Harry Potter: Backstep

"A bit too formal, don't you think?" Harry remarked from the doorway, amused.

Septima quickly whirled around in surprise and a smile lit up her face at the sight of him.

"Harry, you scared me! Come on in already!"

Harry chuckled and walked in, raising an eyebrow when she flicked her wand and shut the door behind her.

"I hope you don't mind… I just want to keep this private," she told him awkwardly.

Harry smirked as he walked closer. "Being in a closed room with a beautiful woman. You think I'd mind?"

Septima blushed cutely at his remark and averted her eyes. Harry smirked.

"So, should we get started?" He asked, sparing more of her blushes.

She took a deep breath and turned to him, her demeanor doing a complete 180. She looked entirely focused and gave him a firm nod.

"Please take your seat, Mr. Peverell," she said authoritatively. Harry raised an eyebrow but complied, sitting down. "Since this is our first lesson today, I believe we should start with the basics of Arithmancy and what you can expect of this subject."

Harry nodded and patiently listened to her, growing impressed by the second as she kept speaking. She truly had a knack for the subject and from what little he knew about Arithmancy from his own work with Hermione and Narcissa back in his previous timeline, he could say that her basics were very solid, perhaps even more than Narcissa.

"I hope you'd been paying attention, Mr. Peverell?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded with a cheeky grin.

Septima had to force herself not to laugh at him and she nodded. "Do tell me then. If a witch's birth date is September 15, 1950, what would be her Arithmantic birth number?"

Harry thought the witch was insulting his intelligence here but then he realized this class was supposed to be for new students who might not know the calculation concept if they had not been paying attention.

"30, Professor. It is the sum of all the digits in a person's birth date."

"Correct. Good that you were paying attention," Septima nodded.

"Septima," Harry called out, and the witch paused, looking at him curiously.

"Did I do something wrong there?" She asked, and Harry shook his head. He told her about how he knew her objective here but suggested they switch up their approach a bit.

"I might be pants at the subject but even I know a thing or two about it. If we really want to evaluate your teaching prowess then I think you should work with me on something I don't know about… spell creation, perhaps?"

"Spell creation?" She asked in surprise. "You sure?"

"Sounds like a challenge, so it should give you enough idea about how well in the waters you are," he nodded.

"Well, I guess you got a point there," she muttered before she nodded resolutely. "All right then. Let's get started."

Over the next few hours, Harry learned the preliminaries of spell creation from Septima and he reiterated his previous thoughts to himself. She was one hell of an educator and he realized just how she had successfully taught the subject for well over two decades. She had the makings of a wonderful professor.

He also observed her for the other traits that a professor should have and although she did seem a bit inexperienced considering how hard she seemed to be trying, it was nothing to worry about. Those things would resolve on their own with time.

"All right then, Mr. Peverell," she said once she deemed it enough for the day. "Before we end the lesson, I've got an idea. How about I give you a problem to solve?"

"Sure, Professor," Harry called out with an excited grin. Septima shook her head at his antics, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Well, then. Create a possible incantation for a spell that has an Arithmantic value of 342."

Harry's eyes widened slightly and he gazed at the brunette who smirked at him.

'A challenge, huh? I see,' Harry thought. He flicked his wand to conjure a sheet of parchment and a self-inking quill and got to work.

Septima leaned against her desk, watching him go about his task and she did not miss how meticulous he looked as he worked. She knew he was a genius and a very accomplished wizard and it felt nice to see his diligence at work. It was a challenge for a newbie to create a spell incantation but she was confident that Harry was capable of doing it.

As he worked, she also could not help but admire his features from where she stood. She was a young woman and it was hard to miss the very attractive man in front of her. In such a short span, they had become good friends and although they had not yet spent much time with each other outside of official commitments, she hoped that now with her living at Hogwarts as well, things would change and they could get to know each other better.

Harry was not so obtuse as to not know when he was being ogled and he stifled a smirk. With a flourish, he swept the quill over the parchment and suddenly looked up, straight at her.

Septima quickly composed herself as she was forced off her nice staring session. She averted her eyes, clearing her throat when she saw the smirk on his face.

"So you're done, Mr. Peverell?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry smirked and Septima could not stop the blood that rushed to her cheeks. She took deep breaths to compose himself, the suggestive tone with which he addressed her impossible to miss.

"All right, then," she nodded. "Do tell the incantation you just developed."

"Why don't I show you instead?" Harry smirked.

Septima's eyes widened as he stood up and got out of his seat, walking closer. She had to tilt her head upward to meet his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" She exclaimed. "You mean to tell me you just didn't create a possible incantation but you developed a spell so quickly as well?"

"Just needed a little bit of tweaking, is all," Harry smirked. "Wasn't that what you said? Imbue intent while complying with the rules of Arithmancy and I'll be able to craft a spell?"

Septima nodded dumbly, shocked that he had created a spell in only a few hours of proper lessons with her.

"A-All right, show me then," she managed.

Harry smirked. "I think it'd be a bad idea to do this in here with no protective enchantments on. I hope you don't mind if I take a few liberties with your classroom? The spell I visualized when I created this can be a bit… violent."

All she could do was shake her head as she watched Harry wave his wand in an arc. All the seats were banished to one corner of the classroom, leaving the middle cleared. With another flick of his wand, he erected glowing barriers on all sides apart from theirs.

"Ready to see the fruits of your teaching?" He asked.

Septima nodded slowly as she stood beside him, watching.

Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the ground. He whispered, and his voice sent a shiver up her spine.

"Fulgura Exuro."

A wave of blue fire shot out of Harry's wand, striking the floor right in the middle of his shields. Septima watched, fascinated, as the flames spread around, crackling with lightning that rained down like whips all over the floor. Chunks of rocks cracked from the floor and they blew apart as the bolts of lightning rained down on them, destroying everything within the range.

Following Harry's will, the lightning fire slowly dissipated and he took the shields down. Septima stared at the destroyed floor for a long while before Harry waved his wand and quickly fixed it.

"What was that spell?" She asked in a whisper.

"Exactly what it looked like. A combination of fire and electricity. I can imagine it having wide-area effects but it works pretty well while contained as well."

"I can imagine that. And you managed it already…"

Harry merely shrugged, amused.

"You could be a warder or an enchanter very easily, Harry," Septima remarked as she walked over to her desk and leaned against it. Harry turned around and gazed at her.

"I prefer a bit more action-oriented career. When I grow old, maybe I'll see."

Septima shook her head, beyond impressed.

"I can't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now."

"Then don't," Harry said firmly. Surprised, she gazed into his intense emerald orbs and gulped when he started walking toward her.

Harry stepped close, forcing her to look up into his eyes, and spoke sincerely, "You are a wonderful teacher. In only a couple of hours, you managed to teach me how spell-crafting works. Agreed that I used my own knowledge and brain to actually get it done but it would've been impossible if you hadn't explained how it all truly works and links together."

Septima stared up at him with her eyes wide in fascination.

"I really don't think you have any reason to doubt that you won't succeed with the students, Septima. Just keep being who you are and you'll do brilliantly. I have no doubts about that."

To his surprise, she flung her arms around him, hugging him fiercely. His surprise lasted for only a second or two and with a smile, he wrapped his arms around her as well, hugging her back.

Septima slowly extracted herself from the hug, blushing profusely. She averted her eyes from him. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me."

"Hey, a beautiful woman hugging me? I'd be an idiot to mind that," he quipped teasingly.

That seemed to break the ice and Septima burst into laughter, staring at him with mirth shining in her eyes and Harry joined in, chuckling.

"Thank you, Harry," she said softly after a few moments when her laugh subsided. She gazed tenderly at him as he smiled. "It means a lot to me."

"Anytime, Septima," he replied.

"Tima," she said softly. "You can call me Tima from now on."

Smiling, Harry nodded.

-Break-

Although Harry believed they did not need any more sessions, the desire to spend more time with her in private won out and he suggested they continue their practices so that she could get even better at teaching and he could learn more about Arithmancy.

Unbeknownst to him, Septima had been searching for a way to get him to agree to continue their sessions, her desire the same as his, and she eagerly agreed to both his proposal and his reasoning.

Harry left Septima in her classroom a few minutes later, confident that things had progressed between them and they had grown much closer than before.

As he was walking down the corridor that led to the Charms classroom, he spotted none other than Professor Flitwick walk out. The diminutive half-goblin turned around and his eyes fell on Harry. Smiling, the two men approached each other.

"Didn't see you at breakfast today, Filius," Harry remarked, shaking the man's hand.

"I was in the ministry, Harry," Flitwick replied. At his raised eyebrow, he smirked, "To file in my recommendation. You should be getting an official letter soon."

"You have to do it in person?" Harry asked as they began walking.

"Not really, but considering it has been years since I recommended a representative, I thought a personal visit was warranted," Flitwick replied.

Harry nodded absently as he walked. "Filius, can I trouble you with something?"

"Oh, I don't know if I want to be troubled, to be honest," Flitwick chuckled. "Go on. What do you want?"

"Can I get memories of a few high-level duels you either witnessed or were a part of? I feel it'd help me quite a bit to actually learn how things are done and what I can truly expect."

"Sure," Flitwick smiled. "I shall arrange what I can and send the memories to you. But do you have a pensieve to watch them?"

"I'm sure I'll manage," Harry smirked. The Room of Requirement was easily capable enough for him to arrange something that would help him watch memories.

"All right then, I'll get you sorted out. Maybe I'll reach out to some old friends and see if they've got any interesting ones."

"That'd be tasty, thanks!" Harry grinned.

As they walked down the stairs, Harry thought about the things he had on his plate at the moment.

The biggest concern was Voldemort and he was already doing all he could to both weaken him and get stronger. Fleamont had yet to contact him for a meeting with whatever allies he had mentioned, and Dumbledore did not seem to be in any sort of hurry either. He could not blame them for their lack of urgency, to be honest.

The general populace had no clue that something was coming and even if the lords did, they did not know how severe things could turn out to be. As such, it was natural that they would not be in any sort of rush.

It seemed he would have to put the political side of things on hold, at least until something concrete seemed to be developing behind the scenes, and give Dumbledore and Fleamont the time they seemed to need.

Voldemort and his lackeys also seemed to be focusing on recruitment right now and he already had plans on that front. He'd like to see how much they'd be impacted when he took away a few big players from their camp.

His magical training was going as well as it could but he knew he needed to keep at it if he wanted to not just defeat but absolutely crush Voldemort when they met on the field of battle. He was not delusional enough to believe that he would be able to dominate the big bad guy the way he was right now and much more improvement was necessary if he wanted to get it done. Voldemort had toyed with him in most of their encounters and although he had been a child for most of those, the stinging humiliation hurt all the same. His pride demanded nothing but for him to crush Voldemort when they fought.

"I'll see you later then, Harry," Flitwick said, pulling him out of his thoughts. Harry blinked and smiled at his former professor as the two shook hands once again and he watched him walk away.

As the older wizard turned the corner to where he knew the staff room was, Harry began walking toward the exit. It had been a while now since he had come here in this timeline and it was high time he started working on properly creating a life here. He could not simply keep working on defeating Voldemort. He had a long life ahead of him and he had visions for how he wanted to live.

The Room of Requirement had given him a nice start, bringing over items worth a decent chunk of gold but now it was time to put his future knowledge to good use and magnify his net worth.

Harry walked out of the castle and into the massive courtyard, recalling how Voldemort had paraded his not-so-dead body right here before the bastard had run away with his tail tucked between his legs. As he found himself outside the ancient Hogwarts wards, he twisted on the spot and apparated away with a soft, barely audible crack.

-Break-

Harry knew there was little of worth he could do that would earn him a fortune in the wizarding world. Most of the businesses were private and the best option for him here was if he created a brand and it boomed. As a result, he opted for the method that had earned the Malfoys their massive fortune.

For all their derision, those pureblood pricks surely loved the muggle world and the businesses that existed there.

Harry knew the goblins of Gringotts were the ones who dealt with the commercial side of things and since he had no idea how he could invest in the muggle markets the muggle way, he had to rely on those sneaky bastards no matter how much he detested it. He resolved to learn muggle investing soon though so that he would not have to deal with the goblins any more than necessary.

The tall marble walls of Gringotts were as imposing as always but Harry walked in, undeterred. He did not miss how every goblin's eyes trained on him as he entered, dressed casually but with an air of regality that the older Narcissa had meticulously helped him develop around himself. The Peverell ring was proudly on display and he smirked when he saw the sneering bastards squirming in their seats at the sight of him.

There was no queue in front of the teller in the middle and Harry helped himself to the spot. It was a different goblin this time.

"Lord Peverell, how may Gringotts help you on this fine day?"

Harry blinked, surprised with the politeness in the goblin's voice. The creature's beady eyes gazed at him and Harry smirked to himself. The goblin reeked of greed and he knew just why.

Money. These bastards loved money. After him claiming the Peverell seat, they expected him to start working on the finances, obviously knowing about the little funds that lay in his vault.

"I would like to discuss some… investments with your institution. The muggle kind."

Harry's mirth increased when the goblin's eyes glinted.

"Certainly, my Lord Peverell. If you would join me in the antechamber please," the goblin said, getting out of his seat. Another goblin immediately replaced him.

Harry shrugged to himself and followed the goblin who led him through the corridors and into an ornate office that screamed high society. Harry was not sure he had seen so many goblin-crafted artifacts in one place before.

"Please have a seat, my lord," the goblin gestured and Harry sat down, leaning back comfortably in the chair. "Now then, I believe you are interested in the muggle stock market? You would be pleased to know that Gringotts is the largest broker for witches and wizards all over the world and we facilitate trading at your leisure. I assure you that you would be very content with our services."

"I'll be the judge of it," Harry smiled thinly.

The goblin definitely did not like his response but his smile and polite demeanor did not vanish. Instead, he doubled down on it.

"Certainly, my Lord Peverell. Certainly," the goblin smiled. "If you could just sign these documents, we would have your investment account set up right away."

Harry chuckled to himself when he saw the goblin pull out a sheet of parchment from under his table. As he looked it over, he discovered the cheeky bugger had already filled out all the necessary details and only his signature remained. These creatures surely did not like to waste time on useless paperwork, it seemed.

Harry found nothing out of the ordinary and signed away. The goblin accepted the parchment back and sent it flying away.

"Well then, your account is set up with us and we can get started right away if you wish. What is the investment amount we are looking at here?"

"Sixty-five thousand galleons," Harry smirked and slammed a moleskin pouch on the table in front of a wide-eyed goblin. "I'm sure Gringotts can easily handle such an amount?"

Even a thousand galleons had been enough for witches and wizards to put their lives on the line back in 1994. Harry had an idea of how much these sixty-five thousand galleons must have been worth 18 years in the past.

The goblin blinked before a wicked gleam entered his eyes.

"I believe we'd be having a very fruitful partnership, Lord Peverell," he said, grinning. "Your investment account manager shall contact you within two days. Thank you for trusting Gringotts with your valuable assets."

Harry merely nodded with an amused face.

"I shall await the communication then," he replied and stood up. The goblin followed suit and together, they walked back to the main lobby.

Harry had nothing else to do in Gringotts and he immediately left, reluctant to spend more time in there than necessary. Walking down the marble staircase, he surveyed Diagon Alley and his eyes fell on Mr. Fortesque's Ice cream shop.

A reminiscent smile grew on his face as he recalled the kind man who had to keep his business shut for years because Death Eaters had decided that everyone deserved to see misery all around them and had attacked his shop. The man had thankfully not been harmed, which was a relief.

He walked over to the shop and was not surprised to see a large crowd. His Ice creams were coveted by children and adults alike and not a table was empty.

'Eh, I can eat while standing,' he thought to himself and walked over, contentedly standing in the queue.

A few minutes passed and Harry stood patiently, waiting for his turn to arrive when he heard someone call his name. He froze, recognizing the voice, and slowly turned to see a familiar face framed by lustrous crimson hair and a pair of brilliant emerald orbs staring at him with a bright grin.

"Harry! What are you doing here!?" Lily Evans smiled as she saw him and quickly came over.

Harry composed himself and smiled at her.

"Nothing. Just thought about grabbing an ice cream. Been waiting for my turn," he chuckled.

"You'll keep waiting with this crowd. Come with me."

Harry was surprised when she grabbed his hand and began pulling him with her.

"H-Hey, Lily… wait. Where are you taking me?" He asked in surprise as he let her pull him.

"It's my best friend's shop. We've got our own place back here. Come on, you can join us," she grinned at him over her shoulder. "There ain't an empty seat out there anyway."

She pulled him through a wooden door and into a room that looked magically expanded. The room was filled with a variety of games—both magical and muggle, creating a very lively atmosphere.

Harry was particularly impressed by the large, sleek pool table in the middle of the room and a poker table near the opposite wall.

"Hey, girls! Look who I found outside!" Lily said excitedly and Harry spotted two girls sitting by a wizarding chessboard turn around. Their eyes widened at the sight of him and it was impossible for Harry to miss the flushes that overtook their features.

Lily pulled him with her and made him sit in a chair, taking her seat which happened to be right beside him. The two other girls sat on the remaining two chairs, their mouths slightly open as they stared at him.

"Why are you two staring at him like he's a piece of meat?" Lily asked in a disapproving tone, slapping both girls' thighs. That shook them out of their stupor and they blinked, blushing.

"S-Sorry," they stammered. Harry smiled and waved their apologies away. He knew his magic was at work again, attracting the witches.

"Anyways," Lily slapped the brunette on her arm. "Alice, Harry was waiting outside to place his order. Can we get his ice cream here?"

The brunette nodded and turned to Harry. She gave him a blushing smile and asked, "What would you like, Lord Peverell?"

"Please call me Harry," Harry smiled gently. "Any friends of Lily are my friends."

Lily smiled at him and said, "You should try the Butterbeer Soft Serve. I love that one."

"Might as well," Harry chuckled.

Alice nodded and tapped her wand against a table to her left. The ice cream appeared in an instant.

"Home service, always the fastest," the other girl chuckled. She blushed when Harry turned to her but quickly composed herself. Harry had to admit that he was impressed. "Hi, Lor—I mean… Harry. Hi, Harry. I'm Marlene McKinnon. Lily's best friend."

Harry shook the girl's hand, ignoring how she seemed to linger a bit before pulling away. He accepted the plate of ice cream Alice handed over to him and feeling a bit playful, he remarked, "McKinnon? Not Fortesque? 'Cause Lily told me outside that this is her best friend's shop."

Marlene turned to Lily, her eyes full of betrayal and Harry watched, mirthfully eating his ice cream as Lily's eyes widened. She gave him a playful glare and shook her head at Marlene.

"You know you both are my best friends. I can't just choose one over the other," she placated before turning to him. "And you… Alice and Marlene are both my best friends and this is the shop of one of my best friends. Clear now?"

"Crystal," Harry smirked.

"Rook to B6," Alice called out suddenly and let out a triumphant grin. "And that's what I believe we call a check and mate."

Marlene stared at the chessboard in disbelief for a few seconds. She shrugged, "Whatever. I didn't want to win anyway."

Harry chuckled to himself as he ate, exchanging a mirthful glance with Lily. He was surprised to see just how comfortable they were being around each other and it honestly surprised him. He did not believe they had gotten so open with each other in the little time they had spent together back at Hogwarts.

However, there was something he reiterated to himself. Although he did feel protective of her, no hint of familial thoughts arose within him when he gazed at her. He was truly in an entirely different, unrelated world and he did not know how to truly feel about it.

"So… tell us a bit about yourself, Harry," Marlene, who Harry had discovered by now to be the more unpredictable and confident one, asked.

"Nothing much to tell, really," Harry replied and told her the basics about himself.

"Still, you've quickly become very famous. My father was very surprised to know that there was a new lord of House Peverell. They've been gone for years now," Marlene remarked.

"Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot lately," Harry chuckled.

Harry lost track of time as he talked with the three girls, all getting to know each other better. They all grew comfortable with each other as their conversation went on and Harry did not need to be a genius to realize that Marlene was a very flirtatious girl who must have no problems having boys lining up for her while the other two witches seemed like they usually kept the blonde in check, being more mature than her.

If he was being honest with himself, he did not think any of the three girls would have any issues attracting any boy they might want. Their obvious beauties aside, Marlene and Lily were outgoing witches and Alice did not seem much behind them either once she got over the initial shyness.

Harry was very pleased to get to know them more, and Lily in particular. He knew she was not his mother but it was still an eye-opening experience to see what kind of person she was in reality.

Marlene and Alice were also delightful company and Harry could easily see himself becoming friends with all three witches.

From their talks, he also discovered that all three witches were academically brilliant and motivated, having started working for their NEWTs a while ago. They had less than a year until they graduated and all were aspiring for the best grades.

Harry told them that as Dumbledore's apprentice, he might be taking a few of their classes as well and the girls did not miss the chance to pounce on it, extracting the promise for him to help them out with a few pointers they might need in any of their subjects. Harry was happy to help and even though he believed they would not need it, he agreed, much to their combined delight.

As another game of wizarding chess ended up in favor of Alice, a beeping sound rang around and Lily jerked. Everyone turned to her as she turned off the alarm on her wristwatch.

"Would you look at that? It's been two hours already," she remarked.

"Now that you mention it, it does feel like it," Marlene said with a groan as she stretched, with the other two girls following suit.

Harry merely sat, leaning back comfortably in his chair and he could not help but stare at their large tits as they pushed out, straining against their tops. He averted his eyes and let out a faint yawn as the girls sat properly once again.

"I should get going now," Harry remarked, gaining their attention.

"Already? It's only a little over five," Marlene remarked with a frown.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid I've got to train as well."

"Training? What for?" Lily asked curiously.

"Well, I guess you'll know soon anyway. I'm planning to join the circuit."

"You'll be fighting in the Euros!?" Alice asked in shock, earning a nod from him. "Wow."

"Filius is overseeing it for me, with the recommendations and all, and it should be made official soon," Harry replied, smiling at their surprised expressions.

"Recommended by Professor Flitwick himself? That's brilliant!" Lily gave him what he perceived as a proud smile.

"Innit?" Alice smiled. "I'm sure you'll do very well, Harry."

The two other girls nodded in agreement, earning a smile from him.

"Thanks," he smiled, making them blush.

"If you want, you can come over here in the back for ice cream or to hang out. You're cool," Alice told him as he stood up.

Surprised, Harry gazed at her and nodded.

"All right, I'll keep that in mind. Thanks," he smiled. "I should be going now."

The girls stood up as one and watched Harry as he turned on the spot and apparated away.

The room was silent for a few moments before Marlene's squeal broke it. "Oh Morgana he's so hot!"

-Break-

Narcissa let out a throaty moan as Harry's lips sucked harshly on her lower lips, his tongue probing gently, a perfect contrast. She was propped up against the pillows the room had conjured for them, looking down on him and she reached out, gently stroking his hair. He glanced up at her and winked, coaxing a giggle out of her.

It was late night and they had arrived back from having dinner half an hour ago. No one at Hogwarts had any clue that they had been spending so much intimate time together or that anything was going on between them. Madam Pomfrey might have some clue considering a few remarks she had offhandedly made but she did not think her mentor truly knew about her relationship with Harry.

She caressed his scalp gently and he pulled his mouth off her gushing womanhood, sliding up and hovering over her. She leaned closer, tasting herself on his lips as they kissed. Harry pulled back and started dropping sensuous kisses down her jaw and along the sensitive skin of her neck, making her arch back sexily as she enjoyed the feeling of his hands on her tits. This man excited her beyond explanation and she cursed her ill fortune for making her wait so long for him, instead forcing her to be shackled to Malfoy of all people. Speaking of Malfoy…

"So you changed your mind about meeting him, huh?" She breathed as she stroked his back, gazing into his emerald orbs when he pulled back and stared her down. The intensity in those made her shiver delightedly.

"Not changed, delayed a bit," Harry smirked, nuzzling her face playfully. Narcissa let out a tinkling laugh. Harry smiled. "His days are numbered anyway, and I didn't wanna miss out on playing with his worthless pride for a bit. Putting him in his place was the least I could do."

"Knowing whatever little I know about him, he'd be pissed," she chuckled.

"That's the plan," Harry smirked. "Malfoy thinks he's Merlin's gift to the world. He severely overestimates both his worth and his station. Pricks like him deserve a reality check."

"And then?" She asked, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Her large, voluptuous tits pressed sexily against his solid chest as she planted a soft kiss on his lips. "What would you do when you've had your fun with him?"

"I think you know exactly what I'd do," he replied huskily.

Narcissa leaned back and gazed at him with wanton lust shining in her eyes. "I still wanna hear it."

Harry stared at her for a few seconds before he let out a smirk. "I'll make sure you'll never have to even think about him. I'll free you from this pesky betrothal. And I'll ensure you'll spend the rest of your days just like this… hot and naked under me as I have my way with you."

Narcissa's eyes darkened further in lust and she swiftly rolled them over, pinning him beneath her as she straddled him. She pressed her inflamed pussy over his massive cock and began rolling sexily. Harry gazed at her with a grin.

"Not that I'd ever mind that," she whispered, leaning over and pressing herself against him. "But I'd prefer to be on top for this one."

Smirking, Harry reached over and cupped her delicious bum, squeezing firmly. He lifted her arse just as she reached behind herself, grabbing his manhood by the base and aligning him with her entrance.

Their gasps echoed in the room as Narcissa slammed herself down on his cock with a lewd, wet squelch, burying his entire length inside her.

"Ah yes…" She moaned as Harry's girth spread her hot, tight walls wide open. Slowly, he dragged his hands over her belly and grabbed her large, gravity-defying breasts as she bottomed out and rocked her hips on top of his cock.

Narcissa rested her palms on his solid chest and with a wicked grin, she started to bounce up and down on him.

"Ah yes… ah fuck yes…" She kept moaning.

Harry grinned at her as he played with her bouncing tits, loving how they felt in his hands as Narcissa picked up speed, her breasts jiggling in his hands. He desired to watch their movements and he pulled his hands away, holding her by the waist and enjoying the sight of her lovely tits rolling and slamming against each other as she fucked herself on his cock.

Tightening his hold on her waist, Harry planted his legs on the bed and began to slam upward into her, meeting her furious bouncing with his hard thrusts. He groaned as he plunged into her sweltering, tight depths, loving how heavenly it felt with her slick walls hugging him.

"I'm close… oh I'm close," She moaned and started rolling her hips, squeezing her walls tightly around him and Harry grunted as he felt his orgasm approaching at a furious pace as well.

"Oh you cheating minx," he whispered, grabbing her hair and pulling her firmly against him. Narcissa kept rocking her hips expertly, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm.

"You mad?" She asked huskily. Harry's response was to smash his lips against hers in a desperate kiss as he slammed roughly inside her, feeling his orgasm imminent.

Narcissa inhaled sharply into the kiss as she started shivering on top of him and Harry clutched her as hard as her inner walls clutched on to his cock. Her hips shook wildly on him and her thighs quivered as she came, her moan smothered by his demanding lips as he kissed her. Narcissa roughly fucked herself on him, chasing and riding her climax as Harry kept thrusting inside her until he erupted deep within her quivering snatch.

He gasped into the kiss, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot cum deep inside her.

Panting and breathing deeply, they pulled back and Harry rolled them over so they were side by side, holding each other close. His cock still pulsed inside her quim and Narcissa groaned as he slowly slid out of her.

Draped over him naked and sweaty with her womanhood full of his hot, potent seed, Narcissa lay panting as she silently listened to his heartbeat.

Harry was gently running his fingers over the curve of her naked arse when he felt her stir.

"Harry," she said softly.

"Hmm?"

"You're gonna kill Malfoy and Lestrange, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you're gonna go after my sister too?"

Harry paused and glanced down, only to find her staring at him with hooded eyes.

"Yeah," he said finally.

Narcissa took a deep breath and gazed deeply into his emerald orbs.

"Then can you do something for me?"

Harry raised a curious eyebrow as he pulled her close. Narcissa adjusted herself, cuddling up properly against him.

"When you kill them," she whispered. "Please make sure they know you're fucking both me and my sister. Let them know you have what they never will."

Harry's eyes darkened with primal lust as he gazed at her. As she nodded firmly, he slid out from under her and pinned her on the bed. Her face to the side, Narcissa gazed at him out of the corner of her eyes as he leaned over, his face close to her ear. She shivered as his hot breath caressed her skin.

"I promise I will," he whispered. "They will know everything about us, and only then will they die."

Narcissa smiled at him triumphantly before her features contorted in pleasure. She let out a loud moan as Harry thrusted forward, slamming his cock through her slick walls and burying himself to the hilt inside her.

TBC.

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