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Milfs Like It Big
🕑 Added 2023-06-18 22:38:01 +0000 UTCMILFS LIKE IT BIG
Chapter 13
Lily Potter stared out of the window, sipping from a cup of a chocolate blend that she had brought from her recent trip. Her son toiled hard beneath the sun’s glare, plucking the unwanted saplings from her flowerbed. She had to bribe their elf to hold herself and not help Harry as she was almost on the verge of tears seeing him baking under the summer sun. But now that Harry had shed his shirt and was squatting by just in shorts, Lily wondered if her passive disciplining would come back to haunt her.
She had always thought Harry had gotten her complexion so the sun’s glare would only give him splotchy sunburns, but the reality turned out quite different. Her son, who seemed to be having late accelerated puberty, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing the mud on his forehead, but Lily’s eyes were stuck on something else. Harry despite being on the thinner side for the entirety of his life, seemed to have put on pounds of muscles in her short absence and all those muscles were now glinting with the accumulated sweat—along with the bronze tan that he had gotten because of her idiotic punishment—Lily realized she was only making Harry more attractive for her slutty friends.
As if he really needed this glow-up with the huge, honking….
Lily shook her head. She would need to appoint a vigorous workout with her fingers for the night, it seemed.
Lily Potter gulped as Harry stood up from his squat, the shorts riding low on his abdomen, giving her a clear view of the marble-like cut abs that had somehow spurted in the shapely ‘V’ of his.
James didn’t have anything like that.
Turning around abruptly from her ogling, Lily cursed herself for perving on her flesh and blood. If she couldn’t control herself, then how could she hold Andromeda responsible for preying on him?
Yeah, even though she couldn’t get her hands on concrete evidence, it was pretty clear to her that the relationship between Andi and Harry wasn’t anything innocent—from Andi’s morning robe open almost entirely, baring her two cow tits to her son’s half-naked state wearing only a boxer-short while sweating like a pig. Lily could have even naively accepted Andi’s excuse of teaching Harry a special form of Yoga if Harry’s haphazardly worn boxers weren’t inside out, along with his deer caught-in-the-headlights expression. As if she was that stupid. Unfortunately for Andi, Harry wasn’t that good of a liar like the eldest Black sister, giving her enough hints to realize she had left her son in the hands of a cougar like an innocent lamb. Lily wondered what excuse Andi would have given her if she had asked for that musky scent that almost made her eyes water. A scent that she had inhaled vociferously that one time while on her knees….
Bad Lily!
She shook her head like a wet dog as if that would help her in expelling the dirty thoughts.
She wasn’t going to trust anybody but herself from that moment on regarding her son. Not anymore.
Lily’s steps carried her to the kitchen table where two letters sat innocuously, written just last night when she had trouble sleeping. She knew sending those would help her keep an eye on him for the foreseeable future, but as someone said—taking the first plunge toward the unknown was always the hardest step.
No point in thinking about it.
“Mom…”
Lily turned around, before quickly averting her eyes as Harry stood there bare-chested, with his soaked shirt draped over his broad shoulders like those models of playwitch magazine, that she had seen passed around in her dorm room.
“You haven’t gotten ready yet?” Lily stared at Harry with a blank expression.
What?
“Mom, about the invitation that you told me about. You didn’t forget about that, did you?”
Oh!
Lily felt like slapping herself silly. Of course…
“Umm… I was about to prepare myself…”
“All right, Mom. Just let me get a quick shower, then.” Her son, who was brimming with confidence nowadays, dashed upstairs without her response, leaving a blinking Lily in his wake.
‘Don’t think about him showering.’ Murmuring that like a mantra, Lily went to her bedroom, suddenly very unenthusiastic about visiting her betraying friends again.
-oOo-
Lily stumbled out of the fireplace of the familiar manor, now decked in a robe befitting her station as the Potter matriarch. She sidestepped just as the fireplace spat out her son, who dusted his clothes absentmindedly, before standing beside her.
She did a double take, realizing she had to crane her neck a bit upward to look at his face.
Wow, so different from the last time that they visited the Manor.
Well, not the last time for either of them. With him sneaking behind her back to visit the matriarch and her sneaking inside under the Potter family heirloom.
How quickly things have changed.
“Mistress and young master, please, this way to the gardens.” Lily stared as the Malfoy’s eccentric house-elf bowed to them, pointing in the direction that they both had traversed a dozen times already.
Harry was already stepping in that direction when her raised hands collided with his abs, stopping him in his tracks.
“Wait, Harry! No need for you to be present at our girly talks.” Lily turned toward the bowing elf, whose bulbous eyes seemed to eclipse his entire small face. “Dobby… is it?”
“Mistress remembers!” Lily grimaced as the elf started to bounce at his feet, almost like wanting to prostrate in front of her.
So their elf wasn’t the only oddball?
“Well, can you please tell us where Draco and his cohorts are?”
“Mom, I have no problem sitting with—”
I bet you would like to sit with those whores!
“Hush, love. No need to keep me company. I am a big girl, you know.”
Ignoring her son’s grimace, Lily Potter watched as Dobby enthusiastically dragged Harry toward the opposite of the garden, most probably toward the large pond beside the manor.
Now let’s face those betraying sluts.
-oOo-
“Welcome, welcome Lily, glad you could join us.”
Lily tried to not snarl as the Malfoy matriarch jumped from her seat and bounded towards her form, before hugging her tightly around the midsection, almost stealing her breath in the process.
“What the hell, Narcissa? You weren't that enthusiastic about my arrival.”
Lily could hear the jest in Alice’s voice, though Narcissa ignored Alice entirely.
“Come Lily, I have asked Dobby to prepare your favorite treacle tart.” Lily stumbled as the blond took hold of her hand and dragged her toward the garden table before forcing her to sit beside her.
“So… How was Switzerland? Visited the Alps?”
Lily had to double-take as the person sitting on her left sweetly whispered in her ear, wondering why the hell Bellatrix fucking Black was smiling at her so pleasantly.
“I went there for work, Bellatrix. Not for sightseeing.” Lily said, rolling her eyes as Bellatrix tittered as if she had just spoken a funny joke.
Lily had expected Bella to hold a grudge for her last letter, but here she was grinning so honestly that Lily wondered if she had somehow traveled to a different reality, altogether.
“I’m really sorry for all those extra seminars that you had to attend. I will have a strong word with the guild about the mental harassment of our representative.”
Now that really gave Lily a whiplash as she stared at the woman sitting opposite of her, who had somehow escaped her attention till then.
“Ana…”
“Molly said she couldn’t attend for some family reasons, so I invited Anastasia here. Hope you don’t mind, Lily?”
“I mean…mean… why should my opinion even matter?” Lily couldn’t take the oddities anymore. Bella who used to froth in her mouth at her sight now smiling like she was her best friend was odd enough, now Narcissa’s odd submissive behavior. Did Harry damage Narcissa’s brain somehow that day? There was certainly a possibility with the thing so big…
“And what was the invitation about anyway? What occasion is this?” Lily asked Narcissa who was now buttering scones and piling them on her plate.
“Draco had a successful training camp in Bulgaria, so I thought about inviting everyone and celebrating this special occasion.” Lily’s brows furrowed as Bellatrix and Anastasia nodded fervently.
“Correct me, wasn’t the camp more like a correctional facili—”
“For Morgana’s sake, just enjoy these foods, Lily! No need to investigate the cause and effects. And that’s my job anyway.” Alice Longbottom raised her voice, drowning her inquiries with her forced cheerfulness.
“And don’t pretend like you haven’t missed us. We are your best friends.” Lily wanted to say that she had remembered them only for cursing them in her mind, but she refrained from mentioning that.
“Well… Ana… I didn’t know you were close with—”
“Draco and Daphne are dating for quite a while, so it was a good enough excuse to take a leave from the workshop.” Anastasia shrugged at Lily’s way. “I could catch up with you lot while my daughter catches up with Draco—win-win for everybody.”
“Is Daphne with Draco, now?” Lily’s enthusiasm was already dampened by the knowledge of Daphne’s nonavailability. And here she was hoping that she could set her up with Harry so he stops fooling around with married witches.
“Yeah, probably by the lake, with Blaise, hopefully,” Narcissa replied.
“Shame I couldn’t lock my son in the manor.” Lily stared as Bellatrix said that with a straight face. Is she serious?
“Yes, that was another reason for this get-together, so that all of our sons could meet together after so long, you know?” Narcissa smiled like an angel, “Umm… you didn’t bring Harry with you?”
“Uh-huh…” Lily rolled her eyes, taking a small nibble of the scones.
“Common, Lily. Harry’s as good as our son. All of them practically grew together.”
Lily almost choked as Bella whined that out, the buttery scone entering her windpipe.
“Bella’s right, Lily.” Lily placed the half-eaten scone back on her plate, teeth grounding together as The blond Malfoy agreed with Bella.
What fucking sluts! Lying with straight faces! She was already aware of what kind of emotions the Black sisters harbored for her son.
“No, he went looking for your boys,” Lily said, exhaling to keep her temper in check.
“That’s good!”
All of the present ladies jerked in their seats as Bellatrix crowed out before she quickly flushed; shoving her hands in her purse, she snatched out a vintage liquor bottle, holding that out to the others.
“I mean this!”
Lily Potter shook her head, now the intentions of the conniving bitches becoming clear to her. Narcissa wasn’t buttering the scones, she was literately buttering her for something. Something that Lily would have to keep a closer eye on. And Bellatrix’s attempted bribe of vintage wine—as if she was some drunk addict…
Keep dreaming, whores!
“Let us ignore Bella’s stupidity.” Alice being the quickest on the uptake diverted everyone’s attention. “And raise our glasses for this wonderful get-together between friends who are as good as family.”
Alice waved her wand and small flutes filled with the aged liquor floated toward all of them.
“What a tragedy. A gathering for the family without your only family present.”
Lily, who had just gotten hold of her glass almost dropped her drinks. Surely not her.
She turned toward the Black sisters and both were staring at the newcomer as if seeing a ghost. That at least proved that the newcomer wasn’t invited.
“A…Andi?” Both the Black sister stuttered out in unison.
“Yes, unfortunately, uninvited by my younger sisters.”
“But…but… How… what?”
Lily could understand the confusion of both of them, considering the relationship of the eldest Black with her sisters was barely cordial for the last decade. And by Andi’s surprised appearance…
She guessed it would be similar to seeing Petunia in her living room. Nah. Petunia probably would have greeted her with a loud ‘freak’ rather than her sister.
Narcissa gathered her wit before Bella, pointing her fingers at the latest comer accusingly. “You… you… Who gave you permission to visit here after so many years of repeatedly ignoring us? How did you even enter my place?”
“Why, you gave me the floo address, don’t you remember? Asking me to visit you sometime in your letter.”
“That…that was on Draco’s tenth birthday!”
“So are we going to do this here? You two haven’t been any less mean than me in your revenge.” Andi glared at her sisters, almost cowering them with her bright violet eyes.
“But why now? Why your sudden interest in reconciliation?” Even sitting beside her, Lily could feel the hidden pain in Bellatrix’s voice.
“We will have our entire life to get to the who’s and why’s and how’s. Do you even want your sister here now, or…”
Andromeda’s sentence wasn’t even finished before Lily felt two chairs appear beside the two Black sisters, both having conjured one for their eldest. Lily noticed that even though both looked unhappy and grumbled constantly, Narcissa and Bella both had conjured the seats beside their own, so Andi had to seat beside them.
“Thanks for the effort, but I can make one for myself.” Andromeda Tonks avoided choosing one of her sister’s wandwork, conjuring one and seating herself in between Anastasia and Alice.
“Oh, Lily! I almost missed you, there.” Andromeda did a passable imitation of a double take after seeing her as if surprised by her presence.
Lily just shrugged, not buying the brunette’s acting.
“I hate to ask, Andi, but what’s with your clothes.” Alice who was probably the closest to the eldest Black sister after Lily, gave the brunette a once-over. “You dressed in your daughter’s clothes?”
Lily’s eyes narrowed as Andromeda smoothed the tight-fitting purple blouse with the plunging neckline, before clearing her throat. “Why? The muggle shopkeeper said it’s the latest fashion for beautiful, single ladies.”
Lily was already gulping wine before Andi’s words registered in her mind.
“What?” She snorted in her glass and she could hear the similar shocked voices of the other witches.
Andromeda Tonks bowed her head, sniffing slightly. “It’s Ted. He was caught in a muggle hotel with an escort during his last business trip.” Andromeda hiccuped. “Not only that he also sent a notice for divorce. Breaking our sacred life-long relationship for some common whore!”
“I’m going to flay the bastard alive!” Bellatrix’s shout wasn’t surprising with her short fuse. The other witches also showed similar vehemence. All except one person. Her.
Lily watched as all of her friends offered their condolences to the distraught witch, with Narcissa and Bellatrix now rubbing their eldest sister’s shoulder while murmuring something in her ear. But a seed of doubt had already formed in her mind.
Theodore Tonks cheating on Andromeda Tonks with a muggle was as believable as her superiority of wandwork over Albus Dumbledore’s. Only someone completely unaware of the wizarding world would think so.
All her friends, quite inexperienced with the muggle world could undoubtedly believe Andi, but Lily was perfectly aware of her parent’s world. She was also aware that witches were, in general, multiple times more beautiful than their mundane counterparts. And considering Andromeda was arguably one of the most beautiful and voluptuous witches of the wizarding world, Ted Tonks cheating on her was so unbelievable that it was almost laughable, especially at his age and with his large belly and that timid temperament.
Her son lived with Andromeda for a week, doing Merlin knows what, and suddenly Ted Tonks whimsically decided to end his decades-long marriage.
That would be the mother of all coincidences.
Lily stared as everybody almost forgot that Andromeda wasn’t even invited amongst them, too busy fussing over her now.
‘Does she have to shift to a new country with her son?’ Lily lamented. Unfortunately, with James’ condition along with their Potter name, that would be impossible to pull off.
‘Another vulture circling above her son, determined to claw into his flesh…” Lily just shook her head tiredly. She wondered if she should just take Harry and leave from the Malfoy Manor, to hell with manners.
I hope you are having more fun than me, Harry.
-oOo-
“Well, well, Potter, finally found someone to cast an elongating charm on yourself? Or maybe stole a dose of swelling solution from your mum’s cabinet?” Blaise asked, smirking while high-fiving a reluctant Draco who was clenching his girlfriend’s hands.
Harry snorted, his gait relaxed while he walked across the green path of Malfoy’s property, toward the large water body where the Slytherin trio was sitting side by side. He had been a bit nervous after Dobby left him, his heartbeat slowly speeding after the excitable elf blurted out about Daphne’s presence before he stalled his heart. He had already seen Susan, his recent crush. Hell seen wasn't even an appropriate description of their activities. No teenage girl can make him nervous anymore. Or betraying bastards of friends.
“At least my limbs can elongate and swell unlike someone’s body parts…” Harry’s words were met by the blank stare from the trio of Slytherins before Blaise’s eyes’ widened, and an angry flush crept over his face which was hidden by his skin tone.
Gotcha…bitch! Harry just gave a smug smirk at his tormentor’s way, dearly wishing the bastard would continue to put his foot in the mouth. Unfortunately, someone else interrupted them before things could get heated up.
“H…Harry, umm, How are you?” Harry watched Daphne stuttering a bit, having trouble meeting his stare. He almost laughed seeing Draco trying to drag his girlfriend’s attention toward himself discreetly.
“Fine Daphne. Feeling like a new person altogether, you know.” Making his classmate blush whom he used to have a mountain-sized crush, Harry realized what a smidgen of confidence could do to your self-esteem. And the worshipful praises of three stacked older witches.
Rather than giving her any more attention like his past self, Harry strode past the three stumped Slytherins with a wave, his eyebrows raising as his godbrother was standing quite far away, waving his hand like a maniac while his back was turned toward the other three.
“Yo, Nev!”
“What the hell happened to him just in a month?” Daphne turned toward the disgruntled grumbling of Blaise, thankful that her appreciation of Harry’s tight, cushy bum in the jeans had been overlooked by her boyfriend or her other classmate.
She extracted her hands from Draco’s vice-like grip, ignoring his wounded puppy-like expression, before turning toward the dark-skinned boy completely.
“Really? You saw him last month?”
Blaise finally broke his glare from Harry’s back before shrugging slightly. “Yeah. More or less. Ask your boyfriend. He was also there.”
“But…But aren’t we past the age of growing anymore? I mean isn’t puberty already over at our age?” Draco asked, causing Daphne to frown slightly.
“Well, Harry’s parents are very tall, so I guess he was just a late bloomer.” Daphne’s eyes inadvertently went to the wizard in question who was showing Nevile a peculiar kind of wand motion.
“Careful Draco, you are on the verge of losing your girlfriend to the half-pint.” Daphne rolled her eyes, stopping her blush from showing on her pale face with an iron will.
“Just because Susan Bones dumped your sorry ass doesn’t mean all of us are incapable of keeping our girlfriends!” Draco’s gritted response solved her query of why the Slytherin playboy was in such a foul mood today.
“Pfft… As if. I got everything from her and dumped her after tasting the goods if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, sure. I clearly remember you whining—”
“Draco… Fucking shut your mouth. I am already planning to ask Hannah out to teach that redheaded bitch a proper lesson.” Daphne almost got a whiplash following the pair’s bickering, sighing internally at the same old routine that those two seemed to always follow in their leisure. There’s a reason she usually stayed clear of the braggart Black heir. His usual leering aside, her boyfriend also seemed to act mulishly around his cousin.
Leaving the duo to their barbs, she looked toward the pair of Gryffs from the corner of her eyes, her eyes glued to the grinning form of Potter heir. She tried to remember ever seeing him moving with such confidence, always being skittish around her. If anyone asked her she would readily deny her knowledge of the said Wizard’s reason of Skittishness. While a secret, dark part of her mind acknowledged that she loved the effect she had over the Potter heir. Now brushed aside by the same guy without a second look—a petulant Daphne Greengrass cursed herself for her sudden feeling of loss.
Damn you Mom, for putting your thought in my head.
Yes! That would be it. She was only projecting her mother’s thoughts. There was no chance that she was reconsidering her approach to Harry Potter now that he was looking so dishy.
“Hey Draco, can we go on a date tomorrow?” Daphne asked her boyfriend, while batting her eyelashes, hopeful that her fellow blond would be up for some quality time spending after his long absence.
“Huh…” Draco Malfoy, busy arguing about the chances of his favorite quidditch team against his cousin, blinked stupidly after getting interrupted by his passionate defense of Kenmare Kestrals. “What…Did you say something?”
Daphne Greengrass gritted her teeth, blue eyes glaring malevolently at her suddenly nervous boyfriend.
Damn You, Draco!
-oOo-
“Hey Lily, wait! I have to ask you something?”
Lily Potter who was standing in front of the fireplace with a pinch of floo powder in her hand turned around at her best friend’s shout.
“Alice? What…” Lily wiped the surprised look from her face.
“You know, Nevile’s going to be participating in the dueling competition in France next week.” Lily nodded her head, a proud smile forming on her face at her Godson’s accomplishment. Even though she had previously said that Harry could wipe the floor with Nevile which was still her secret opinion (without any bias!), it wasn’t a small thing to be selected to represent the entire wizarding Britain. “I was wondering if Harry could come with us as Nevile’s training partner. They are as close as brothers and Harry’s knowledge in Transfiguration and charms are so superior and they are already training at the Longbottom manor now—”
Lily’s smile turned upside down faster than the most volatile potion’s color, a grimace took place on her pretty face which she was trying to hide, unsuccessfully from her still-babbling best friend. After Dobby appeared with the news that Harry and Nevile had gone to practice dueling at the latter’s house, Lily had almost done a jig at her son’s perfect escape from the den of predators. Helping his godbrother was a much nobler duty than chasing married skirts in her opinion. Well, she was now regretting her previous elation.
“—And the organizers have already sent us the letters for accommodations, so, What do you say?”
Lily Potter was in the horns of a dilemma; on one hand, her disastrous judgment of putting her trust in Andromeda Tonks backfired so splendidly that she was very hesitant to let Harry leave her eyesight anytime soon, but her best friend’s pleading look along with the thought of disappointing her Godson also prickled her heart like angry thorns.
Lily Potter opened her mouth, her conscience playing tug of war in her mind. “I…”
She looked around the empty room, voice hitching, not sure what the right response would be.
Even though Lily Potter was searching for a proper response, another occupant of the room had no such compunctions. Unknown to the two best friends who thought their dialog was away from the prying ears of their friends, a blond aristocratic middle-aged lady, hidden under the half-empty portrait of the risqué mermaid dived from her nook of the portrait, fleeing across the various caricature of Malfoy lords and ladies before kicking a disgruntled old man who was peeking at the three beautiful ladies that were sitting in the corner of their ancestral library.
“Corvous, take your wrinkly ass out of here right now!”
Her shout roused the trio’s attention, who snapped in her direction.
“Damn! They didn’t make witches like this during our time!”
Lucretia Malfoy pinched the wrinkled ears of the old perverted Malfoy lord, who was drooling as his piggy little eyes remained focused on Narcissa, Bellatrix, and Anastasia’s bulging breasts.
“Ouch woman, respect your elders, would you?” Lucretia just huffed at the ancient pervert’s antics.
“Out! Get out!” Narcissa’s furious whisper and the vibrating wand finally convinced Corvous Malfoy to vacate the only frame in the library though not before imparting some ancient wisdom.
“You know ladies, I also carry a similar wand like the Potter boy inside my tunic, anybody inter—”
“Ignis Infer—”
“Narcissa! You will damage my portrait!”
Narcissa Malfoy gave a long agitated sigh, corralling her murderous thoughts with a bit of encouragement from his sister and mother-in-law.
“I swear, I’m going to burn that perverted wizard’s portrait with the fiendfyre.”
“Calm down, Narcissa, the pervert had been similar in my days too. Unfortunately, the geezer has some uses, still.”
“I doubt it,” Narcissa muttered.
“Lady Malfoy, do you have something for us?” Narcissa perked up at Bellatrix’s question.
“Yes, Lady Malfoy did you hear something from them?” Narcissa leaned forward in her seat. She saw that her sister and Anastasia copied her posture eagerly waiting for some good news after their long wait.
“How many times do I have to ask you to call me mother, dear? I wanted a girl just like you, you know. But Abraxus… he could barely impregnate me after so many try with my disappointing son. A girl…” Narcissa glanced at Bella and Anastasia to see them trying to smother their laughter at Lucius’s plight.
“All right mother. Did you hear anything?” Narcissa cut through her mother-in-law’s mutterings, flushing slightly as she had already provided enough incriminating substance against her departed husband.
An elated Lucretia Malfoy grinned at them before regaling what she had just heard from Lily and Alice. An ear-to-ear grin splitting on three devious Slytherin alumni’s faces as all had similar plans flowing through their minds.
“Thank you so much, for that information, la—Mother!” Narcissa’s elation was shared by the other two occupants of the room who also thanked the portrait profusely.
“Nonsense dears! But I hope you remember your end of the deal, Narcissa?” Narcissa nodded her head with a little blush, flushing mightily as Bella and Anastasia looked at her in askance.
“I will put your portrait in my bedroom when Harry comes over. I haven’t forgotten.”
“Oh, My!”
“Lady Malfoy!” Narcissa watched as the lifelike portrait of her mother-in-law grinned without an ounce of shame as if relishing the revealing of her new hobby.
“Hush dears! I have to say I am dying again to see the young man in action. That rippling bum, sweaty black hair, and that huge, horselike di—”
“En…Enough mother! I think we get that you want to see him.” Narcissa ground out.
“Maybe you can watch me also. I bet he would be doubly aggressive with a Malfoy’s presence. Though I think he would be just upset that he couldn’t stick his wand in Draco’s grandmother.” Narcissa’s eyes widened as her sister started spewing vulgarity, and by the redness that was creeping into her mother-in-law’s image, she feared that Bella would only descend even deeper into depravity. “Can portraits get naked? You could slowly strip and reveal your beauty while he stroked that huge badonkadonk of his thinking about ruining another lady Malfoy—”
“Oh My…!” And with a squeal of embarrassment Lucretia Malfoy vanished from her frame, her face now as red as a freshly picked ripe cherry.
“Was that necessary, Bella?” Narcissa just sighed as her sister grinned, unrepentant.
“That was certainly something. Who knew Lucius’s mother was such a pervert?” Anastasia Greengrass who was silent till then finally spoke out.
“You tell me. I just wanted to teach Lucius and Abraxas a lesson and maybe shut up some of the old hags for good. I had no idea that my mother-in-law would turn out a voyeuristic pervert.”
“Living with the male Malfoys for that many years? I’m not really surprised.” Bellatrix added her two cents.
“What’s the plan now?” Anastasia asked, no doubt trying to divert their attention to the main reason for their congregation. “Do you think Alice would convince her?”
“Hopefully, she will be successful,” Bellatrix said before looking in her sister’s direction. “Hey Cissa, don’t you have any old admirer that would have connections with the dueling championship?”
Narcissa just glared at Bella, grinding her teeth at her smirking face. “What about you? Of all the males you had spread your legs for, none have any higher connection, I would guess. Not surprising really. You go for the bottom of the—”
“Well, well, well… why am I not surprised at this?”
The bickering pair and Anastasia Greengrass whirled around at a female voice, all of them almost choking as the remaining Black sister’s transparent form gradually gained color, before she stood at the side imperiously, looking at then similarly like the teacher looks at three misbehaving witches.
“A…Andi? What…I mean…” Narcissa herself was pretty stumped by her eldest’s appearance, thankful that Bella was there to run her mouth and invite all the risks. “Didn’t you just—”
“I said I had some work to do. Why did you think I would be going away for that?”
“Did you hear us?” Narcissa gulped as she asked this. She was pretty sure Andi wouldn’t even have to be vindictive to spell real doom for them. And she was also good friends with Lily… Shit!
“If by that you mean I heard two of my younger sisters and the lady of the prestigious Greengrass house grouping together and discussing how to get inside the pant of a wizard the same age as their children, then sure I heard everything about that.”
Even the cool temperate charm that made the Malfoy library so pleasant seemed to be malfunctioning, beads of perspiration formed on her face as Narcissa crossed her fingers.
“Andi…Its not what you think—”
“Why do you think I shouldn’t go to Lily this instant and tell her everything?”
“Uhh…”
“Umm…”
“Ah…”
Narcissa looked toward her companions to see them all blank-faced, minds blanketing at the thought of never getting together with the wizard of their dreams.
“But you know… you are my little sisters and their friend… So I could keep this between us… but I have a condition.”
The pressure that was suffocating her lessened slightly at Andi’s words, though there was this ominous feeling as she stared at her eldest sister’s glinting violet eyes.
“Anything!”
“Yeah!”
“Ummhmm!’
“I will not squeak a single of your plans if you all agree that I will be Mrs. Harry Potter when the time comes.”
What!
Narcissa tried to understand if anything in the world make any sense anymore. Her mind tried to decipher the words that her eldest sister uttered with sheer nonchalance. Her brows furrowed, her mind whirling through all the possibilities before her eyes flew open wide and she jumped from her seat.
“You slut! You have already slept with him!”
The loud ‘what’ that followed her exclamation barely fazed her curly-haired eldest, who just stood there without a single bit of remorse.
“Of course! He remained with her for the entire week! And to think that we all believed your sob little story.” Anastasia exclaimed.
“What? What the hell I am missing?”
Narcissa turned at Bella’s indignant shout. “Really Bella? Ted Tonks suddenly decided to cheat on his wife and filed for divorce immediately after Harry Potter stayed with her for the entire week, with the two of them alone. Seriously?”
Bellatrix flushed slightly before her pale complexion had a rapid reddening. “You… you… have no right to come from nowhere and stake your claim on our dick! We discovered that gem hidden amongst the muck!”
Andromeda Tonks (or was it Black?) finally left her position. She sauntered around the table before standing beside her look-alike younger sister and started to pet her head like an obedient bitch.
“There…there Bella, don’t be upset that you were too incompetent to seduce a young wizard with your charm. I mean I did that on the second night itself.” Narcissa narrowed her eyes her overconfident sister flushed slightly thinking about something before continuing. “And without my help, you would be left here, while some lucky slut would elope with your prize. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you Cissa? You are the one who had already gotten a taste of him if I’m not mistaken?”
“How do you know that?”
“Well, I was very surprised by how good Harry was the first time we did it… handling a woman like me… I had my doubts about who could have spread their legs for a young teenager. And some of your portraits were more than happy to share the sordid details of the event.”
“Those snitches!”
“But as I was saying—” Andromeda continued as if nobody had interrupted her. “You would need my help to snag that fine piece of—”
“We could have done just fine!” Bellatrix grumbled but never tried to stop the hand that was gently petting her hair now. Narcissa herself was internally envious of Bella, wishing Andi would have shown her similar affection. As much as She and Bella would have liked to deny it, both of them missed the close bond that was prevalent among the trio in their younger years.
“Oh really? let’s hear your master plan then.”
“Well, I would use my reputation of a dueling champion to secure VIP tickets for the three of us—”
“Four of us.”
Bellatrix glared at her standing sister without any heat, before muttering about overbearing older sisters.
“Bella?”
“All right! And then when Alice would be busy with Nevile and competition, we would sneak in closer to him, and then…” Narcissa watched as Bellatrix started drooling. She herself swallowed at the thought of taking that bestial organ inside her again.
“Quite vague, but not bad. Cissa don’t your family own a few villas in France? Tell your elf to prepare one for our arrival.”
“Who made you our leader?”
“Why I did, little sis.”
“Madame Tonks if I’m not mistaken, then you had already been with Harry? Forgive me for asking, but why in Morgana’s name do you want our competition?” Anastasia who was a silent observer of the Black sisters’ drama finally opened her mouth.
Narcissa watched Andi stare at Daphne’s mother for a few seconds before throwing her head back and started laughing her heart out.
“Lady Greengrass and my unfortunate sisters…” Andromeda Tonks wheezed out between her laughter. “ You aren’t going to be my competitors. No one is competing against each other when the prize is the huge, fucking piece of… well, I digress. All three of you are going to be my helpers. And to clear your doubts, Let me tell you everything about the beast you are hoping to conquer.”
Unknown to the four scheming witches, another blond had returned to her portrait, whose eyes grew round as saucers as she heard her daughter-in-law’s sister regale her previous week’s tale.
