Harry Potter: Backstep

Harry's emerald eyes blearily opened and he looked around. It did not take long for his eyes to fall on the naked figure of Narcissa draped over him and he smiled, gently running his fingers through her silky blonde locks. He chuckled when she nuzzled his chest and burrowed herself closer into his embrace.

He was perfectly fine with the pace they were going with. They had not gone all the way yet but last night had been special in its own right. He could have never imagined that she would be so good at blowing him off and inadvertently his eyes dropped to those sinful lips that were wrapped so eagerly around his length the previous night.

With Gwen and Rose, it was carnal and pure lust, and even though it was lust with Narcissa as well, she was special. She was someone he had formed a close bond with in his original timeline and he had somehow found her in this timeline as well. She was someone he was looking for a proper relationship with, and perhaps even more in the future. As such, he was happy to go along with whatever she was most comfortable with. So far, she had been very good at taking initiative and he was sure it would continue in the future.

Thinking about the future reminded him of a few things he wanted to take care of shortly. He had taken care of all the Horcruxes that were currently accessible to him. The locations of the diary and the cup were unknown. He did not know when Voldemort had given those two Horcruxes to Malfoy and Lestrange and since his terrorism had not begun so far, he could only assume he had yet to give them away.

Thus, he could focus on something else in the short term. Today, he would be claiming the lordship of House Peverell and it meant he would come even more on the radar of the pureblood houses. That was tolerable now. He had to go ahead with this endeavor if he wanted to diminish Voldemort's influence in the Wizengamot.

However, the most important task at hand was getting rid of this pesky betrothal that had been forced on Narcissa. He knew it was against her wishes and for both selfish and unselfish reasons, he would be taking care of it. He doubted he could convince the Blacks to simply nullify the contract, and to be honest, he did not want to. What he wanted was a permanent solution that did not involve a betrothal contract at all. Those customs were better left in the past. If something happened between him and Narcissa, it would be entirely organic.

Sadly, that left only one option for him. Something had to happen to dear Lucius Malfoy. Something permanent. He had a few ideas in mind – even a few choice spells that he was itching to try out – and he could think of few candidates that would make suitable guinea pigs than Lucius.

He did not know but he was absentmindedly stroking Narcissa's bare skin while he pondered on his plans and the blonde slowly stirred awake.

"Mornin'," she said sleepily. Harry looked at her and smiled.

"Mornin' to you too," he replied, dropping a faint kiss on her lips which made her smile.

"What're you thinking?" She asked, yawning a bit before wiggling slightly, pressing herself close to him. Her movement did nothing but excite a certain part of his body.

Harry rolled his eyes at her wicked smile before he suddenly felt her dainty soft hand wrap around his length.

"Nothing much," he replied, groaning softly as she began stroking him.

"Mm-hmm, sure it wasn't anything much," she replied with a wicked smile dancing on her lips. "You have a hot, naked woman cuddling up with you and you're thinking of nothing much. A very easily believable reply indeed."

"I was thinking of getting you out of this betrothal," he decided to tell her. Narcissa's hand stopped stroking his length abruptly and her eyes widened.

"What?" She asked in a whisper, looking at him in shock. Harry sighed.

"I don't want you to live with this burden anymore. We both know you want nothing to do with Malfoy and sorry if I'm overstepping my boundaries but I can't find it in myself to let it go on more than it already has."

"Harry…"

"Look, it's simple for me. I can respect customs and traditions but forcing someone to marry a person they don't want is pathetic and no one deserves it."

Narcissa remained silent with her head resting on his chest and feeling his soothing touch on the bare skin of her back. She didn't even realize that she still had her hand wrapped around his cock as her thoughts raced in her mind and she replayed Harry's words on repeat. Truth be told, she was very eager to agree. She loathed Malfoy. She'd held nothing but distaste for him ever since they were at Hogwarts and she had firmly told him more than once not to bother her. When her family agreed to the betrothal and she saw the smug look on the ponce's face, she felt so helpless it hurt. If only she had someone like Andi had Tonks… she would've seriously pondered absconding from her family as well.

This tryst with Harry had only been that – a tryst. Something to let her express herself without any inhibitions or judgment, to enjoy things free of any responsibilities until she was shackled to a lifetime of being paraded around as nothing but a trophy wife. She was aware that he had other lovers. A man as magnificent as him would have witches lining up for him and if the power she could feel rolling off him whenever they were close was anything to go by, he must be a voracious lover. There was no way one witch could satisfy or even keep up with him. As such, she had gone on the assumption that there were no strings attached between them. She had never expected that he would want to break her betrothal, however.

"How do you plan on doing that?" She asked softly, not dismissing the proposal. "You might be a Potter, but you don't have a lordship, Harry. Lucius is to be the lord of the Malfoy family. My family would never agree to break the betrothal in your favor."

"They would if dear Lucius is out of the picture," Harry said with steel in his voice and Narcissa jolted. Ashen-faced, she looked up at him only to find him staring at her with nothing but utter seriousness in his gaze. She could feel his resolve shining through.

"Hold on, Harry," she said hurriedly. "You don't need to kill him or anything just to save me from this betrothal."

"That's not the only reason," Harry said darkly. Narcissa looked at him with a frown.

"What are you not telling me, Harry?" She asked softly. Harry looked down at her and his eyes lost their glare. With a tired sigh, he pulled her close.

"I can't tell you the full truth, Cissa," he whispered and Narcissa shivered at the way he addressed her. She liked it whenever he called her that. She liked it a lot.

"What can you tell me then?"

Harry pursed his lips and looked at her.

"Dark times are coming," he said gravely. "And many pureblood houses, along with the Malfoys, will be at the heart of it all."

"Could you stop talking in riddles and speak clearly, mister?" She clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"There's this dark wizard – Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry began.

"The one who got that Special Services award in the forties? That Tom Riddle?"

"The very same," Harry nodded. "Although he did nothing to deserve it. Long story short, it was Tom who was behind the attacks and he framed an innocent person, almost destroying their life in the process. That's how he got that award. But that's not important. He is aiming to be the next dark lord. Instead of the continent, the war will take place on our island this time."

Narcissa's eyes widened.

"Tom uses the ideology of blood supremacy to attract bigots to his cause. His aim is to amass power while committing the genocide of all the half-bloods and muggleborns, and people like Lucius Malfoy will actively aid him in this endeavor along with all those bigoted assholes who believe they are superior. I'm sure you must know what kind of people I'm talking about here. Tell me it would be a loss if something were to happen to dear Lucius."

"How do you know all this?" She asked faintly. What Harry was talking about was something she could've never imagined.

"This Tom Riddle killed my parents when I was an infant," Harry informed her, to her utter shock. "I know all about him, perhaps more than even he does about himself."

"So that's why you've been homeschooled by proper trainers," Narcissa said in realization. "You're preparing for him. Wait, does Dumbledore know? Did he arrange for you to be homeschooled and now decided to make you his apprentice?"

"Yes, he knows," Harry nodded. "And no, he didn't arrange for anything. In fact, I told him all about Tom and his plans. Dumbledore is working on his side to prepare for the upcoming conflict while I'm working on mine."

Narcissa remained silent as she processed the revelation.

"Tell me, Narcissa," Harry began. "Is your sister Bellatrix also betrothed to someone? One Rudolphus Lestrange, perhaps?"

Narcissa's eyes widened.

"Wait a minute, I just realized something!" She said in shock. "How do you know me and my sister are betrothed to Malfoy and Lestrange? None of it is public knowledge and I never told you."

Harry's eyes widened. He had no idea it was unknown. How could he have known that the knowledge of the betrothals was kept a secret? The Narcissa from the future had never told him anything about it.

Narcissa quickly pulled away from his embrace, wrapped the sheets around her, and got off the bed, glaring at him.

"Who are you really? You're trying to use the Blacks for your own ends, aren't you?" She hissed. "You've been gathering information on our house. Even then, you couldn't have known about the betrothals unless…" She trailed off and her eyes widened. "There's a mole in the family."

Harry sighed and got off the bed, rolling his eyes when she stepped back and looked around. His Ash wand was in his hand in an instant and he held it aloft, watching how her eyes zeroed in on his wand as if fearing he would curse her.

"I swear on my life and magic that I have no ill intention toward Narcissa Black or her family apart from a few members. I am not trying to use the Blacks for my selfish gain and I care for Narcissa Black with all my heart."

The tip of his wand glowed and fizzed away as Narcissa stared at him in shock.

"You…"

"I care for you, Narcissa," he said with a small smile. "And I'm not trying to gain anything from it all. I had no ulterior motives apart from everything I just admitted to you."

"I…"

Harry sighed and walked closer, smiling when she didn't flinch or step back. He took her in his arms, smiling when she did nothing but instead buried herself in his embrace.

"I'm so sorry for doubting you," she whispered. He simply stroked her back in reassurance.

"It's alright. It was expected given I shouldn't have known about the betrothals."

"How though?" She asked. "How do you know who we are betrothed to?"

Harry brought her over to the bed once again. He sat on the edge, smiling when she cuddled up to him.

Stroking her back once again, he replied, "I cannot tell you all about it, but I can tell you what their plan is."

Narcissa was not happy but she did not push either. Nodding, she listened.

"Malfoy and Lestrange both are Tom's biggest bootlickers, and they want the House of Black on their side when things go tits up. Additionally, they will have the link with your house to boast of, and if something untoward happens to either Sirius or Regulus, they could push for the family assets as well since Andromeda is disowned."

Narcissa's eyes shot open before they narrowed.

"Those filthy swines…"

"Malfoy will be Tom's biggest financial backer and a slimy political tool while Lestrange is going to be nothing more than a cruel bastard. You must know what kind of people they truly are."

Narcissa nodded. Both Lestrange brothers were brutish thugs and nothing else. The only thing they had in spades was cruelty. Malfoy, on the other hand, was a vain prick who loved to flaunt his family wealth but he was one slippery eel. Just thinking about them filled her with disgust.

"Even though I can't tell you everything, I think I've told you enough to understand why what I'm proposing in necessary," Harry said softly.

"It will take a lot from this wannabe dark lord if you took Malfoy away," Narcissa nodded in understanding, a part of her shocked at how casual she was being at the prospect of someone's murder. However, when she realized what was at stake, she found she couldn't muster any sympathy. Assholes like them deserved to go down.

"Exactly. Although my primary goal is to get you out of this betrothal, it would have other benefits as well."

Narcissa nodded against his chest, smiling when he nuzzled her hair and dropped a soft kiss on top of her head. She had a few more questions but those could be answered sometime later. However, there was one pressing matter she wanted to talk to him about.

"Say Harry," Narcissa's voice was soft. "What would happen after you're done taking care of Malfoy?"

"You mean about us?" He asked. Narcissa nodded against him.

"I don't plan on entering a betrothal with anyone, Cissa," Harry told her. "I don't believe in it. If something happens, it will happen naturally, like it should happen."

Narcissa nodded. His answer held both happiness and disappointment for her. However, she pushed her emotions to the side and looked at him seriously.

"Okay," she sighed. "I can live with that."

Harry nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"Mind if I ask something?"

"Hmm?"

"Are the rumors about Bellatrix true?"

"Rumors? What rumors?" Narcissa asked, frowning.

Harry hesitated for a moment, wondering how to phrase it properly.

"I've heard a few things about her," he sighed. "Things like how she's one of the staunchest blood supremacists around… how she's…"

"Stop," Narcissa said curtly. Harry abruptly shut his mouth.

"I don't know where you heard those foul rumors from, but they couldn't be further from the truth," she replied firmly. "Bella is a perfectly normal woman. She might come off a bit rude and confrontational but there's nothing wrong about her. Blood supremacist? She covered up for Andi whenever she went off with Tonks, for Merlin's sake!"

Harry's eyes widened. That was something he had no idea about.

"What?"

"Harry, I don't know where you're getting your information from, but even if your informant is right a few times, it doesn't mean everything you're told is the truth. You couldn't be more wrong about Bella," Narcissa said softly.

Harry glanced down at her.

He had not thought about Bellatrix until now and for the first time, he was having doubts about her. He had intended to just get rid of her when the opportunity presented itself but if Narcissa was to be believed then there was nothing to be worried about.

Could she have fooled everyone into hiding her true self? Possibly, although it doesn't seem likely. There's also the fact that she helped Andromeda with Tonks. Why would she do that if she's the evil bitch that I knew her to be?

Harry did not have the answers, but he was skeptical of what he might find if he went looking for it. If Narcissa was to be believed, which she was, then this Bellatrix was a perfectly normal woman. Yet, in only a few years, she would go on to become the most feared Death Eater and the reason Frank and Alice Longbottom had lost their sanity.

What happened in these few years for her to turn like that hideous monster?

All he knew was that she married Rudolphus Lestrange and became a Death Eater. There was no way someone could change so drastically unless… Harry's eyes widened. He hoped that was not the case. Yet, could he take the chance? Could he leave her to her fate, knowing that he might be right?

"Hey Cissa," he said softly, making her glance up at him. Pulling her closer, he asked, "What if I take care of her betrothal as well?"

Narcissa's eyes widened in surprise before they softened. She cupped his cheek, smiling softly.

"I can't be more grateful that you came in my life," she whispered. "We both will be eternally indebted to you if you do this. But please, not at the cost of your life or well-being. You don't need to destroy your life to save ours."

Harry chuckled.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to," he smirked. "I know perfectly well how to take care of lowlives like them without implicating myself. Nothing will happen to me, you can be sure of that."

"Aren't you being a bit arrogant right now?" She chuckled.

Harry's response was to simply grab her, making her yelp, and plant her panty-clad rear on his lap. With her back to his front, he held her by the waist and whispered in her ear, "Would be arrogant only if I can't back it up."

Narcissa shivered at the feel of his hot breath in her ear and squirmed on his lap when she felt his hand caress her lower belly softly.

"Harry…" she whispered as he slowly started to trail downward. He pulled the elastic waistband of her lace panties and caressed her soft skin under it.

"Shh…" he whispered, his hand continuing its agonizing movement of caressing her as he approached her hot wetness. "I'm just returning the favor from last night."

Narcissa's toes curled when he finally touched her. For the first time, someone other than herself was touching her down there and it filled her with so much pleasure she felt she would explode.

"You were so wonderful last night," he kissed her earlobe as he rubbed her. "And you're so wet for me right now."

"Mmmhh…"

Harry smiled.

"I wanted you the moment I saw you, you know?" he continued and Narcissa gasped out a loud "Harry! Ohhh!" when he parted her folds and ran a finger over her slit.

"Oh yes," Harry whispered. "Look at you, so wet for me, a man who's not your betrothed, husband, or even your boyfriend."

"Ahh Harry…" She moaned as he inserted his index finger inside her. "Oh it feels so good…"

"It does, doesn't it?" he chuckled, and his other hand came up around her front, grasping one of her heavenly tits. He squeezed the round orb of flesh and coaxed another moan out of her. "Don't worry, Cissa. I want you to feel good for a very long time."

Narcissa moaned in approval and Harry inserted another finger inside her hot, needy quim. He started to move them back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes, feeling how her wet walls seemed to grasp his digits, helping him plunge them deep inside her. His lips meanwhile dropped wet kisses all over the side of her neck and Harry was not at all hesitant to leave a few bruises over her delectable skin.

"You like being with me, don't you, my dear Cissa?"

"Yes I do," Narcissa moaned breathlessly, leaning the back of her head against his shoulder and allowing him to kiss her temple. She reached up and grabbed the hand that was stroking her right breast and planted it on the left. "Don't neglect my other baby."

Harry chuckled and started to squeeze her tit. There was the Narcissa he knew and admired so much – a quick decision-maker and one to not remain hung up on something for too long. She was an eager participant in whatever endeavor they decided to undertake and that trait of hers seemed to have never changed.

"Tell me how you feel, Cissa," he whispered, eager to hear in her own words how much pleasure he was giving her. If her moans and the way her body reacted were anything to go by, then it was immense.

"I love how your hands feel all over my skin," she moaned, her legs widening a bit and Harry took the opportunity to push another finger inside her. Her pussy was stretched nicely now and she was gushing so much he could feel it dripping down his hand and on the floor. "I've never felt pleasure like this before," she continued. "It feels so good… I don't want you to stop, Harry… ahh!"

Harry smiled, rolling the hard nub of her nipple between his fingers as he kept a firm hold on her delicious breast. Her face was now buried in his neck where he felt her kissing him firmly. Given the way she sucked his skin, he was sure she was intent on leaving a few marks of her own. Considering what he had done, it was fair game.

"I can't wait to be inside you, Cissa," he whispered. "I can't wait to make you cum with my cock. You'd like that, won't you dear?"

"Yesss," she gasped. "Oh I'd like that very much! Oh yes!"

Harry smiled.

"We'll do that as well, and very soon. I promise," he replied. "No need to hurry. The pace we're going at is perfectly fine with me."

Narcissa could only nod. She felt his hand leave her tits and cup her cheek. She let him turn her face and smiled as he locked his lips with hers.

The way he touched her, the way it felt to be with him, and the way he could so expertly stimulate her all made her want to be with him even more. However, as he said, they did not need to hurry. Soon, she would be freed from the shackles of this pesky betrothal. Whatever happened to Lucius was immaterial. She trusted Harry and she knew he was telling the truth about Lucius.

She did not know what Harry intended to do to him but she hoped it was a permanent solution. It would both keep him away from her and would be a huge help to their cause.

And it was indeed their cause now. There was no way Harry would be facing the trials coming his way without her. Even if he had not done so much for her, even going so far as to free her from this betrothal, she would have stood with him. Both because it was the right thing to do and because she wanted to be beside him.

Was it love? Certainly not. But she cared for him. And she liked him.

And as she moaned yet again as he flicked the swollen bundle of her clit, she knew she wanted to experience this feeling as much as she could.

Harry was the first man she had ever been with, in any sense, and she was sure he would be the last. She might not have a way to measure but she knew no man could ever measure up to him. This man was unique and she wanted to be with him. She was set on that.

"I want to do something else for you now," he whispered in her ear, and before she could react, she found herself hoisted in the air. He had picked her up bridal style and as suddenly as he had picked her, he lay her gently on the bed. Lying on her back now, she stared at him.

Harry was like a predator stalking his prey. He climbed on the bed and slowly reached forward. Firm hands gently grabbed her thighs and parted them wide, revealing her perfect pink slit glowing red with his previous ministrations and wet with her arousal. The sight was so intoxicating that he took a moment to stare.

Narcissa felt a mix of embarrassment and smugness at the way he was looking at her most sacred spot. No other man had ever seen her there, and if she had her way, no other man would ever see her like that either. She kept her eyes firmly trained on him, fighting back the blush that threatened to overwhelm her. She was the proud daughter of the Blacks, not some lovesick fool unable to form a coherent sentence in front of the man she desired.

"Are you going to just stare?" She asked in as challenging a voice as she could muster.

Harry looked at her and the grin he sent her made her shiver.

"I was just taking a moment to admire the perfection that you are."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow as he finally pulled her wet panties off and deadpanned, "You've already got me in your bed, mister. No need to lay it on so thick."

Harry chuckled and softly stroked her inner thigh. Narcissa's breath hitched at his touch and she felt him slowly making his way closer to her pussy. Her eyes closed as she waited for his fingers to slide inside her once again.

Suddenly, her eyes shot open wide and a scream rang out of her mouth as Harry took her clit in her mouth and passionately kissed her there. Her hands fisted the bedsheet firmly and her back arched. Harry immediately took control, pressing her back on the bed and sucking her clit furiously.

"Oh Morgana! Ahh Harryyyy!" She cried out.

Harry, with his mouth locked on her clit, glanced up and was treated to the magnificent sight of Narcissa – naked and entirely exposed to his heated gaze – with her large tits heaving as drops of sweat slithered down her exquisite skin. Her skin was glowing a healthy shade of red as she watched him.

"You like it?" He asked, pulling away for a moment and looking at her with a smug grin.

"Merlin, Harry…" she gasped.

"That good, eh?" He chuckled. "Wait for the main event then."

"What main event?" She whispered, watching him go down on her once again. Instead of verbalizing what he meant, he showed her. Narcissa's toes curled when she felt him lick along the pink slit of her pussy before she felt him start to push his tongue inside her. She reached down eagerly, parting her lips, and saw him glance at her. His wink made her giggle.

Harry, aided by the lovely lady herself, easily slid his tongue inside her damp pussy and began rolling it around, trying to memorize how it felt. All the while, Narcissa kept herself upright with one elbow while the other hand stroked his hair gently.

"Merlin, Harry, I've got no idea where you learned all this," she whispered. "But whoever helped you gain so much experience deserves so much thanks from me."

Harry chuckled as he pulled away.

"I know for a fact that you've never been with someone before, and yet you were so brilliant last night."

"May be 'cause I'm a natural," she said with a smug grin. His praise never failed to make her feel proud.

"Is that so?" He asked mirthfully. "Let's see how natural of a screamer you are then."

"What do you meeeeaaannnnn?"

Narcissa's words were lost in her scream when she felt his tongue start to slither around inside her with such intensity that she could do nothing but brace herself. Her walls contracted and expanded around his tongue forcefully, as if vibrating so ferociously that she could do nothing but scream herself hoarse.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Harrryyyy! Aaahhhh yeeesssssss! Ohhh Merlinnn yesssss!"

Harry smirked to himself. It was the first time he had tried to use Parseltongue like this and he was happy to see it worked like a charm. The tongue of the serpent required rapid movement, far more than normal, and using his tongue to emulate it seemed to have tremendous benefits when it came to the bedroom.

He watched how erratically Narcissa was behaving and he had to hold her firmly against the bed lest she push him off and topple over.

"Merlin Harryyyy! Aaaahhhhh yesssss! I'm… ahh yesss… I'm cummingggggg!"

Harry's mouth was suddenly flooded as a powerful orgasm rocked Narcissa. Her body convulsed violently as she unloaded the entirety of her love juices right over the lower half of his face. All the while, Harry kept pushing her over the edge, tonguing her through her orgasm.

Finally, minutes later, Narcissa came down from her orgasmic high, and panting harshly, she stared at him. Harry licked around his lips and leaned over her, brushing her hair off her sweaty head.

"Merlin, Harry… what was that?"

Harry chuckled and lay back down on the bed, pulling her close. Narcissa let out a soft moan.

"Parseltongue," he replied.

"You can speak Parseltongue?" She asked in wonder. Harry nodded.

"I never used it like that though. Turns out it's quite a handy tool in my arsenal."

"That's not the only big tool in your arsenal if I'm being quite honest," Narcissa giggled, nudging his hard prick with her finger. "Still though, I never thought anything could feel so good."

Harry smirked.

"Glad I didn't disappoint then."

Narcissa chuckled and slowly started to stroke his length.

"It'd be quite rude of me if I didn't take care of this after you did so good with me," she said and Harry watched her get on her knees. She tucked her blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned over.

"Lay back and enjoy," she teased and engulfed his cock with her mouth.

"Ah yes," Harry groaned and rested his hand on her head. Narcissa glanced at him and winked.

-Break-

Half an hour later, Harry was sitting in the bath conjured by the room with his back against the edge of the large pool and Narcissa sitting between his legs. He was gently stroking her belly under the water as she rested her head against his chest, sighing contentedly.

"What are your plans for the day then?" He asked.

"Training. Same old."

"I see," he muttered. "Once this betrothal is taken care of, you'll have ample time. You're still going to continue the accelerated training?"

Narcissa looked thoughtful, pondering upon it.

"I don't think so," she replied. "I mean, there's no need to rush then, right? I won't say anything until everything's done though."

"Makes sense," he nodded. "I'll try to get it done as soon as I can."

"Can I help in any way?" She turned her head around to look at him. Harry regarded her silently.

"You can't get out of the castle with all the training stuff. Don't worry, Cissa. I'll manage fine on my own."

"I understand that," she replied. "Still, anything you need from me?"

"Not that I can think of right now," he shook his head. "I'll see if something comes up though."

Narcissa nodded.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as they lounged in the bath.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You already did, but you can ask another one. I won't mind."

"Prat," she pinched the arm that was holding her before she composed herself once again. "In that oath, you said you didn't want to harm any member of my family apart from a few. Who were you talking about?"

"Before I knew about her, Bellatrix. And most definitely Walburga," Harry said without missing a beat. Those two were the only members of the family who were mad and irredeemable and the sooner they were out of the picture, the better it was for everyone. "Now, it's only Walburga. I have reason to believe she might already be in cahoots with Tom or at least his followers."

"She was the one who brought the proposals for the Malfoys and the Lestranges to marry us three sisters," Narcissa said faintly. "Andi ran away, leaving Bella to Rudolphus while I was promised to Malfoy. That filthy hag… I never liked her, but I never thought she would sell her family like that."

"That and even more. She's the biggest reason why your house might lose its heir," Harry said with an undertone of rage in his voice. What that hag had done to Sirius was unforgivable in his eyes.

"She's hated Sirius since he was a child and didn't agree with her beliefs," Narcissa replied, seething. "Because she's the wife of the current heir, we could do nothing when she disciplined her son. The poor boy ran away eventually and started to live with the Potters."

Harry nodded. He knew the full tale already.

"I don't intend to kill her but she needs to have her power curbed."

"She can't do anything as long as Grandfather is there to keep her in check," Narcissa replied confidently.

"And yet she managed to arrange these betrothals," Harry replied promptly. "She is an idiot with intelligent people controlling her, and she is a fanatic. People like her need to be as far away from power as possible."

Narcissa had to agree to that.

Sighing, she replied, "So what are your plans for the day then?"

Despite himself, Harry smirked. Narcissa looked at him inquisitively.

"What're you smirking for?"

"Nothing. Just planning to take up my lordship and join the Wizengamot."

Narcissa's eyes widened.

"What? But James Potter is the heir, not you."

"Who said I was claiming the lordship of the Potter?"

"Which house then?"

"Peverell," he replied, laughing out loud when he saw her eyes widen in shock.

"You're not joking…"

"Nope."

"Well…" Narcissa cleared her throat. "If you want to arrange a betrothal for me, you should know that grandfather would happily sign me away."

Harry snorted.

"Good to know, but I don't intend to," he replied, smirking. "I feel what we have right now is more fun for both of us. No need to burden ourselves with obligations, hmm?"

Narcissa smirked.

"You got that right," she said and pressed her lips against his.

TBC.

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