bathroom, listening for running water. There was none. Draca pulled open the door, jumped inside, and shut it behind her, smiling as she prepared to shower. She had her robe half open when she spotted the curtain pulled back.
Harry had her mother bent over in the bathtub. He was easing his dick through her slowly, not fucking her with loud clapping flesh but instead doing it with methodical thrusts, allowing to feel every inch of him. Rather than moaning, Narcissa was gathering shaky breaths one after another. Draca just gaped.
"In the bathroom, you two!?" she said.
Harry looked over, smiling casually like he wasn't buried up to his balls in a bent over milf.
"Sorry Draca," he apologized insincerely. "We came to take a shower together and got held up."
"The water isn't even on!" Draca said.
"We didn't get that far," Harry admitted. "Nice tits, by the way."
Blushing bright red, Draca yanked her robe closed, covering the breasts she accidentally flashed him with. Narcissa tossed her head back, her eyes rolling around in their sockets. She released a moan that echoed in the small room, and Draca just knew that Narcissa had orgasmed. She knew because that was the exact face Draca always pulled when SHE came.
For the briefest of moments, Draca suddenly pictured herself as the one bent over. She pictured what Harry's massive penis would feel like inside of her. She'd seen it over and over these last few days. If that dick was attached to anyone else, she would've already pounced on it. But no, it just had to be wasted on the most arrogant, irritating, cocky, sexy Gryffindor she'd ever met.
Wait. She didn't mean that last one!
Even her internal monologue was starting to go crazy. With a wild scream, Draca spun around and left the room, slamming the door behind her to blot out the sight of Harry and Narcissa.
Once she was gone, Harry reached down, pulling Narcissa up straight. He draped his arms over her, groping her breasts while he pressed her body to his, starting to thrust faster.
"You know, I think we almost had her," he said. "I think she'll cave by tomorrow evening."
"You are a stunning man, Harry, but you don't know my daughter like I do," Narcissa said. "She'll have given in by tonight."
"Shall we get a little more practice in before that, then," Harry asked, nuzzling Narcissa's nose with his own.
She melted into him. They kissed, their flesh clapping while his hands roved her body. In another part of the manor, Draca Malfoy dove onto her bed, her robes loosening in key places as she did. She lay face down with her head buried in a pillow, her fingers sliding down her body, slipping into her pussy. But her fingers felt very small, and they didn't do anything to quell the things she was starting to feel, no matter how fast she moved them.
She needed more. She knew exactly where to get it, too…
As much as she didn't want to admit it.
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