Rent-A-Wizard - Chapter 6

Summary: To help raise money for those affected by the war, Harry decides to work with Witch Weekly and rent himself out to any interested witch for a one night, date night experience. Yet the hero of the Wizarding World is in for a rude awakening as he’ll soon realize that the witches of Magical Britain are lusting for far more than just an innocent dinner and conversation.

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Chapter 6: Naughty Narcissa

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“‘Ow many more of zese do you ‘ave to do?” Fleur asked the morning after their nighttime tryst.

Harry sighed and lazily ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. “As of now? Almost a hundred or so. A few have dropped out for some reason or another, but there’s usually someone else ready to take their place almost immediately.”

Fleur hummed against his chest while she ran a single manicured nail up and down his sternum. The naked flesh of her body was pressed snugly against his side. Harry was acutely aware of her large, round tits resting against his ribcage. The pointed tips of her nipples dug into his side and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to take one into his mouth.

“At least zat means you raised a lot of gold non?” 

Harry shrugged. “True.”

Fleur giggled into his chest and slowly ran her finger down his toned stomach, reaching under the blankets to wrap her hand around his half-erect cock. “And I suppose zere is nozzing in eet for you hmm?”

Harry groaned as she began to slowly pump his cock. Within moments he was fully hard within her grasp. The French witch smirked up at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She slowed her movements, using only two fingers to rub up and down the underside of his shaft.

“Minx.” He growled down at the blonde. Fleur’s smirk only widened as she shifted beside him. Propped up on one elbow, the dazzling blonde bit her lip before scooting down the bed. Harry opened his mouth to question her, but before he could do so Fleur threw the blankets to the side, revealing both of their nude bodies to the world.

His eyes instantly locked onto her massive tits, eyeing the large globes appreciatively in the morning sun. Above him, Fleur giggled and squeezed her breasts together, shaking her bust from side to side enticingly. 

“See somzing you like mon amor?” She teased.

Harry nodded, reaching down with the intention to cup one of her pillowy tits, but Fleur had other plans. The blonde swatted his hand away with a shake of her head. Slowly, she inched further down, until her mouth was poised right above his stiff meaty pole. The blonde vixen poked out her tongue, slowly running it from his balls all the way up to his tip. She moaned deeply in the back of her throat, the taste of their previous romps no doubt coating her tongue and stoking the fire within her core.

Just as she reached the tip, Fleur suddenly pulled back. Harry looked at her in confusion. The veela refused to answer, instead, she opened her mouth, letting a large glob of spit drop down into the valley of her breasts. Pushing her tits together, Fleur coated her cleavage with a shiny layer of saliva before looking up with a wide smirk.

“You were telling me last night of your experience wiz Tracey. Ze part wiz your cock and ‘er seins intrigued moi.” She explained.

Harry chuckled and watched as she leaned down and wrapped her soft breasts around his cock. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” He groaned.

Fleur giggled and stared up at him with hooded eyes. Slowly she began to stroke his cock between her tits. The tip peeked out from the top of her cleavage before disappearing once more within the pillowy expanse. The feeling was incredible. Perhaps it was her veela nature, but so far everything with Fleur was on a completely different level. Her cunt, mouth, ass, and now even her breasts were unlike anything he’s felt before. Like pleasure oozed from every inch of her flesh itself. Once again Harry concluded that Bill Weasley was a fucking moron for ever letting a woman like her go.

The blonde increased her pace, rapidly bouncing her fat tits up and down his shaft in deep urgent strokes. She added her mouth to the fray as well, dipping her chin down and wrapping her pouty full lips around the tip of his cock. Harry cursed under his breath as he wet tongue slid over his sensitive glans. The blonde hummed around him, squeezing her breasts all the tighter around him.

“Fuck!” He gasped. “I’m close Fleur!”

Fleur either didn’t hear him or simply didn’t care. In fact, his announcement seemed to stir her on. She began taking him deeper into her mouth while she rapidly pumped the base of his cock with her breasts. The blonde’s slurping and throaty moans answered his own groans of pleasure. It wasn't long before those groans became loud yells as the pressure in his cock reached its peak.

“FUCK!” Harry roared, his hips jerking against her bust as he sprayed the inside of the blonde’s mouth with his cum.

Fleur moaned as his hot seed splashed against her tongue. She released his cock and slowed her pace, letting the rest of his climax rain down atop her. Streaks of cum splashed against her cheeks, eyelashes, and lips, flowing further down to drip onto her breasts, staining the porcelain flesh white.

“Mon dieu!” The blonde giggled. “I zink I like zis ‘teety job’.”

Harry let his head fall back with a chuckle, the last drops of his orgasm leaking out of his tip, all the while Fleur slowly scooped globs of cum into her mouth.

If all the dates went this well, then Harry certainly had no problem going on a thousand more, much less a hundred.

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Perhaps he spoke too soon. He stared down at the name scrawled across the small slip of parchment. 

“Well fuck me.” He murmured.

The Witch Weekly owl that delivered the note hooted in agreement before taking flight once more and zipping out the window. Harry paid no mind to the avian’s hasty retreat. His mind was still too busy working through the shock of the name written out before his eyes.

Narcissa Malfoy

No one had heard from the Malfoy matriarch in, well, years! Much less him of all people. After the war he made a point to stay away from the woman, not wanting to give her any reason to cash in the life debt he owed her.

When Lucius had reverted back to his old ways and been caught trying to trade illegal cursed objects, Harry had fully expected the former Black sister to call upon the debt then. Perhaps ask him to vouch for Malfoy Sr. before the Wizengamot. No summons ever came though, and he’d been content to leave it at that. Yet it seems the older witch was not.

“Where is that- Oh! Hello Harry! When did you get home?” Andromeda jumped in surprise.

Harry glanced towards the woman, eyes flicking over her figure almost unconsciously, The brunette was clad in a pair of tight yoga pants and an even tighter tank top. Like her daughter, Andromeda sported a very impressive bust, one that made the heads of many men turn.

Harry smiled politely at the woman. “Just a bit ago. I came to check on a few things while I waited for the next letter from Madame Lorfey. Are you heading to the gym?”

Andromeda shook her head and threw her hair in a hasty ponytail. “For a run. Haven’t had the time lately what with Teddy and all around. Dora’s took him to the park today though, so I’m going to try and get in as much exercise as I can.”

“Not that my opinion matters, but I very much doubt you need it.” Harry said, eyeing her long legs appreciatively. 

Andromeda giggled and gave him a pat on the shoulder. “You’re sweet Harry.” Her eyes flicked down to his hands, spotting the slip of parchment within his grasp. “Oh did her note arrive already then? Let’s see who your paramour of the evening will be then!” The brunette milf said with a teasing lilt.

“Andy I don’t think-” Harry tried to argue, but she was too fast.

Snatching the slip from his hand, Andromeda laughed in triumph and hastily read the note. He watched as the smile fell very quickly from her face, along with all the colour as well, leaving her face deathly pale.

“H-Harry you can’t-”

“I signed the contract Andy. She paid the fee same as all the others and I need to honor that.” He frowned.

Andromeda glared down at the note with a venomous gaze. “My sister is not to be trusted. Her very presence is poison, and it is one of life’s cruelest jokes that she is not rotting away in the ground right next to Bellatrix.” She spat.

“Andy-”

“No! No, I don’t wish to hear it. Just… promise me you’ll be careful?” Her voice grew heavy with concern and she clutched his hand in a desperate grip. “Promise me Harry, please.”

Harry nodded and gave her shaking hands a pat. “Always Andromeda. Constant vigilance and all that.”

Andromeda chuckled weakly and reached up to rub his cheek affectionately. “Good. Thank you.”

At that moment the door to the kitchen flung open, admitting a very cheerful metamorph. “Hellllooooo! Mum we’re back! Where are you- Oi! Hands off my mum Potter! You’re not allowed to shag her just yet!” 

Both Harry and Andromeda jumped apart, sputtering weak protests at Tonks' accusation. 

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Harry took a final calming breath before he walked into the extravagant restaurant. The fact that Narcissa chose a muggle restaurant calmed him somewhat, even if a place called ‘Maison de la Magie’ was a bit on the nose.

He entered to an atmosphere of soft classical music and warm, sparse lighting. Every inch of the place screamed wealth, from the pristine marble floors, gleaming chandeliers, and the expansive painted murals throughout. Perfect for a woman as pompous as Narcissa Malfoy.

The maitre d’ met him with a polite smile. “Ah! Mr. Potter, pleased for you to join us. Madame Malfoy is waiting for you in the dining hall.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “Lead the way.”

Another worker walked up and gestured for him to follow. The man led him through a set of doors into a large expansive dining room. Tables littered the floor. Cutlery, plates, and other assorted decorations littered their surfaces yet not a soul was in sight. Sans the waitstaff, the entire restaurant was empty save for a single figure sat primly at the center table.

Narcissa peered up from her glass of wine as they approached. A manicured brow rose with intrigue and her cherry-red lips curved ever so slightly into a smile.

“Lord Potter, a pleasure.”

Harry nodded as the waiter left with a bow. “Likewise Lady Malfoy.”

Narcissa hummed, studying him with an unreadable expression before she gestured to the chair opposite of herself. “Please sit, and call me Narcissa. I insist.”

“Harry.” He replied, settling into the chair as more waitstaff appeared on his left and right. They quickly filled his glass with water and another with wine with practiced ease. They each took the spare glasses from the table and left in the blink of an eye, leaving Harry alone once more with the Malfoy matriarch.

“Quite the place you picked. Though it’s a bit more…empty than I expected.” He remarked.

“Hmm, yes. That does tend to happen when one rents the entire establishment for the evening.” She hummed, taking another sip of her wine.

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise. “You bought out the entire restaurant?”

“Well it wouldn’t do for our evening to be disturbed now, would it? I did hope a muggle setting would put you at ease, though I admit I am a bit excited to try their food as well.” The blonde replied.

“And what is the reason for our evening together, Narcissa?” Harry asked, all pretense of dancing around the subject leaving his voice. “If you wanted to meet with me, you could have simply sent an owl. Why go through all the trouble of paying for the date?”

Narcissa studied him once more, her lips pursing ever so slightly in thought. Finally, she spoke, leaning forward on the table. Her round breasts squeezed together within the confines of her tight dress, rested pointedly on the tabletop as she opened her mouth to say…

“I wish for a child Harry.”

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“You- I’m sorry, what?” He asked in disbelief.

“It’s simple really…that is if you do know how the process of reproduction works?” Narcissa asked with a coy smirk.

Harry shook his head, his hands coming up to rub at his temples. “Narcissa, you know that’s not what I meant. Why do you want a child? And more importantly, why are you telling me?!”

“Tsk, all business and no fun I see. Very well.” The woman sighed. “Draco is a man grown. A lord in his own right. Yet even when he was just a boy he was not mine. Lucius sank his claws into our son from a young age, molding him into the perfect Malfoy heir.” Narcissa leaned back, one hand swirling her glass of deep red wine while the other rested firmly under her bust. “It gladdens me that Draco did away with many of Lucius’s teachings. He has learned from his father’s mistakes at the very least. Yet I will never get those years with my son back, the years any mother recalls fondly when their children are grown.”

“So you- what?- want another go? Have another child to make up for those years Lucius forced you out?” Harry asked.

Narcissa nodded and took a sip of her wine. “In a sense, yes. I am still a young woman after all. Believe me when I say my body is still more than capable of bearing a child. As well as… other things.” She finished with an odd look pointed his way.

On paper it made sense. She was practically a widow after all, and with Draco having effectively left the nest, she’d be all alone. Any friend she had either died in the wars or is locked up in Azkaban, and her family…

Well if Andromeda’s reaction was anything to go by, any family the woman had left was by no means lining up to see her.

Still one thing nagged at him in the back of his mind. Why would she tell him this? On a date she PAID for of all things? It made no sense…Unless…

“And you’re telling me this…because you want ME to father the child?” He asked in a near whisper.

Narcissa smiled, the first true smile he saw from her that night.

“Why of course. I don’t wish to birth another Malfoy. That could put Draco’s inheritance in danger. But I would so love for a child of mine to carry my maiden family’s name. Perhaps even children. A Black alone in the world is a terrible thing after all. Either way, as Lord of House Black, YOU can make that happen.” She replied matter-of-factly.

This was… well a whole bloody lot more than just a surprise. This was borderline insane! How could she think he’d ever agree to something like this?! The way she stared back at him, her red lips curved into a smirk and eyes shining with excitement proved otherwise. If Harry hadn’t seen the witch die himself he’d assume it was Bellatrix sitting in front of him instead of the youngest Black sister.

“No.” Harry scowled.

Narcissa seemed genuinely surprised at his response. She blinked owlishly back at him and huff out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m sorry?”

“I said no Narcissa. I have no interest in having a child anytime soon, much less with you.” He growled.

“Harry I believe you may have misunderstood-”

“The answer is no! I don’t know why you thought I’d agree to this, but I will not father you a child just to fill your pathetic need to feel accomplished as a mother. Find someone else to breed with.” Harry huffed. Standing, he pushed his chair to the side and made to leave. Yet Narcissa’s voice halted his steps.

“Very well. If you will not agree amicably, then I suppose I’ll have to resort to more drastic measures.”

Harry felt ice fill his veins as the meaning of her words washed over him. Turning slowly, he glared deep into the woman’s icy onyx eyes.

“And just what do you mean by that?”

Narcissa smirked back at him. She stood slowly, easing the wrinkles of her shimmering black dress, and stepped towards him. The click of her heels against the marble floors was akin to the noise of a lion stalking its prey. She approached him slowly, a single manicured nail coming up to graze the flesh of his jawline before she forced his gaze to meet hers once more.

“I call for your debt to be repaid, Lord Potter. What say you?” She intoned.

Harry grit his teeth angrily. He could deny her of course, there was nothing stopping him from doing so. Yet there would be consequences. Magic itself could deem the debt big enough that his very life could be taken as repayment. Considering his debt to her allowed him to defeat Voldemort and fulfill a prophecy, Harry had a feeling that made it ‘big enough.’

“I accept.”

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“Here we are!” Narcissa announced.

Harry followed her through the hallway and into the grand bedroom. The room itself was as large as the Dursley’s house on Privet Drive. The opulent carpets and golden trimmings around the room would be enough to make Uncle Vernon seethe with envy. Aunt Petunia would’ve more than likely fainted on the spot at the sight of the bed alone. It was bigger than Harry had ever seen to be sure. The silken sheets on it were probably worth more than the Dursley’s car.

Narcissa hummed as she sauntered through a door on the far side of the room. A bathroom if he had to guess.

Anger still boiled hot in his chest as he waited for the blonde to return. He should’ve listened to Andromeda and called the whole thing off from the start. Now he was stuck repaying his life debt to the woman by fathering a child with her of all things.

Harry sighed. At least she was attractive. Even through her dress Harry could see every inch of her curvaceous body, practically a mirror image of Andromeda’s. Call the Blacks crazy all you like, they produced absolute bombshell daughters. It kind of made him wonder how attractive Bellatrix was back in the day, before the whole malnutrition and general horrible hygiene courtesy of Hotel Azkaban.

He didn’t have any time to ponder this as Narcissa chose that moment to return with a bundle in her arms.

“Here you are. Bathroom is through there. Call for Mitzy if the ‘reading’ material isn't to your liking. Oh and please- do clean up any mess you make.”

Harry looked at her in confusion before glancing down at what she shoved into his arms. It was two things in actuality: A magazine depicting a very scantily clad witch licking a broomstick on the cover. The other item was a glass vial, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was for.

“Oh you must be joking.”

Narcissa laughed and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “I think you’ll find I’m not. I may wish for my child to be a Black but that does not mean I’d allow your pathetic half-blood cock anywhere near me.” The blonde sneered.

The anger in his veins spiked from a roaring fire into a blazing inferno at her words. Harry threw the magazine and vial to the side, satisfied when he heard the tell-tale shattering of glass as it smashed into the wall.

Narcissa jumped at the sound, her onyx eyes glaring up at him with confusion. “What the fuck was that?!”

Instead of answering, Harry grabbed the blonde roughly by her waist and hauled her over his shoulder. 

Narcissa yelped in surprise and fought against his grasp. “Release me Potter! Stop this at- AH!” Her words were cut off as he landed a firm slap against her round jiggly bum.

“You want a child Narcissa? Fine. But we’re going to do this by my rules.” She grunted as Harry dropped her on the bed, her usual prim and perfect hair now slightly tousled as she glared up at him. “That means I’m going breed you like the pureblood whore you are.”

Narcissa scowled up at him but said nothing, her lips set into a hard frown of disgust. “Fine.” She seethed. Slowly her legs opened up before him, the black material of her dress hiking up to reveal her smooth creamy thighs and dark purple thong. “Just make it quick so we can be done with this.”

Harry smirked at the woman. Placing a hand on her thigh, he slowly ran it down her legs until the heat of her core met his fingertips. The blonde shuddered at his touch but allowed his hand to explore. Just as he was about to make contact with clothed womanhood, Harry suddenly pulled his hand away in a flash.

“What? Lose your nerve already Potter?” Narcissa scoffed. “I should have known you’d be a bloody cowar-”

RIIIIIIPPPPPP

Narcissa squeaked in horror as her extravagant black dress was ripped from her body, leaving her in nothing but her knickers. She yelped and tried to cover her breasts, but Harry was too fast. He grabbed her wrists quickly and pinned them above her head. The blonde fought against his hold but his grip was firm. The buxom witch huffed and flopped back against the mattress, her onyx-black eyes piercing him with an icy glare.

“That dress was worth more than you make in a year Potter.” She growled.

Harry merely raised a brow. “Was it? Pity, it was quite lovely. Though not as lovely as these.”

Narcissa jumped as his hand made contact with her chest. Her breasts gave way easily under his grasp, the flesh pillowy and soft. Impossibly supple for something that seemed to defy gravity. A bitch she might be, but Narcissa Malfoy certainly knew how to take care of her body even after all these years.

“St-stop your b-beastly groping and get on with it already.” The blonde gasped.

Harry hummed and tweaked one of her nipples, watching in fascination as the crinkled pink flesh hardened even more from the attention. “I said stop Pott-” SMACK!

Narcissa stared up at him in horror as a red handprint slowly appeared on her cheek. Harry smirked at her and grabbed her roughly by the chin, bringing her face within inches of his own.

“You’ve made your demands already Cissy. Try and tell me what to do again and we’ll see how high and mighty you can be with my cock shoved down your throat.”

The blonde’s eyes widened in shock. Before she could form some sort of retort Harry once more grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on the bed. The remains of her ruined dress fell away to reveal her round thick arse. Harry smirked to himself and reached forward to knead the soft flesh. Narcissa groaned in response as he roughly groped her arse, but made no move to stop him. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay there all night and molest the arse of his school hood bully’s mom, Harry knew there was a much sweeter prize merely inches away.

With a pulse of magic, his dress robes faded away only to reappear folded neatly on the bedside table. His stiff cock hung heavy against the woman’s shapely arse. By the way she stiffened as it smacked against her flesh, she knew exactly what it was as well.

He didn’t bother removing the blonde’s purple thong, his patience growing thin with his building arousal. Shoving the thin material aside, Harry got his first look at Narcissa’s smooth puffy pussy lips. A thin sheen of arousal covered her silken cunt, showing just how turned on the older witch was despite her earlier protests.

He didn’t wait for another snarky retort from the blonde. Lining his cock up, he teased her outer folds, letting the blonde’s own juices coat his cock head before he pitched his hips forward. With a single thrust, Harry slammed himself balls deep inside Narcissa Malfoy’s sweltering cunt. The buxom milf screamed, her arms flailing against the mattress as both pleasure and pain wracked her body. Harry grunted from the sheer tightness of her snatch. The grip of her pussy surprised him. He never expected a woman her age to have such an impossibly tight cunt, especially after having a child once already. Obviously Lucius never bothered to continue with his husbandly duties. Either that or perhaps the former Malfoy lord was lacking in more than a few areas.

Whatever it was, Harry didn’t rightly care. He groaned as he began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of the blonde’s wet snatch at a leisurely pace. Below him, Narcissa’s screams had finally been silenced, the woman now only grunting with every thrust as her neglected pussy was pierced again and again. He didn’t know why it drew his eye, but Harry looked down almost hypnotically at the blonde’s fat round arse and smirked. 

SMACK!

“OW! FUCK!” Narcissa cried. “Y-you bl-bloody brute!”

SMACK!

The blonde howled once more in pain. With each slap of his hand against her jiggly arse cheeks, Narcissa’s pussy would tremble around his cock. If he didn’t know any better, Harry would almost say she liked it…

Again and again he slapped her arse. Raining blow after blow down onto the soft pale flesh until it shone with countless red handprints. Tears ran down the blonde’s face as her cries petered off into incomprehensible babble. Part of him was ashamed for being so rough with her, but another was proud having brought the once high and mighty witch so low.

Regardless of his feelings, they were far outweighed by the almost animalistic urge to fuck the blonde ragged. He gripped Narcissa's wide hips tightly. A low growl left his lips as he pulled back, raking his cock from her folds till just the tip remained and slammed forward into her cunt once more. The blonde wailed in pleasure, her pussy practically gushing with arousal as he set a disastrous pace, fucking her neglected pussy with hard rapid thrusts of his cock. Her pussy stretched wide around him and her senseless babble soon morphed into loud cries of ecstasy as her body was ripped through one climax to the next.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! OH MY FUCKING GOD I’M CUMMINNNNGGGG!” The blonde howled.

Harry grunted as her pussy convulsed around him once more. His groin was already soaked thoroughly with her juices and each thrust of his cock was met with the lewd wet slaps of their flesh meeting.

Narcissa collapsed into the mattress as her orgasm hit yet another peak. Her loud moans now muffled by the blankets below them. All the while Harry continued his savage pace, not letting up a single bit even as the blonde’s legs trembled against him.

It was only when the pressure in his own loins became too much that Harry faltered at all. The velvety tightness of Narcissa’s slutty pussy was enough to undo any man and Harry had explored her depths thoroughly at that point.

With a groan he released his load, filling the blonde’s womb with every drop of molten hot seed. Narcissa made no noise as her pussy was filled, only twitching occasionally with every pulse of Harry’s cock inside of her.

Sighing with contentment, Harry pulled his cock free from Narcissa’s folds, watching in satisfaction as his white spunk immediately began flooding out from her depths and staining the expensive silken sheets below. Narcissa had yet to move, the only sign she was even alive being the soft rise and fall of her ribcage. Harry simply looked at the blonde and shrugged. Taking her by the waist, he flipped her over onto her back.

 Her eyes were open wide yet unfocused as she stared at nothing. Her mouth stood agape, only small breaths coming and going yet not a single word. Harry eyed the rest of her body appreciatively. His cock had yet to deflate and the night was still awfully young.

Smirking to himself, he repositioned the blonde until her cock-drunk face was hanging off the side of the bed. He sighed happily to himself as he pushed his cock past her soft plump lips and into her tight throat. Narcissa made no protest or voice any argument as he began to slowly rock his hips back and forth, fucking her face with measured strokes of his cock.

By the end of the night Narcissa would have her wish, a spell would confirm it the next day showing that she indeed was pregnant. Though by the soreness of her body, from her throat to her bum, she had to ask herself if the cost had been worth it.

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Author’s Note

Surprise update for this story! I had originally been set on leaving this guy unfinished, and it might still go that way, but I wanted to see what you all thought of perhaps bringing it back or maybe even doing a soft reboot of the fic from the beginning.

I originally abandoned this work because I didn’t like the direction it was going. But perhaps we can change that? I did like this chapter far more than any of the others since the first update featuring Penelope.

Idk, let me know what you all think! Should I leave the fic be, pick it back up, or reboot it with a slightly tweaked premise?

Either way I hope you all enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!