... let him if he ever came out and said it. She'd seen him fuck a few girls before and he was a much better lover than her husband could ever be, not to mention hung like a horse. Something her husband, and most Purebloods, could never honestly boast about.
"Aunt Narcissa?" She heard a voice ask.
Turning she came face to face with the boy that was currently on her mind. He was wearing only a tight tank top against his muscular body and a loose pair of shorts that, while she couldn't outright see it, she knew a large treat was shielded from her view within.
"Harry, it's good to see you! It seems Draco has been injured again and I'll be waiting for a few hours until he awakens. No matter though, how are you?" She smiled and asked as she came over and initiated a hug with him. Her smile broadened as he predictably positioned his head between her breasts and his hands blatantly sought out her plump arse cheeks, eagerly groping the globes.
Taking his head from her cleavage he spoke, "Hello, I was just returning from my morning run when I saw you. So you'll be here for a few hours then?"
Narcissa continued to smile at him even though he was blatantly feeling her up, "Yes, that's what Madam Pomfrey tol...