FIC: Negotiating with Narcissa (Harry Potter)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: When Harry discovers that Draco was adopted, he takes what he knows to Narcissa, hoping for aid. But he is not prepared for either the explanation as to why the Malfoys had to adopt, or what Narcissa offers in lieu of convincing Draco to help Harry’s investigation. (Harry/Narcissa)

Content Warnings/Themes: Post-canon, age difference, loss of virginity, blow job, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, rough sex, mating press

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“It is nice to see you, Harry,” Narcissa Malfoy said, smiling at him from across the table in her sitting room as she put her cup of tea down on the table. “Truly, it is. I don’t often get to entertain these days.” She waved her hand around vaguely. “The Manor hasn’t seen nearly as many visitors since Lucius’ conviction, so you are most welcome here.” She leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands together on top of the table. “I must admit that I’m curious as to what you and I would need to discuss, however. I know you’re here in your capacity as an auror, but I can’t imagine what you think I might be able to help you with. There have been no visitors of interest here in the Manor since Lucius has gone, and it isn’t as if any of the former Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers would confide in the woman who aided you in bringing about You-Know-Who’s downfall.”

“I believe you,” Harry said. “I don’t think you have any useful or current information that would help us find the few fugitive Death Eaters still out there.”

“Then why did you ask to speak with me?” she asked. “Your company is welcome, as I said, but I would hate to waste your time.”

“I’m not here about the Death Eaters,” he said. “I’m here because I found a certain piece of evidence during a recent raid in Scandinavia that I wanted to show you.” He was watching her closely as he spoke, and he noticed her eyebrow twitch when he mentioned Scandinavia. Harry had already been pretty confident that the document he found was legitimate, but spotting that barely perceptible reaction to Scandinavia solidified it in his mind. He was holding a trump card in his hands, whether Narcissa knew it yet or not.

“Oh? I'm not sure what help I could possibly offer you, but I will gladly take a look at whatever it is that you wish to show me and aid you however I can. I'm an upstanding citizen, after all." Harry had to give her credit because she remained remarkably composed even though her mind had to be racing and wondering if he could possibly have uncovered her family's deepest secret.

“I know you are,” he said, nodding as he reached into his evidence bag and pulled out the parchment he’d brought back with him from Scandinavia. “But we can talk about what you can do for me in a bit. First, I want you to take a look at this.”

He put the parchment down in front of Narcissa, watching her face as he did. She must have recognized the parchment because her eyes went wide before she'd even looked at it closely enough to read its contents. Her composure crumbled quickly as her eyes scanned the parchment, confirming that it was the genuine article. When she looked away from the parchment and met his eyes again, she looked desperate and nervous.

“What makes you think this is real, and not a forgery?” she asked, voice shaking. Harry smiled. It wasn’t a bad attempt to make with no time to prepare, and it was made all the more impressive that she could muster it while in such a panicked state.

“I can take it to the Ministry for verification if necessary,” he said. “But I assumed that you would prefer that not happen.” He watched her hands tremble as she held the parchment, and he decided to make sure she didn’t get so consumed by her fears that she did something drastic. “And please don’t consider ripping or burning the parchment. I’ve placed protective charms on it to prevent its damage, but I would still have to take you in and charge you with attempting to destroy evidence if—”

“Enough,” Narcissa said faintly. She put the parchment down and pushed it back toward him, looking away. “You’ve made your point, Harry. Yes, it’s true. Lucius and I are not Draco’s parents.”

“I gathered that much,” he said, leaning back in his chair and now trusting that she wasn’t going to make any poor decisions. “That parchment is proof that you and Lucius adopted the fourth son of the Dahlbergs, an ancient Scandinavian family that have seen their financial fortunes suffer over the last century or so. It’s easy enough to understand why they would agree to let you adopt their fourth son. But if you’re willing to explain what led you and Lucius to adopt a child in the first place, I’m very interested in hearing it.”

“There’s not any point in attempting to hide it, if you’ve already gotten this far.” Narcissa sighed and slumped forward slightly, looking weary. “Shortly before our wedding, Lucius was involved in a—well, in an illegal incident that he shouldn’t have been.”

“Related to the Death Eaters in some way?” Harry asked tightly. Narcissa nodded, sighing again.

“Correct,” she said. “It was a minor incident overall; too insignificant to even be mentioned during any of the trials that have taken place in the last several years. But it was very significant for Lucius, because he suffered magical blowback that injured his groin and left him impotent. We still went through with the marriage, because it was too late to turn back without questions being asked, and Lord Black had already spent my dowry besides. But none of Lucius’ research turned up a cure, no matter where he looked or how much gold he threw into bringing in experts the world over. Eventually, he had to accept that he was never going to be able to physically consummate our marriage, meaning that fathering any children was impossible for him.”

“So you turned to a secret adoption instead,” Harry said when she paused. “Lucius threw some of that gold into adopting a fourth son of a family who physically resembled his, and you pretended that child was yours by birth.”

“Allowing the Malfoy line to continue in name, if not in blood,” Narcissa said quietly, staring down at the table. She looked like she was seeing ghosts from her past, and Harry had to admit feeling a twinge of sympathy for her. He didn’t relish causing her pain, If it was just about her, he wouldn’t have any reason to use this secret to his advantage. But it wasn’t just about her, and he wasn’t going to waste this advantage.

“Does Draco know he wasn’t born a Malfoy?” he asked. Narcissa’s head whipped up to look him in the eyes.

“No,” she said. “And you aren’t going to tell him. It would break his spirit. Restoring the Malfoy name to respectability is the thing that has kept him going for the last several years, even with so many of his former friends and allies shunning him. If he finds out that we aren’t actually his birth parents, I don’t know how he would ever recover.”

“He doesn’t ever have to know,” Harry said. “And neither does anyone else. It isn’t as if legally adopting a baby, with the approval of their parents, is a crime, and neither is claiming to the public that you gave birth to the baby.” He shrugged. “He is legally Lucius’ son, so he is Lord Malfoy as far as the law is concerned. Other ancient pureblood would no doubt sneer at him even more than they already do, and it might be information that would affect any betrothal or marriage agreements that Draco makes for himself in the future, but that’s not my concern. I have no obligation to report this secret to anyone, or make it public.”

“I would thank you for that,” Narcissa said, taking a breath to compose herself. “But I’m not naive. I know you didn’t come to me with this just to flaunt that you knew about it before promising never to speak of it to anyone. So, what is it that you want in exchange for keeping this from Draco, and everyone else? I was being honest when I said I have no knowledge of what the remaining Death Eater sympathizers are up to.”

“And I was being honest when I said I believe you,” Harry said. “But I also believe that Draco could point me in the direction of the blokes behind the recent rise in fake galleons that we’ve been seeing in circulation.” He watched Narcissa’s face for any reaction, but he didn’t get a hint of anything. “I’m not saying he’s involved in the counterfeiting itself, because I don’t think he is. But I think that, if nothing else, he could put me on the trail of someone who does know something. I don’t have any way to compel him to give us anything, since there’s nothing tangible connecting him to the crime in any way. But he seems to listen to you. I’m thinking that maybe you could convince him to give us the information we’re after, or point us toward someone who can.”

“I honestly don’t know if he could give you anything useful or not,” Narcissa said, looking at him seriously. “But even if he does know something, you can’t ask him to help you. If he was confident that he could give you information safely, I’m sure he would have approached you by now. He would see the potential to cooperate with the aurors, and how it would be another point of redemption for the Malfoy name. If he knows anything and hasn’t come to you, it’s because he’s afraid of what might happen to him. I won’t ask my son to take on that kind of risk. Not for anything.”

“Not even if I threaten to tell him who his birth parents are?” Harry asked. Narcissa’s face tightened, but she didn’t react with surprise. She’d obviously known that this was the card he would play. That was the entire point of him showing her that parchment to begin with. But even now that he’d placed that card down on the table, she still shook her head.

"Not even then," she said. "But I'm hoping it won't come to that." Narcissa pushed her chair out, stood up, and walked around the table, approaching Harry. “If there’s even the slightest chance that getting Draco involved in this investigation would put him in any danger, I will not help you. But I’m hoping I can offer you something in return that will convince you to keep my secret and look for another lead for your investigation.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry clasped his hands in his lap and watched her walk over and stop in front of him. “If you’ve got something else you think you can offer, I’m all ears.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Narcissa said. She smiled at him, and then Harry watched as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands ran up his legs, deliberately rising up his thigh and inching toward his groin. “You already know the truth about my marriage, and why my husband was never able to consummate it.” Her right hand reached his groin, and she smiled up at him while beginning to rub his cock through his trousers. “That means that you are, to the best of my knowledge, the only man still living aside from Lucius who knows that I am still a virgin.” Narcissa grabbed Harry’s zipper, but she did not attempt to pull it down yet.

“Either you can reveal what you found and break Draco’s spirit in the hope that he might have some information to give you in your investigation, or you can claim my virginity, right here and now.” Narcissa teased pulling the zipper down. “The choice is yours, Harry. But please make it quickly, whatever it is.”

Harry mulled the matter over in his head. Would it be unprofessional of him to take Narcissa up on her offer? One could certainly make that argument. After all, he would be choosing personal interests and sacrificing a potential lead in an investigation. But on the other hand, it wasn't as if he would be ignoring a crime or tossing out credible evidence. From the beginning, this had been an attempt at coercion. He'd been hoping that Narcissa would be so afraid of the truth getting out that she would convince Draco to share whatever he might know, and if she was refusing to play along with that, his strategy was effectively dead. He could still reveal what he knew, either directly to Draco or even to the press, but he couldn't pretend that this move would be any more or less professional than saying yes to Narcissa's offer. Revealing the truth about Draco would be a move made out of spite to humiliate the Malfoys, particularly Draco and Lucius. It likely wouldn't bring him any closer to the lead he was searching for.

Besides, he was a horny young man in his early 20s who had never known the touch of a woman, and a beautiful older witch was offering herself to him. Whatever potential ethical concerns may have existed were much easier to ignore with Narcissa Malfoy on her knees for him, looking up at him and biting her lip while playing with his zipper.

“You win, Narcissa,” he said, nodding. “We’ll do it your way.”

"I'm glad to hear that, for several reasons." She smiled up at him and pulled his zipper all the way down. "But I hope we'll both consider ourselves winners by the time we're done." With his zipper down, Narcissa undid the button as well and then started pulling both his trousers and his underwear down his legs. Harry lifted his hips to help make it easier on her and kicked his shoes off before she got his trousers and underwear as far as his feet. Working together, they had him naked from the waist down no more than a minute after he'd agreed to her deal.

"Oh, my," Narcissa breathed, wrapping her hand around his semi-hard dick. She squeezed him lightly and licked her lips while staring straight at his cock. "I used to wonder what one of these would look like and feel like. For well over twenty years now, I've believed that I would never be fortunate enough to find out." She looked up past Harry's dick and into his face and smiled. "But it seems fortune has smiled upon me after all." While Harry was trying to think of something witty to say in response, Narcissa opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his tip.

He groaned at the feeling of Narcissa’s mouth suckling his cockhead, and her tongue swirling around it. This was a first for him, too. He and Ginny had never made it beyond some clothed snogging before their attempt to rekindle their relationship after the war fizzled out, and he’d thrown himself fully into his auror training after the breakup. Between the demands of the training program and the dedication with which he’d approached his career for these first two years, he hadn’t even been on a date since he and Ginny broke it off. Now he’d jumped straight to having a woman suck his dick, and it was a transition that Harry was not truly prepared for.

She was apparently as new to this as he was, but that was not stopping Narcissa from bringing him a tremendous amount of pleasure with her mouth. Draco's mother took her time licking and suckling at his cockhead, showing that she either was already aware of how sensitive he was there or had picked up on his reactions once she got started. It could just as easily be the latter as the former because he felt like those deep blue eyes saw everything as she stared up at him from her knees. He may have been her first, but Narcissa sucked him like she was confident she was going to blow his mind.

That confidence was deserved, too, because the pleasure just continued to increase as she went along. She went from suckling his tip to bobbing lower on his cock, and her hand led the way with smooth strokes down his length. Her left hand eventually joined with the first, and both hands traveled all the way down to the base of his cock with gentle, pleasant spirals that made him groan and hold on tighter to the arms of his chair. As far as being a hospitable host went, this was infinitely better than the tea.

Narcissa did endeavor to fit as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, but she ultimately seemed to decide that nothing was more effective than letting her mouth focus on the tip while her hands dealt with the rest. Harry had to agree with that conclusion. Everything that she did felt good, certainly loads better than masturbation ever had. But nothing quite topped when she suckled and stroked him at the same time.

Her mouth and hands worked together in perfect coordination, stimulating his tip and servicing his shaft at the same time. Harry held onto his chair and enjoyed every suck and stroke that Narcissa treated him to. While he hadn’t come here today expecting for his little discovery in Scandinavia to lead to Narcissa getting down on her knees for him, he couldn’t complain that things had turned out the way they had.

She was excellent at sucking his cock, first time or not. That it was Draco's mum sucking and jerking him definitely enhanced his pleasure, too. She may have understood how that excited him because she kept her eyes on him throughout it all. Harry never forgot who it was that was sucking him because he could look down and stare into Narcissa's eyes any time he wanted while she blew him at the table in her sitting room. The satisfaction of getting his dick sucked for the first time, and having it be the Lady Malfoy who did it, had Harry ready to cum in a fraction of the time it generally took him when he was touching himself.

"I'm close," he groaned. He thought Narcissa might pull back and stop sucking his cock when he told her that in favor of finishing him off with her hand, but she kept her lips sealed around his tip and hummed around it as if she was encouraging him to fill her mouth with cum at once. If that was her intention, Harry gave her what she wanted. He grunted, and his arse jerked in his chair as he began to cum inside of a woman's mouth for the first time.

Narcissa's lips remained around his cockhead throughout his orgasm, and her hands firmly stroked the base of his cock like she was trying to milk all of his semen out of him. Toward the end, she even started squeezing his balls with her left hand, ensuring that she got it all out. Her eyes stayed open, and she stared up at him the whole time, allowing him to constantly remind himself that it was Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius' wife and Draco's mum (of a sort, at least), who was swallowing his cum.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered after it was done. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.” Narcissa’s eyes danced with mirth, and she slowly pulled her mouth off of his cock.

“I’m glad I was able to make a good first impression on you, even with it being my first attempt,” she said. She traced the length of his cock with her index finger. “How long do you think it will take for you to be ready to deflower me, finally?”

“Not really sure,” he said, shrugging. “I’ve never done this before.” Narcissa’s eyes lit up; she was clearly delighted to learn that it was his first time too. “I figure it’ll probably take a few minutes, at least.” He stood up from his chair and held his hand down to help her up. “But I’ve got something I want to do before I actually shag you anyway.”

--

Getting to what he wanted was easier than expected. All it had taken was leading her over to the couch, sitting her down, spreading her legs, and hiking her skirt up, and her bare, neatly-groomed pussy was right there for him to admire. He never would have expected it, but Narcissa had no underwear on.

That made it all the easier for him to get to work, at least after he’d taken a moment to admire her. He’d already been interested in going down on a woman, and after Narcissa had given him such a great first blowjob, it was only right that he did his best to return the favor.

Narcissa spread her legs eagerly for him and watched him eagerly as he kissed his way along her inner thighs, gradually moving closer to her pussy. While he'd never done this before, he'd thought about it plenty and was beyond ready to try it out for the first time. He tested out things that he'd only read out until now and learned for himself how a woman, this woman, responded to his mouth on her pussy. What he discovered was that she liked his tongue licking her pussy well enough but really liked it when he paid attention to her clit.

Harry happily made the most of that discovery, teasing her clit with his tongue and gently kissing it on occasion. He noticed her tense up a bit when he got too firm with it, so he made sure to keep the contact brief and light. What seemed to work best was spending most of his time teasing the idea of licking her clit, and getting her to anticipate the contact. He let that anticipation grow as much as he could before each lick and kiss, and it paid off. Narcissa had been sighing, gasping, and lightly moaning pretty much from the moment he put his head between her legs and started to kiss her thighs. But she got exponentially louder as he got comfortable with his pattern of anticipation, delayed gratification, and brief bursts of direct mouth-on-clit contact.

He felt nothing like the inexperienced virgin that he was, and he did not doubt his ability to pleasure Narcissa even though this was the first time he’d ever put his head between a woman’s thighs. Narcissa’s moans instilled that confidence in him, and the louder she moaned, the more confident he became. This was finally happening for him, and it was going better than he could have dreamed. He was making Narcissa Malfoy, the gorgeous older woman that had featured in several of his wank fantasies over the years, moan, grab onto his head with both hands, and writhe on the couch while he teased her clit. That would make any man feel confident in what he was doing, and Harry was no exception.

Narcissa was normally such a composed woman, and Harry had rarely seen her lose that composure. Even when Lucius had been sentenced to Azkaban for his crimes, she had held her head up high and remained composed. In the pictures of her in the court that had been featured in the Daily Prophet articles after the trials, she had maintained her image as the beautiful, unflappable pureblood lady she’d been raised to be. Harry remembered sitting in his chair after Lucius’ sentence and being impressed with her ability to keep a tight hold on her emotions.

None of that composure was present now, and Narcissa appeared like the furthest thing from a proper pureblood lady the closer she got to her orgasm. She was moaning shamelessly, and she went from merely holding onto his head to actually pulling his hair. She also squeezed his head with her legs, but Harry wasn't bothered by either the hair-pulling or her surprisingly strong legs. He loved seeing Narcissa losing her control so completely. It was fascinating to watch, and more importantly, he knew that he was the one responsible for it. It was him who made Narcissa moan like a needy little thing and tug on his hair as the pleasure got to be too much for her. She felt too fucking good having her clit teased on the couch to care that she was making a spectacle of herself, and Harry loved that. This was a side of Narcissa Malfoy that only he had ever seen, and he couldn't wait to see it to its conclusion.

He continued to tease Narcissa with his lips and tongue until her legs squeezed even tighter, her hands pulled on his hair hard enough to sting, and her back and arse bucked up from the couch. Her moans turned into a shout that could have made his ears ring, and Harry did not back away from the sound or the intensity of the moment. He just kept teasing her clit, enduring everything and basking in the experience of making Narcissa cum.

Her composure at the trials had been impressive, but he much preferred the view he had of Lucius’ wife now, watching her from between her smooth thighs as she learned what it felt like to have a man’s mouth on her clit, devoted to her pleasure.

--

“Ready for this?” Harry asked, looking down into Narcissa’s face as he prepared to cross the final barrier with her. After she took a few minutes on the couch to recover from her first oral orgasm, Narcissa held Harry’s hand and led him up the stairs and into the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor. She’d shared that bed with another for over twenty years prior to Lucius’ conviction after the war, but she was about to get fucked in her bed for the very first time.

“I’ve been ready for this for longer than you’ve been alive, Harry Potter,” she said, grinning up at him. “Please, do it. Put it inside me.”

Harry nodded at her and used his hand to move his cock into position. He took a moment to breathe in and out deeply, steadying himself for what was to come. This was an important moment in both their lives, one they would remember forever. He already knew that his first time was going to be great, but he wanted to do everything he could to help Narcissa enjoy it just as much. After he'd exhaled, he met her eyes again and watched her face while slowly pushing his cock into her.

Narcissa gasped, and her eyes were bright and focused during his gradual entrance. Harry just had to keep looking into her eyes to know that this first penetration was just as surreal an experience for her as it was for him. They’d both been anticipating this moment (albeit she had gone through a much longer wait), and they were taking it all in together.

"Wow," Narcissa whispered after he'd gotten about a third of his cock inside of her.

“Wow,” Harry echoed. “This feels bloody brilliant already.”

“It does.” She laughed and ran her hands along his sides and over his hips. “But I bet it will feel even more brilliant for both of us if you keep going.” Her hands went lower, fondling his bare arse while she raised her eyebrows and looked up at him expectantly.

Harry was happy to meet those expectations, but he would have to be careful not to get carried away. It was mostly his own staying power that he was worried about because he was confident by now that Narcissa was prepared for anything that he had to give her. She'd spent her entire adult life believing that her husband's impotence would keep her from ever being shagged, and now that her secret was out and she'd opened up to him, her desire was palpable. However much he needed this, he knew it couldn’t compare to Narcissa’s need.

He had decades of anticipation to pay off, and he took that responsibility seriously. With every thrust back and forth, he concentrated on trying to live up to the fantasies he knew Narcissa must have relied on to make it through over twenty years of marriage to a man physically incapable of giving her what she needed. While he felt the pleasure of shagging a woman for the first time and experiencing Narcissa's tight sex squeezing him and making every movement feel better than anything he'd ever known before today, Harry found it easy to push that off to the side and focus on Narcissa.

Harry paid close attention to how she reacted to every thrust, constantly searching for any information he could use to give her the best sex possible. He went through different hip motions, trying out a variety of angles and seeing what each one felt like for her. She was very expressive with her eyes as well as her gasps and moans, and it was easy enough for him to notice when she got louder and reacted with more enthusiasm. Narcissa liked pretty much everything that he did, but one thing he noticed was that getting her legs up higher consistently got strong reactions out of her. He got her legs progressively higher as they went along until, finally, they reached the point that her legs were bent at the knee, and her feet were sticking straight up in the air. Harry had his hands on the back of her thighs while he shagged her, building speed and putting more weight into his thrusts. His earlier caution was long-forgotten. It was clear by now that Narcissa wanted to be fucked, and Harry gave her what she needed, ignoring the logic that told him he needed to be careful lest he cum too quickly. Making Narcissa squeal took priority over everything else. There wasn’t time for him to worry about his own staying power when there was a beautiful blonde beneath him who had been waiting longer than he’d been alive to get her brains fucked out.

“More, Harry!” Narcissa grunted, sounding nothing at all like a dignified pureblood wife who’d been raised in one Scared Twenty-Eight family and married into another. She sounded like a cock-hungry tart, and it fueled Harry. Maybe his body might have given out on him were it not for the deep satisfaction he felt at being the first man who’d ever thrown Narcissa Malfoy’s legs in the air and made her beg for more. But Harry didn’t even think about trying to pace himself, and he didn’t spare a second worrying that he would fail just because he was a virgin. He was operating on instinct now and letting his lust and her pleasure rule all.

“More!” Her eyes were wild, and her voice was desperate. “Harder, Potter! Fuck me harder!” He’d already been going hard enough to make her headboard slam against the wall, but hearing Narcissa beg for more and even use an expletive to do it unlocked another level. Instead of grabbing onto her thighs and fucking her from his knees, he stretched his legs out straight, planted his feet near the edge of the bed, and hooked his arms under her thighs. Now he could put his whole body into every single thrust and hammer her pussy with everything he had. Forget the headboard smacking against the wall; he was positive that the bed itself was going to be damaged with how much strain it was under after never being used for this purpose before. Much like Narcissa herself, the bed was being broken in for the first time.

He didn’t know how the bed would hold up in the end, but it was obvious how Narcissa felt about him plowing her like this. She didn’t surprise him with any more expletives, but that was only because she was reduced to grunting like an animal as Harry fucked her into the mattress. She hugged his neck and held on tight as he gave her everything he had. Harry could hear his thighs smacking against Narcissa's arse, proof of just how hard he was pounding her. He could feel his own orgasm building, and also a burning in his lungs that told him his body could probably use a break. It wasn't going to get one, though, and neither was Narcissa's. As long as she kept clinging to his neck and grunting like decades of desires were being realized every time his thighs smacked against her arse and his cock plunged balls-deep into her pussy, he was never going to stop.

Narcissa’s fingernails raked through the back of his hair, and she screamed so loud as she came that her voice broke. Harry grunted at the feeling of her cunt muscles squeezing his cock tighter than ever, but he didn't let it slow him down. He was deep into this now, and it felt like his body was moving on its own. If she'd sounded like an animal as he pounded her and made her cum, he turned into an animal himself here and now, an animal who cared only for fucking the mate he had beneath him. He pounded her as hard and as fast as ever, maintaining his all-out pace even as she screamed and held on tight to his neck during her orgasm.

When his end came, Harry did what any animal would have done in this situation. He buried his cock balls-deep inside of her and held it there as he erupted, filling a woman with his cum for the first time. He was used to there being a lot of cum to clean up when he was done, but it felt like nothing else had even come close to the amount that he pumped into Narcissa's previously untouched pussy at the end of his, her, and their first fuck. He watched some of his cum running down her thighs afterward and smiled while panting for breath.

There was no changing Lucius Malfoy’s fate, and Harry wouldn’t have lifted a finger to help that arsehole even if he’d had the ability to. But maybe it wasn’t too late for Narcissa to have a biological child after all.