"Come on, Sona," I teased affectionately, pulling her just a bit closer, savoring how naturally her slender body leaned into mine. "I can't imagine she did anything that you absolutely hated, right?"
For several seconds, she didn't respond, clearly wrestling with her embarrassment. Finally, in a soft, hesitant whisper, she answered, "No... I didn't exactly... hate it."
My heartbeat sped up slightly at her confession. "So, just to clarify..." I gently teased, my voice dropping slightly lower and huskier, as I leaned in closer, our faces mere inches apart. "My mother, Serafall Leviathan-your older sister-visited your bedroom, was unusually affectionate with you, and pushed your limits further than ever before... and you didn't mind it? Not even a little bit?"
Sona bit her lower lip again, clearly debating internally whether to deny or confirm my suspicion. Finally, she seemed to give in, releasing a tiny, defeated sigh. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she met my gaze with rare, open vulnerability. "Okay, fine," she finally whispered quietly. "I... more than didn't mind it. Your mother can be extremely persuasive when she wants to be. And yesterday, she was extremely persuasive..."
Now I really wanted to know the details, but before I could ask more, we heard some barking and a large black dog sped towards us through the woods.
The black dog bounded toward us at full speed, its paws thudding softly against the moss-covered ground. Sona abruptly let go of my hand as her delicate brows drew together in surprise.
"Is that... Sirius Black?" she asked incredulously.
As if hearing his name had triggered something within him, the enormous black hound skidded to an abrupt halt several feet away. His canine form rippled, shifted, and transformed rapidly back into a tall, lean human shape.
Sirius Black himself stood before us, his expression twisted in clear annoyance as he scowled at Sona. "Oh, for fuck's sake," he growled irritably, his voice dripping with sarcasm and exasperation. "Does everyone suddenly seem to know my secret animagus form?"
I couldn't help the faint smirk that tugged at the corner of my lips. "Not everyone," I replied, trying to defuse the tension. "Just most of my girlfriends. It's nice to finally meet you properly in your human form, Sirius. I'm Harry Sitri."
I held my hand out, but he ignored it and left me hanging. Not cool...
Rather than calming him, my polite introduction seemed only to deepen his scowl. His stormy gray eyes darkened further as he took a purposeful step closer to me.
He suddenly spat on the ground between us.
"Well, it's not fucking nice to meet you," Sirius snarled bitterly, his lips curled in an expression of open hostility. "Now that I'm seeing you more clearly for the first time with my human eyes, it's bloody obvious you're not James's kid at all. I can't believe it took me this fucking long to realize. You don't look a damn thing like him!"
I bristled slightly. That's what he was upset about? Didn't people know about this weeks ago? It was yesterday's news, how was he just finding this out now?
"James Potter was my best friend!" Sirius spat out at me like it was my fault. "My brother in all but blood. He fucking died trying to protect you-and you're not even his son! Just some bastard spawn Lily had on the side. All this time I spent rotting in Azkaban blaming myself, thinking I'd let James down... and for what? You're nothing but a fraud!"
Sona stepped forward sharply, her usually impassive expression shifting to a frigid glare as she positioned herself defensively between me and Sirius. Her normally calm pink eyes were now sharp and filled with cold fury behind her glasses.
"Do you have some business here, Mr. Black?" Sona asked icily, her voice low, dangerous, and utterly unforgiving. "Because if you don't, I suggest you move along quickly."
Sirius barely spared her a glance, eyes still fixed firmly on me, brimming with loathing and disdain. "Stay the fuck away from Jasmine, James's real child! She's far too good for a selfish, arrogant playboy like you! I won't have you dragging her down and corrupting her. And another thing-you'd best stay out of my way! I'm leaving Hogwarts soon, no thanks to you! Since you so spectacularly failed at capturing that worthless, cowardly rat Pettigrew-letting him slip right through your incompetent fingers-I'll have to hunt the traitorous piece of shit myself!"
His bitter rant ended with him loudly spitting at the ground again. Sirius spun dramatically to leave.
Beside me, I could feel the frigid spike of Sona's demonic aura flare violently, crackling in the air as she tensed. Her eyes were glowing dangerously, her hands trembling faintly as she summoned her magic.
Instinctively, I reached out and placed a calming hand gently on her arm, silently restraining her before she froze Sirius solid.
Sirius transformed back into his canine form, not even sparing us another glance as he sprinted swiftly away through the trees, vanishing quickly.
I released a slow, irritated breath through gritted teeth. "What an absolute fucking asshole," I muttered quietly. "And to think I went out of my way to help that guy, telling Dumbledore and everything..."
Tonks would be disappointed too. She'd told me stories about her "cool and nice" uncle Sirius, but obviously prison changed him a lot.
Sona exhaled sharply, clearly struggling to regain her composure. Her lovely porcelain cheeks were still faintly flushed with rage, her pink irises practically burning crimson beneath her glasses.
After a tense moment, she turned to face me. "Harry," she said slowly, her voice carefully controlled yet still edged with suppressed fury. "Can you do me a favor?"
"Of course, Sona," I replied immediately. I reached for her hand again, carefully intertwining my fingers gently with hers in an attempt to soothe both of us.
She stared deeply into my eyes. "I want you to make sure you fuck Jasmine Potter soon!" she declared bluntly, her voice dripping with vindictive satisfaction at the mere thought. "And then I want you to take her into your peerage immediately afterward!"
My jaw nearly dropped in shock. Of all the things she might have said, I certainly hadn't expected that. "Wait... what!?"
She gently squeezed my hand again, pulling herself closer until our bodies were pressed intimately together. Her voice lowered softly, her tone measured but firm as she explained. "Sirius Black needs to learn that no one gets to talk to you-to us-that way. Insulting your honor and capabilities is insulting my honor, too. He clearly cares deeply for Jasmine and wants you nowhere near her. So, what better way to teach him a lesson than by taking her for yourself-mind, body, and soul-and permanently binding her into your peerage?"
I grinned mischievously, unable to resist teasing Sona further. "You know, I have to ask," I began lightly, giving her hand another playful squeeze as we slowly walked beneath the forest canopy. "Exactly how far did Serafall push you yesterday? Because I have to say, this is the sexiest and most uninhibited I've ever heard you."
Sona's face instantly flushed deep crimson at my bold remark, and she abruptly turned her head away, sputtering in embarrassment. "Th-that's none of your business, Harry!" she protested indignantly, pushing up her glasses with one finger as she pointedly avoided my amused gaze. "H-how far she went... is strictly a secret between me and Serafall."
"Oh, come on, Sona," I coaxed playfully, tugging her closer against my side as I lowered my voice to a husky whisper. "You're really going to tease me with something like that and then refuse to elaborate? That's cruel."
She huffed in faux annoyance, though the blush staining her porcelain cheeks only intensified. "I-I'm not teasing! You just... caught me off guard with that question, that's all."
I chuckled softly, savoring how adorable and flustered she was right now. I knew better than to push too hard, though, or she might clam up completely. Instead, I gave her a casual shrug, deciding to share something juicy of my own. "Well, if you're not going to share, I suppose I could tell you exactly how far she went with me..." I offered smoothly, shooting her a sly, provocative smile.
That got her attention instantly. Sona whipped her head back toward me, narrowing her pink eyes sharply behind her glasses, suspicion clearly warring with curiosity on her gorgeous face. "And just what exactly did you and my sister do yesterday?" she demanded slowly, her voice edged with barely-concealed jealousy.
I leaned in closer, putting my lips directly beside her ear as we continued to walk. My tone dropped to a low, sinful murmur as I answered shamelessly, "Serafall decided to give me a lap dance yesterday-an extremely explicit one, I might add. She ground that perfect ass of hers against my cock until we both came hard. Right there in broad daylight, too. Fleur and Gabrielle were both watching right next to us..."
Sona let out a startled gasp, eyes widening with disbelief as her mouth fell open slightly in pure shock. "She... she actually-" Her words broke off sharply. "Of course she did," Sona finally muttered with a cute, irritated pout. "That woman has absolutely zero self-control when it comes to you."
I chuckled again, thoroughly entertained by Sona's adorable reaction. She was so damn cute when she was jealous that I simply couldn't resist anymore. I stopped walking and gently pulled her into me, tilting her chin upward so I could capture her lips in a soft, tender kiss.
Sona's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sudden gesture, but she quickly relaxed into my embrace, her body melting warmly against mine as her lips yielded eagerly to my kiss. I savored her sweet, delicate taste, my hand drifting to rest at the small of her back and pulling her body even closer to mine.
After a long moment, I slowly pulled back, gazing down affectionately into her beautiful, flushed face. "Have I mentioned lately how fucking adorable you are, Sona?"
Her blush deepened slightly, but a shy smile slowly curved her soft lips. "Not nearly enough," she whispered back playfully, eyes sparkling with quiet amusement now that the embarrassment had passed.
After several comfortable moments, another thought crossed my mind, prompting a shift in the conversation. "So, changing the subject slightly," I began, squeezing her hand again, "what do you think the task later today will be? It's gotta be something important considering the entire school canceled classes for it."
She pursed her lips thoughtfully, her gaze distant for a moment before sighing softly. "Honestly, I have absolutely no idea. I'm surprised myself, actually-the staff at Hogwarts has proven annoyingly good at keeping secrets."
I gave her a challenging smirk, "I'm looking forward to competing against you tonight. After all, don't forget I won the first task by a few points for surviving that Imperiused Krum fiasco and rescuing Fleur and Gabrielle."
Her expression immediately turned competitive. "Trust me, Harry, I haven't forgotten that fact for even a second. But rest assured, whatever today's task entails, I will absolutely crush you this time."
I laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying her competitive spirit and how seriously she took these challenges. "Is that right? Feeling cocky, are we? Should we perhaps make a little wager on this then?"
"A wager? What exactly did you have in mind, Harry?"
— Narcissa —
"This is pretty cool," Narcissa heard her niece declare cheerfully from across the room.
Narcissa turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder toward the younger woman.
Tonks stood near the vanity table, eyes sparkling brightly as she eagerly flexed and twisted her fingers. Vibrant jets of magic sprang effortlessly from her palm-fireballs glowing molten orange, spheres of crystal-clear water, miniature gusts of swirling air-each manifesting spontaneously and seamlessly over her hand. The enthusiasm dancing in her wide eyes was almost childlike as she played gleefully with her newfound abilities.
"The imagination-based casting of our new race truly is quite extraordinary," Narcissa agreed, her voice smooth and composed, though privately she felt an equal measure of wonder at the magic's sheer versatility.
Turning back to the mirror, Narcissa resumed examining her own reflection. She allowed a faint, appreciative smile to curve her full lips. Although she now occupied the dignified role of "Professor Black" at Hogwarts, she had not lost an ounce of her impeccable taste or her natural talent for fashion.
In fact, now that robes were no longer strictly necessary as her only choice of apparel, Narcissa's passion for clothing and style had flourished dramatically.
Her visit to the Underworld had opened an entirely new realm of fashion to her eyes. The devils wore ensembles ranging from daring and seductive to elegant and refined. Harry's mother, Serafall Leviathan, had eagerly introduced Narcissa to what she called "cosplay" and "modern Muggle trends," two areas Narcissa previously would have scorned as beneath her pureblood dignity.
Now, however, Narcissa relished every moment spent selecting new dresses, tops, and skirts to perfectly emphasize her mature, womanly charms. She thoroughly enjoyed flaunting her figure, each outfit carefully chosen to ensure she always captured the attention of the young man who now claimed her soul.
Today she had selected a breathtaking white dress. The smooth fabric hugged Narcissa's slender curves tightly, embracing her hourglass figure like a second skin. The dress flowed down past her hips, ending just above her knees. Its most tantalizing feature was undoubtedly the daring window cut out directly over her ample cleavage, showcasing the flawless swell of her generous breasts. Narcissa's blue eyes glittered with quiet satisfaction as she adjusted the neckline slightly, lifting and enhancing her cleavage even further. A playful, secretive smile curved her lips-she knew exactly how this particular dress would affect her young master.
Of course, Tonks had gone the opposite route. Her niece clearly cared little for feminine allure or elegant style. Beneath her standard black Auror robes, Tonks had chosen to wear what Narcissa now understood to be "punk" clothing-complete with a pair of edgy, goth-inspired boots.
The contrast between them was striking, but Narcissa held no judgment. As far as she was concerned, Tonks could wear whatever she wanted. Her niece was sweet, lively, and full of youthful charm-but she still had much to learn about using her femininity to its fullest potential.
That particular knowledge Narcissa had every intention of keeping to herself-at least for now. Narcissa knew well enough that many other lovely young ladies had a head start in gaining Harry's affections, but she was supremely confident in her abilities to swiftly close that gap.
