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To say that Harry was blown away would be an understatement of the year. No perhaps the century, after all, it wasn't every day that you went from a cramped cupboard under the stairs to a buzzing street filled with wonder and magic. But here he was a young and rather scrawny eleven-year-old boy surrounded by owls, witches, and wizards.
He wanted to memorize everything he could. Everything he saw, The way the buildings were so strangely constructed with curves that you wouldn't see anywhere else. The curious objects and sometimes creatures that you saw in the windows of shops. Even down to the magical themselves as they walked around with their colorful robes and in many cases funny hats.
Never in his wildest dream did he dream of this. That he would be here, free of the Dursleys. He might even tan a little with how much sun he was getting. Sometimes he was worried that he would blink and it would all be gone. Or perhaps he would trip and jump up in his cupboard revealing this all to be a cruel dream.
"Arry, over here." He heard the gruff yet excitable voice of his guide call out to him. Looking over he saw the giant of a man waving him over to a clothing shop. That was Hagrid, his savior as he was the one to get Harry out and away from his abusive relatives. Harry smiled and eagerly made his way over and saw the sign of the shop.
Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions.
"Yer gonna be getting your school robes from here. Head on in I'll wait for ya." Hagrid said and Harry nodded though felt a little nervous. It was just a simple shop that shouldn't be a cause for any nerves but Harry had little to no experience with anything unless it was chores, the cramped space of his room, or the angry fist of his uncle.
So with a deep breath, he entered and was met with rows of colorful robes and full-body mirrors along the wall. Along with something like a circular platform that was raised slightly from the ground and a three-faced mirror around it. The shop was painted with calm warm yellows which accented the wood floors nicely.
Looking around he spotted the front desk, it was decorated with different fabrics of varying colors and a couple of measurement tapes and pins and needles stabbed into yarn balls. Looking around he didn't see anyone and he didn't see a bell or anything on the front desk. Harry was just about to walk around some more when a voice caught his attention.
"Hello, do you need help?" A female voice said and Harry turned and his heart nearly lept out of his chest. Standing in front of him was possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was older easily old enough to be his mother but she was still stunning. Her blonde hair was immaculate as she had it done up in a stylish bun. Her skin was fair and flawless with a careful and light application of makeup, mainly mascara and eyeshadow which made her eyes practically glow.
Her eyes were a shade of violet he had never seen on a woman or person for that matter. Her face was regal and in a way reminded him what an angelic queen would look like. She wore a green dress that seemed to double as a robe and was obviously the highest quality. It also did a marvelous job of showing off her mature curves.
Harry's imagination nearly made his brain short-circuit at what he thought up. From her wide hips and narrow waist to her very busty chest. The dress was quite conservative but still, his adolescent mind ran wild with just the outline shape alone. Though while Harry was understandably distracted he didn't notice that he was being observed too.
The woman had spotted his rather horrid attire, it looked like the clothes on his body belonged to someone five times his size. He was rather cute though, with unkempt wild black hair and piercing emerald eyes. He was also a bit scrawny for his age which made her worry. She wasn't dumb however, she recognized this boy immediately.
After she might've been a bit older than his parents but she could recognize their child. Yes, there was little doubt in the woman's mind that this was Harry Potter, and it would seem that the gossip of him being raised in a castle was wrong given his attire. Though she never believed that to begin with.
She also noticed how he was enraptured with her. It worried her how much she enjoyed his attention. First off his age, but also the fact that it was Harry Potter. It would seem that years of being ignored were catching up to her.
"Is there something on my face?" She asked and was very amused as his face lit up red and he shook his head.
"No! No... um..." Harry fumbled nervously and the woman smiled as she approached and she could see him gulp.
"And what's your name?" She asked pleasantly and Harry's eyes seemed to flick all over her as he answered.
"Um... Harry, Harry Potter... Ma'am." Harry said and the woman smiled.
"Such manners! Well Harry, may I call you Harry?" She asked and Harry nodded. "Thank you, Harry I'm Narcissa Malfoy, it is a pleasure to meet you," Narcissa said as she held out her hand. Harry was nervous but reached out and grabbed her hand to shake. Narcissa giggled at this and Harry looked up to her.
"W-what is it?"
"Well, Harry, when you are greeting a Lady you shouldn't just roughly shake her hand. You should lightly kiss her knuckles, go on and give it a try." Narcissa said finding never-ending amusement at seeing his red nervous face as he looked down at her hand like it was gold.
"Oh, okay." He said and lowered his head to her hand. He pressed his lips against the back of her hand as she said and he caught a whiff of her scent. It was flowery and very nice and he couldn't help but take a long breath. Narcissa noticed this and despite herself she allowed it, Harry didn't linger long as he let go and stepped back.
"So are you here for your robes? You are attending Hogwarts am I right?" Narcissa asked and Harry nodded.
"Yes Ma'am, though I don't know where..." he trailed off as he looked around again.
"Oh I'm sure she'll be back in a moment, why don't we look around for a moment then? Or would you rather I am left lonely?" She asked and felt a flutter in her stomach as Harry shook his head.
"No! I would love to, um, walk with you... if you don't mind Ma'am." Harry said and Narcissa smiled.
"Just call me Cissa dear, and I would love to," Narcissa said as she turned to walk down the aisle and inspect some of the robes on display. Harry followed her but his eyes were inevitably drawn to Narcissa's shapely hips and rear. He tried his best to avert his gaze but it was mesmerizing to him, the way that it swayed from side to side with every step she took. He was sure that she wasn't doing it on purpose, but he really couldn't help himself.
Narcissa on the other hand, was in fact adding just the slightly extra sway to her step. Not overly so but just enough to where it was noticeable to her new friend. Feeling his eyes on her, she had not felt this way in some time. It was rather depressing just how long it's been. Back when she was a young woman she thought that her husband gazed at her that way. It wasn't long until she realized that she was nothing to him but a means to an end and something to look pretty at his side. No more than a piece of fine jewelry would.
Perhaps that's why she was so eager for Harry's attention, even despite his age. It was clear that he had not grown in a wizarding home, or even a good home if her intuition was correct. Perhaps she could give him a little gift.
"Harry?" She asked and the boy's attention snapped up to her face quickly as he hoped she didn't notice.
"Y-yes?"
"Forgive me for asking but... your clothes, they don't seem right for you," Narcissa said and Harry suddenly felt very self-conscious about what he was wearing.
"I-it's not mine... there hand me downs." Harry said and Narcissa nodded.
"Would you like it if I got you something then?" She asked and Harry's eyes widened.
"Oh no, you don't need to do that. I will be fine." Harry quickly replied.
"Oh come now, I know Madam Malkin sells robes but I do know she has a selection of muggle wear near the back. Come along." Narcissa said as she turned and walked down. Malkin didn't stock much but she had a bit for the odd muggle parent or sibling that came through on occasion. She wouldn't be able to fill his wardrobe but he would have much better options now.
"Miss Malfoy, you really don't have to." Harry tried again and Narcissa just smiled at him which made his heart hammer in his chest.
"Call me Cissa dear, and think nothing of it." She said as Harry just followed her. True to what she said there was a small selection of clothing for him. There were jeans, shorts, a couple of shirts, and some jackets.
"See anything you like dear?" Narcissa asked as Harry looked over it and pointed out a black hoodie that had some wolf print image on it.
"That looks nice... are you sure, I really am fine with-"
"Oh shush I won't hear of it," Narcissa said as she combed her fingers through his head. She enjoyed his reaction as he was surprised but also relaxed slightly. His hair was rather soft but she didn't linger as she dropped her hand and was delighted to see the slight disappointment cross Harry's face.
They went through and selected a few items, enough to get him through the week, and the Hogwarts elves would have his laundry down every two days so there was nothing to worry about. Though Narcissa had quite the Michevious idea, you see another thing Madam Malkin added was a changing room. Normally no Witch or Wizard would need one as you could just adjust the size of your clothes if they didn't fit right.
However, after so many times asking by muggles, Malkin conjured one up, it wasn't used all that much, and with the fact that the store was right now, Narcissa couldn't help but wonder. Of course, there was a part of her that told her no, but that was a feeble part of her mind. A much larger part wanted to have Harry for herself a desperate part that wanted a man to look at her like Harry was. Not like some trophy or prize, but as a treasure that was valued beyond measure.
Taking one last look around and having one final debate with herself she decided.
"Harry, why don't you try this on, just in case you don't like it," Narcissa said and handed him a shirt and jeans.
"Oh it'll be fine," Harry said not wanting to look rude by saying he didn't like something.
"Come now Harry, put it on for me?" She said with a smile and Harry melted.
"Alright," Harry said as he took the clothes and Narcissa mentally cheered as she directed him to the changing room. He entered drawing the curtain and Narcissa took one last look around before casting a silencing charm over the room.
Harry was quite overwhelmed at the moment. A gorgeous woman he had just met was being so kind to him a part of him felt suspicious. He had not known kindness from grown-ups... or anyone for that matter. It was a lot to take in. But he was also thankful for her kindness and it brought a smile to his face as he stripped off Dudley's oversized clothes and gladly threw them to the side.
He then proceeded to throw on the shirt, just a regular purple one. But when he tried to button up his jeans he found to his surprise that they were very tight on his waist. Harry wasn't dim, he knew he was skinny for his age so the fact that something felt tight on him was really weird.
"Is everything alright dear?" he heard Narcissa ask from the other side.
"Um, these pants are a little tight," Harry replied.
"Oh let me see, may I come in?" Narcissa asked and Harry could've fainted right there. She wanted to come into the changing room with him. He was bound to get a heart attack before he even left the store if this kept up.
"S-sure." He said as the curtain was pulled and Narcissa walked in, it wasn't cramped in here and could fit two people. But it wasn't exactly spacious as Harry got another smell of her scent that sent his stomach in knots.
Narcissa was in much the same boat, not truly believing she was doing this at the moment. Was she truly this desperate that a boy she met not more than fifteen minutes ago drew her in so easily? She caved to her desire so quickly that honestly, it was pathetic.
Her heart was thumping in her chest as she closed the curtain and looked at Harry. He did look much better with his own clothes though still a bit thin. Looking down she was satisfied to see that the little shrinking charm had done its job.
"Oh let me look." She said and her hands went to his waist to inspect the jeans. Harry could feel her hands as she did so and he could also feel something else in his pants that he prayed she didn't notice. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, or even a girl for that matter so he had no self-control.
"I can fix these but you have to take them off first dear," Narcissa said and it was a total lie but she was too far gone at this point.
"U-um." Harry stuttered out not exactly sure to tell her of his predicament. But Narcissa was not going to wait as she went to his button and undid it and pulled his zipper.
"Don't worry, it's nothing-" The words died in her throat as she saw what he was so nervous about. His underwear had a very noticeable tent, which was expected of course, and even preferred for Narcissa. What she did not expect was to see that he was a great deal larger than she expected.
Now judging from what she could tell it was nothing to write home about if he was grown, maybe six just about above average. However he wasn't fully grown, so his size was much more surprising to her. At his age, he should be maybe three inches at the most. It got her thinking about how much would he grow. But she shook those thoughts away, she put herself in this position so it was time for her to move.
"Well, that is something," Narcissa said doing a masterful job hiding her own nervousness and even more her excitement. Harry on the other hand felt mortified.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Harry said and Narcissa just smiled up at him.
"It's alright, it's perfectly natural. I'm flattered honestly." Narcissa spoke in a calming voice.
"Flattered?" Harry asked.
"Yes, this is because of me right?" She asked and he looked off to the side when she asked.
"Is it?" She asked again and slowly Harry nodded. "That's good, it makes me happy that you think I'm so pretty. But we shouldn't leave it like this, I did this so I'll take care of it just relax dear." Narcissa said as her fingers slipped into the band of his boxers.
"These aren't hand-me-downs are they?" Narcissa asked and Harry shook his head. It grossed Dudley out to think of Harry wearing his underwear so it was the only piece of clothing that the Dursleys bought, more because of Dudley than anything.
"That's good, I'm going to pull them down. If you want me to stop just say so." Narcissa might be off the deep end at this point but she wasn't going to force anything. She then began to slowly lower his boxers and Harry gasped as she did. She pulled them forward and his member was freed for her to gaze upon.
It was a very nice shape and very big for his age, and above average all around in size. It also had a bit of girth to it, and then the scent hit her. A scent she had not smelled since the conception of her son. But unlike back then she didn't despise this smell. The aroma was tantalizing for her as she watched his cock twitch at her gaze.
"It's very nice, have you ever played with it?" She asked and she could feel her mouth-watering and even a slight moisture rise from her legs as she kneeled down in front of Harry. She truly was desperate and pathetic.
"No..." Harry said, he thought about it but was never properly stimulated and more often than not too busy working or too tired to care.
"Well, can I play with it? I'll make it feel really good, you'll love it." Narcissa said and Harry gulped, he knew the right thing would probably be to say no and walk away. But his brain wasn't quite so interested in doing the right thing.
"Yes, please," Harry said and Narcissa smiled as she looked down and got ready. She had not pleasured a cock in a long time, her husband never asked for it and to be honest, she never wanted to do it for him. But she would for Harry, eagerly so.
As she got closer she noticed how his penis twitched excitedly, he may never have touched himself but his instincts were working just fine. She took one hand and gently wrapped it around his hard member causing him to gasp. Just her fingers felt so incredible Harry wasn't sure what else she could do.
Narcissa though was not going to be satisfied by a simple Handjob, no she wanted more. So she began to pump his length up and down and she could feel him throb in her hand from his excitment. She then leaned in to lick his tip and that made Harry tense as he wasn't expecting anything like that and his hips instinctually bucked into Narcissa.
"Cissa." He moaned but Narcissa just smiled at him as she lifted his cock up to lick its length all the way to the tip. Harry was properly floored by what she was doing to him. He couldn't imagine that it would get better, but then it did when all of a sudden Narcissa went from licking to engulfing as she took his cock into her mouth.
He was bombarded by the wet warmth of her mouth and it was a sensation he could never dream of. It wrapped around his length and he could feel her tongue swirl around him bringing him even more pleasure.
"Oh, that feels amazing." He moaned out and his hips bucked again and he could hear Narcissa giggling which also sent a pleasurable vibration through her mouth. She then started to move bobbing her head up and down his length as Harry had to lean back against the wall to steady himself.
Every time she pulled back he could feel suction and when she dove in that wonderful warmth. For Narcissa it was like he was candy, his taste was unique and she adored it. She also adored how he reacted, and how she was making him feel. It made her feel so good, to know she was bringing him such pleasure. And the way he looked at her, oh it made her positively drip with arousal. His eyes were so honest, his gaze spoke volumes when his voice failed. He adored her and what she was doing.
Though there was something more she desired. And she knew what it was when Harry's hips bucked into her face again and his cock ticked the back of her throat. She took her time as she came up off his cock and looked into his eyes.
"Does that feel good Harry?" She asked though the answer was obvious.
"Yes!" He said and he looked desperate for her to start again.
"You know what would make me feel good?" She asked and Harry blinked cutely.
"What?"
"Well, you know how you're pushing your hips sometimes. I want you to do that." She said and grabbed his hands and placed them on her head. "I want you to push into my mouth as much as you want. That will make me feel really good." She said and kissed his tip.
"Are you sure?" He asked but instead of answering she just swallowed his cock again. He shivered but she didn't move after that. Looking down he saw she was waiting for him, her eyes dancing with mirth. So taking a deep breath he pushed forward her tongue caressing his length as he did so. He kept going until he felt her nose press against him. He looked down and she was smiling as she made a glurk sound.
He then pulled back and Narcissa caressed his legs encouraging him. He pushed back and pulled out over and over. Eventually, his nervousness faded as he became absorbed in his task. His pace began to quicken and Narcissa freely let obscene lewd noises fly.
"Glurk, Glurk, Glurk." Was all she could make plus the wet sound of Harry's large for his age cock ramming into her mouth as he abandoned his sense and lost himself to her. That was what Narcissa wanted, that was her greatest validation, to know that she was driving him so wild that he lost control of himself. It was for her a testament to how he felt about her at the moment and how beautiful she was.
For Harry everything Narcissa was thinking was true, he'd never experienced anything like this. He had already thought she was gorgeous but now he thought of her as a goddess. The pleasures he was feeling and her soft blonde hair. The way her eyes never left his even as he lost himself to the warmth of her mouth and throat as he thrust into her face.
The way her cheeks would hollow out when he pulled back as she sucked him. The way her lewd noises drove him crazy despite never hearing anything like it before. The swirl of her tongue on his dick was insane. All this was driving him wild. He also started to notice a sensation building up in the base of his shaft.
"Cissa... I-I feel something." Harry said as his thrust became more erratic and Narcissa knew what was coming so she wrapped her arms around his waist and encouraged him further. Harry did so and powered through hard as he rammed his cock into Narcissa's wet lovely mouth. That build grew and grew and eventually, it erupted sending an incredible sensation he had never felt before. It cause his whole penis to tingle and a sensation that made him positively shiver as he felt something pulse from his penis and into Narcissa's throat as she pulled him in holding him tight as he unloaded.
Narcissa was positively glowing, the taste he had was divine to her when he started ejaculating and the warmth on her tongue was wonderful. She was going to get addicted to this and she was just fine with that. She was also surprised by just how strong it was, his ropes of cum hit her mouth and throat with surprising force, not to mention the thickness of it. She idly recalled how in her Hogwart days some girls would talk about a wizard's bedroom prowess being directly linked to their magical ability.
If that was true Harry was quite powerful already. At his age... yes his age, looking up Narcissa saw his face twist in pleasure but she also became acutely aware of just what she had done and with who. This wasn't just Harry Potter, this was Harry Potter who had not even been sorted into his house yet. Eleven years old and she had dropped down to her knees for a blowjob just for him.
She should feel ashamed, and disgusted with herself. Her weakness that the first sign of genuine interest in her caused her to spiral to this outcome. But she didn't instead she felt satisfied and warm, and more than that. She felt a strong desire, to do this more, to know more about this boy she had only just met. She wanted to know him and reveal all of herself to him.
She had fallen hard, out of desperation or weakness who could tell? But she wasn't going to let go of this, she couldn't she was too far gone now, his age be damned.
"What was that?" Harry asked his voice a bit shaky as he asked and Narcissa pulled herself off his cock. Though she made sure to lick the tip and leave not a drop of cum behind. She then tilted her head back and opened her mouth to reveal the cloudy white liquid that assaulted her tongue that she had not yet swallowed.
Harry's eyes widened and he could feel his member twitch at the sight. Narcissa smiled and her eyes revealed her lust as she closed her mouth and made a show of enjoying it as she swallowed.
"Delicious. That Harry is called cum, or sperm but I prefer cum. You just came or ejaculated. It's the boy's version of an orgasm, when you do orgasm you shoot that cum out of your penis, or cock as I like to call it. So usually when that happens it's called cumming." Narcissa explained looking down and noticing his cock wasn't entirely flaccid, if they had time she'd gladly give him an intense practical lesson on the subject.
"Did you cum then?" Harry asked and Narcissa was touched that he even thought of it. She knew most men wouldn't think of it or even care, like her husband.
"No not this time, but I still felt very good because of you," Narcissa assured as she got back to her feet. Though she still noted that Harry didn't look satisfied with her answer which made her heart flutter.
"Tell you what, you know how you can make me feel good?" Narcissa asked and Harry nodded. "Give me a kiss?" She asked and Harry was surprised by that.
"I've never kissed a girl before," Harry admitted and Narcissa just leaned down.
"Can I be your first then?" She asked and was pleasantly surprised when Harry leaped forward and captured her lips. He was clumsy but very eager as Narcissa put her hands on his face and guided him through the kiss. For Harry, it was fireworks as he revealed the feel of her lips on his.
For Narcissa, it was like being a love-struck teen. Despite what had just occurred she had to say this was the best part. She deepened the kiss, opening Harry's mouth with her tongue and exploring it, and caressing his young tongue with hers. Harry loved every second as his hands raised to her sides.
Though as much as Narcissa could lose herself to her new young lover's embrace she had to stop. She hadn't lost all her sense just yet that she was going to risk staying in here any longer. So they separated and Narcissa quickly fixed Harry's clothes and peeked out where she saw that Madam Malkin had returned but thankfully she was distracted. Quickly fixing her appearance she left the changing room with Harry.
"Harry, just so you know, it probably would be best if we kept this between us. Alright?" Narcissa said and Harry nodded. He might not know a lot about sex or anything relating to it. But he did know that a boy like him being with a grown woman wasn't normal.
"I won't, but when will I see you again?" Harry asked already dreading being apart.
"I'll send you an owl with my personal mailing address. We can write to each other. For today though, I was just here to pick up my son's robes, I have nothing else planned today so perhaps I could accompany you, if that is alright." Narcissa offered and Harry beamed at her with a wide smile.
"I'd love that!"