Malfoy 3

Chapter 6: 14 July 8:00 AM -- 20 July 8:00 AM – Malfoy 3

It was the morning that Draco began his visits to the Crabbes and Goyles. It was the morning after I had seduced Narcissa. I awoke angry because she was not in bed with me. It was an unreasonable anger that confused and frightened me. There's no reason for this anger, I kept telling myself.

There was also a house-elf in my rooms. Despite my rage, I managed to be civil to the elf, even polite. "Good morning, Debby," I said cordially.

"Good morning, Master Hermann," replied Debby, trying not to show that she was pleased that I remembered her name.

"Master Hermann," continued Debby, "Mistress Malfoy wishes you good morning. And Mistress Malfoy humbly requests that you take breakfast in your rooms and meet Mistress Malfoy and Master Draco later."

"That's a reasonable request," I said, to Debby's relief.

Let's avert an international incident by keeping the exchange student away from a hung-over Draco. More importantly, who knew how Narcissa and I would react to each other this morning. I thought I could act the innocent and proper guest, but emotions were running high. Narcissa could be afraid of revealing our affair in front of Draco. For all I knew, Narcissa planned to claw my eyes out and was afraid that might upset Draco. I knew that I had some terrible rage that I couldn't understand.

I thanked Debby for the coffee and orange juice and said I wanted to go jogging to clear my head. I had to figure out what was bothering me. Debby said she would wait for Master Hermann. Debby said there was nothing more important than watching over Master Hermann this morning. I reassured her that I would take a quick jog and return immediately to my rooms for breakfast.

First things first, I thought, as I trotted along. The first thing was all the betrayals. There were four: the Ministries, who expected exemplary behavior; Draco, who regarded me as a friend; Mr. Malfoy, who had extended the original invitation and whose wife I had just seduced; and Narcissa, a lonely woman of whom I had taken advantage. There was possibly a fifth: my parents, who would be disappointed in me.

Okay, part of the anger might be towards myself for poor behavior. But that was more remorse than rage, I concluded, as the jogging cleared my head. Besides, I knew that I was betraying everyone last night, and I even knew why I was betraying everyone. I'm terrible with girls. I can't connect. They don't like me. Being with Narcissa was a chance, perhaps my only chance, to experience that part of life. For my one and only chance to experience that part of life, I had decided long ago that I would do anything and betray anyone.

The specific trigger, I realized, was Narcissa not being there when I woke up. I realized that it was ridiculous to be angry at that since Narcissa had a son to consider. Why was it making me angry? It took a long time to reach the answer since it was something I didn't want to be true. I was afraid of being just a toy to Narcissa, just a silly little boy.

The possibility that I was just a silly little boy to Narcissa was daunting; but now that I knew what was bothering me, I could handle it. I didn't believe I could handle it well, but perhaps I wouldn't make a complete fool of myself ... only a partial fool. Besides, Narcissa was not likely to turn on me until Draco had left. Any apprehension I showed would look like distress that Draco had to leave. Braced by these heartening considerations, I shaved, showered, and ordered breakfast.

* * *

I wished Draco God's speed and good luck for his visits. Draco thanked me and asked that I take good care of his mother. Draco and his mother made their farewells.

"I hate to see him leave," said Narcissa, with her head on my shoulder and her arms around me. Clawing my eyes out was not on her immediate agenda.

"I'm sorry he has to leave, too," I said, comforting Narcissa. To be honest, I was ambivalent about Draco's leaving. This is shameful, I realized, comforting Draco's mother and getting an erection holding her.

If she noticed the erection, Narcissa either liked it or decided to ignore it. "Mmm," she sighed, "you're so nice to me."

"Would you like to go for a ride?" she asked, drying her eyes and shaking her hair back into place.

She returned with her broom, wearing a skirt instead of sensible trousers.

Off she went. She was skillful. The skirt slowly billowed higher and higher, revealing more and more of her shapely legs. Finally it had blown up and around her waist. She followed a convoluted course that let me gawk from every angle ... every angle! The barrel rolls were delicious. What a tease.

I was in hot pursuit when she stopped and complained, "You're not catching me very fast."

"I'm doing my part," I protested. "I'm staring shamelessly. Where's a good place to catch you?"

She zipped ahead to a private, grassy spot. "Oh, Heavens, I was too reckless. My broom crashed!" she exclaimed, spreading a blanket.

I had worn a jacket even though the day was warm. I folded it for a pillow for us. We were lying on our sides facing each other. It was a good position for mutual affection. I held and stroked and kissed Narcissa in an undemanding manner until she relaxed. For various reasons, although I could be completely wrong, I kept thinking there were horrors in this woman's past. Don't push her. Don't corner her. Let her do what she liked, which at the moment was sticking her tongue down my throat. That was not doing my self-control any good at all. She was flushed and panting. I looked into the eyes of a hungry predator and became one myself. I managed to unbutton her blouse instead of ripping it off.

I nibbled my way down Narcissa to between her thighs without bothering with her bra or breasts. I was too hungry. I nibbled my way from her knee up her thigh to her knickers where she moaned as I nuzzled her. I nibbled my way from her other knee up her thigh to her knickers again. When Narcissa moaned again, the hunger became unbearable. I stayed between her legs. Narcissa slid her knickers down, and I pulled them the rest of the way off. I returned to gently licking Narcissa with my tongue. I had no idea what I was doing. I hoped Narcissa would help, and I could stumble through. I did know that I wanted to give Narcissa incredible pleasure. I heard a soft 'yes.' I nibbled Narcissa as she moved. I let Narcissa move until I was licking the spots she wanted. I heard Narcissa gently sigh as I licked her into a soft rhythmic wiggle. I heard Narcissa softly whimper as I nibbled her into a gentle rhythmic writhing.

I noticed that her hands had fallen from my head and that she was still and limp.

"Please, please, let her do it," I said to myself. She did. Narcissa moved her hands to beside her head and gave me a sweet, helpless smile. The predator held Narcissa down and listened to her soft sighs as he entered his sweetheart. I was going to bonk Narcissa, right there, on the spot. I was going to have Narcissa as she lay there, held down with her legs spread. Narcissa looked into my eyes. Yes, watch as I have you, Narcissa. Yes, listen to your sloppy noise, Narcissa. I'm taking you, darling. I'm taking you all spread out and wet, honey. I'm taking you with no effort at all, sweetheart. I'm taking you now, beautiful. Narcissa watched as I had my orgasm.

I lowered myself and held her. I just held her. I wasn't capable of doing anything else.

Narcissa Malfoy, every inch a lady, sat looking out over the lake with her young lover's head in her lap. "You make me happy," she told him.

* * *

Several days later, I was sipping tea under an umbrella at a sidewalk table while Narcissa bought some new kitchen gadget. The elves had broken the old one this morning. There had been some cringing, but Narcissa just laughed and threw the broken tool away. It's hard to tell with elves, but they appeared to be adjusting to a more benign way of life. I was adjusting too, mostly my expectations. In the books, the lady moans loudly, thrashes around on the man's penis, and finally yells her head off when she has her orgasm. I wasn't having any such experiences. Narcissa was quiet, hardly moved, took forever to have an orgasm, and then just went limp. I felt inadequate. I was waiting for some really virile bloke to give Narcissa an incredible experience and then take her away from me.

Narcissa, however, seemed satisfied with everything. When I asked her what I could do different to make it better for her, she was grateful that I cared but got a little upset. She thought everything was fine, was worried I didn't find her sexy enough, fretted that I was getting tired of her, and said she was telling me what she wanted. She finally said the only time she ever felt safe enough to have an orgasm was when she was in my arms, and she hadn't wanted to admit that to me. I felt bad after she said that. I felt that I had violated her. I told her I was sorry that I pushed her into saying something she didn't want to say.

As terrible as I felt, however, her confession removed a burden of guilt. I thought of the things I had done while she lay limp. I wasn't scum taking advantage. I was her trusted lover returning her passion. I decided the only thing I could do was to do my best until Mr. Virile arrived and took Narcissa away from me. Meanwhile, I was finding Narcissa sexier and sexier. I adored her quiet moans. I enjoyed her gentle moves. I relished her sweet, final release and collapse. As I sat musing, I spotted Narcissa walking toward me. Absolutely incredible, the way that woman moves. I waved. She waved back. I love to see Narcissa's face light up and her walk become sprightly when she sees me.

Narcissa sat down and helped herself to my tea. I knew what she was going to say.

"It's time to go home and exercise the birds," said Narcissa, finishing my tea.

"Darling? Why are you smiling at me like that?" she asked.

I took her hand. "Because you're sweet."

Narcissa put my hand in her lap, leaned over, and whispered in my ear, "You can mount your stick and exercise the birds, and then you can mount your bird and exercise the stick."

Good plan!

Despite Narcissa's attractive plan, we ordered more tea, and I waited for Narcissa to tell me about her shopping. After all, she had been away from me for more than an hour. She told me about the stores she had gone to and the things she had bought, and then she relaxed. Now we could go home.

We finished our tea and returned to Malfoy Manor where I installed the kitchen gadget for the elves. After checking that it worked, I noticed that it could be turned upside down and still fit. I put it together wrong and began a long, convoluted explanation why it would work better that way. The elves thought it hilarious.

"That's upside down," snapped Narcissa.

"You're doing it wrong," she complained as she stepped over and installed the gadget correctly.

"Narcissa," I said as I held her shoulders and gently rubbed them to calm her down. "I was kidding the elves."

Later, while she was changing clothes to exercise the Snitch-Birds, Narcissa wondered why she had snapped at Hermann. Why can't I control my emotions anymore? Narcissa gave her appearance one more appraising look in the mirror before joining Hermann and the birds. Hermann was giving them fresh water when she arrived.

Narcissa had moved the birds into the study because she liked their company. She would never get tired of looking at their bright yellow bodies and metallic gold wings. Narcissa loved to watch them move and had built them several large cages. She knew which ones were due for exercise, but she handled them all to check their health. Besides, the birds liked the attention. Last night, while she was cuddled around him, Hermann had told her that he was glad she liked the birds. Of course, she thought. What's not to like? Narcissa believed Hermann to be rather perfunctory about taking care of the birds. "Yes, Lillith, it's your turn today," she told the bird on her finger. "You too, Charles," she said to the bird preening in the other cage. On the table by her reading chair were two recommended books on caring for the birds, an autobiography of a Snitch-Bird breeder, and a dense book on the bird's history.

We exercised one bird at a time since the birds liked the realism of two competing Seekers. Lillith was first. The three of us took a small tour around the lake to warm up. When we arrived at the area marked like a Quidditch pitch, we gave the release signal, and Lillith went straight up and out of sight. Narcissa and I began our ascent looking for her. I spotted Lillith and began the chase. I had to be careful since I knew that Narcissa would happily knock me off my broom. I made ascents fast enough to be breathtaking; I made turns sharp enough to be gut-wrenching; and I made dives steep enough to be hair-raising. Lillith was having a great time. I was running on fear and adrenaline, and I was wondering how Seekers took the stress in a real game. I almost caught Lillith twice, but Narcissa bumped me away. Narcissa was having a great time, too. Finally we signaled Lillith that the exercise period was over. Lillith took a victory lap and then flew back to her cage where she fluffed her feathers and cheeped triumphantly to the other birds that she had not been caught. We did the whole thing again with Charles.

* * *

I was led into a Great Hall with a ceiling high enough to be terrifying. Dozens of Masters, bored with my presence, looked down upon me from their table. Hundreds of robe-clad, impatient with hunger, gawked at me from their benches.

There were the Griffies: home of the brave. And land of the free, I supposed. No divine force, cruel or benign, could place me there, not even in jest. Their courage would be the death of me. I was safe from the Griffie-Freebies.

There were the Slythies: home of the smooth. I would slide into their maw and slip and fail eternally.

There were the Ravens: home of the sharp. I would be sliced by their wit and seen nevermore, nevermore.

There were the Huffpuffers: home of the good and true. Truly, they would huff my evil place down, though it be built like a shit brickhouse. The Huffpuffers were not on.

The voice pierced my head and ferreted out my soul, an insignificant shadow cowering in a remote corner. The voice was going to give me a message.

"Would I slither into the pit?" it asked as the chasm opened beneath me. "Not the Huffpuffers. Not the Huffpuffers," I hissed.

"Would I fly to the razor's edge?" it asked as the void appeared above me. "Not the Huffpuffers. Not the Huffpuffers," I croaked.

"Then the Griffie-Freebies," it announced.

"Gryffindor."

"Oh, shit."

The Great Hall became silent with every eye upon me. Oops, did I just say that out loud?

I awoke, yelling and screaming and thrashing ... and wondering what it meant.

Scared Narcissa. She wanted to comfort me. She thought if I shared the horror it would exorcise the demons, so I related the nightmare.

A little later, she was still whomping the pillows and howling.

"It's not that funny," I said.

Narcissa sat up and tried to keep a straight face. "Gryffindors! Oh, shit! Ha!" she wailed, and then laughed until she got the hiccups. I had to get her some water. I had to rub her shoulders until she calmed down enough to go back to sleep.

I was finally snuggled back under the covers with my little sweetie. My little sweetie nuzzled me and said, "You have the best nightmares."

"I'll be damned if I tell that witch the next one," I swore to myself.

* * *

I could sense trouble coming as Narcissa showed me her jewel collection. I recognized what she was showing me as being top-of-the-line stones in exquisite settings, but there was something missing from my responses, and I knew she was noticing it. The class difference was making its appearance. I was a tradesman's son. Taking my mother into account, as I really should, I was a tradesman's and professional lady's son. Other than a few nice pieces my mother liked to wear, we bought jewels as an investment, the same way we bought potion patents. Intellectually, I recognized a passion for jewels as legitimate, as legitimate as a passion for concocting new potions. Emotionally, however, it was a different story. I tried hard, I really did, but after the fiftieth top-of-the-line stone in its exquisite setting I was getting numb. Besides, Narcissa was reminding me that I could not afford her.

Narcissa tried switching to nightgowns. They had Narcissa in them which helped, but that was also my downfall. After several fancy items, she put on a simple one.

"Maybe this suits you," she said through clenched teeth.

I missed the anger. I was busy staring at Narcissa in a gown that followed her every shape and every move. I was dreaming about waking up to that in the morning. I should have been repairing the situation.

"This is what you like, isn't it?" she said, her face contorted with rage.

She tore it off and threw it to the floor. "You can keep your peasant junk! I like nice things!"

Our relationship was doomed anyway. If this is how it ended, I might as well participate. I stood up and said, "It's not junk. And you look nice in it."

"What would you know! You bloody Potions master! You bloody silly little boy!"

If she got this upset over a nightgown, just how angry could this woman get?

"Thank you for the title of Potions master," I said. "To you, I may be a little boy and I may sometimes act silly, but I am not a silly little boy."

I was getting into it. This woman inspired me. I wasn't making much sense, but I was participating.

"You bloody awful stupid Northern European peasant! You wouldn't know something nice if it bit you!"

"Who's going to bite me? You?" I replied, still calm.

I was starting to think she would.

Very quietly she said, "You can take your even-tempered attitude and stick it up your arse."

I was getting angry at her being angry. "What are you mad about!? I haven't insulted you! I haven't hurt you!"

I was steamed up. "I haven't done one Gottverdammt thing except try to be nice to you!"

I bit her. "I am a silly little boy! Why am I paying attention to you!"

Well. That did it.

I looked at her standing there. I said, "I didn't mean that."

I sat down. I didn't want to fight anymore. I didn't want to leave her. If she got the last word by leaving me sitting there, then so be it.

"Are you still angry?" she asked after a while.

"No," I said.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked.

"No," I said.

I looked at her still standing there. Why don't I just say what I wanted to say? "I want you to stay," I said.

I got up and walked over to her. "Are you still angry?"

"No," she said.

"Do you mind?" I asked, putting my hands on her waist.

"No," she said.

I kissed Narcissa on the forehead. "Can I hold you?"

"Yes."

I took her hand, walked over to the chair, and sat down.

"May I?" she said, pertly, as she sat in my lap.

"Maybe we need to do something different," I said. "It's great being here, but something different would be nice."

"You think we should separate?"

"No. Never," I blurted. "We do something different together."

"Okay," she said, relaxing. "We had a fight and said nasty things, but we still want to be together."

"Yes," I said.

What wonderful thing, I wondered, what wonderful thing did I ever do to deserve Narcissa Malfoy?

"There's Diagon Ally," said Narcissa. "It has lots of shops. It has Gringott's, the bank. You could get your school supplies."

"Yes, although I don't know what else I need. The German Ministry tried to supply me with everything."

"What about a Hogwart's robe? Do you have several of those?"

"I have some Durmstrang cloaks."

"They'll want you to wear a Hogwart's robe to class. After you're sorted, the House Crest appears on your robes. We can go to Diagon Alley and get you fitted."

Clothes, I thought, we're going to go clothes shopping. Well, that should make her happy.

She got up, put on a blouse, and was stepping into a skirt when she looked at me. "Are you watching me dress?"

"You're too attractive. I can't keep my eyes off you. I am shameless in your presence."

She smiled as she picked out a belt and chose a comfortable pair of shoes – very practical when going shopping, these women.

We went to my rooms where I shaved and took a quick shower. When I came out, still drying my hair, Narcissa was sitting on the bed. It had been long enough since the fight had ended that we had forgotten about the beast within. We didn't realize that it was still there and rising.

The rational part of my mind registered how she had dressed. The soft colors of her skirt and blouse complemented each other and flattered her complexion. I knew she had put on simple white silk underwear. That woman was going to drive me insane.

The beast responded, "We can have the little witch. We can take the snake. She will be ours."

The beast slyly whispered, "Take her by being gentle. Let Narcissa be the hungry one. The snake within will deliver her."

I didn't put on any clothes. I just plunked myself down on the bed beside her and continued to dry my hair.

Narcissa ached. She wanted Hermann to soothe her feelings. She wanted him to release her from the tension still inside. They had made up and appeared to be friends, but the snake had hissed and struck at him. Narcissa reached out, placed her left hand between Hermann's shoulder blades, and gently rubbed his back. Hermann looked at her, smiled, and went back to drying his hair. Narcissa put her head on Hermann's shoulder.

I stretched out on my side of the bed, and let Narcissa stretch out beside me. I arranged the pillows so that we could lie side by side facing each other. I stroked her hair.

"Darling," I said as she cuddled and nuzzled and put her tongue between my lips. I moved my hand to her back and let her feel me pressing her against me.

"You're such a darling," I said as she pressed against me and wiggled and slid her tongue into my mouth. I moved my hand down to her hip.

I placed my hand on her silk underwear and held her as her moves changed into Narcissa's slow, sensuous slither.

I knew what she had in her underwear, and I knew the look on her face when I enjoyed having it. The image gave me an enormous erection. I moved her hand down to hold the erection. I coaxed Narcissa into kissing it. I watched the back of her head as she delicately kissed and licked me. I wanted to grab her head and push myself all the way into her, but I just stroked her hair and told Narcissa she was wonderful. "Remember," I told myself, "keep it gentle."

Her gentle methods worked fine. "Narcissa, I'm coming," I said loudly enough to warn her.

Narcissa gave one last lick and then watched, pleased at what she had done. "Oh, my," Narcissa said softly. She stretched out beside me on her back and gave me a big smile. Narcissa raised her hips, slid her knickers off, and dried me with them. Narcissa had gone back to nuzzling me when she said, "I don't do that very well."

"How can you say that? I squirted all over the place."

She smiled. "But, I didn't..."

I kissed her. "It's okay." I slowly kissed her again. "That's fine." I lovingly kissed her again. "Whatever my little witch wants to do," I said, kissing her again.

"You're very loving, darling," I continued to reassure her. "You're very sexy."

"Remember," I told myself again, as I nearly went wild looking at her, "gently, go slowly, gently."

I teased her by giving her light kisses on her neck and throat. I was rewarded by Narcissa tearing off her blouse and bra and pressing me against her breasts. I softly put my tongue to first one nipple then the other. I was teasing Narcissa. I held Narcissa by the shoulders so that she could not press her breasts hard against me. I finally relented, sucking first one breast and then the other while Narcissa sighed, "Yes," and held my head. My free hand was roaming all over Narcissa, all those parts that drove me wild – her flowing hair, her sculptured face, her elegant neck, her shapely shoulders, her finely muscled back.

Narcissa rolled on top and looked into my eyes. I could see the coiled snake within. May the gods help me, I loved it.

Narcissa, flushed, sweaty and panting, said, "'Your little witch' wants you to eat her."

She nuzzled me a little more. "A witch a day keeps the doctor away," she breathed into my ear.

"You taste good too," I told her, rolling back on top of her.

"How do I taste?" asked Narcissa.

"Witchy," I said, sticking my tongue in her navel until she giggled. "Essence of witch."

I teased Narcissa even in this. My hands spread her open, and my tongue moved across her most sensitive and vulnerable spot. I kept up the light touch even when she moaned and demanded more. I knew I was taking a long time, but I didn't care. I was enjoying every second of it. The long, slow teasing had produced an incredible tension. Narcissa pressed my head into her. I heard a soft, sighing moan. Her thighs gently gripped my head. Then she slowly went limp. I moved to cradle her head in my arms.

I whispered to her that she was my darling, that she was beautiful.

I lay on my back and coaxed Narcissa on top of me. I held Narcissa's hips. I watched Narcissa's loving face and affectionate eyes as I slid into her. She was never more beautiful. She placed her legs on top of mine. I could feel the whole woman do her languid, sensuous slither.

She slithered on top of me. Her tongue flicked out as she moved. A slow flick, again and again, tasting me. She started squeezing with her thighs. Then it was happening together. A slither from her hips to her shoulders, a squeeze of her thighs, and a flick of her tongue. Over and over the snake writhed in the grip of coitus. A slither from her hips to her shoulders, a squeeze of her thighs, and a flick of her tongue. She was breathing more heavily. Narcissa writhed in copulation. A sensuous slither from her hips to her shoulders, a gentle squeeze of her thighs, and a slow flick of her loving tongue. She was sweating. It became more urgent. It became demanding, muscular slithers from her hips to her shoulders. It became intense squeezes with her thighs. It became predatory flicks of her tongue. When it happened, her mating was subtle and languid, but Narcissa's entire being rippled and contracted and squeezed. As she went limp, I could feel her heart pounding.

A few seconds later, as Narcissa returned to consciousness, Narcissa found that Hermann was still holding her and inside her. That makes it even better, Narcissa realized, as a warm glow spread through her.

Narcissa lay blissfully on top of Hermann feeling incomplete. She had surrendered to Hermann. Now she wanted the same from him. Narcissa would not feel soothed and reassured unless Hermann lost himself in passion for her.

"Oh, yes," sighed Narcissa as Hermann rolled on top of her

He actually thinks I'm pretty, she thought. He likes looking at me. He likes seeing my legs spread for him. He likes watching himself enter me. He likes feeling me get slimy slick for him. He likes the wet noise I make.

I like it with Hermann.

A candle beside Narcissa and Hermann threw their shadows on the wall. Strange shadows. Almost menacing shadows. A snake. A bird of prey. A bird of prey with a snake in its talons.

Narcissa could tell when Hermann changed from enjoying having her to wanting to have her. He was lightly on top of her, gently kissing her, and quietly moaning with her. I want all of him: the conversational Hermann, the companionable Hermann, the loving Hermann. I need the animal Hermann. Narcissa felt Hermann change from wanting to have her to needing to have her. He couldn't stop. He couldn't help himself. He felt vulnerable, but he couldn't resist Narcissa. He groaned as his snake wrapped herself around him and he surrendered to her. Now Narcissa felt complete.

Yes, thought Narcissa, this is how a wizard treats his witch, yes.