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Helena on Easter Sunday
🕑 Added 2023-04-09 21:41:19 +0000 UTCHappy Easter, everyone. Hope you had a great one and had some chocolate. Here's a scene and image with Helena, the Easter bunny. A better writer probably would have made the story timeline (currently just before Christmas) match up with the real-world timeline, but screw it. Just for this little scene, we're gonna be in Easter.
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Harry smiled as he wandered into Narcissa’s kitchen. She was wearing bunny ears and ivory white lingerie — the full works, stockings, garters, slips and all.
“Hi, love.” He said fondly, watching her face break into surprised joy. Her face lit up as he embraced her, kissed her, hands exploring her as always.
For a moment, she let herself fall into his passionate kisses, letting his hands paw over her. But then she sighed and broke away from his eager lips.
“Sorry, my Lord.” She pushed him back softly. “I’m not your Easter gift, today.”
“You’re not?” Harry pouted. “But you look like you need to be unwrapped.”
“Helena is busy making a special Easter for you.” Narcissa patted his chest. “She’s out on the grounds, go and find her. Probably by the poolhouse.”
“Mmm, okay.” He said, nibbling at her neck.
“But you can come see me before you head back to Hogwarts, if you like.” Narcissa said primly, throwing her head back for him.
“Yeah?”
“I’ll be in my bedroom, waiting.” She purred. “If my daughter doesn’t…satiate you.”
She pushed him out of the wide French doors that had been slid open to reveal the warm spring hues. Harry took a moment to enjoy the sun on his face — it was a pleasant Easter, the sort of spring day that hinted at a beautiful summer to come. Back in Hogwarts, the students were having picnics by the lake, but Helena had owled him, asking him to visit for an Easter surprise.
He strolled the grounds, always impressed at how large the manor grounds were. Cissy and the elves kept it pristine — ornate stone fountains and acres of rolling lawns that eventually made their way to the large swimming pool. More of a lake, he reflected, with a statue in the center, of some Malfoy ancestor or other.
Harry couldn’t be bothered to have it replaced — he’d already had the victory over his old school rival — and had it again every night he chose. Next to the pool, a stone poolhouse, larger than some people’s houses, with a huge veranda of cream stone at its side, to shade the deck chairs by the pool.
There was Helena, humming happily to herself as she hid some chocolate eggs in the fire towers they used in the evenings, on the rare occasions they wanted to relax by the pool. She carried a wicker basket of chocolate eggs, every inch the naughty Easter bunny with a floppy ear-headband, skimpy white bra and thong and thigh-high stockings. High heels too, though nowhere near as high as Narcissa’s towering affairs.
And, to his slight horror, she carried a huge fluffy Easter bunny. It was…a Harry Potter bunny, complete with lightning bolt scar and creepy green eyes.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Harry said, trying not to look at the ghastly bunny.
“Harry!” Helena beamed, turning and placing her basket down. She bounced towards him and glomped him. “Happy Easter!”
“And to you, too.” Her floppy bunny ears slapped him on the face as she nuzzled his neck, platinum blonde hair tickling his skin. The big Harry-bunny stared silently from their side, the unwelcome third in the hug. Harry tried to ignore it, taking solace in palming her peachy ass. He'd been feeding her up with load after load, and it been good for her - her asscheeks were practically swallowing up her thin thong.
“What’s all this?” He asked.
“I wanted to give you a special Easter.” Helena cheered. “So I made an egg hunt!”
“An egg hunt?”
She retrieved a small chocolate egg and fed it to him — it was a creamy crunchy hazelnut flavor. “Mmm—”
“Good, right? Mother wasn’t confident in making her own, so we imported some from Belgium for you. You have to find all the eggs with lightning bolts on them.”
“Is that where you got this creepy thing?” Harry poked the pink-tipped nose of the bunny.
“Hey!” Helena pouted. “It’s not creepy, it’s my Harry-bunny, for when you’re not here.”
“I can’t believe they sell these.”
“There’s a lot more, believe me.” Helena paused. “You probably don’t want to know, actually. Mother spent half the shopping trip buying Harry Potter merchandise and the other half making notes to send threatening letters so you get a cut.”
He kissed her cheek. “Both my Malfoy girls are so smart. What do I get if I find all the eggs?”
Helena posed, twirling, face reddening a little. “Me, of course. Your own bunny girl.”
He took her into his stride, taking her basket from her and tugging her along by the hand. “That’s a serious prize, we’d best get to work.”
Helena forewent his hand and instead held onto his arm with both hands, staring up at him in adoration as she warbled on. Harry let himself enjoy the walk, as she nattered on about her Durmstrang classes, how she’d made friends now she was turning up in fine silk robes and wearing expensive jewelry, how she’d spotted some Durmstrang girls for him, about the library books she was reading to pass on the knowledge to him.
She was a flower whose petals only unfurled themselves to him, but she always enchanted him.
“How’s the manor treating you?”
Helena nodded eagerly. “I come back every weekend to see Mother. It’s so wonderful here and I can wear so little and feel so free.”
“I can see that.” He said, pinching her ample bottom.
She giggled. “I just wish I could be here all the time, keeping the house for you.” She sighed happily. “I think Mother has made the housewife life look like a dream.”
Harry smirked. He loved his two Malfoy housewives — heading back to the manor felt like a license to disappear into another life, where he was a pureblood husband coming back from work, ready to be doted on, wined and dined, and then tugged to bed to perform his marital duties.
Together, they explored the expansive Malfoy grounds, finding the eggs she’d hidden. One under the pool which he had to summon up, one in the Abraxan stables under the hay, one up the rotting treehouse near the ward’s end, and the final egg in the natural stream that ran through the thick trees by the forest clearing.
“Happy Easter, Harry.” Helena kissed him, her doe eyes wide. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m so in love with you. You’ve made me such a silly girl, you know. I used to have dreams, ambitions.”
Harry took her in his arms, dragging her bra down below her breasts and slowly drawing her thong down. He wanted his Easter present.
“You can do whatever you want to do, honey.”
She glared up at him half-heartedly. “But now all I want to do is cook for you, and make the house nice for you, and wear frilly lacy things, and make fun things for you to do on Halloween and Christmas and Easter. Even in school, I just sit in lessons and think of you, staring out the window, wondering what you’re doing.”
“You’re the sweetest.” He kissed the complaints from her lips. “Thank you for making this a home for me, for putting all this together.”
She softened. “It’s a little thank you. Even when the other girls try and make friends with me, I’m shy like a bunny. But with you, I’m someone else. Free. Confident. Happy.”
He kissed her lips and then down to her neck, up once more to her ears. “Hey, bunny-girl,” He whispered. “You know what else bunnies do? They…bounce.” Harry tugged her panties down to her ankles, pulling her down into the soft grass.
She squealed. “Harry!”
“What?” He said innocently.
She shrugged her shoulders to slip her bra off, leaving her naked but for her bunny-ears. His creamy bunny-girl, ready to be eaten up.
“I did promise you a reward, I suppose.” She said, in mock-displeasure, fishing his hard cock from his jeans. “Just once though, you need to get back to Hogwarts.”
“Nuh-uh.” Harry smirked. “Didn’t you know?” He sighed as she shifted to envelop his shaft into her wet snatch. “Easter Sunday is the day for second comings.”
Comments
Dennis Banfield
The second comings hahahahaha I’m ok if the entire story was a set up for that pun! Loved it
Champion Bescos
The last line had me chuckling. Great prose all around in this sweet little aside.
