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January 2023 Poll Winner - Harry/Narcissa - Repaying a Debt Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-01-31 16:59:01 +0000 UTCEven though he’d received this letter three days past, Harry was still staring down at it as though he were trying to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. Narcissa Malfoy, the mother of Draco and wife of Lucius, had invited him over to Malfoy Manor to talk. Despite their brief encounter during the final battle at Hogwarts, it still seemed unreal that they would meet again on willing terms. Yet, here he was, walking down the long driveway that led up to the front doors of Malfoy Manor.
Unlike the last time he had been here, Malfoy Manor seemed far less gloomy. In fact, on this sunny afternoon, it actually looked quite nice. The high hedges were trimmed nicely, the sounds of various exotic animals rose above the near-imperceptible hum of the wards, and the sunlight made the manor practically sparkle. It was almost enough to forget the interrogation they were subjected to and the sounds of Hermione’s screams as Bellatrix Lestrange tortured her.
Harry shook his head. It didn’t do any good to dwell on such unpleasant things. In her letter, Narcissa had said that she wanted to apologize to him properly in person. Harry had considered turning down the meeting altogether, but she had effectively saved his life during the final battle at Hogwarts.
Well, it was too late to change his mind anyways. Harry was already walking up the steps to the front door. His hand was just starting to reach up to the solid brass knocker when the large door suddenly swung open.
“Mr Potter, thank you so much for coming,” Narcissa Malfoy said with a slight smile, holding out her hand for him.
In the couple of months since he had last seen her, Narcissa seemed to have quite the positive change. The tall, slim, blond witch was looking far more vibrant and alive than before. The bags under her eyes were gone and her skin had lost its slightly ashy complexion and now looked creamy and smooth. The stuck-up look was gone from her face too and she looked far more approachable and welcoming. However, the most noticeable change was in her blue eyes: they were practically sparkling with life.
“Mrs Malfoy,” Harry greeted her as he took her offered hand and placed a chaste kiss to the back of it.
“Please, call me Narcissa,” she told him.
“Only if you call me Harry.”
Narcissa seemed pleased with their arrangement and took a few steps backwards. Her long, dark-green robes that covered her from her neck to her ankles swished as she moved. “Please, come in,” she said, gesturing inward to the Entrance Hall.
Harry forced his legs to move despite the fact that his eyes were scanning around wildly, searching for any sign of a threat or trap. As before, the hallway was quite grand with a large carpet covering the stone floor. Portraits lined the walls, but it appeared as though new light fixtures had been added in as the hallway was much brighter than Harry remembered.
“I’m sorry if you have any unpleasant memories of this place,” Narcissa commented as she shut the door behind him. “And I’m sorry for the part I played in your time here.”
“You didn’t do much besides open the door back then if I remember correctly,” Harry pointed out.
“Still,” Narcissa said as she walked backwards in front of Harry, staying facing him as she led him down the hallway. “I do deeply regret what happened earlier this year. I fear that my family has done more than our fair share of disservices to you over the years.”
That was selling it a bit short in Harry’s opinion. Draco had been a bully for years and attacked Harry and his friends countless times, Lucius caused the entire Chamber of Secrets debacle and fought Harry at the Ministry of Magic back in his fifth year, and Narcissa . . . well, she had aided the Death Eaters. She was indirectly responsible for things, a great many of things, but it was really the men in her family who were the real culprits in Harry’s eyes.
But all of that didn’t matter now—at least, not as much. The war was over and Harry was happy to move on. Draco would be returning to Hogwarts in the fall alongside Harry and most of the other students in their year, and Lucius was currently awaiting trial at the Ministry of Magic for his crimes in service to Voldemort. Harry was willing to let the past stay there so long as everyone stayed on their best behaviour.
Narcissa led Harry deep into the manor, noticeably bypassing the large drawing room where Hermione had been tortured. They took a set of stairs up to the second level that seemed to be reserved for guests and more private affairs.
As they walked, Harry couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something was afoot. He had long since learned to trust his gut instinct, and so he was mentally preparing himself for anything that was to come. Narcissa had been treating him quite well so far, but that didn’t mean that he was willing to let his guard down quite yet.
Eventually, Narcissa slowed her steps at a set of double doors. She very suddenly grabbed the handles to the door and threw them open before spinning on her heels to face Harry.
Cursing under his breath, Harry pulled out his wand and jabbed it right at Narcissa, a curse on his lips, only to pause when he saw her dropping to her knees in front of him.
“Err,” Harry said, his eyes scanning the room curiously. It looked like a vacant guest bedroom—a nice one at that. There was a large bed and a decent-sized desk with a nice chair beside it. A pair of plush armchairs sat beside a roaring fireplace that filled the room with a nice warmth. It wasn’t an ambush or anything like what he had been expecting.
“I am truly sorry for everything my family has done for you,” Narcissa said earnestly, her wide blue eyes staring up at him, completely ignoring the wand pointed right at her. “And I hope that you can forgive me for the part I played in it.”
Narcissa bowed her head then, leaving Harry to stare down at her. He felt incredibly awkward having been invited into this woman’s home only for her to practically beg for his forgiveness.
“It’s fine,” Harry said awkwardly, lowering his wand to his side. “I forgive you. After all, you did save me from Voldemort.”
Narcissa peeked back up through her thick eyelashes at him. “You were very brave to face him like that. I’d never seen anything like that, certainly not from my husband or son at any rate.” Slowly, she pushed herself back up onto her feet. “Please, come sit by the fire.”
Despite the fact that it was summertime, it was clear that an extensive series of cooling charms had been placed on Malfoy Manor to regulate the temperature. The roaring fire warmed the room nicely, so nicely in fact that Harry was happy to shed his outer robes and place them on the back of the plush armchair before he sat down in it.
Harry had been expecting Narcissa to sit across from him. Instead, she stood right beside his chair, making sure that he was all settled in and comfortable.
“I do have to admit that I had an additional reason for inviting you here other than for asking for your forgiveness,” Narcissa commented as she smoothed out his robes.
Harry looked up at her with a puzzled expression on his face. “Which is?” He prompted her.
A small smile danced across Narcissa’s lips. “Reparations, I suppose. After everything that my family did to you, don’t you feel like we owe you?”
“Err, not really. You did just apologize to me, didn’t you?” Harry replied awkwardly.
“Yes, I did,” Narcissa nodded. She took a few steps around to stand just a few feet in front of Harry. The orange light from the fireplace made her blond hair shine. “But I am just one member of my family, and Lucius and Draco have made it clear to me that neither of them wish to apologize to you for anything they’ve done.”
A small prickle of annoyance hit Harry, but he was used to ignoring little things like this now. “I didn’t expect them to,” he said. Although, it would’ve been nice if they had.
“Yes, neither did I, sadly. So, if they don’t want to pay you back for everything they did to you, I thought that I could take up the task for them and pay you back in my own way.”
In a flash, the conservative green dress robes that Narcissa had been wearing vanished completely. Underneath . . . well, underneath was something else entirely.
Narcissa smiled at Harry as his wide eyes took in her voluptuous body. She brushed some of her blond hair behind her shoulder and glanced down at herself. “Do you like it?”
Did he like it? Merlin, she looked like a model. Narcissa had a classic hourglass figure: wide hips and a large bust on top. She was wearing a matching set of lacy black lingerie that clung to her figure beautifully. The sheer bra top barely covered anything at all, just the underside of her breast and her nipples. All of her beautiful pale flesh was on display for him otherwise. Her flat stomach ran down to a sheer black thong that had a slit down the middle, revealing the dripping wet pink lips of her pussy.
She was a thing of perfection, and Harry’s cock throbbed in his trousers in response.
Harry wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t find the words. However, that only seemed to encourage Narcissa even further. Her smile grew and grew as her eyes focused in on his face.
“My husband doesn’t deserve me, don’t you think? But I can think of a wonderful young man who deserves a reward after all he’s done for the world.”
This time when Narcissa dropped to her knees, Harry didn’t go for his wand. He just sat there in a stunned look of awe as Narcissa literally crawled over to him, wriggling her ass back and forth tantalizingly as she went.
When she got in between his legs, she didn’t even hesitate before running her cheek along the inside of his left thigh. Her hand came up along his right one, only it kept going up until it reached his crotch. Narcissa squeezed him through his trousers and grinned. “Do you want me to suck you off, Harry? Do you want to see my pretty red lips wrapped around this thick cock of yours?” She cooed.
“Yes,” Harry hissed. He barely even realized that he spoke; he was never this forward with women. But, Harry felt his body jolt with need thanks to the stunning witch in front of him. The last time he'd been with someone had been with Ginny just before he, Hermione, and Ron had left on their quests to track down Voldemort’s horcruxes. He had taken care of himself in the interim, but it was never quite the same as having someone else touch him. With Ginny now out of the picture since she had decided to end things, Harry was incredibly eager to be with someone again, even if it was just for a one-off encounter.
Narcissa grinned up at Harry. “Good answer,” she said as she unzipped his trousers.
Harry’s entire body tensed up as Narcissa’s hand came into contact with his cock, and he let out a low groan as she pulled him out of his trousers and gave him a couple strokes. His cock was hard in her hand, and Narcissa literally licked her lips at the size of it.
“Look at you,” Narcissa cooed again. Her eyes were wide with awe as she moved her face closer to his cock. Harry had always known that he was larger than most other men in his year, but it was really made apparent when he saw just how long and thick his cock was when Narcissa held it right up to her face. His shaft stretched from her chin to her hairline. Narcissa’s eyes briefly left his cock to look back up at Harry. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Then, without any further words, Narcissa planted a big, slobbery kiss right on the head of Harry’s cock. She pushed a bunch of saliva out through her puckered lips, helping to lubricate the head of his cock as she smeared the saliva around with her lips.
“Perfect,” Narcissa said as she pulled back to admire her handiwork, completely ignoring the spit that was trailing down her chin. “It’s all ready to suck now.”
Harry watched, enraptured by this beautiful blond witch, as her lips parted and she slowly took his cock into her mouth. Her warm breath misted over his cock, and he felt a little dribble of saliva splash on him. Her blue eyes were focused on his face the entire time, relishing in his reaction as her tongue slithered along the underside of his cock.
When the first four inches of Harry’s cock were in Narcissa’s mouth, she slowly sealed her pretty red lips around his shaft and sucked hard on him while making moans of approval. Her tongue lavished his cock with loving touches all around it.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned. This felt absolutely incredible! Ginny hadn’t really liked giving him blowjobs, nor was she anywhere near as sensual when she did it. But Narcissa absolutely oozed sex appeal. Her gorgeous features, beautiful blond hair, and stunning red lips all added up to the image of one incredible woman. She could easily have been a model had she been born a muggle.
Narcissa smiled around Harry’s cock at his spoken expletive. She slowly dragged her lips up his shaft before coming off of the head of his cock with a loud popping sound.
“Did you like that, Harry?” Narcissa smiled as she pumped his cock slowly with her fist. She kept his cock right up alongside her face, showing just how massive it was in comparison.
“Yes,” Harry moaned as Narcissa’s thumb brushed across the head of his cock.
“Good,” Narcissa said before kissing his cock again. “You deserve it. You’ve been through so much in your life; it’s time for others to treat you how you deserve. Anytime you want this, day or night, all you have to do is call.”
She’d do this again for me? Merlin, whatever dream Harry was having, he didn’t want to wake up from it.
Narcissa made a bubble of spit before letting it pop. The slick, slippery liquid dribbled down to her chin, and she immediately grabbed Harry’s cock and used it to wipe the spit off of her. The gleaming head twitched in her hand, making Narcissa smile up at Harry.
“Back when you were squabbling with Draco at Hogwarts, did you ever dream of me doing this to you to get revenge?” She asked him sultrily.
Harry hadn’t, but he wished he had. He shook his head no, and Narcissa grimaced.
“Pity,” she said, “because I dreamed about it. Hearing him go on and on about you was tiring, and I wondered just how mad he’d get if he walked in on me worshiping your cock. Would he rage and yell and curse, or would he be shocked into silence? What would he say when I told him that this was the greatest cock I’d ever laid my eyes on? And what would he do when I did this in front of him.”
With those words as her warning, Narcissa suddenly deepthroated Harry’s cock. She took every inch of it into her mouth until the head of his cock rammed roughly against the back of her throat. But, instead of spluttering or coughing, she merely readjusted her position and pushed her head forward so that his cock slipped into her tight throat.
Harry couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips. Nor could he help but grab onto Narcissa’s beautiful blond hair as she buried her face in his crotch. He could feel her red lips wrapped around the base of his shaft. Her mouth was so warm and welcoming, and her throat provided an incredible tightness that sent tingles down his spine.
Harry could have sworn that there was nothing that could feel better than this, but he was proved wrong half a second later when Narcissa started to hum around his cock.
“Fuck!” Harry shouted as his hips involuntarily jumped up from his seat, forcing his cock as deep into Narcissa’s throat as it could go. “Narcissa!”
Narcissa didn’t respond; she just kept humming and sending the most incredible vibrations through Harry’s cock. He felt so sensitive feeling her fleshy walls tremble around him, bringing him pleasure like he’d never felt before. He came close, so very close, to cumming inside of her mouth right then and there, but Narcissa pulled back just in time before that could happen.
She came off of his cock, laughing at the adorable expression of adoration and bewilderment on his face. “Did you like that?” She giggled.
“Did I like that?” Harry replied incredulously. “I loved it!”
“I’m glad,” Narcissa smiled up at him. She planted another kiss on his shaft. “You deserve nothing but the best. I’ve come to admire you from afar, Harry, and I truly wish there were more men like you in the world. If my husband and son were more like you then maybe our family wouldn’t have ended up in so much trouble. Then again, if they were more like you, I wouldn’t have had the chance to suck on this magnificent cock of yours.”
Harry breathed out a laugh of disbelief. “I don’t even know what to say.” What could he say to a woman as incredible as this?
“You don’t need to say anything,” Narcissa assured him. “Just enjoy yourself. In fact, I think it’s time we try something else out.”
There was more? Merlin, Harry couldn’t wait to see what she had planned next.
Narcissa scooted a few feet back from Harry, reluctantly leaving his cock for just a minute as she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her sheer black bra. Making sure that Harry’s eyes were on her, Narcissa slowly teased off the silky material until the two cups fell away from her breasts.
There was something to be said about witches: their breasts always seemed to be perfectly perky. Narcissa’s were no exception in this regard. Her large, full breasts were beautiful and topped with brilliant pink nipples that stood at attention. They fit her voluptuous body perfectly, and Harry could only imagine just how wonderful they’d feel in his hands.
“Get up,” Narcissa told Harry, smiling at the way he was lustfully staring at her breasts.
Harry got to his feet, his cock bobbing as he got up. Narcissa scooted back towards him on her knees and grabbed onto his hips.
“Grab my head,” Narcissa directed Harry. He did as she asked, filling his hands with her soft blond hair. “Now, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
She wanted what? “I must have misheard-” Harry began to say, but Narcissa shook her head firmly.
“I want you to get out all of that pent up frustration that my husband and son have caused you,” she told him. “I want you to force me to choke on your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then, I want you to cum all over my face.”
Merlin, getting the chance to cum on something so beautiful was more than Harry could stand the thought of; he needed to actually make it happen. He was beyond horny now thanks to this witch, and his cock was aching to go back into her mouth.
Narcissa smiled encouragingly up at Harry as he slowly moved her head into her position. Her soft, red lips parted slightly for the head of his cock. Her tongue slithered along the underside of it, eager to take more of his thick meat into her mouth.
“Fuck it,” Harry grunted and pulled Narcissa’s head towards him, forcing several inches of his cock into her mouth at once.
Narcissa handled it like a true champion. Harry’s cock forced its way into her throat and then back out and all she did was make the most wonderful gargling sound around him. She didn’t seem strained at all by his thick cock suddenly filling her throat. All of that tight, hot, damp tunnel was for his use freely, and all Harry had to do was take the initiative and use it.
Well, use it he would.
Harry started up a standard pace, forcing Narcissa’s head forwards and backwards as she sucked his cock. Her lips dragged along his shaft as he fucked her mouth, and her tongue worked wonders as it fluttered up against the underside of his shaft.
As incredible as Narcissa’s mouth and throat felt around his cock, nothing matched the sheer eroticism of her brilliant blue eyes staring up at him lovingly. It was as though she were feeling just as much pleasure as he was in that moment.
After a minute, Harry got more comfortable and started thrusting into Narcissa’s mouth at the same time as he forced her head towards the base of his shaft. This was what finally got a reaction out of her as she started to choke around his cock.
Harry immediately stopped what he was doing to make sure that she was okay, only for Narcissa to shake her head at him. “No, that was perfect,” she said in between breaths for air. “I want you to use me like that.”
There was no way Harry was going to turn down an offer like that, so he quickly forced her back down onto his cock and returned to fucking her mouth. The sound of her choking on his cock filled the room, but Narcissa seemed to be loving it just as much as he was. She bobbed on his cock with a slight upward curve to her lips and lust in her eyes.
Harry was moaning freely now as he fucked Narcissa’s mouth. His balls kept smacking off of her chin, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Her tight throat kept constricting around the head of his cock too, making it feel incredible every time he pulled back out. All of it added up to his orgasm approaching far more quickly than he would have liked.
“I’m close,” Harry grunted out.
Finally, Narcissa took control again. She pushed herself back and let Harry’s cock fall out of her mouth before she grabbed onto his thick shaft with both of her hands and started stroking him fiercely.
“I want you to mark me,” she moaned up at him. “I want your cum all over my face.”
Her words sent Harry over the edge. He felt his balls tighten half a second before his seed came spilling out of his shaft. Thick, milky-white strands of cum shot out of his cock and splattered across Narcissa’s face. Narcissa kept pumping him with a great big smile on her face as Harry’s cum covered her forehead, cheeks, eyelids, nose, lips, and jawline. Some of it even dribbled off of her face and down onto her breasts.
When Harry was finally spent, he collapsed back into the chair with an almighty sigh. “That felt amazing,” he gushed.
“Anytime you want more,” Narcissa grinned at him. “You know where to find me.”
Eventually, Harry stowed his slobber-covered cock away and stood up, thanking Narcissa for the incredible time she showed him. Surprisingly, Narcissa didn’t hide anything. She stood up too, completely bare except for her black lace panties that were split down the middle, showing off her dripping wet pussy. She walked him to the front door with his cum all over her face and breasts, promising that she’d be ready for him whenever he came calling.
Just before they reached the door though, it swung inward.
“Mother, I’m home,” Draco managed to get out before his jaw dropped in shock at the sight before him.
“Hello sweetie,” Narcissa smiled at Draco. “I was just saying goodbye to Harry here.”
Harry had to bite back a laugh at the mixed look of terror and surprise on Draco’s face. “See you next time, Narcissa.”
Narcissa smiled at him. “Until then.”
With that, Harry walked past the shell-shocked Draco and out into the afternoon sunlight. He felt lighter than he had in years.
As he walked down the smooth driveway back to the gate, there was only one thing on his mind: when was the earliest time he could visit Narcissa again?
