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THE REAL HARRY POTTER by Blood Rider


Just a story that popped into my head the last couple of weeks and decided to write it out.

Not real good at writing smut, but I’ll give it a shot.

For the most part, this story will only include odd or under used pairings. He will be with witches that don’t appear much in cannon or Fanfiction. So no Harry/Hermione, H/Luna, H/Cho and certainly absolutely no H/Ginny. Although its quite popular and used a lot, I still might choose to use H/Tonks.

While this first pairing is used quite a bit, I thought it was perfect to show exactly the type of person Harry is.


Chapter one


“Hmm… That was ridiculously easy!” Harry commented to himself as he looked down at Lucius Malfoy, whose corpse was currently decorating the back yard of Number Four Privet Drive. His tone was both curious and slightly detached. Not that he didn’t feel emotions, far from it, but he had sort of pushed them to the sideline for the time being. It was a way of deal with certain situations that he normally wouldn’t be able to handle without loud outbursts of anger. While anger was understandable in certain situations, this was not one of them. Considering he now had a dead body in the back yard, the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself from the neighbors.

He had finished his fifth year at Hogwarts just over a month ago and he had to admit that he was surprised at Lucius’ quick escape from Ministry custody. He half expected it to either take a bit more time to secure his release after such a public display in Death Eater garb or, and more importantly, he thought that the man would try to lay low for at least a short while. But to immediately charge off to attempt to kill the very same young man he was arrested for attacking in the first place, it was simply astounding. It seemed more like the irrational and headstrong actions of a Gryffindor rather than the supposed great cunning of a Slytherin aristocrat.

He was shaken out of his musing suddenly when the sound of a soft, but firm, knock on the front door passed through the open kitchen window. Cursing his luck, Harry grabbed Malfoy’s arm and dragged his body back towards the house and dumped it in the bushes along the back wall along with the bloodied rock he had used to bash his head with. Taking a moment to make sure that the man was out of sight, he muttered several well chosen, though rather unpleasant, expletives concerning the Fates, the Universe and Gods of every walk of life. Really, it was only polite to give him at least a few minutes to hide the body before sending someone over.

Self defense? Shit, that term seems to leave conscious memory when Harry Potter’s involved. No doubt he could have killed Voldemort himself and someone would try to lock him away in Azkaban for it. Honestly, when has anyone ever been put on trial before the full body of the Wizengamot for something as ludicrous as performing underage magic? Never, not once, in the eight hundred year history of the Ministry of Magic. He, of course, was the notable exception, a fact that Hermione had needled him with incessantly for months afterwards.

Taking a moment to get his breathing under control, Harry walked back inside and moved to the front door to answer it before whoever it was left, possibly making the visitor suspicious since it was well known on Privet Drive that Harry was forbidden from leaving the property due to whatever illegal activity Uncle Vernon had dreamed up that week. Making sure that he was as presentable as he could be in Dudley’s castoffs, he opened the door and suppressed a groan but showed no surprise whatsoever.

‘Great, a family affair.’ He thought to himself with agitation while thanking whatever higher power may be listening that he kept his wand close at hand. For the time being he wasn’t going to question whether it was good luck or bad that Mundungus Fletcher was currently supposed to be on guard duty while everyone else attended an Order meeting.

“Mrs. Malfoy, what an… unexpected pleasure.” Harry drawled in an emotionless tone. Though she didn’t show it, Narcissa was actually quite surprised. That was exactly the same tone and phrase her husband would often use when greeting whatever Auror had showed up at their manor of a ‘surprise’ inspection. It excited her to no end whenever Lucius did it, hearing it from Potter of all people nearly left her gaping. This was not the welcome she had expected.

“Won’t you come in, I don’t imagine that whatever brings you to my door is something that you would like to be observed?” Opening the door a bit wider and stepping to the side, he allowed Narcissa to enter, looking at him with cold disdain as she passed. Directing her to the sitting room he couldn’t help but notice that she looked at everything around her with disgust, a sentiment that he had shared most of his life.

“Dreadful, isn’t it? The animals that are my unfortunate relatives believe themselves to be rather refined. Sadly, beliefs rarely translate into reality, especially for those of the simple minded. Do take a seat.” Narcissa merely nodded stiffly before sitting on the couch rather primly, as if she were afraid to be touching it anymore than physically necessary. Harry sat across from her in Vernon’s armchair, not showing any subtly by resting his wand right next to his hand.

“I would offer you some tea but truthfully speaking, I really don’t feel like going through the trouble for a guest as distinguished as yourself. Now, to what do I owe your journey amongst the commoners?” Despite herself, Narcissa was actually quite impressed. It wasn’t very often that you found someone that could use such condescending words without sounding snide or sarcastic. Also was his apparent control of his prejudices. To hear Draco or Severus speak of him she had expected to either have the door slammed in her face or at least being screamed at with a wand pointed at her.

Instead, she found a calm individual that both seemed at ease and yet cautious judging by the obvious placement of his wand. And the calculating look in his eyes showed that he was not the stereotypical brainless Gryffindor that many within her social circle would like to believe. However, he was still a Potter, a name she despised and while she approved of his choice of words thus far, they were spoken to her, something that infuriated her.

“If you expect me to be cowed, Madam, you are sadly mistaken.” Harry spoke up again after a few minutes of silence. His tone still emotionless but his voice carried a certain degree of amusement. “You may think highly of it, but that glare of yours is not that impressive. Now do you want to get to the point because I doubt that this is merely a social visit?” Harry didn’t know if she was aware of Lucius’ attack but the fact that they both showed up so close together was certainly suspect. However, Narcissa was a socialite, not a trained killer, bringing his wife along would have been a completely idiotic move when he could have had his pick of Death Eaters.

The aristocratic woman continued to glare at him for a few moments longer before diverting her eyes slightly, thinking things through carefully. She had come here on a whim, believing that nothing would come of it but still there was a very slight possibility of success so she had to try but she wasn’t going to open herself up for any problems later on should she fail.

“Before I begin, I will require your oath that whatever we discuss will not be shared with any other!”

‘Interesting.’ Harry thought to himself as he considered her request. He was sorely tempted to tell the woman to take a hike but he was rather curious by nature and he didn’t think it could do much harm. However, he wasn’t about to simply trust that she had no sinister motives.

“Before I give such an oath I need to know if what we are to discuss will in anyway leave me open to legal trouble in the future.”

“That depends solely on your response to my proposal. I am prepared to make that very same oath as well as one stating that whatever comes of this discussion will also remain between us.” Harry sat, gazing at her speculatively for a moment.

“I will agree to your terms if your oath also includes disallowing the use of any form of surveillance charms or recording devices. This, of course, also includes the use of pensieves and allowing someone access to the information through legilimency. Your own magic will enforce that one.”

“What are you implying?” The older woman demanded harshly. While she was surprised that a Gryffindor fresh out of his fifth year would think to demand such a thing, it was an outright attack on her integrity.

“I am implying nothing, merely stating my demands. An oath of silence is all well and good but I imagine that a Slytherin that was once Head Girl of Hogwarts should have enough intelligence to find her way around that. I’m merely covering any eventuality that may, or may not, pop up. It will also be constructive if we both swear to speak only the truth, it will make things go much smoother, wouldn’t you agree?”

“And how do you know I was Head Girl?” She asked, choosing to ignore the suggested oath of truth for the time being. Her tone was condescending but also curious. Nobody really remembered who was head student and when unless they had gone to school with them.

“I found myself curious about the Death Eaters and did my research while at Hogwarts. The library has an amazing catalog on former students.”

“I am no Death Eater!”

“You are a supporter, of that there is no doubt, but you are correct, technically speaking you are not. Voldemort already has Lucius and, as such, has the Malfoy fortune and you, individually, hold absolutely no value to him.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean simply that. While you were top of your year in potions in Hogwarts I am unaware if you have furthered your skills since then, and neither do I care. But he has Snape for any potions he needs prepared. I understand you were also quite good in ancient runes and arithmancy but any research or experimentation he needs in either of those two fields will be so sensitive that he wouldn’t trust anyone but himself to do it. You are also not one to get your hands dirty, as opposed to your sister who relishes it, and any contacts you have within the Ministry you have through Lucius, so if you were to take the Mark that would leave only one option for you. How do I put this gently, hmm, ah yes, you would be delegated to being the entertainment. Though I’m sure you are not without skills in that area, I doubt you could satisfy a dozen of Death Eaters at once while dozens more watched on, waiting for their turn, nor do I believe someone of your social position would allow herself to be used in such a way.

“Now, if that answers your question in a satisfactory manner, can we get to the point or are we going to go back and forth with pointless comments and barbs for a while longer?” Harry was actually a little surprised that he was enjoying this so much but he did his best not to let it show. He didn’t get much opportunity to go back and forth with someone like this very often. Snape would simply throw around petty insults before taking off a load of points. Draco was rather disappointing these days since his tactics and choice of words hadn’t changed much since first year.

Hell, he could get into a good argument with both Ron and Hermione but Ron’s views are a bit too narrow to make it really interesting. And Hermione honestly believes that she is more intelligent than everyone else around her and it shows in any disagreement they have. She will rarely actually listen to anyone else’s side, fully believing that she was right. She may be his best friend but the girl has some serious issues.

He was broken out of his thoughts when Narcissa suddenly pulled out her wand and gave her oath, including to speak only the truth, before looking at Harry to do the same. Since it was more internal magic than anything else, he didn’t have to worry about the Ministry suddenly swooping down on him for underage magic. After thinking about it for a brief moment, Harry picked up his wand and followed suit, when he was done he looked at Narcissa with a slightly raised eyebrow.

“Now that that’s settled, do you want to get to the point? What is it that you want from me?” Reigning in her anger, Narcissa decided to just come out with it.

“Due to Lucius’… failure, in the Department of Mysteries last month, the Dark Lord has become exceedingly harsh with regards to my family. Including Draco.”

“And this means what to me?” Harry asked without a shred of sympathy.

“I was just getting to that!” She snapped angrily at the interruption. “As a punishment, the Dark Lord has given Draco a task that he is unsuited for, probably in the hopes that he will be killed in the attempt. As things stand now, my son has no choice but to comply.”

“So what do you want me to do?” He asked after thinking about it for a moment. “Help him kill Dumbledore, or simply allow him to proceed without my interference?” Harry smiled at the shocked look on Narcissa’s face. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Any task given to Draco would surely be within Hogwarts. And the only thing I can think of that you would be so terrified that he would fail in is either killing me or Dumbledore and Voldemort would never task someone else to kill me, he wants to do that himself. So which is it, help him, or stay out of his way?”

“Neither, I don’t want it to ever come to that.” She responded after shaking off her shock. “My only choice is to take Draco and run but that presents severe complications. With Lucius baring the Dark Mark, he could never hide and if he remains behind, the Dark Lord will use the entire Malfoy fortune if he had to too hunt us down.” She stopped for a moment to take a deep breath, finding it hard to believe that she was actually going to suggest this. “The only chance Draco has is if Lucius were to be killed before we made our escape, so that the family accounts could be secured before we leave.”

“Its always refreshing to see how different people go about solving their problems. It reaffirms my low opinion of human nature.”

“Make no mistake, Potter, I love my husband very much but I have no choice.” She hissed, angered at his amusement of such a serious situation. “Lucius will die at some point, the Dark Lord will see to that, but I will not lose my son as well.”

“So you want me to kill Lucius? Why come to me, I don’t exactly fit the image of an assassin.”

“That is precisely why I came to you. Unless you are foolish enough to leave evidence behind, no one would think of you as a suspect and as such, my involvement would also remain hidden. As you said, most of my contacts are through Lucius, and those that would normally take a job such as this would never cross him, for whatever reasons they may have. There are a few so called light wizards, such as Alastor Moody, who would feel no regret at killing him but they would prefer to take him alive for whatever information he has.

“You have shown to have a remarkable amount of luck, if only marginally skilled, and due to his attack on you and your friends I’m sure his hate for you is mutual. My only question at this point is do you have it in you to kill?”

“Clearly you have never killed anyone yourself, Mrs. Malfoy.” Harry commented as he looked at her with his head tilted slightly to the side. “Killing is easy, it is merely the circumstances that are hard. Killing for pleasure, I’m sure, is something I could never do, however, someone that seeks to harm me or those I care about, such as Lucius, I would have no problem with that. I have already taken two lives since I reentered the wizarding world and to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I have ever felt even a shred of guilt for either, nor did I hesitate.” While some, such as Dumbledore, would say that Voldemort killed Quirrell when he left his body, he only did so because that body was burning up, which would have also have killed him. So either way you look at it, Harry did kill him. She apparently had no idea that he had already killed Lucius, so he felt no great need to inform her of the identity of his second kill. After all, it only made sense to see what she was offering in return.

“While I will in no way feel remorse at Lucius’ passing, it may even make me smile, I must first know what is in it for me should I succeed. His death would surely be for the better in my opinion but I’m not going to put myself in danger simply for the sheep to feel safer at night.” Since they began talking, the odds Narcissa had placed against him succeeding were steadily dropping. Though she didn’t show it, she was greatly confused.

“You are not what I expected!” She commented as she observed him with a critical eye.

“And what, precisely, did you expect? The Gryffindor Golden Boy, Dumbledore’s Protégé perhaps, or even the Heir of Gryffindor himself. No, Mrs. Malfoy, I am none of those things. My second year was a severe wake up call for me. People find out I’m a Parselmouth and all of a sudden I’m some sadistic evil wizard that is sicking some great monster on my fellow students. After something like that you tend to keep things that would make you stand out in any way to yourself. As such, many abilities, the extent of my studies and even aspects of my personality, I have kept strictly to myself. Occlumency was a great help with that.”

“I was under the impression that Severus was unsuccessful in teaching that art to you.” She didn’t bother to use Snape’s exact words but anyone who knew the man could probably guess.

“Snape is both idiotic and foolish, and Dumbledore is just as gullible. If someone is unaware that you know the art, it is easy to redirect a legilimency probe should it come near anything you wish to go unnoticed. They think they have free access to my thoughts when they are seeing only what I choose to show them. I will admit that Voldemort caught me off guard last month but I can assure you, he will not get a second chance at another such deception.

“So, why don’t we get back to the matter at hand, what is in it for me? Please keep in mind that money holds little interest to me at the present time.” Narcissa sat thinking for a few minutes, weighing her options. While the mere thought of what she was going to suggest turned her stomach, she felt that the possible advantages outweighed any inconvenience.

“I would much rather get that detail out of the way as quickly as possible, preferably before I leave here today, so what assurances would I have that you would carry out our arrangement after you have been paid.”

“Where is Lucius right now?” Harry asked. “What are his current short term plans?”

“I am unaware of them. He left earlier this afternoon, claiming that he had ‘something to take care of’ before he was to go over to the continent for some business. I do not expect him back for a few days.”

“In that case, Mrs. Malfoy, if there is someone else that you would trust to bring here discretely to act as bonder, I would be prepared to give an Unbreakable Vow that you will never lay eyes on Lucius again. Alive that is.” The predatory grin the split across his face startled Narcissa more than she would ever be willing to admit. Just the fact that he seemed willing to make such a vow spoke of the tremendous confidence he had in his ability to carry out the task. However, she was usually not one to simply let a declaration of intent like that stand in place of the act itself but she was unwilling to bring another individual into this matter.

Her sister, Bellatrix, had acted as bonder for the Vow she extracted from Snape just a few days before in an attempt to protect her son from the Dark Lord’s plans as much as possible but she would certainly not be willing to do the same here. Bellatrix would certainly either try to kill the boy, capture him or turn her over to Voldemort as a traitor. Either of those would certainly lead to Draco’s death or incarceration in Azkaban, a death sentence in itself since the Dark Lord would certainly not expend the effort to free him whether he had succeeded or not.

“You can’t be serious? As I said, you seem to have a great deal of luck, but you are still just a boy. You can’t possible think you can succeed so quickly when you don’t even know where Lucius is or even how long he will be there!”

“I would advise you not to ascribe the incompetence your husband and his associates have shown to me, Mrs. Malfoy. The fact that my oath of truth allowed me to say that at all clearly shows that I at least believe I can carry out that promise. I said that he will be dead before he returns from his trip, and dead he shall be. So would you care to move this along or have you come up with another solution to your little problem since you arrived?”

“I am going to need multiple oaths on that promise, but as things stand, I am uncomfortable bringing a third party into this to perform the Vow.” She proceeded hesitantly.

“As you wish, and how precisely would like me to confirm his passing. It certainly wouldn’t be wise to simply send you an owl offering my insincere condolences for your loss.”

“Once the job is done, remove the Malfoy family signet ring from his hand. Once removed, it will return to the Wizengamot offices within the Ministry. They will confirm his passing by checking the Malfoy family scrolls, they will then contact me.”

“That is good to know, but that brings us back to the issue of payment.” Without further prompting, Narcissa reached into her bag and pulled out what appeared to be a stack of playing cards. A whispered incantation later, they grew into a thick stack of parchment. She set them down on the coffee table in front of her before focusing back on the young man sitting across from her who was looking at her expectantly for an explanation.

“First, I have arranged with Minister Fudge to quietly grant you permission to use magic outside of school.”

“That is all very well and good but Minister Fudge’s actions have shown that he cannot be trusted in anyway, especially when it comes to me. It is not without reason to suspect that he, or you, would use this to further discredit me. Another case of underage magic would certainly be hard to explain away.”

“That is why Cornelius is no longer aware that he granted the permit just as Mafalda Hopkirk’s memories of the Minister recalibrating her magic detection devices have been removed. Her department will no longer be notified if you perform magic. As long as you are discreet and draw no attention to yourself, I’m sure you will have no problems.”

“Under normal circumstances, that might be tempting, but judging by the current political climate, I’m sure I could have made such an arrangement with Fudge myself, or whoever is going to be taking his place when he steps down next week.” Narcissa chose to ignore that fact, instead moving to the rest of her proposal, gesturing to the stack of parchments in front of her.

“Someone of your family status would have usually been schooled in business practices, politics and the social arts to prepare you for life after Hogwarts. The death of your parents prevented this since it is well known that Dumbledore had basically taken charge of your life and he has never really seen the use of continuing what he believes to be outdated pureblood traditions. He feels that it is these practices that allows the old line pureblood families to keep their positions of power in our world, disenfranchising the muggle-borns, half-bloods and lower pureblood lines who have no real access to this information until after they graduate Hogwarts and gain real world experience since the Board of Governors have repeatedly refused to allow political studies courses to be integrated into the curriculum.”

“He is against this practice because he feels everyone should be on equal footing? While I can understand that, in theory, he has no influence over what people teach their children while away from Hogwarts.”

“Correct! He is also against teaching a child business practices for this same reason. Once again, his request for business classes have been denied so he feels it should be the responsibility of whatever company hires them after graduation to instruct them in their practices. One of his most prevalent arguments is that children are not developed enough to truly understand such ‘tedious’ work so there is no point in attempting to educate them.” The idea that Dumbledore would have such weak objections to home schooling kids in subjects that could aid them in their success as adults was unbelievable but the oath Narcissa had taken just a few minutes before ensured that she was speaking the truth. Or at least what she honestly believed was the truth. While such oaths were not as reliable as Veritaserum, it was easy to spot someone trying to lie if you know what to look for. Narcissa looked calm and collected, no strain showing whatsoever. Harry concluded that she wasn’t even trying to embellish her story.

“And his objections to teaching the ‘social arts’ as you called them?” He asked.

“The social arts consist of many aspects, most of what are rather mundane and are detailed in these papers along with political and business lessons. Dumbledore’s problems with this area of education deal with the sexual side of the lessons. It is tradition for an aunt or older cousin to teach young men the art of sex when they are fourteen or fifteen years old. If an aunt or cousin is not available, it is common to ask a family friend or advisor. They would in turn be responsible for instructing their wives after marriage unless her family has their own traditions in which case she will be schooled in accordance with those. I suspect that even had your parents survived, your mother would not have allowed these lessons due to her muggle upbringing. She would no doubt believe that that was something you should learn in your own time, preferably when you are much older than fifteen.” It took a great deal of effort, but Harry managed to hide the sudden feeling of disgust he felt at the thought of Petunia Dursley teaching him how to have sex.

“So, you intend to teach me business and politics in return for this service?”

“No, I intend to give you the information, nothing more, it will be up to you to study it. Since you can’t learn much from a book, and boys your age are the worst sort when it comes to legitimate information, I will be instructing you in the sexual arts.”

“Excuse me?” That was certainly not what he was expecting. Through his shock at such a proposal, he still had the presence of mind to convey a little false nervousness. If she believed him to be unfamiliar with such things, so much the better. Narcissa was, after all, a very attractive woman and there would certainly be an exceptional level of satisfaction in having sex with Draco Malfoy’s mother.

“And how do you propose to do that? By luck, you arrived here at a time when Dumbledore had one of his less than reliable associates scheduled to watch this house, coming back some other time would be pushing your luck. I don’t imagine they would look favorably on the wife of a Death Eater coming to visit someone they are assigned to protect?”

“I have absolutely no intention of returning to this hovel a second time.” She sneered back. She then removed a small silver object from her purse. It looked much like an ornate silver box with a very small muggle satellite dish. “This is a Time Dilation Generator. When activated it will affect only the room it is placed in no matter how large or small. This one is set for eight hours.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Considering who he was dealing with, and the circumstances, he felt that being a little dense was in his best interest at this point despite his earlier showings of intelligence.

“It means, Potter, that once activated, I will have eight hours to teach you as much as I can. Once that time is finished, not one second will have passed to the outside world.” She would never admit it, but Narcissa felt that she was going to enjoy this. She doubted that he would be able to please her, he was only a boy, after all, a Gryffindor at that, but there was always a little excitement about sleeping with a celebrity, and Potter was the biggest celebrity in the wizarding world.

Harry made a show of looking slightly nervous as he gave this some serious thought. Even if he didn’t have Lucius’ corpse cooling in the back yard, bagging Narcissa Malfoy would have been enough incentive to take her up on her offer. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry hesitantly agreed. Another round of oaths were taken as Harry swore that he would keep his side of he bargain, and much to her chagrin, Harry insisted that she take another oath that she was not using this as an opportunity to cause him harm in any fashion. Once they were finished, both could feel a slight weight on their minds that was caused by the number of oaths they had taken.

Narcissa merely nodded crisply before instructing Harry to lead her to his room. When they got there, she was not the least bit impressed. After taking a look around, she immediately began throwing spells left, right and center. Within a few minutes the room was unrecognizable. Although he had to admit that it looked much better, Harry fully intended to change a few things after she left, it was entirely too feminine for his tastes.

The walls seemed to push out several feet on all sides and had been painted a soft light green with emerald trim and a thick beige rug covered the floor. His desk remained relatively the same with the exception that it looked brand new. The wardrobe seemed to have been stained a deep oak color but it was his bed that went through the most drastic of changes. Narcissa had transfigured what was little more than a dilapidated cot into a king sized bed with a thick oak frame. Harry had to admit that the woman was undoubtedly skilled judging by the silk sheets that were spread across the bed. Silk was notoriously hard to either conjure or transfigure. The only substance harder, without delving into the impossible, was silver.

She placed her Time Dilation Generator onto his desk and tapped the top with her wand. The object glowed a soft azure blue as it seemed to hum while it built up energy. Harry was looking at it curiously when its blue aura shot out in all directions so fast that he didn’t even have time to register the change much less get out of the way. Blinking stupidly for a moment, he looked around and was surprised to see the walls now glowing that same blue before it began to slowly fade, leaving no further visible evidence that anything had changed. Choosing to ignore the car that seemed to be sitting in the middle of the road outside, he turned back towards Narcissa.

“What are those?” Harry asked as he watched her enlarge a small rack that held numerous vials filled with various potions.

“A contraception potion for me as well as energy and fluid restorers, stamina enhancers for you and a special touch I brought to make things more interesting.” She replied with a smirk.

“And that special touch would be?” He sounded calm and merely inquisitive but a deaf man could detect the underline threat and the look in his eyes told Narcissa that she should take it very seriously.

“You are not yet full grown and are rather short for your age, as such I don’t hold out much hope for your dimensions. This, will aid you in that area.” She explained in a condescending manner as she held up a vial with a sky blue substance that was glowing slightly.

“As a Slytherin, you should know that appearances are not always what they seem. I assure you, I need no enhancements.” She narrowed her eyes slightly, choosing to take his words as a challenge. She barely raised her wand halfway when suddenly Harry’s was aimed right between her eyes. His movements were so fast that she didn’t even have time to register them.

“I would advise you to keep your wand pointed elsewhere.” Harry almost snarled.

“Getting paranoid, Potter?”

“Paranoia is defined as an irrational and excessive suspiciousness or distrustfulness of others. I’m currently standing in a room with the wife of a Death Eater, there is nothing irrational about being cautious when you raise your wand to me.”

“Since I am under oath to cause you no harm many would say that caution is irrational.”

“Indeed, but who is to say that my definition of harm and yours are the same?” Narcissa didn’t say anything but nodded her head slightly after a moments thought, conceding the point. Slowly, she raised her wand and sent a vanishing spell at Harry, who had yet to lower his own. Even Occlumency couldn’t prevent the faint blush that appeared on his face when his clothes suddenly disappeared.

Narcissa, for her part, was actually pleasantly surprised. Despite his short stature, he was actually rather well put together. She had figured he would be all skin and bones but instead his arms chest and stomach were covered in tight compact muscle that was more suited for speed than raw physical power. She never got around to evaluating his legs as her attention seemed incapable of moving once she laid eyes on his cock. It was about six and a half inches long and fairly thick as it hung semi limp. She couldn’t begin to guess its size once hard but she fully intended to find out.

She was unaware, and Harry had no intention of telling her, that he had already taken the potion she had assumed he would need. Supplied to him by the woman his father had asked the teach him the very same lessons that Narcissa planned to give. Narcissa was correct when she said that his mother wouldn’t allow such lessons in sex and James had voiced his agreement but then asked a family friend if she would see to this aspect of his education and, above all, keep Lily from finding out. Harry found the situation rather amusing.

The last year at Hogwarts was an eye opener for Harry, sexually, that is. His mentor had instructed him that because of his fame and rather volatile relationship with the press, primarily Rita Skeeter, it would be to his benefit to learn the memory charm. She was by no means telling him that it was alright to assault a woman, just that it would be prudent to remove the memories of any consensual encounters he may have so that they either do not go running to the press with their torrid tales or tell their friends, starting a cascade or rumors that would also be picked up by the press. Harry was a bit leery about the idea of using the charm until he slept with Lavender Brown. Afterwards she kept on babbling that she couldn’t wait to tell Parvati that she had slept with The Harry Potter and that had killed his noble idea of leaving peoples memories alone. While there are many that he felt he could trust to keep their mouths shut, his trust had been abused too many times to take chances.

Harry fought hard to keep the smirk on his face as he looked at Narcissa whose eyes hadn’t moved as she gazed almost hungrily. His composure nearly cracked as he saw her tongue briefly come out to lick her lips before she caught herself and straighten back up.

“It’ll do, I suppose.” She commented in an off hand manner but a bit of lust was still conveyed in her tone. Although it wasn’t traditionally part of such lessons, since it was to teach a young man how to please a woman, not the other way around, Narcissa wanted very much to wrap her lips around that cock and feel it pulsing within her mouth, and she intended to do just that. After all, it wasn’t like the ignorant boy was versed in such customs so he had no reason to believe that she was altering her original plans because this was something she intended to enjoy.

“Sit, Potter!” She demanded in a commanding tone as she gestured towards his desk chair.

“Why?” He asked as his eyes narrowed suspiciously but moved to the chair anyway.

“One of the fundamental problems young men have, or rather women have when with a young man, is their lack of stamina. The potion will work to its fullest when ingested after your first release and the quickest way to bring you off is through oral stimulation.”

“Err… meaning what, exactly?” Harry asked as he sat down. He kept his tone slightly confused and nervous, as he would have if any girl in Hogwarts had said something similar. He knew perfectly well that such potions worked effectively whenever you took them but if she wanted to come up with a reasonable excuse to give him a blow job then who was he to argue.

“In crude terms, Potter, I’m going to suck your cock!” Harry didn’t even have to fake the shock that came over him at hearing her say that. While he expected her answer to be delivered in that exasperated and condescending tone, he never would have thought he would hear those words come out of her mouth.

Narcissa almost smirked when her words were instantly rewarded. In the span of two seconds, Harry’s cock was now ramrod straight and pointing proudly towards the ceiling. She briefly considered delivering another mocking comment or two but looking down at the now nine and a half inches that were right in front of her caused that thought to die before it was fully formed. Her eyes widened slightly and she had to fight to prevent herself from jumping down to her knees like an over excited schoolgirl. Instead, she retained just enough decorum to lower herself with the grace of an aristocrat before taking him in her hand, ignoring his gasp as she first came into contact with him.

“I suppose it will do.” She sighed all the while mentally congratulating herself for coming up with this plan. He may be a Gryffindor and a Potter but with the stamina potions she was sure to be able to get herself off at least once with a dick that big buried inside of her.

Harry had just shaken off his shock when Narcissa’s warm mouth engulfed him. He moaned softly to himself as he felt her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she applied suction and began bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more into her mouth and throat with each pass. When it became clear that she would not be able to take in his full length, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and began pumping him with that as well.

Narcissa was closer to heaven than she would have ever believed she could be in this situation. While she would never consider herself a slut or sex crazed, she loved the taste and feel of a large cock. While Lucius was of a slightly larger than average size, she would often have to find her entertainments elsewhere, sometimes with her husband observing. While he would never admit it to anyone but her, Lucius became extremely aroused watching her with other men and it invariably led to the best sex they had since they were married, after killing the man she was previously servicing of course.

Despite Lucius’ obvious absence, Narcissa found herself just as excited as those previous encounters. She could feel his cock pulsing within her mouth in time with his heart beat and it was surprisingly even, she figured he was using all he knew of Occlumency to prevent cumming too quickly and that was perfectly fine with her, though she wouldn’t tell him that.

Within moments, she was so excited that her pussy was aching. The feel of her juices running down her thighs made her sigh slightly. Safe in the knowledge that, from their respective positions, he couldn’t possibly see her, she slipped her left hand up under her robes and worked her way up to the top of her thighs. Thankfully she chose to forego wearing any underwear today in anticipation. He was an inexperienced child and would no doubt simply ruin them by simply ripping them off on his stampede to get to her.

The cock in her mouth muffled her groan as her fingertips danced across her moist thighs before coming into contact with her clit. She rubbed her thighs together around her hand as she worked the small nub vigorously before spreading her lips apart slightly and pushing two of her fingers inside.

Forgetting any sense of contempt that she should feel for this boy, she worked his cock harder still, applying as much pressure as she could as she bobbed her head at a frantic pace. Keeping her grip at the base, she slipped him out of her mouth and began pumping with vigor as she lowered her head slightly and gave his balls a few quick licks before sucking them whole into her mouth, working her jaws slightly to create added pressure as her tongue massaged every square inch. The taste of sweat, the course hairs tickling her tongue, that more than her nimble fingers had her so close to cumming that she literally ripped her hand out of her robes, not wanting this boy to see cum while sucking him off. Despite this, she didn’t lose any of her enthusiasm as she pulled her mouth off his balls with wet pop. When Harry looked down at her, she grinned viciously before literally slamming her mouth back down on his cock, jamming it down her throat. Her nose briefly came into contact with his stomach before she quickly pulled back.

Occlumency, experience or not, a man could only stand so much pleasure at one time and Narcissa was clearly an expert. Harry had his eyes screwed shut as he tried to concentrate on anything else when he finally exploded in her mouth. Normally he would have warned a girl before hand but considering who he was with, well, he just didn’t feel like it.

Narcissa, however, didn’t seem to care. She kept her lips lock out his head as she pumped him hard and immediately began swallowing as shot after shot hit the back of her throat. Despite her efforts some still escaped out of the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her chin. After a moment to make sure she got it all, Narcissa stood up and preformed a cleaning spell on her face and mouth as well as on Harry. Taking a few calming breaths to hide her excitement, she grabbed two of the small flasks off the desk and held them out to Harry.

“The blue one is an energy restorer combined with the stamina enhancer. The red is the fluid replenished. Take them both now.” Despite being slightly winded and light headed, Harry wasn’t stupid. He took both flasks, and although they looked and smelled like he thought they should, he cast several detection charms to check for any poisons or alterations that could have adverse affects.

When nothing showed after thirty seconds, he shrugged and threw them both back, feeling them go to work almost immediately. Overall, his body calmed to the point where he felt like he had just woken from a rather restful nap.

“Now, we are going to put you to work and see if you can learn.” Narcissa spoke up in a really snide manner as she sat on the edge of the bed and pushed herself back so that she was far enough where she could have comfortably pulled her legs up if she chose.

“Come here, Potter, and get on your knees.” She commanded, causing Harry to roll his eyes. This woman had serious control issues, which was partly why he accepted her proposal. He wanted to see how she reacted when that control was taken away from her.

Keeping his face in a mask of apprehension, Harry stepped forward before sinking to his knees, looking up at her with confusion. With a smirk, she pulled her feet up so that her knees were resting against her chest and she lifted the hem of her robe and pulled them up until it was pooled around her waist, exposing her bare legs and cunt. Harry actually gulped slightly, his mouth watering at the sight. It took a great deal of restraint to keep from diving right in and burying his face in her pussy.

The woman’s skin was pale, smooth and without a single visible blemish. Her thighs were fairly slim, having an almost athletic quality without appearing toned. Her pussy looked absolutely gorgeous. Shaved clean and smooth with only a patch of soft platinum blond hair above her slit. Her light pink lips, glistening with her juices, testimony to her obvious excitement, seemed to pout with her clit standing out proudly, waiting for attention.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Narcissa snapped. Harry’s head snapped up to look at her for a moment before nodding hesitantly. Looking back down, he visibly swallowed before moving forward. When he was within a foot of her, he quietly breathed deep, taking in her musky scent, with his head down, he smiled. He was going to enjoy this immensely.

Leaning forward, he stuck out his tongue and gently poked her before pulling back slightly. Working the taste into his mouth with a curious look on his face. He was laying it on a little thick but she seemed to be buying his frightened virgin routine judging by the frustrated look on her face. With an arrogant sniff, she reached forward, grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head right into her center.

“You are supposed to be learning, so get to work!” As any other hot-blooded male would, Harry enjoyed women. One of his favorite things to do was to smoother his face into a woman’s pussy. But having someone grab him by the hair and just slam his face into it pissed even him off. He certainly wouldn’t do something similar to a woman. Discarding his original idea of playing with her for a short while, Harry decided that he would just get right into it. Simply put, he intended to use these eight hours to utterly destroy her.

After glaring at her for a moment, he moved back in and gave her a few long rough licks right up her slit before plunging his tongue into her, using his nose to put pressure onto her clit. Narcissa gasped in shock at the sudden treatment and her legs involuntarily wrapped around Harry’s head, trying to pull him in closer. She was trying, and failing to keep her breathing steady but it was suddenly coming out in short quiet gasps.

After a few minutes, Harry shifted his attention, locking his lips around her clit and applying as much suction as he could while he flicked it with his tongue and lightly nibbled on it. Her body was trembling around him and he knew she was close. Keeping his primary attention on her clit, he reached up with his right hand and worked first two, then three, then finally four fingers into her, pumping her rapidly. Leaning his head back slightly, Harry looked at her face and knew she was about ready. Her face was bright red, her jaw clenched and for the brief moments that her eyes were open, they seemed glazed over slightly.

Feeling her pussy begin to contract around his fingers slightly, Harry slowed his pace and eased up on her clit, allowing her to come down slightly without going over the edge. He gave it a minute more until once again she was reaching climax. Pulling his fingers out of her and relinquishing her clit, much to her groans of protest, Harry unwrapped her legs from around his head and stood up, his cock hard. Narcissa didn’t see this, still in a slight stupor but she did feel Harry pull her legs up to his chest and pull back, sliding her towards him until her ass was right at the edge of the bed.

She shook off her daze just in time to see Harry grin at her before pushing his hips forward and impaling her on his cock. She screamed loudly as with one violent thrust she was suddenly filled more than she ever been before. The sudden onrush of both pleasure and pain sent her into a screaming orgasm as Harry continued to pound into her.

Without removing himself from her, Harry pushed her legs to the side, grabbed her hips and turned her over so that she was face down on the bed. As he began moving inside her once again, he pulled her up so that her back was pressed firmly to his chest. One arm held her to him just below her breasts while the other moved down to rub and pull at her clit.

As he kissed and lightly bit her neck and jaw, she was quick to crane her back and reach behind her to pull his head to her in a scorching kiss. Reaching up to cup her breasts, he grabbed onto the offending fabric that was obstructing him and with a strong jerk, he tore her robes open and got a firm grip on her bare tits, pinching and pulling at her rock hard nipples. She tried several times to turn herself around into a position where she could take control but Harry held onto her firmly, not allowing her much free movement.

Keeping one arm wrapped securely around her waist to keep her to him, he pushed her over until her chest was flat against the bed. Despite Harry’s obvious refusal to allow her control, she gripped the sheets tightly in her hands and trust back against him as hard as she could.

Having and idea. Harry rubbed his fingers against her cunt to get them nice and wet. With a smirk he pushed on finger in between her ass cheeks and gently began sliding it into her ass. It took a moment, but Narcissa noticed what he was doing. She didn’t let anyone, not even Lucius, do that to her and she wasn’t going to let this boy either. She turned her head was about to begin shouting at him when he pushed his finger down, applying pressure to her anal cavity, rubbing it up against his cock that was still buried in her pussy. This had the added effect of adding more pressure to her g-spot and she immediately began cumming once again. Not slowing his pace as she thrashed about, Harry began feeling his own orgasm coming. Speeding up his pace, he was literally slamming into her. Reaching under her, he started working her clit once again, applying as much pressure as he could without causing serious amounts of pain. With a shout, Narcissa went careening into yet another orgasm just as before Harry came inside her. With a few hard jerky thrusts, Harry pulled out of her and stumbled back to sit at his desk chair.

Breathing hard, he looked over at Narcissa, spread out on the bed as he left her, breathing even harder than him and making no attempt to move much less get up. With a smirk, he picked up two more of her potions and swallowed them.

The next five hours continued in much of the same manner. He took her in ever conceivable position that would allow him all of the control and every time she tried to get the upper hand she would be thoroughly blocked. For a woman that was used to controlling every man she had been with, Lucius included, this was absolutely infuriating. What enraged her more was that she was enjoying every minute of it.

Dropping to the floor, Harry propped himself up against the wall and did everything he could to steady his breathing and still the trembling in his body. He was absolutely exhausted. While it may be fun to talk about a marathon such as he just had, they were certainly to be few and far between. Of course once he recovered he would know doubt like to do it again but he couldn’t think of any girl he would actually like to subject that to. As bad as he felt physically right now, Narcissa was certainly feeling much worse. In fact, she was barely conscious.

He had drained through all of Narcissa’s potions as well as a few of his own. While he didn’t allow Narcissa to fully recover before he began again, he did give her small doses. As much as he had wanted to completely dominate her, he didn’t really want to actually hurt her. He wasn’t exactly sure how much time he had left until Narcissa’s little device turned off, he did know perfectly well that he was not up for another go. No, he was finished. Time to get the Death Eater bitch out of the house.

With a grunt, he pulled himself to his feet and grabbed another of his potions. While he will admit that they weren’t as good as hers had been, they do the trick. Downing just a half vial of the energy restorer, he fed her the other half before grabbing his wand and casting cleaning charms on them both as well as all around the room. There probably wasn’t a square inch on their bodies that hadn’t been soaked in their combined fluids and now that he was finished with no intention of continuing, the smell in the room was actually quite foul.

After getting dressed, he cast several repairing charms on her robes and they were good as new just as she was sitting up, still a little light headed and glassy eyed.

“Merlin, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much and that hard in any full week of my life, possibly a month.” She groaned. Obviously forgetting who she was with if she was willing to admit that.

“Good information to have.” Harry responded with a smirk. Her head shot around and she glared at him hard. “Now,” He tossed her repaired robe onto the bed beside her. “As nice as that was, you’ve got to go.” He said in the manner of a smug womanizer who was kicking out a one night stand. With a flick of his wand, he sent all her empty potions vials into her bag. Without saying a word, Narcissa stood up and threw her robe on before grabbing her bag. With a tap of her wand, her Time Dilation Generator was deactivated and she stormed out of the room. Trailing behind her to make sure that she actually left without doing something stupid to get revenge, Harry walked her to the door to see her out.

“A word of advice, Narcissa. It isn’t exactly smart to try to use sex as a weapon against someone you don’t know. While I’m sure Lucius and his ilk are fairly easy to control, you’ll find it harder to dominate those that actually know what they’re doing. But, you learned some things today so it wasn’t a total loss. Now go out there and be somebody.” He recommended with a smile as if telling a student to go out and find their dream.

Slapping her firmly on the ass, he pushed her outside and slammed the door shut behind her. Laughing to himself, he walked into the sitting room and collapsed onto the couch. Looking up at the clock he noticed that only a few minutes had actually gone by since he had taken the woman up to his room. With a stupid grin on his face, he started to drift off before suddenly jumping to his feet.

“SHIT!” He shouted as he ran towards the kitchen and out the backdoor. Looking around wildly to see if anyone was there, he breathed a sigh of relief as he walked over to the bushes where he had dumped Lucius. Thinking over what he should do with him, he decided to simply transfigure him into something small and insignificant and hold on to him for a while. He would undo the spell in a few days to remove his ring before disposing of the body permanently.

Concentrating real hard, he preformed the correct wand movements precisely and pronounced the incantation correctly and was rewarded when Lucius Malfoy shifted and shrunk into a small marble. Well, the marble was considerably larger than he intended, a little smaller than an egg, but transfiguration wasn’t exactly his best subject and that was the first time he had tried turning anything so large into something so small. Not to mention the fact that it was taking a great deal of his concentration just to stay standing. So all in all he was happy with the results.

Putting ‘Lucius’ into his pocket, he picked up the rock he had used as a weapon and cleaned all the blood off of it before looking for and cleaning up any more traces of blood in the area. Satisfied with his work, he went back up to his room, intent on sleep until the end of time. However, upon walking through the door he groaned. He had forgotten about all of Narcissa’s remodeling. While he originally intended to keep most of it, just tone down the femininity, that probably wasn’t the best thing to do. If noticed by the guards outside, and Moody with his damned eye would surely notice, the pervert, he would have to answer some uncomfortable questions. He didn’t feel much like telling Dumbledore that he found away around the Ministry tracking spells and did it himself, and admitting that someone else had come by and done it for him would be equally stupid. Especially when he refused to say who did it.

It took some time, but he eventually got everything as it should be. Undoing a transfiguration that you didn’t perform yourself is always tricky. Especially when much of the original work was beyond your abilities to accomplish on your own.

By the time he was finished, he was nearly dead on his feet as his last dose of energy restorer began to wear off. Throwing ‘Lucius’ into his trunk for safe keeping, he collapsed and was asleep before he even noticed his body’s impact onto his bed.