Narcissa in the pantry

Hope you like this one, spent far too long on it! I think Narcissa is a difficult image to define, and I definitely wanted to make her look older than a Hogwarts schoolgirl, more of a pureblood wife, with all the nobility that comes with. Hope I nailed it for you. A little scene below to go along with it - I'm so glad to get this out of my head, where its been residing for some time! 

Tomorrow is Friday, finally, and your chapter, of course, for both Two Minds and A Soldier For All Seasons. 

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“Cissy?” Harry frowned as he brushed himself clean of the Floo Powder.

Nothing. Was she not in? He could feel her through the bond somewhere in the house. Usually she rushed him, attacking him with kisses, hands working at his belt, wielding plates of baked goods.

He checked the kitchen. Something was baking in the AGA range. He helped himself to a Fudge Fly from the jar, chewing as he mused.

Where was she?

“Fuck!” He heard her swear from the side pantry. Harry smirked. Cissy never swore.

She was deep in the pantry, and as he crept in, he realized he’d never really been in here. It was Cissy’s food cupboard for her to delve into — he never had to bother, since she gave him all the food he wanted.

Inside, it was teeming with boxes and jars. A huge chest, covered blue from the Freezing charm on it. And by the window that looked out onto her prized rose garden, Narcissa was standing at a desk, trying to wrestle some chocolate frogs back into the jar. They hopped around, avoiding her hands.

Harry just watched, amused. Narcissa was dressed in her usual skimpy attire; a backless white negligee, held together with magic, as well as a frilly garter belt around her waist, though she’d forgone the stockings and straps.

She was done up to the nines, as ever, a side parting of her hair braided elegantly, intertwined with a gleaming chain of beaded jewelery.

“Stupid frogs, come on.” Cissy grumbled, zigzagging her unique silver-hilted black-knobbed wand to freeze a frog still. She reached over the desk to deposit it back into the jar, her negligee riding up to reveal her thick ass and enticing pink pussy.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He stepped up behind her and pressed a firm hand on her back, pushing her flat onto the table.

“Harry!” She squeaked in shock.

“Cissy, whatever are you doing?” He rumbled. With a swish of his wand, he was naked, his shaft hardening at the sight of his silly, beautiful, pureblood princess.

“I was getting some frogs out to make you those crispy frog cupcakes you like. Oh!” She shivered as she felt his cockhead rub against her pussy lips. “Harry,” She bit her lip, looking at him over her shoulder.

“What is this place? Your little private sanctum?” Harry looked around, studying her desk. Along with the jars of candy, it held a bunch of documents. Letters to his retail tenants, something to do with his taxes, correspondence with Gringotts. And, he noted, a folded copy of the Prophet with his face on the cover. ‘THE BOY WHO LOVES?’ it read. Some fluff Rita piece on a potential romance of he and Susan, speculating that his support of Amelia had only been because of his infatuation with Susan, along with a photo of him and…no, Susan had been cut out of the image. Narcissa had cut her out. 

Bless her. She hid her jealousy well, mostly. 

“I work in here sometimes, to get the sun from the garden.” She squirmed back at him, trying to rub herself on his cock.

She whimpered as he leaned over her to press a kiss against her cheek, deliberately kneeling forward to pin her legs against the table side, cock sliding through her lips. She had an old copy of Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile issue, though she’d drawn devil horns on the cover of Gilderoy Lockhart. Harry picked it up, snorting.

“I didn’t like it when you told me what he tried to do to you.” She scowled. “I was going to visit him in St Mungo’s. I have a bone to pick with him.” 

“I think he’s suffered enough, Cissy.” Harry chuckled, slapping her ass affectionately. 

“I don’t.” She said obstinately. “He tried to wipe your memory. And he vanished the bones in your arm.” 

“I have a bone for you, Cissy.” Harry teased, sinking his hands into her pillowy asscheeks, tracing his cockhead up and down her juicy pussy, admiring how wet she got for him, and so quickly.

She bit her lip, looking back at him. “Yes, my Lord, please.” 

“Have you been good?” 

“I’m a good girl!” She nodded eagerly. “I’m a good submissive witch for my wizard.”

“Well, then,” Harry grabbed a Cockroach Cluster that was spilled on the desk, popping it in his mouth as he ground against Cissy’s heavenly ass. He did so love his Cissy. “Let me reward you.”