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Sorcery and Seduction Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2025-01-22 19:53:46 +0000 UTCEven if Pansy said she wanted to handle Narcissa Malfoy alone, Harry didn’t want to take any chances. The woman had arranged to meet her at one of the inns in Hogsmeade, and Harry pocketed his invisibility cloak before following her from the castle.
The Slytherin brunette entered one of the more luxurious inns, secluded on the edge of the village. He followed her past the inn-keeper and upstairs and down the hall to the reserved room, making sure he was undetected all the while. She didn’t hear him with his footsteps silenced, as Harry followed right behind her under his cloak before quickly darting into the room they had arranged to meet in.
It was akin to a spacious muggle hotel room, split into two rooms with one acting as a lounge and another as a bedroom. Draco’s Mother was already sitting prepared with a cup of tea in her lap, as Pansy sat in one of the cushioned chairs across from her.
The sight of Narcissa Malfoy took his breath away for a moment. He had seen her long ago at the Quidditch World Cup, but had forgotten about her in the chaos that was the aftermath. Blonde and beautiful, an aristocratic face with high cheekbones, with robes that hugged her insane figure. It made him angry that he was spending so much time fooling around with girls his own age at Hogwarts, when he could be in a relationship with a real woman like her.
There was a strange sense of depravity he felt as he eyed the woman. The Mother of his school bully, and the lover of one of his greatest enemies. No doubt Lucius was fucking the woman every chance he got. That last thought made his teeth grind in jealousy.
He could see the way her tight, black skirt hugged her thick, child-bearing hips, with a fancy white top made of Abraxan silk. Her top was open, giving him a slight view of her cleavage, which was hugged by her shirt to emphasize just how large and perfect her tits were.
“…You’ve been given an opportunity many would envy.” Narcissa Malfoy had finished saying as he paid attention to their conversation. Her voice was measured, with a faint undercurrent of disdain. “The Dark Lord values those who act decisively.”
“I understand.” Pansy replied, acting the part of an eager but naive pureblood as her words trembled slightly. “I just—I want to prove myself.”
“Do you know what it truly means to serve a cause, Miss Parkinson? To be bound by it, for better or worse?” Mrs. Malfoy’s gaze scrutinized Pansy, as if looking for any flaws. “Are you really willing to risk everything, be it your own life, your family’s life, all in the name of the Dark Lord? No. I must say that I find you lacking in that department.”
The woman’s words sounding like a bitter warning that she addressed to Pansy, almost as if she was trying to make her see sense. As an outside observer, Harry was shocked that Narcissa was so willing to turn down a potential Death Eater recruit.
“Please!” Pansy stood up in desperation. “I’ll do anything to prove myself and my family. Anything you want!”
That seemed to please Narcissa, her lips gaining a curve that wasn’t there before. It was almost as if the woman hadn’t come to recruit Pansy to Voldemort’s cause at all, but instead to take advantage of Pansy for her own personal gain.
“Very well, if you insist.” Narcissa took a calm sip of her tea. “I want you-”
He moved then, removing his invisibility cloak and sending a stunning spell across the room. It hit Pansy, knocking her out as she fell into one of the cushioned chairs.
“Potter!” Narcissa said sharply, rising from her chair as she placed her tea aside. Her wand was in her hand in an instant, aimed directly at him. “Have you lost your mind?”
His gaze went to Pansy’s unconscious form for a moment, as ideas swirled in his head. He finally decided on a course of action. “I’m not here to fight you.”
She looked at him disbelievingly. “And yet you already threw the first spell. Give me a good reason not to curse you where you stand!”
“Because I know why you were meeting with Parkinson.” He said, acting as if he coincidentally happened upon their meeting. She didn’t need to know Pansy was his spy. “You were trying to recruit her to be a Death Eater, weren’t you?”
Narcissa’s expression didn’t falter, but her grip on her wand shifted slightly. “You presume to understand far more than you do, boy. Whatever fantasies you’ve concocted about what is going on here is irrelevant. You’ve meddled enough.”
Harry took a step forward, his heart hammering. “I’m not meddling—I’m trying to stop people like you from throwing their lives away.”
“People like me?” Narcissa’s voice turned icy. “You have no idea who I am or what I’ve done.”
It seemed that she wouldn’t be turned by morality, which was somewhat disappointing to him. It meant that he had to gain her trust some other way, and to do that he had to give her an offer of equivalent exchange that she wouldn’t be able to refuse.
He already knew what most Witches wanted -especially those at Hogwarts- whether it be fame, riches, or security. But Narcissa Malfoy already seemed to have all that. The Malfoy wealth, the notoriety of her position in society, and the security that came with her husband being so close to the Minister and Voldemort.
That begged the question of what he could offer her, a woman who seemingly had everything in most people’s eyes. But maybe there was more to her than it seemed.
“I know you hold no loyalty to Voldemort.” He took a gamble. “I’ve seen how Voldemort acts, and the way he treats his servants. You know as well as I that it’s only a matter of time till he kills either Lucius or Draco and leaves you out to dry.”
That seemed to get under her skin, a fierce glare being directed his way. “You know nothing about which you speak!”
“I saw how Voldemort treated your husband in that graveyard, and I can only imagine what he’s been put through since.” She didn’t deny his words outright, meaning his hunch had been right. “You need a way out. Not just for you, but for your son.”
“Are you trying to recruit me?” She laughed bitterly. “Trust me, you’re not the first to try and make me switch sides. I imagine that Dumbledore set you up to this.”
“He didn’t actually.” Harry replied. Dumbledore had been on his nerves as of late, as the Headmaster continued to ignore him completely and was seemingly too happy to let Umbridge run roughshod over the school. “I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands for once. I’ve started gaining a following, and soon enough Voldemort will be but a memory.”
“You’re delusional.” Narcissa said without any real heat. “Whatever following you’ve gathered is probably nothing more than a fan club for the Boy-Who-Lived.”
“Still, it’s better than doing nothing.” He said simply. “It’s better than what your son has been doing, at least. Getting closer to the family of one of my greatest followers.”
Narcissa stiffened. “What do you mean?”
This was his biggest gamble yet. “Draco has been chasing after Astoria Greengrass. She’s the sister of Daphne, one of my most loyal followers.”
The implications of that were clear enough, lending Harry a tremendous amount of potential blackmail and power over Malfoy. Narcissa could clearly figure out what he was alluding to, her posture frozen as she looked at him. The best part of it all was that Draco was pursuing Astoria of his own volition, with Harry not even having to lift a finger.
“I could figure out what your plan was with Pansy.” He gestured at Pansy’s unconscious form. “You didn’t like Draco getting closer to Astoria, and wanted Pansy to seduce him. It was why you set up this meeting in the first place, not to induct Pansy into the Death Eaters, but to begin the process of making her your puppet.”
With him being able to read the letter between Pansy and Mrs. Malfoy, it hadn’t been hard to see what Narcissa’s plan was, especially with the woman going as far as to order Pansy to get closer to Draco. Even after doing so, Pansy had continued to inform the woman about Draco fancying Astoria in her letters, along with the reports about Harry being close to the Greengrasses. It all served to make the woman worried, and forced her to rely on Pansy even more.
All of it was done in the name of keeping Draco away from the Greengrasses, because of their affiliation with him. Voldemort was not known to be merciful, and Draco could very well be killed if he got closer to Astoria. This all led Narcissa to where she was now, in the prime position for him to extort her else Draco look like a turncoat in Voldemort’s eyes.
“You’re much more insidious than I anticipated.” Narcissa glared at him. “Using my son against me.”
Harry knew the power he had over Narcissa in that moment. With some simple maneuvering he could have Draco in a relationship with Astoria before spreading rumors that Malfoy was working for him. Draco could deny it, but Voldemort wouldn’t see things like that, and there was a good chance he might even be killed for associating with blood-traitors.
Narcissa had practically put all her cards in Pansy seducing Draco away from Astoria, but that would never work now. It left him dangling the safety of her son over her head, ready to coerce anything he desired from her.
But Harry wasn’t that type of person. He might seduce Witches he was mutually attracted to in order to gain power, but forcing women to work for him against their will wasn’t him. At the end of the day, he wanted to gain Narcissa’s trust the right way.
“I’m not going to use your son against you.” Harry said. “I genuinely have nothing to do with Draco chasing after Astoria, and I was planning to break up their relationship anyways.”
“W-What?” Narcissa stuttered out in shock, a reaction she clearly wasn’t used to. “B-But, you…”
“I told you this to prove that I know what I’m doing.” He explained. “I know how Voldemort thinks, his strengths, and how terribly he treats people. I’m not like him, and I would never use your son to get what I want.”
Narcissa still stared at him in clear shock, her wand arm falling down to show she no longer viewed him as a threat. He could guess she was somewhat used to people taking advantage of her. The woman had expected him to do the same, leaving her in a predicament. “You could have used the leverage of my son against me, why even do all this to not go through with it?”
“I just wanted to see if you were willing to work with me against Voldemort.” Harry shrugged. “You clearly don’t like the man, and I hoped that at least some of our shared interests could align. I may not like your son… or your husband, but no one should have to deal with a madman like him hovering over their family.”
Narcissa didn’t respond for a while. Harry could only imagine what kind of thoughts were going through her mind as she stared at him. He only hoped she would agree to work with him at the very least.
“Say I agree to work with you, what would you want?” She broke the silence hesitantly, almost as if she was testing each word.
“Anything useful that you can tell me.” He said. “Especially when it comes to things related to Hogwarts. Voldemort has already infiltrated the school several times, and I’m tired of students getting hurt because of his actions. Or worse, killed like Cedric was.”
If anything, his answer seemed to suprise her. It was hard to spot, but the woman gained a strange glint in the corner of her eye as she looked at him. He could tell she approved of his actions at the very least, but there was something else there.
“You’re a good man, Harry Potter.” She sighed contently, smiling at him. “If only I had met a man like you when I was younger.”
What?
That had brought him up short. He looked at Draco’s Mother in a new way then, not imagining their conversation would have gone this direction.
“You say that as if we can’t be together now.” He entertained her words, not imagining they would get in a relationship or anything like that. “Besides, it’s not like your husband is a stand-up guy.”
A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t be sleeping with scum like him.
“You’re right, Lucius isn’t a respectable man anymore.” Narcissa replied, a sudden vulnerability entering her gaze. “But then again, I’m old and not the young woman I used to be.”
He took her in then, admiring her gorgeous figure and aristocratic looks. He was sure Narcissa had aged from her time at Hogwarts, likely losing her hourglass dainty form she had when younger, and putting on weight as the years went by and after having a child. But to him, the woman looked as if she had aged like fine wine.
Her legs were long, her hips soft and thick, supporting a large peach bum that had only gotten fatter over the years. He could see how her clothes outlined her child-bearing hips, leading up from her thin waist to large breasts that only could have swelled with age. Her skin was still soft and spotless, her hair long and golden, and a blushing face he quite liked.
It seemed she had noticed his meandering gaze, her cheeks red from his attention. Harry didn’t let the situation become awkward, knowing an opportunity like this wouldn’t come again. “You’re beautiful.”
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Narcissa knew she was beautiful.
Narcissa Malfoy, the Queen of High Society. The Gorgeous Pureblood Wife of Lucius Malfoy. The Blonde Black Sister. The Slytherin Bitch. All were things that were whispered behind her back as time passed. She never paid much attention to any of them, doing her best to ignore the rabble as any good pureblood woman would do. Everything said about her was both good and bad, but as the years went by, her mind drifted to the more negative things.
There was a creeping insecurity that was taking hold over her, a whispering doubt that came with age. She was old. Her husband wasn’t a good man, and his time was nearly up. She had been a terrible mother. Her beauty was beginning to diminish.
They were the creeping insecurities that she knew many other pureblood wives experienced, having seen it herself. Her old friends from Hogwarts who suffered from such maladies went on to indulge in potions and drink, desperately trying to find a way back to how things used to be. But the tale of the aging trophy wife was as old as time, and almost predestined for a woman like her.
But things don’t have to be that way.
It lit a certain fire in her to be so close to Harry Potter. She should have hated him, just like how Lucius and Draco did, but instead she was utterly enthralled.
Being so close to such a famous and powerful Wizard, and the one who had even defeated the Dark Lord, it made her almost giddy. It was a feeling she thought only reserved for younger women, those wanting status or name. But the feeling of having someone so renowned focused on her made those negative thoughts vanish.
He was young and bold, filled with more than enough magical power to match the titans of their world. He was the prime bachelor for any pureblood witch, someone that an old Witch like her should have no chance with. Potter could have anyone he wanted, and he knew it, and yet his attention was on her.
And so she didn’t resist him as they kissed, nor did she raise her wand against him as he tore off her robes. In fact she quite liked how he took charge, taking the initiative so she didn’t have to.
The way he seemed to worship her mature body and praise her assets made her feel decades younger, giving her a powerful feeling the likes of which she had never felt before. The sight of his strong, naked form almost made her drool. His muscular body that was unique to have among Wizards, with clearly defined muscles and abs that rippled with strength.
He was every Witches wet dream, and that was without mentioning his massive, girthy cock. A vaginal weapon of mass destruction mounted between his legs, hard and huge, close in length to her forearm and as thick as his bicep. She gaped in astonishment when she first saw it, studying the powerful veins that pumped it with blood and magic. Below it rested his bulging ballbag, a thick sack of two balls that could easily overfill her palms.
He had no buisiness being with her, and her with him, and yet it just felt so good.
“Ah! Yes Harry! Harder! Harder! Oh fuck me!” She screamed and writhed in pleasure on her knees, his massive cock filling her to the brim with each thrust.
She forgot about Lucius then, about her broken marriage and their failure of a son. She no longer worried about the dangers in her life or the risks of being associated with the Dark Lord. All she cared about was pleasing him, letting Harry Potter enjoy her body to the fullest and satisfying him. It was all in the name of her own satisfaction, to prove that she wasn’t just some broken-down aging trophy wife. And instead a real woman who could still compete with girls younger than her.
His coarse hands were all over her, smacking her arse, groping her breasts, before digging into her hips. His thrusts were thunderous, as powerful muscular thighs collided with her arse each time he pumped more of his shaft into her.
She could feel her blonde hair being pulled and ruined, an act that should of enraged her. Her blonde hair was her pride and joy, long and natural looking, and maintained through hours of her own labor. But she didn’t care Potter was messing with it, even when he gripped it in order to get more leverage as he thrust into her.
All it did was increase her own lust and pleasure. She almost felt like Potter was cleaning her, purifying the stench of Lucius’ crimes and misdeeds as his cock continued to pummel her core. All the while she went through more orgasms than she could possibly count, feeling her own juices leak out of where their bodies collided to form a puddle on the bed.
-
Harry threw his head back and groaned in pleasure, feeling the cunt of the mature MILF squeeze his cock as she went through yet another orgasm. Narcissa screamed incoherently in pleasure, moaning wantonly as he fucked her.
His hands raked over her skin, smacking her arse harshly and squeezing her big tits. Her blonde hair was messy and slick with sweat, and her fat arse red with abuse. He couldn’t help but watch her fat cheeks ripple and bounce with each brutal thrust, knowing the woman would never again get a pounding close to this in intensity.
He was glad to have seduced her, earning her affecting instead of forcing it. With her beauty came so much more, as she would be yet another spy on his side that would help him fight Voldemort. That wasn’t mentioning her own magical strength, something that would make him that much more powerful when added to his own.
He could feel his release coming, and picked up his thrusts. Draco’s Mum was doing her best to try and match his pace, but it wasn’t good enough. He forcibly reached up and grasped her hair, pulling the blonde locks around his fist in order to fuck her even harder. Narcissa moaned wantonly, as saliva was being forced out of her mouth with the power of each of his thrusts.
Her pussy squeezed around his cock once again, no doubt brought on by his show of dominance, adding further lubrication to his cock. The loud slapping of skin and each wet squelch that came with his thrusts filled the room, being almost deafening in volume. When his release finally hit he slammed against her, pulling Narcissa tight before shooting his load deep into her.
“c-cumming, s-so much c-cum!” Narcissa got out in between moans, her body quivering and shaking against his own in pleasure.
Harry ignored her and whispered the spell to bring her into his coven, placing his mark on the inside of her left arse-cheek. It was unlikely that Lucius or anyone else would see it there, as it would take someone pushing her fat cheeks apart to view it.
His coven was growing steadily in size and power, with so many witches ready and waiting to join him. Narcissa was just the latest member, with Daphne and Susan having already given themselves to him. All it did was fuel him, making his goal of defeating Voldemort that much closer.
He let Narcissa fall onto the bed where she buried her face in a pillow. His own form fell onto hers, both his hands reaching around to grasp her large breasts. He enjoyed how his fingers sunk into the soft pillowy flesh, using her big tits as leverage as he began fucking her once again. Each stroke this time was slow but powerful, ending with him buried deep in her core.
As he busied himself with the blonde MILF, Harry didn’t see the brunette watching from the next room over, nor the look of shock and pleasure on her own face.
A/N: No, it’s not Pansy watching them.
Introducing the next member of the coven, Narcissa, as per the result of the last poll.
I’d like to know if you thought Harry got with her too quickly, as I know many like the chase when it comes to Harry going after women.
Comments
Rogue
I’m betting it was Hermione that was watching them. I’m looking forward to how the next chapter plays out.
Witherdale
Narcissa was a little too quick to fall, but you did pace the seduction well, just not the change of scenery and Pansy. Otherwise, good job. Cissy is my fan favorite with Nym and HGr, too.
travis btmb
Tftc good job I'm guessing the watcher is either madam rosmerta or ritta skeeter
yan boul
for her no he had to hit hard sight that it remains not to find her often alone do not know how girls at Hogwarts
