"There... there was an accident, Mother," he whispered, voice barely audible. "A magical accident."
"An accident?" Lucius repeated, tone darkening dangerously.
Draco cringed deeper into his pillows, embarrassment clearly overwhelming him.
"Madam Pomfrey?" Narcissa snapped impatiently, glancing sharply over my shoulder at the healer. The woman approached us slowly, discomfort clearly etched across her stern face.
"Perhaps we should discuss this privately-" Pomfrey began cautiously.
"No, Explain to me right now precisely what has happened to my son!"
Pomfrey sighed, giving Draco an apologetic look before squaring her shoulders. "Young Mister Malfoy was injured several days ago. He has suffered severe magical frostbite in an... extremely delicate area. The ice spell responsible had traces of a mild curse, and it's caused significant tissue necrosis."
"What exactly are you saying?" Narcissa hissed.
"Despite our best efforts, we haven't yet been able to regenerate his... male anatomy. The curse is actively resisting typical healing spells."
For several horrible seconds, a deafening silence filled the infirmary.
"You mean to tell me," Narcissa whispered through clenched teeth, "that my son has lost his-"
"Yes," Pomfrey said quickly, her face reddening. "Currently, Draco has lost his penis and testicles. We're trying our best to reverse the damage, but-"
"Draco," Lucius spat sharply, his tone chillingly contemptuous. "How did you allow something like this to happen? How could you hide such a disgrace from us?"
"...I'll give you all some personal space," Pomprey said and closed the curtain. A silencing spell went up around them.
And then Draco began to explain...
This-This young man... Was he even her son anymore? Or a mini-death eater!?
Her heart thundering painfully in her chest as she listened.
Draco spoke, his expression shockingly eager, disturbingly proud. "You see, Father," Draco said with chilling enthusiasm, leaning forward with a glint of malicious pride in his eyes, "I was doing exactly what we planned in our letters! That Sitri girl-Sona-she was supposed to be mine! I was planning to break her spirit completely by assaulting her. Force her to submit to me-make sure that proud bitch learned her proper place. Then, her family's fortune and power would belong entirely to House Malfoy."
Lucius nodded slowly, a pleased and sinister smile stretching thin across his pale face. "Exactly as you should, Draco," he said approvingly, utterly devoid of any hint of shame or remorse. "You must never forget that our family's greatness depends on your willingness to seize power by any means necessary..."
Narcissa stared open-mouthed, feeling bile rise bitterly in her throat. Her eyes darted between Lucius and Draco, her mind screaming in disbelief at the obscene, monstrous conversation unfolding before her.
Had she truly heard correctly? Could these hateful, vile words actually be coming from her own son's lips? Her sweet, beloved Draco?
Draco leaned back, his chest puffing with arrogant defiance despite his injury. "It was a minor setback," he continued boldly, clearly dismissive of the horrific damage he'd suffered. "I fell into some pathetic trap the girl laid for me-got frozen solid in ice. But this curse is nothing. I'll heal from it soon enough, and next time-" His expression twisted darkly, eyes narrowing with venomous hatred as he clenched his fists on the sheets. "Next time, I'll make sure to be far more brutal. She'll regret ever crossing a Malfoy! I'll break her until she begs me for mercy!"
Narcissa staggered backward, her breathing shallow and rapid, her vision blurred with stinging tears of horror and grief. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, feeling her heart fracture beneath the unbearable weight of betrayal.
Her son-her Draco-was no longer recognizable. In his place sat a monstrous parody, twisted by Lucius's ruthless ambitions and cold cruelty.
Barely registering Lucius's continued voice as he coldly began interrogating Draco about some "diary," Narcissa's stomach turned violently.
Her magical marriage contract had trapped her for twenty long, cold years with Lucius Malfoy-a man who embodied everything dark, cruel, and callous in the world.
But she had always believed Draco was different.
Yet now, Narcissa understood with sickening clarity that her son-the child she had loved and cherished-was truly gone. Lost forever.
Unable to bear one more moment of their conversation, she ran out of the infirmary with tears in her eyes.
She was barely paying attention and let out a startled yelp when she ran into a strong chest. She almost fell backwards when arms reached out and wrapped around her.
— Harry —
I walked slowly toward the Great Hall, my stomach growling slightly in anticipation of dinner after such an eventful evening. Hermione had become a devil, my mum and I spent some "quality time" together and then my mum had subdued Professor Lupin as a werewolf when he tried to eat us.
Not my weirdest day at Hogwarts so far...
Just as I turned the corner into the wide corridor leading toward the Great Hall, someone suddenly barreled directly into me. I barely had time to react before a soft, distinctly feminine body crashed headlong against my chest with enough force that she stumbled backward, a startled yelp slipping past her lips.
Instinctively, I lunged forward, quickly reaching out to grasp her around her slender waist before she could fall. My hands tightened securely, steadying her as she swayed precariously on her feet.
"Oh!" the woman gasped in surprise, her voice a delicate mixture of embarrassment and distress.
My eyes swept downward instinctively, taking in the captivating sight before me.
The woman was absolutely stunning. Her platinum-blonde hair fell in silken waves down past her shoulders, shimmering faintly in the soft torchlight lining the walls. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful-even marred as it was by fresh tears glistening along flushed cheeks.
My eyes dipped lower, instinctively drawn to her generous curves that were currently pressed deliciously against me through her tightly-fitted robes. Her impressive breasts rose and fell rapidly with each shaky breath she took. Even through the thick fabric, I could feel how incredibly soft her body was.
"Oh dear-please forgive me," the woman stammered softly, cheeks coloring lightly in embarrassment as she tried to steady herself again. Her gaze remained downcast as though too ashamed or upset to look directly at me.
I gently tightened my grip around her waist, carefully supporting her trembling body, guiding her into a more stable stance. Slowly, she dared to lift her eyes upward until her gaze met mine fully.
As soon as our eyes locked, something shifted subtly in her expression. A brief flicker of surprise flashed across her beautiful features, followed quickly by a flush of warmth in her cheeks.
"It's perfectly alright," I murmured softly, giving her a gentle smile. "You seem rather upset... What's made a beautiful woman like you so sad?"
Her blush deepened immediately at my sincere words, clearly unused to such direct attention. She opened her mouth slightly as though to speak but hesitated, clearly uncertain whether to share her troubles with a total stranger...
Yet, for some reason she did. I guess I was just in the right place at the right time.
...
"...And that's what happened..." Narcissa-Malfoy said to me.
It was crazy to believe that this was Draco Malfoy's mother.
Yes, she had that haughty pureblood arrogance thing going on, but whose to say she didn't totally rock it as a sexy milf at the same time.
And it wasn't like she was cruel with that arrogance. Just a little judgy. Definitely, not compared to what she had confessed to me just now.
Draco and her husband's plans for my aunt Sona. I was going to kill them... That was a promise.
But for now I was comforting this heartbroken beautiful woman as we sat on a bench in an empty courtyard. I could afford to skip dinner for a good cause although I'm sure my girls were all wondering where I was. Or maybe they just assumed my own mum was still holding me up in the woods.
Narcissa had finally stopped crying, her fingers delicately dabbing at her beautiful, tear-streaked face with a fine silk handkerchief. Her breathing had calmed somewhat, though a hint of redness still rimmed her striking blue eyes. Despite the lingering distress, she composed herself gracefully, straightening her posture slightly as she let out a soft, dry chuckle.
"You know, Mr. Sitri," she murmured softly, glancing sideways at me with an almost smile. "If my dear husband ever discovered I'd just confessed all these dark family secrets to none other than the legendary Boy-Who-Lived, his former master's sworn enemy... he would be utterly livid."
I raised an eyebrow, smirking softly at her playful tone despite the seriousness of our conversation. "Well, it sounds like your husband can get fucked," I replied bluntly. "Narcissa, why do you even stay with an asshole like Lucius Malfoy? You were born a member of the noble and ancient House of Black, right? From what I've heard, they're ridiculously wealthy. Why put up with Lucius' shit if you could just divorce him and go back to your own family?"
At the mention of the Blacks, Narcissa's elegant expression darkened slightly. She turned toward me fully on the bench, folding the damp handkerchief carefully in her lap. Her eyes held mine with sad honesty. "Of course, Harry. I would give anything to divorce Lucius," she confessed quietly. "I wanted nothing more than to leave him, even decades ago, after he so eagerly joined the Dark Lord's ranks." Her voice trembled with anger and bitterness. "But... it's not that simple. You see, my family didn't merely arrange my marriage-they sold me off, essentially like prized cattle. It was sealed with an ancient magical contract that completely binds my magic to Lucius." Her voice grew softer, nearly breaking as her head lowered shamefully. "If I ever attempted to leave him or break the marriage vows, at best, I would lose all of my magical ability forever and become a squib. And at worst..." Her breath hitched, her pale hands clenching tightly on the fabric of her robes. "...at worst, the backlash of magic could kill me."
Holy fuck, that's brutal... Even by devil standards, I thought in shock. Devil marriage contracts were known for being strict, sure-but not that harsh.
I reached out slowly, carefully placing a reassuring hand on Narcissa's shoulder. Her body shuddered slightly at my gentle touch, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her body relaxed slightly, and she raised her watery gaze to meet mine once more.
"I'm truly sorry about everything, Narcissa," I whispered sincerely. "Especially how Draco has turned out. I wish it were different, but I honestly don't see him changing back into the boy you remember. Hell, he probably never was that boy to begin with, considering who his father is..."
She nodded slowly, reluctantly, sadness deepening in her expression. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, a heartbreaking mix of regret and acceptance coloring her words. "I know you're right, Harry. I've been lying to myself all these years, convincing myself that Draco was just confused-just misled. But today was the final, brutal truth I couldn't ignore anymore. And the worst part is I can't even do anything about it. I can't leave or ever go against my husband because of that contract. My magic won't let me..."
I paused for a second at that. "...Your human magic won't let you," I said while thinking to myself. "But what if you had other magic that didn't give a fuck about that marriage contract?"
Narcissa's eyes widened as she stared at me curiously. "What do you mean?"
"Do you want to do something very rushed and kind of stupid with me?" I asked her and pulled out a chess piece.
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chapter 19
This chapter has an R-18 scene.
Chapter 19:
— Harry —
I stood there quietly, staring down at Narcissa as she lay perfectly still on the cold stone bench in the empty courtyard. Beneath her fitted robes, her ample chest slowly rose and fell with each steady breath. Right now, she was in the middle of her transformation-fully transitioning from being a mortal witch into a devil.
Soon she'd officially become the second member of my peerage. Earlier today I'd already transformed Hermione, my girlfriend, into my first bishop. Honestly, I hadn't expected to gain another peerage member so quickly, but life had a funny way of surprising me lately.
The moon was already high overhead. I glanced upward briefly, wondering for a second what exactly my mother, Serafall, had ended up doing with Professor Lupin after effortlessly subduing his rampaging werewolf form. Knowing Mum, she'd probably given him more dragon steak and belly rubs until he finally passed out like a contented puppy.
Shaking my head lightly, I turned my attention back down to Narcissa. Whatever Mum was doing wasn't nearly as important as what was happening right here, right now.
Suddenly, the quiet night was broken by the distinct sound of footsteps approaching rapidly across the stone walkway. I turned around, instantly recognizing the group heading toward me-Hermione, Sona, Lyra, and Lyna.
They all stopped a few feet away, staring curiously at Narcissa's sleeping form stretched out on the stone bench. Lyra and Lyna exchanged delighted looks before turning to me with teasing grins.
"Congratulations, Master Harry!" Lyra said excitedly, clapping her hands together in obvious delight.
"Another peerage member already?" Lyna chimed in eagerly, her eyes twinkling suggestively as they drifted appreciatively over Narcissa's voluptuous figure. "We're very impressed!"
Then they both leaned forward slightly, smiling sweetly yet seductively at me as Lyra asked with a playful pout, "When exactly will we get the honor of becoming official members of your peerage too, Master?"
I hesitated for a moment, my mind still processing their words, when Hermione suddenly stepped closer. My girlfriend looked curious and slightly confused, her gaze fixed intently upon Narcissa's sleeping form. "Harry?" she asked cautiously, arching an eyebrow at me. "Who is this exactly?"
I cleared my throat awkwardly, feeling the slight tension in the air. "Um, her name is Narcissa," I finally said, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. "And, well...she's my other bishop now."
Hermione's eyes widened sharply, flicking from me to the mature blonde beauty resting peacefully on the bench.
Sona tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at me but remaining silent. Meanwhile, Lyra and Lyna exchanged delighted looks once more, clearly excited at this unexpected new addition.
