Potter Cottage, Present day
Lily Potter stared at her son from the corner of her eyes, trying to pinpoint when her innocent little angel had started duping his mother like a perverted conman.
She did notice that her son was not slouching anymore; back ramrod straight, like all the insecurities that plagued him for the last few months had vanished overnight. No doubt pounding her slutty friend silly has boosted his fragile ego.
Pushing the breakfast around her plate, the hesitating mother cleared her throat, drawing his son's attention.
"Mom?"
Lily Potter quickly averted her eyes at his son's intense stare, wondering whether the same emerald orbs that she passed down to him ever looked that mesmerizing.
"Harry… uhm… do you have any plans for today?"
Harry Potter raised his eyebrows, the normally unflappable countenance of his mother's form seemed unrecognizable with her current nervous disposition.
"No… Not really." The messy-haired teenager shrugged, "will probably do my homework."
Lily opened her mouth, the accusation of defiling a woman even older than her at the brink of her tongue—but she shut her jaw at the last second, the vehemence that she had stored inside her from watching yesterday's debaucherous affair fled her like the air from a punctured balloon.
"Oh! Have a nice day, then." The auburn-haired beauty sprang to her feet, pushing the unfinished plate of her breakfast aside. "I have to get to work. Lots to do."
And with the hurried declaration, the Potter matriarch rushed out of the dining hall, face slowly getting red at her inability to confront her son about his immoral activities with the Weasley woman.
Harry Potter stared at the hurried form of his mother, face sporting a bemused expression.
"Lily, watch out!"
Her friend and boss's shout rung loudly across the lab dragging her mind from the image of her son's tight buttocks that she had seen raining thrusts upon the Weasley bimbo.
Lily Potter's eyes widened in alarm to see the violent concoction in front of her. The supposed pearly-white potion somehow bubbled like black tar.
With all the Instincts of fighting in the first wizarding war, she somehow summoned a strong enough shield around the cauldron in the nick of time, saving the nearby potions and ingredients and herself from getting splattered by the unknown-possibly fatal mix.
"Are you all right, Lily?"
She turned around at the panicked voice of her friend, her usually sharp mind went straight to the gutter to see the stacked blonde Greengrass matriarch scuttling toward her direction, her enormous funbags jiggling inside the tight-fitting robes and the loose apron.
Another woman bigger than me?
The beautiful redhead felt like someone had lifted a veil from her eyes for the first time in her life, unfortunately, she could have lived without the knowledge that another close acquaintance of hers also beat her handily in the chest department.
The tight grip of said friend on her shoulder jerked her out of her perverted thoughts, her face slowly gaining a red hue due to the proximity of her beautiful friend, their bulged-out chests almost mashing against each other in her friend's panicked rush.
"I…I'm ok." Lily Potter said, mumbling in embarrassment for messing up a potion for the first time in her life.
"You know, I have never thought to see the day when the once-in-a-generation potions prodigy Lily Evans would mess up a potion." A small smile formed on the face of Anastasia Greengrass, eyes dancing in mirth at the escalating embarrassment on her friend's face.
Lily Potter internally grimaced at the teasing, fumbling for an excuse to present for her mishap. She didn't need to dig deeper into her psyche to know the real reason behind her inattentiveness.
The events at the burrow yesterday had only exacerbated her problem which had been going on for almost the last two weeks.
That day at Malfoy manor.
The day of her greatest regret.
She had internalized that day as an anomaly, a reckless event brought forth by her pride and anger, and tried not to think about how she had lost control of herself— kneeling in front of her son, mesmerized by the godly cock that she had sucked to completion, tasted that vicious musky seed with relish, wished dearly for a lot more…
A tugging of her hand ended her scandalous daydreaming, and her guilt increased, even more, to see the worried face of her friend/boss, biting her lips.
"Sorry?"
"Lily! You have been staring vacantly at nothing for the last few minutes, drooling like a loon." The lady Greengrass dragged her toward the exit door, her jaw set in determination. "That's it! I am taking you to St. Mungos."
Lily hurriedly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, all the while shouting.
"Stop! Stop!"
Her pleading hardly budged her friend from her singlemindedness to visit the healer, dragging her by hand to the exit.
"Ana, I am just stressed, ok." Lily implored, digging her feet stubbornly causing Daphne's mother to finally halt her self-imposed mission, lips thinned in agitation.
Finally releasing her friend's hand, Anastasia Greengrass looked at her old friend pointedly.
"You sure?" At Lily's nod, her jaws tightened, "well, you are going back to your house this instant!"
"What? But my project—"
Anastasia cut her friend's protest with a glare, not in the mood to compromise with her workaholic friend.
"I don't want to see you before you are completely refreshed; mentally and physically." The main overseer of the Greengrass potions business declared imperiously, "you always work to the bones, Potter."
Lily Potter hung her head, knowing the futility of arguing with the stubborn woman.
"All right."
Shuffling out of her workplace, The Potter family matriarch couldn't help but lament that no amount of break or relaxation could cure her this time.
Except, for her son's attention, maybe.
The auburn-haired lady of the house stared at the staircase in front of her. A war waged inside her mind between doing the easy thing or the right thing.
As much as she would have liked to forget about the past fortnight as a nightmare, yesterday's events clarified that her friends would not forget everything that easily.
She felt like a fool for thinking her adult friends would not try what she had been fearing from the moment she had fished out her son's endowment in front of them.
Honestly, she would have tried the same if she was in their place.
She needs to come clean to her son and implore him to not sleep with a woman of advanced age but rather look for a girl his age.
Her decision was in no way compounded by the horrible feeling of jealousy that burned in her heart at the thought of her Harry with either of her school rivals.
Yes, it's for her son's well-being to not get involved with the promiscuous Black bitch or the devious Malfoy matriarch.
Steeling her heart for the upcoming confrontation, the lady of the house took the first step hesitatingly.
Here goes nothing…
***
Lily Potter knocked on her son's bedroom door impatiently, still waiting for his response.
Finally, after getting no sound from inside for a couple of minutes, the agitated woman opened the door with the wave of her wand, almost resigned to find an empty bedroom.
Did he lie to me again?
"Blinky!"
A female house-elf popped in front of her, bowing slightly.
Lily grimaced, still unable to stop her from doing that.
"Umm… Is Harry in the house, Blinky?"
"Mistress, master Harry flooed out an hour ago." The young house-elf replied wringing her hand nervously.
"Oh! Well, you can go now, dear."
Lily Potter shooed a pleased house-elf away lamenting about the fact that her son had somehow turned into a serial liar.
Is he visiting the Burrow again?
Red formed on Potter matriarch's face at the thought, her heart beating loudly at the anticipation of seeing her son in action again.
Just as she was fighting an inner struggle to stop herself from visiting Burrow, a small piece of parchment on Harry's queen-sized bed caught her attention.
Striding towards it curiously, the gorgeous mother picked up the parchment; face slowly turning puce, the more she read the apparent letter.
Dear Harry,
I am sure, it surprised you to see a letter from me, especially at this time of the day. And I, myself, am writing this hesitantly, considering we were never really close before. But I want to assure you, from all of my Draco's friends, I have admired you the most, sometimes even more than my dragon. Growing up with the scar of that horrible past, to see one's father in the state that James currently is, only a really special person can turn out that you have grown up, Harry.
I am writing this, bored out of my mind in loneliness, a single woman living in the vast Malfoy manor, remembering all the times Draco had complained about getting beaten by you in the past. And your exemplary grades only show what an incredible man you have turned out to be. So, to rectify my past aloof self's mistake, I would like to invite you to Malfoy manor, to get to know you better. And as, I am sure you have better things to do than spend an evening with an old woman like me, as an added incentive, I am going to divulge a secret that only a select few know about. A secret that I am entrusting you with the full confidence that it would be safe in your hands.
The Triwizard tournament is going to be reinstated this year at Hogwarts, allowing the students from OWL year and above the opportunity to participate. But how exactly is this going to affect you, you would ask? Well even though you are ineligible for the main competition, there is going to be an event that every year's students could participate in.
THE YULE BALL.
And if I know anything about Lily at all, I would bet my entire fortune that she had not taken the time to teach you anything about dancing. And speaking from experience you would only embarrass yourself and your partner at the ball if Lily decides to take the time from her busy schedule and teach you how to dance in her clumsy attempts.
As someone who had been training from the day, she could stand properly, in all forms of dancing conceivable; I would like to offer you to train with me throughout the summer. I have full confidence with my guidance, you and some lucky witch would own the ball and be the talk of the whole student body.
Please, you don't have to respond by letter. If you are amicable to my offer, just join me any time today for your first lesson.
Eagerly waiting your presence.
Love
Narcissa.
P.S. – Don't tell Lily about my offer. She would probably try to teach you her clumsy steps.
Tha…That—
Blonde harlot!
Poisoning him about her skills so she could look better in his eyes.
She is perfectly capable of dancing. Thank you very much.
The crash that she and James had at the graduation ball was only because both were drunk.
No doubt, this is a ploy of the blonde whore to seduce her son in the absence of Draco.
Over my dead body…
Wand tightly held in her hand, the fuming redhead turned on her heel, intending to trash the Malfoy matriarch for spewing falsities about her.
Well, but before…
A wave of her wand brought a silvery, flowing cloak from Harry's trunk.
It has been a long time since she had put some Slytherin bitch in her place.
Time to change that.
An hour earlier
Harry Potter nervously stood beside the fireplace, having just arrived at Draco's home.
He was just contemplating visiting the Burrow when a regal-looking eagle owl came through his bedroom window with a letter clutched in its talon. Though the owl was unknown to him personally, he had seen his mother receiving letters through this owl previously, so without any hesitation he recovered the expensive-looking parchment, slightly curious about the owl's rapid departure immediately after the delivery.
Well, he hadn't ever, even dreamed of getting an invitation to the Malfoy manor by Draco's mother herself. To be taught dancing by the gorgeously curvy woman, Harry was sure people would be willing to kill themselves to even spend a single evening with the blonde goddess.
Suffice it to say Harry along with almost every hot-blooded male of magical Britain probably nursed massive crushes on Lady Malfoy. He barely even remembers the next few minutes in his rush to reach his friend's house, afraid of her changing her mind if given enough time.
Even though his libido argued with him to visit Ron's horny mother for another afternoon of furious shagging, the thought of spending a whole afternoon with the modelesque lady Malfoy was too good of an opportunity to pass.
And maybe he could also help her solve the issue of her loneliness.
The Past few days of constant sex with the buxom Weasley matriarch had indeed transformed the previous wallflower of Potter's heir into a sex-crazed maniac.
Now standing in the ornately decorated Malfoy guest wing, beside the hearthy floo network in a loose t-shirt and baggy full trousers, Harry cursed himself for not dressing properly in his hurry to reach here.
Standing there silently for a couple of minutes, he felt creeped out by the unusual silence that dragged on; generally, the pompous paintings of previous pureblood Malfoys would taunt him about his inferiority, and diluted blood during his earlier visits at Draco's house, but this time—
His eyebrows shot upward in alarm to see the usual dozens of portraits of blonde pointed-faced freaks that seemed to be missing from the area, only a single painting of a half-naked beautiful brunette emerging from a vast lake rested over the floo fireplace.
Harry Potter tilted his head sideways, intensely focusing on the chest of the painting's lady, trying to decipher if those pointed nips could be exposed by viewing it from a different angle.
"Harry!"
A breathless exclamation reached his ears, causing him to jerk his head around, face flushing in shame at being caught ogling a half-naked painting.
His small apology stuck in his throat; all thoughts of the risqué water-nymph evaporated at the sight that greeted his eyes.
Yes, the decision to visit here instead of Molly was absolutely bang on…
Present
Lily Potter stumbled out of the floo of Malfoy manor, covered with the Potter family's invisibility cloak. Even in her furious state, she had concocted a perfect plan to take revenge on Narcissa.
Before that unfortunate day, James had divulged some secrets about his family's cloak to her, especially emphasizing the importance of keeping the knowledge under wraps.
To think that there is a carnal of truth in that silly child's tale.
Still, after her husband's incapacitation, Lily had performed dozens of experimentations on the special cloak, unearthing some truly astonishing abilities of the family heirloom.
To think an object can bypass any kind of ward like it's not even there, freaks her out to even this day.
If someone evil ever got wind of this—
The Potter matriarch shook her invisible head, shivering in fear even thinking about the possibility.
Well, she is not doing any evil per se, just a small revenge.
Narcissa Malfoy takes pride in being a terrific dancer, doesn't she?
Let's see if she can maintain her grace after withstanding a few tripping charms.
And after her son realizes that the blonde bitch had been nothing but pure air all along, he had to ask her for lessons where she would teach him everything there is to know about ballroom dancing and other maybe some raunchy dances, coiled in each other's embrace—
A loud sound of mismatched tones of piano assaulted her ears, stopping the tiptoeing Lily Potter's journey toward the Malfoy ballroom.
What the—
Is Narcissa trying to impress her son with her piano skills?
A loud snort escaped her invisible form at her rival's attempt at playing piano.
Seriously, even she could play better than this and she had only taken a few lessons at her mother's insistence in her childhood.
It seems she wouldn't even have to lift her wand to humiliate the Malfoy matriarch when she is doing such a fabulous job at that.
The beautiful redhead crossed the last corridor silently, standing in front of the large ornate door of the grand Malfoy ballroom, the horrible cacophony of piano still blasting her eardrums.
With a silent tap of her wand, the door opened, before any magic even left her wand.
Déjà vu…
The previous confidence suddenly vanishing at the cosmic coincidence, the still invisible Potter matriarch pushed her cloak-covered head inside, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from cursing out loud.