WARNING: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature, and includes infidelity. If this bothers you, you should hit back right now.

AN: Greetings friends. Hope you are well upon reading this.

It's been awhile since I've posted anything, about 6 months. Thought I might even get to a year without posting anything, but wouldn't you know it, this week I get hit by a burst of creative energy, and the words just flow. Figures that it occurs when work is actually starting to pick up.

Anyway this story was requested by one of my most loyal readers, undergroundirector, and it will be a 3-part story, although I do also intend to do a few more one-shots as well, including a How to Train Your Dragon one shot which will be up within the next few hours, if it isn't already, so go check that out as well. I can't really say when the next chapters will be up. I've written about 8 pages so far for the second chapter, and about 1 page for the third. It might be that work remains slow and I can focus a bit more on them, or work may pick up and I have less time. Basically, the chapter will get done when it gets done, and I can't really promise anything more than that. Sorry about.

Now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story and feedback is always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Narcissa Malfoy cast a curious glance over at the young man who sat across from her as she sipped tea in his living room. "So what is it that you wanted to speak with me about Harry," she asked him as they had settled into their seats.

When Narcissa had lied to Voldemort about Harry's death, she had been trying to save her family and free them all from the shackles that the dark lord had placed around them. She certainly wasn't thinking about the possible dividends that it might pay. Yet that's exactly what happened. The entire Malfoy had faced harsh sentences for their previous affiliations, the victims of the overzealous new government, eager to place blame, regardless of how warranted it may be. Their salvation however came in the form of non-other than Harry Potter, who despite his less than stellar relationship with the male members of the Malfoy family, told of how she risked her life and saved him without hesitation. In light of that, both Lucius and Draco were given lighter sentences in the now Dementor-free Azkaban, the former still having five years left on his sentence while the latter having been released after a few months.

As the years since the conclusion of the Battle of Hogwarts passed by, Narcissa found herself spending more and more time with the young man, as he tried to navigate the world of politics and tradition that his heritage and fame had thrust him into. A world that he admittedly wanted little to do with, yet his past experience with incompetent, corrupt and manipulative politicians made him unwilling to trust them to behave in a manner that benefited the society they governed. It was most likely this reason that led to their meeting at the present. "Well…" Harry started, the topic clearly making him uncomfortable giving the way he was fidgeting. "I've been thinking about taking up my traditional seat in the Wizengamot and I've been looking at what I need to do and…"

The discomfort in his voice, combined with her own knowledge, told Narcissa exactly what was bothering him. "Ah I see," she stated. "You've found out that they don't let unmarried and fatherless men take up their seats."

"Yeah," he sighed, partly in relief at her cutting to the chase, partly in annoyance at the situation in general. "Which doesn't make any bloody sense to me at all. I mean what does it matter if I'm married or have kids?"

"Not a lot about traditions do make sense, given as they were usually built in a completely different time and culture," Narcissa explained to her host as she took a sip of her tea. "However, this tradition is to ensure continuity. After all, why bother giving a family a seat if that family will be gone in another generation?"

"But that still doesn't make sense," cried Harry in frustration. "It's the Potter family seat, what does it matter how many there are if as long as there's still one Potter to sit in it?"

Narcissa shrugged her shoulders. "I'm afraid I can't really give you any more insight than what I already have," she conceded, unbothered by the young man's outburst. "That was the reason I was told, and if there was another reason, then I am unaware of it as you are. What I do know however is that whether it makes sense or not is irrelevant, as is often the case with these kinds of traditions. If you wish to claim your family's seat, then you must get married and have a child. Lucius could not claim his seat until Draco had been born, and if it hadn't been for the Dark Lord, your own father might have claimed the Potter seat soon after your birth."

Seeing Harry's disgruntled demeanour, the older witch sighed. "I know you don't like it Harry," Narcissa said calmly. "But the sad truth is that if you want to change some of these traditions, then you will have to embrace them, at least for a time."

The older woman took another sipped of her tea, while considering how to help the young man in front of her. "What about Miss Granger, or the Weasley girl?" Narcissa suggested after a moment, putting her cup back on the table, the last name uttered with some reluctance. "You are familiar with both of them, and marriage between either of them would benefit the girl you choose. It would certainly boost the Weasley's standing a great deal, and it is no secret that Miss Granger wishes to change our world. Being married to you would be a great boon towards her goals."

A dark look flickered across Harry's face at the mention of Ginny Weasley. "Hermione is dating Ron, and they're both very happy together and I have no intention to change that. Plus, I don't really feel that way about her," he explained, getting the easy one out of the way first. "As for Ginny… well, things haven't been going that well between us before we broke up, and now… well, just look at this."

"Oh? What's the little dear done now," the blonde witch said with disdain.

He picked up the newspaper lying on the far side of the table and handed it Narcissa. Reading the date, she noticed it was from three days previous. Her eyes scrolled until they found the article Harry was obviously referring to. "Ah… it says here she was photographed in the middle of an orgy after the Harpies last game in Glasglow," she said aloud as she read the article before putting the paper back down. "It also mentioned that her current boyfriend, Pierre Bisset, was not among the participants. Yes, I can see why you wouldn't want to go back to her."

"Before our break up, I had suspected her of cheating, and when I tried to talk about it, she deflected until she eventually started screaming at me to respect her space," Harry said before giving a slight snort. "This was the same woman who wanted to know where I was every minute of the day and would get angry if I was alone for five minutes with another woman, even if that woman was my best friend."

"There are also other, more political reasons not to get back with her," Narcissa said, her voice taking a lecture-like tone. "If you are serious about going into politics, then how you're perceived is just as important as your intentions. And this also goes for your future wife and anyone else you would want to associate with. Miss Weasley has had a history with scandal and rumour, some proven and some not. Something like this would be used against you at the drop of the hat, and as it appears that the girl has issues with fidelity, it would not seem that you would be able to trust her to stay true to you, thus creating more scandal, not to mention the possibility of her telling your secrets to your political enemies."

"It's not like I want to get back with Ginny anyway," Harry commented. "All that other stuff aside, I don't want a marriage where I suspect my wife is with another man the moment I leave the door, and I'm not sure I'll ever have that with Ginny."

"Understandable and commendable," Narcissa spoke with a tone of thoughtfulness. "If you are hoping to find a perfect marriage that are often portrayed in fairy tales and fiction, then I'm afraid you are just setting yourself up for disappointment. However, just because this is a marriage arranged for political reasons, does not mean you should saddle yourself with the first eligible witch. An unhappy marriage can be just as disastrous as any extramarital affair. When choosing your future bride, you need to take all of these things into account."

Harry thought on her words, looking further irritated at the situation. Narcissa sighed at the young man's frustrations, knowing he was wading into waters he wanted nothing to do with in regards to this marriage business. She would need to get him to relax before he became too stressed. "Harry," she spoke softly, interrupting the dark haired man's doubtless bitter chain of thought. "I think you need to take a step back from this marriage business. I understand it is important to you that you take your family's seat, but even if you marry a witch today and impregnate her, you still won't be able to take you seat for at least nine months. The truth is you are probably at least years away from taking the seat, so you will have time to do things properly."

The former Gryffindor nodded at her words with a sigh. "You're right, as usual."

Without a word, the Lady Malfoy placed her teacup and saucer onto the coffee table and stood up, gracefully closing the distance between herself and the chair Harry occupied. "Just relax Harry," she told him, her voice carrying the undeniable seductiveness to it.

Narcissa leaned forward and gave Harry a light peck on his lips before lowering herself onto her knees, bringing her face to the young man's crotch. She deftly pulled down the zipper and fished out his half hard member out from his boxers. The older witch smirked at the hitch in Harry's breath as her soft hand gently grasped the flesh rod and began stroking it. Slowly but obviously, the cock in her hand began to harden until it reached it full length of eight inches and was quite thick. It was truly an impressive specimen.

Without giving any further thought, Narcissa took the young man into her mouth, starting by gently sucking on the tip before moving her mouth down along the shaft, getting as much of the appendage in as possible and using her hand to massage what she couldn't. "Merlin, Narcissa," Harry groaned, running his fingers through her blonde hair as she continued to get more and more of his cock down her throat.

They had started having sex a few weeks after Harry's disastrous break up with Ginny and Narcissa had correctly realised that Harry was becoming far too stressed out due to the media frenzy that followed. She felt that the best way for a young man such as Harry to relax was sex, her reasoning reinforced by her own desires created by the absence of her husband. So she had invited Harry around to Malfoy Manor and had waited for him in the parlour where the fireplace was connected to the Floo. When he stumbled out of the fireplace, still unable to get used to magic travel, he was greeted by a seductively posed and naked Narcissa Malfoy sitting on the sofa. Needless to say he needed very little convincing after that.

They had agreed to be discreet with their liaisons, meeting only at Malfoy Manor or his flat in London, and with the release of her son from Azkaban, less so at the manor. And while their affair was not one prolonged act of consistent debauchery, Naricssa could not remember a time where she had been so sexually satisfied. Harry's general mood, which had become more relaxed than it had been during his relationship with Ginny, also improved greatly.

Coming back to reality, Harry once again groaned but this time it was because of Narcissa deep throating him and managed to press her nose into his pubic hair. "Damn… I don't… think I'm going to last much longer… Narcissa," he hissed, struggling to maintain control under such a pleasurable assault.

While the older woman appreciated the warning, it was unnecessary and wasn't sure why Harry still bothered after all this time. She was more than eager to take his load in her mouth now as she had very often in the past. But she supposed Harry would always be a gentleman and that she should be grateful that was still the case even after screwing each other for several months.

Regardless, Narcissa continued blowing the former Gryffindor, and her eagerness always seemed to turn Harry on as it didn't take long before he came, firing his load into her mouth. The first time Narcissa had done this for him, she had been surprised by the sheer quantity he deposited into her mouth and much of it had dribbled down her chin, arousing her lover even further. Now she was much better prepared and practiced at swallowing the large loads Harry seemed to build up, yet always deliberately let some of his cum dribble now, the look of lust on Harry's face never failing to make her wetter.

She pulled herself away from her delicious treat, leaving a few drops of semen streak down her chin. Harry could only watch in absolute rapture as her nimble tongue, which had second ago been running itself along the underside of his shaft, lick them up. It was incredibly sexy.

She stood upright in front of him, presenting her attractive form to his lust filled eyes, which drifted up and down her body, admiring how she filled out her low cut, violet dress. His eyes lingered on the generous amount cleavage she displayed, not for the first time since she arrived earlier, an action that she noticed straight away and smirked at him. "You always do enjoy looking at my breasts," she observed teasingly.

Harry smiled sheepishly at being caught. "Well they are fantastic," he said in his defence.

Narcissa gave off a light musical laugh. "Then I suppose you would prefer an unimpeached view," she asked rhetorically.

Without another word she undid the clasp of her dress, charmed to be done with a snap of her fingers, and allowed her dress to fall gracefully to the floor, pooling at her feet. As she stepped out of the fallen garment, Harry was treated to her completely naked form, her mature body having aged well with toned long legs, widened hips, neatly trimmed blonde hair above a glistening vagina and a firm and generous bust. "No underwear?" Harry couldn't resist commenting, unable to take his eyes from the pure blood witch.

Narcissa shook her head. "No, I have recently decided to stop wearing underwear to our little get-togethers," she explained, noting the look of increased desire on Harry's face. "They almost always end in the same way, so I decided that there is little point in wearing them."

"Works for me," Harry said huskily as he stood up in front of Narcissa, placed his hands on her hips and pulled her body against his while doing the same with their lips.

Narcissa moaned into his mouth as she was mauled by the younger man. She could feel his erection pressing against her flushed flesh and while maintaining the kiss with her younger lover, used her dainty hands to work off the buckles and button that held his pants in place. When his trousers did drop to the floor, she moved her hands upwards, attempting to undo the buttons of his shirt, but as the task proved to be a bit more difficult than her previous task, given that Harry's talented fingers were now penetrating to soaking vagina, so he opted for an alternative method of removing his shirt. Grasping the garment on each side, she gave a powerful yank, causing many buttons to fly off and was treated to the much treasured sight of Harry Potter's naked chest.

Harry was a man who enjoyed keeping fit and that combined with playing quidditch in school and the short lived Auror training left him athletic and strong in Narcissa's opinion. An opinion which was reinforced by Harry's next move when he placed his hands behind her thighs and lifted her right off the ground. Narcissa was caught off guard for but a moment before she nimbly wrapped her arms around his neck and her smooth legs around her waist. With great strength and precision, Harry angled his older lover so the tip of his manhood slid into her drenched cavern and moved his hands from her thighs to her ass for a better grip. Happy at his hold on her, Harry unceremoniously pull her further onto his cock.

"Oh Merlin," Narcissa hissed in delight as her honeypot was filled with her lover's wonderful member. "Oh yes… just like that… Harrrryyy…"

Harry merely grunted, too busy concentrating on his task. He was fortunate that Narcissa always took good care of herself, as if she were any heavier, then fucking her while standing up would be much harder than she seemed to think it was. True he enjoyed the position just as much as she did, but it certainly wasn't the easiest position to maintain. Still he'd find a way to suffer through it, especially if her pussy kept clenching him like that.

Narcissa continued to moan like a whore as her lover continued to pound her. She loved the feeling of weightlessness as her strong younger lover held her in the air, completely at his control and using her as he saw fit. And she so did enjoy how he used her, with his well-developed shaft penetrating her in ways that only Harry could. "Oh yes Harry… yes right there… oh fuck me… oh you naughty boy…" she moaned in his ear as he bottomed out inside her again before pulling her back, repeating the process. "Yes Harry… keep fucking me… keep at it… until we both cum…"

Despite the earlier blowjob, Harry knew he wasn't far away. He had been stressed about claiming his seat lately and stress always reduced his staying power. "Fuck I'm close…" he groaned, warning his blonde lover.

Narcissa merely tightened her legs around his waist. "So am I love…Hurry up and cum… cum in my wet pussy… cum in your rival's mother…"

Harry knew there was something wrong with him, as whenever she made references to either of the male Malfoys, it never failed to excite him and this time it failed to prove the exception. Grabbing her ass cheeks tightly, he pulled her towards him again, shoving as much of himself inside her as possible, before letting loose another torrent of sperm with a load grunt.

The older witch moaned in delight, the pleasure from her lover filling her to the brim triggering her own climax. Her shuddering in ecstasy made it difficult for Harry to maintain his balance, so the athletic young man carefully stumbled backwards into the sofa, allowing their bodies to collapse onto it. There the lovers panted in their shared bliss, giving themselves a moment to calm down.

After several minutes of heavy breathing passed, Harry looking into Narcissa's eyes. "You know I've had a thought about that marriage thing."

The older witch rose one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Should I be insulted that you've regained your senses so quickly?" she said, her composed words off-put by her flushed face and deep breaths.

Harry gave a small chuckle. "I wouldn't worry about that Narcissa, you were fantastic as usual," he told her with a boyish grin. "No I was just thinking I could marry you."

"Have you fallen in love with me too Mr Potter," Narcissa teased, although she secretly dreaded a positive answer.

She inwardly gave a breath of relief when he shook his head. "Not in that way no, but I am comfortable with you and I enjoy spending time with you. Isn't that what marriage is?"

Knowing that their conversation would become serious, Narcissa decided that it needed to be had with fewer distractions as possible. She pulled herself off of Harry's lap, releasing the softening member from her womanhood and losing some of his deposit. "To a point yes they are important aspects to a marriage, but every marriage is different, just as every person is different. After all you are comfortable with Hermione Granger, and you enjoy spending time with her, but you said earlier that you wouldn't want to marry her, correct?"

"Yeah that's true," admitted a thoughtful Harry Potter.

"There are also many other reasons why we shouldn't get married," Narcissa continued. "The main one being that I am still very much in love with my husband."

She couldn't help but notice Harry's eyes dart down her naked body and to where their clothes lay. "Really," he asked incredulously.

Narcissa too looked at their naked bodies, their discarded clothes and Harry's flaccid cock covered in her juices. She imagined that her own privates looked just as incriminating, red from their previous coupling with cum coming out as well. "I know it might be hard to believe but it's the truth," she declared. "Lucius and I have been together for almost three decades. We wouldn't have lasted this long if we didn't know how to make our relationship work. Part of that involved taking on lovers and being honest about it."

Harry did a quick double take. "Wait you mean he knows about us?"

Narcissa nodded, showing no other reaction to his outburst. "That's correct," she answered, before grinning slightly. "He applauded my cunning by the way, at developing such a good relationship with our family's saviour."

She gave a small chuckle at the scowl that passed over her younger lover's face. "While you are definitely the best lover I've had, Harry, you are by no means the first," she explained to him. "But even if I weren't still in love with my husband, there are still other reasons why it would be a bad idea for us to marry."

"Such as," Harry asked, still disturbed at the knowledge of Lucius knowing he was banging the prisoner's wife.

"Mainly, that I am still a married woman," she started. "Leaving my husband while he's imprison for the much younger man that essentially put him there is not a scandal that you would want to start your political career. And then there is the fact that I am past my child bearing years. I could not give you an heir to carry on your name, and thus you wouldn't be able to qualify for your seat in the Wizengamot."

"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess," Harry said, still slightly downtrodden at how easily his suggestion had been shot down.

Narcissa smiled as she affectionately stroked the young man's cheek. "Nonetheless, thank you. It's very flattering that a young handsome man such as yourself would consider an old crone like me for marriage."

Harry chucked at her words. "You know very well that you aren't an old crone Narcissa."

"A woman always desires a compliment, especially from a charming gentleman, something you should keep in mind for your future wife," Narcissa said, pausing for a moment as she was struck by an idea. "And I actually have someone in mind for you, someone who I think you'll get along quite well with."

Harry raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Who'd you have in mind?"

"You have meet Astoria, Draco's wife, correct?"

The dark haired man nodded. "Once, at the wedding. We didn't talk much but she was polite with none of the hidden condescension I usually get from former Slytherins."

"Well she has a sister in your year," explained Narcissa. "Bright girl, I believe she scored amongst the highest in the NEWTs, scoring several spots below Hermione Granger. And very beautiful. I think you would do well with her by your side."

Harry looked thoughtful at the suggestion. "Her name is Daphne, right? Daphne Greengrass?"

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