Harry Potter: Backstep

Emerald eyes fluttered open, blinking under the sunlight that shot through the window with a particular vehemence this morning. Scooting away as quickly as he could, Harry looked around the room he found himself in. The events of the previous night came to his mind unbidden, and he looked around for the busty bombshell that Rose was.

Harry couldn't lie. Rose was the best shag he'd ever had, although it wasn't as if he'd shagged many women. She was primal, an embodiment of lust who had no interest in making love. They had fucked all night long and well into the early hours of the morning, and the woman had given back as good as she got. Harry had no qualms about continuing this if she wanted, and if her enthusiasm last night was anything to go by, he believed there would be multiple repetitions of the event in the future.

The door swung open with a soft creak and he heard the sounds of chattering of numerous patrons from the pub as Rose came in, a tray suspended in front of her. She quickly closed the door behind her and walked in with the same sexy smirk on her face that she had bestowed upon him when she was seducing him a few hours ago.

"Looks like I wore you out quite a bit last night," she remarked, smirking as she came closer. Harry chuckled as he took in the sight of his breakfast – French Toast, Crisp Bacon, Scrambled Eggs, and a glass of Butterbeer. It was quite a blend, not to mention a heavy one by the looks of it.

"Shame I can't say the same about you," he replied. Rose shook her head as she made herself comfortable on the bed beside him and picked up a toast.

"I could barely walk this morning. Thank Merlin for the enchantments on the bath. I've never felt so much refreshed before," she replied and took a bite.

"I see the pub's quite occupied already," he remarked as he joined her. Rose nodded.

"Students going back. Even though they eat up at the castle, many come over for a quick bite or a butterbeer," she replied. Harry nodded, knowing all about it already. He had been one of those students once, after all.

"No worries though. It's already ten-thirty. It'd get quite empty soon enough," she replied.

"Who's covering for you outside then?" He asked.

"Lizzie. She graduated this year, but the girl's been helping me out at the pub for quite some time."

"Summer job?"

"Kinda. Girl's got her sights on Puddifoot's. Even though it'd be a competition, it'd be a blessing to get rid of that horrid sight," Rose replied. Harry felt an involuntary shudder course through him as he recalled the horrid experience he'd had with Cho once when they went there. That was the only time he'd ever laid eyes on the building, and it had been enough to scar him for life.

"Yeah, I get what you mean. That woman's over the top," he concurred. "So this Lizzie… she knows about…"

Rose smirked as she nudged him with her shoulder.

"If you're asking if she knows we shagged last night, then yes. Although she doesn't know who I shagged, she know I brought a man in. You don't have to worry about her though. She's a darling."

Harry nodded absently. It wasn't as if they had done anything wrong, but he still felt kinda hesitant to somehow flaunt the fact that he was shagging random women every other night, particularly considering he had gone with Gwenog a couple of nights ago.

"Less thinking, mister," Rose poked him in the side as she bit into the toast. "Overthinking leads to unnecessary complications. Just do it, don't think too much."

Harry chuckled. She truly had a very nonchalant outlook on life.

-Break-

It took only one look for Harry to discern who this Lizzie truly was. After all, he'd seen that face numerous times during his Hogwarts years. Katie truly took after her mother.

The girl was slightly surprised to see him exiting Rose's room but she made no comments. They exchanged small smiles as Harry walked out with Rose in tow.

"I could use some relief tonight as well," she said with a smirk as she led him toward the fireplace. Harry chuckled, acutely aware of Lizzie's eyes on them and he knew she was listening in.

He could not help but glance at her once again and he suppressed a chuckle when she quickly averted her eyes when she caught him looking. His eyes ran over her curves under her casual jeans and jacket, and he had to admit that she was an attractive woman with her dark brown hair and fair features. He looked back at Rose and smiled.

"Can't promise anything, but I'll see if I can make it," he replied. Rose nodded and leaned up to kiss him, a kiss Harry gladly returned. He felt eyes on them once again and gave the blonde's supple rear a soft squeeze for some added value. The flush on the brunette's face when they pulled away was enough for now.

Rose looked at Harry who was looking behind her and a sly smirk grew on her face. She leaned up and whispered in his ear, "She's single, if you wanted to know. Don't think she'd be saying no if you made a move."

"Good to know," Harry replied with a chuckle. He might just do it someday. With a parting wave to both women, he walked inside the floo and vanished in a swirl of emerald flames.

-Break-

The castle was empty when Harry walked out of the Room of Requirement, and he walked aimlessly along the long corridor that led to the Grand Staircase. He wondered about his course of action.

Dumbledore's words were afresh in his mind and he agreed wholeheartedly. He could save many lives, and he had this opportunity to live the way he wanted. He was already well on his way to accomplishing the latter and had taken a small step toward the former. Perhaps it was time to do more.

Voldemort had a modus operandi. He had targeted the pureblood families, playing on their inherent notion of superiority to amass power for himself. His support base was strong, and not for the first time, Harry wondered why the bastard had simply not chosen to go for the post of the Minister for Magic if he already had so many pureblood families doing his bidding.

There was only one answer to that question. Tom Riddle was a madman. He had the option to go for the peaceful route, but that would not fulfill his desire for blood and destruction. It was a tyrant's way, and that was how it would be.

Harry also could not help but compare Tom to the muggle oppressor known as Hitler. Both had similar viewpoints and even though Tom's activities were confined to Wizarding Britain, Harry was under no delusion that Tom would limit himself. Once he established his chokehold over Britain, he would soon target the other nations.

Killing Tom was the easy way, even though it was not as easy a task as he was making it out to be in his mind. However, that would do nothing to the sentiments that gave him so much power. Harry wondered if he could even take on such a monumental task of eradicating the notion of blood supremacy.

'Not without getting rid of all elements that propogate such belief, which means I'll have to get rid of all the dark pureblood families, or at least those who believe in blood superiority.'

It was not a task he wanted to undertake.

For now, he had to keep his sights on Voldemort and work on how to best chip away at his support base. If he took away his followers, Voldemort would be nothing but a regular wizard, albeit a very powerful and cruel one.

He also needed to kill him, which would require getting rid of all his Horcruxes. The Diadem of Ravenclaw was already taken care of, which left his diary, Slytherin's Locket, Hufflepuff's Cup, and the Gaunt ring. He was no longer a Horcrux and he knew Tom made Nagini a Horcrux after he was resurrected in that graveyard.

'Should get rid of those bones while I'm at it.'

He tried to recall where those Horcruxes might be. The Locket had been in that cave, but he recalled Tom had put it there after the war had begun. Chances were he still kept the locket with himself. The Cup of Helga Hufflepuff was given to Bellatrix for safekeeping, who had put it in the Lestrange vault. He would need to see if Bellatrix was already a Death Eater. She and Narcissa had been married in the same ceremony, which meant she had not been married yet either. That gave him some hope. The diary was most probably with Lucius already, or perhaps his father. Infiltrating Malfoy Manor was not possible right now.

It seemed the only Horcrux he could go after was the ring, which should already be in the Gaunt Shack. He could make the trip, and he could get rid of Riddle Senior's bones as well.

However, it would not do to charge in without a plan. He knew what had happened to Dumbledore when the old wizard had gone to retrieve the ring, and he had no intention of shortening his lifespan.

He walked to the other end of the seventh floor and in no time, he was standing in front of the stature of a gargoyle.

"Acid Pops."

The guardian started rotating, and Harry stepped on the ascending staircase. In no time, he was in front of the door and he knocked twice.

"Come in."

Harry pushed the door open and stepped through. Closing the door, he walked inside and stopped abruptly. His eyebrows raised slightly at the sight of the pair of witches sitting in front of the headmaster.

"Good morning, Harry. I noticed you were not there for the breakfast," Dumbledore remarked as Harry walked over.

"Ah yes, headmaster. I was away this morning," he replied. Dumbledore nodded.

"If you would give me a few minutes to wrap this up, Harry?"

Harry nodded, looking at the blonde witch who gave him a strained smile. He walked to the side, busying himself with looking at the old books that lined the shelves.

"Miss Black… I would like you to know I understand the situation… but this would be only a temporary solution. I hope you are aware that nothing will change. It is only delaying the inevitable."

Harry heard Narcissa sigh and he wondered just what this all was about.

"I know, headmaster. But I cannot go back right now. I'm sure you know my days as a trainee are numbered, and even though I might not be a healer after it happens, I want to complete the training."

"Can the training be finished within such a short amount of time, Poppy?"

"It is possible, Albus. But as I said, Miss Black shall have to remain at Hogwarts for the entire day if we go ahead with this."

"What about your parents, Miss Black? Have they given their assent?"

"Father was against it, but Mother convinced him to let things be. He is still against me staying at the castle but Mother explained that emergencies can come over anytime, so it would be best if I stay over for the entire summer break," Harry heard Narcissa reply. He frowned as he looked through the book. Narcissa was aware that Lucius would not let her continue with her healer training once they married, and she would not have a choice either. She must be trying to take the accelerated course to finish the final stretch of her training.

Not for the first time, Harry cursed the backward thinking of pureblood supremacists. Narcissa should have been able to go about her training at her own pace without worrying about the future, but it seemed it was not possible.

"Since you are a trainee under Poppy, it is allowable for you to stay in the castle for as long as you hold the post, Miss Black. And if your instructor deems you fit for going through the accelerated course, then I have no objections either. The application, if you please?"

Narcissa sighed in relief and slid the parchment forward. Dumbledore read it and gave a short nod before signing the document off.

"Rest assured, your application shall be forwarded to the Healers' Commission at the earliest," Dumbledore replied.

Narcissa stood up in relief and gave a small bow.

"You have my sincere gratitude, headmaster," she replied.

"It is a shame things have to happen like this, Miss Black. I hope you do come through in this endeavor of yours. If you need anything else, please know the doors are always open."

Narcissa nodded solemnly. She turned to the side and saw Harry watching their interaction and returned his small smile with one of her own. With a final parting glance toward the man, she turned around and walked out of the office with Madam Pomfrey in tow.

"I knew her from my time," Harry remarked as he took a seat. "A truly brilliant woman. She should've never married Lucius."

"I never found myself agreeing with most of the ideals the old families keep," Dumbledore replied. "I can only hope she comes through. Poppy speaks very highly of her healing skills."

Harry nodded, having seen the practiced ease with which she worked in the infirmary.

"However, I believe you decided to call on me to talk about something else?"

Harry nodded.

"I'm thinking of going after one of the Horcruxes today," he replied. If Dumbledore was surprised, he did not show it.

"I see. And which one are you thinking about?"

"The ring. I think it is already in the Gaunt Shack."

"I see," Dumbledore replied as he stroked his beard. "Can you meet me after dinner tonight, Harry?"

Surprised, Harry looked at the old wizard and saw him smiling.

"I cannot let my apprentice go on such an endeavor on his own now, can I? That would make me a very bad mentor."

-Break-

Harry had to admit that he was slightly surprised when Dumbledore told him that he would join him, but he was in no way reluctant to bring the old wizard with him.

Albus Dumbledore was the greatest wizard of the age and it was always favorable to have him watching your back.

He had nothing to do for the entire day since they would be going after dinner, and he wondered just what he should do to pass some time.

Without any particular destination in mind, Harry kept walking and he saw he was near the infirmary. Shrugging, he walked in and was met with a focused blonde witch standing with her back to him as she waved her wand in an intricate pattern.

Harry took a moment to just watch her from behind. Her healer trainee robes were form-fitting, and although they were not skin-tight, they did a very good job of hinting at her desirable curves. He could tell she was very focused given how she was waving her wand, and he wondered just what she was doing.

"Do you need anything, Mr. Potter?" The familiar voice of Madam Pomfrey brought him out of his staring and he turned to see her giving him a knowing look. He forced himself not to react and gave the elderly woman a small smile.

"I was wondering if I could try my had at some advanced healing techniques," he replied, acutely aware of Narcissa's gaze on them as she turned around.

Madam Pomfrey scoffed to herself and motioned for him to join her and Narcissa. In no time, she pulled out a small dummy.

"You can practice on this. Cast the spells listed here, but cast only if you can heal it. You better not cost me any dummy or I'll dock it off your stipend that Albus will give you," she said sternly. Harry gave her a quick nod and watched as she walked away. He looked at the sheet that was on the table and saw the curses and their counters described in a tabular form. He easily recognized most of those.

"What are you doing here?" Narcissa asked quietly as she cast what Harry recognized as a skin-rotting curse before she began casting its counter.

"Learning some healing spells," he replied easily. Narcissa glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes before her eyes fell on his dummy.

"You should start with the basic ones if you're a novice," she replied. "But something tells me you have some instruction. Dumbledore won't take someone as an apprentice who was pants at some branch of magic."

Harry chuckled. "You're right about that. To be honest, I can do most of these, perhaps even quicker than the instructions suggest."

"I didn't know you were a braggart," she joked. "Go on, show me a shortcut then."

Harry shrugged and Narcissa watched him cast the same curse she had cast mere minutes ago. The skin-rotting curse caused the dummy's surface to blacken and Narcissa watched as Harry skipped both the wand movement and incantation to reverse the curse.

"Oh my," she whispered. Harry allowed himself to feel a little bit proud.

'Particularly in front of the woman who taught me how to do it,' he thought with slight mirth.

"Impressed?" He asked smugly. Narcissa simply elbowed him in return.

"You must've been trained in this. No way you learned this on your own," she remarked.

"You got me," he replied with a chuckle. "Someone did indeed teach me."

"Thought so. Must've been some healer."

"One of the best I've ever come across," he replied honestly with a smile. "Helped me out when I needed it the most."

Narcissa looked at the expression on his face and could not help but blush slightly. He looked so… genuine in his happiness. It was not a sight she had seen many times in her life. She remarked to herself once again how drawn to him she felt, and the treacherous thought came unbidden to her mind once again – that she had the opportunity to escape the hellish future that surely awaited her if she just took it.

She had already heard it from the Malfoys and her family as well. There was no future for her healing career once the wedding happened. It was nothing surprising either. Families that were considered among the pureblood elite did not let the women that married into them work and she had known what awaited her. The fact that they had explicitly told her as well served as nothing but driving the point home.

She remembered Lucius Malfoy. A slimeball in every sense of the word, and the mere thought of that ponce even touching her made her retch in revulsion.

Every morning she woke up with an emptiness inside her chest, feeling as if something was missing from her life. She had felt it every day but today, and the reason was not that hard to guess. The only change in her otherwise monotonous life was meeting Harry – a man her age who had not only dared to speak to her like an equal but also shown an interest in her, not as the daughter of the House of Black but as a woman.

She had spent the previous night furiously thinking about doing something to escape the fate that awaited her. Andi had absconded, leaving her past behind and forgetting the Black family entirely. They had not heard from her ever since, and Narcissa only knew that her sister had gotten pregnant because Madam Pomfrey told her.

A part of her did not want to leave her family. No matter how much she despised their beliefs and practices, it was still her family. However, there was an equally big part of her that wanted to escape the fate that had been decided for her. She had never had hope that she could ever have an option, but Harry had come crashing through the proverbial door and thrown everything into disarray. She saw a ray of hope, a solitary thread that could pull her up from the bottomless pit that awaited her, and the only thing holding her back from going through with it was the fact that they barely knew each other.

Putting her faith in the man next to her – someone she knew so little about – made her feel like a desperate woman, and maybe she was. He was a stranger, but one who still filled her with so much warmth. She had no idea why it felt so calm to be around him. She had already discarded the prospect of a spell or a potion. The locket she had around her neck protected her from any outside influence, so there was no way Harry was using some magic to ensnare her. That only left her more perplexed as to why she was feeling like this.

Narcissa did not know the reason, but what she did know was that there was no way she was going to go ahead with what was decided for her.

She watched Harry as he demonstrated his healing spells before Madam Pomfrey arrived. The matron was also pleasantly surprised with him, as evident in the way her tone softened considerably when she spoke to him.

"I'm not that good though," Harry said with a smile. "I only know counter-curses and basic healing spells. Anything else that requires specialized healing is beyond me."

"I can see that," Madam Pomfrey replied. "You were instructed in combat magic, weren't you? And you learned healing spells that could help you in that field."

Harry nodded.

"I believe that should be enough for you, but if you still want to learn more, I can spare some of my time. Narcissa here could help you when I'm away."

Narcissa looked surprised at the matron who looked at her and smiled.

"Teaching is also the best way of learning, dear."

With those parting words, Madam Pomfrey left them to their devices, all the while smiling to herself at having done a good enough job. She only hoped they had enough brain cells to make the best of the opportunity. The last thing she wanted was for one of the most capable healing prospects she had ever seen to waste her potential while being trapped in a loveless marriage.

Narcissa and Harry continued for a few hours during which they talked more than they practiced. Harry already knew quite a bit about her, but Narcissa took this time to properly get to know him. For his part, Harry was happy that she was trying to know more about him. He fully intended to be the dark omen for Lucius, and it would go a long way to aiding him if Narcissa was interested as well.

He could not tell her about his origins, but he didn't want to outright lie either. A careful mix of truth and lie consolidated into half-truths and he managed to sell a believable story about a homeschooled wizard who Dumbledore knew for a while and was finally willing to accept as his apprentice.

Meanwhile, Narcissa was surprised by how easily he seemed to know what she was going to say. It was uncanny, and if she didn't know any better, she would've accused him of using Legilimency. However, she never felt even the slightest mental intrusion, and she was considered one of the best Occlumens the House of Black had to offer, standing right behind the lord of the house himself.

She chucked it off to another point in favor of him, attributing it to what she perceived was his interest in her – an interest he had made explicit a day ago. The only difference was that contrary to their first meeting, it was she who was now willing to take a leap of faith.

Narcissa only hoped it didn't come to bite her in the rear.

"Would you like to join me for lunch?" She decided to just go ahead with it and asked him. Harry looked at her in slight surprise that morphed into understanding when she nodded.

"I'd love to," he replied. "Three Broomsticks?"

Narcissa looked hesitant for a moment and Harry quickly understood. It would be problematic if someone saw her with him outside the castle.

"How about a special secret place?" He asked. Narcissa looked at him in intrigue as Harry smirked.

-Break-

"I've never been to this part of the castle before," Narcissa remarked as they walked through the seventh-floor corridor that led to the Room of Requirement. "Never had any reason to come here."

"There's a first time for everything," he replied with an easy smile as they came to a stop in front of a blank wall. "Ready?"

"For what?" She asked curiously, watching him start to pace in front of her.

"Oh wow," she murmured, watching as a door slowly materialized on the wall out of nowhere.

"Welcome to the Room of Requirement, or rather, the room I'd be staying in."

Narcissa looked at him in surprise.

"You have a secret room? And how come I never knew about this room?"

"Not many people know about it, and considering how I'm living here now, no one apart from me can summon this room," Harry replied as the door closed behind them. Narcissa looked around and saw a dimly lit room with a table for two in the middle. A sweet melody was playing, soothing their minds, and Harry led her over to the table. Pulling out her chair for her, he helped her before taking his seat on the other.

"This room can become whatever you want it to be," Harry informed the blonde who had been looking around at everything in sight. "And it can summon anything you want from this castle, including our lunch."

Right on cue, a delicious spread appeared in front of them.

"This is some room you've got for yourself," Narcissa remarked, still trying to absorb it all. Harry let out a small laugh.

"I knew about this room before I came here. Someone I knew once told me about it, and there was no way I was choosing any other room," Harry replied, remembering Dobby who had told him about what the little elf called the Come-and-Go Room. It was another task he had set out for himself, to find Dobby before the Malfoys could enslave him.

"Can't say I blame you, to be honest. Although I'm surprised Dumbledore allowed you to have such a precious room all for yourself."

Harry gave her a small smile as they dug in. A few minutes passed as they continued eating when Harry asked, "So… why the change of heart?"

'Decided to get on the offensive from the start, I see,' Narcissa thought to herself, wondering what she should say. Harry stared at her expectantly.

"Let's just say I didn't want to miss out of experiences," she replied, to his puzzlement.

"What'd you mean?"

Narcissa sighed. "What do you know about my family's view on romantic relationships?"

"I don't know how right I am, but I've heard enough. How you're not allowed to have relationships with people you are not betrothed to," Harry replied.

Narcissa nodded. "You are correct. Relationships are forbidden. That is because families like mine don't want us to be involved with people whose social or political standing or views do not match ours. In case we do want to be with someone belonging to a desirable family, a betrothal is arranged. Dating, in the conventional sense, is something I have no experience with."

"And you wanted to see what it's like? Dating someone?" Harry asked, understanding where she was coming from.

"No one has ever expressed an interest in me, Harry," she replied. "Before you, no one approached me. They were either apprehensive of the Black name or wanted to approach Narcissa Black, not only Narcissa."

"They didn't see you as a person," Harry surmised, earning a nod.

"When you asked me out yesterday, I wanted to say yes. It was very hard to decline, and I did so only because my family has already arranged for me to marry someone else."

"What changed then?" Harry asked keenly. "I see that ring on your finger even now. It's not as if the betrothal was canceled."

Narcissa looked down at her finished plate and daintily wiped her fingers and mouth with the charmed tissues. There were a few choice words she wanted to say but she held them back. She did not want to take things too far too soon. Finally, she looked up to see him staring back at her.

"I just wanted to feel what it's like for once, before I was shackled to Malfoy forever," she replied, holding his gaze firmly. "I might be promised to marry him in a few months' time, but I have no interest in going ahead with it. However, my family won't budge, so this is me doing something for myself for a change."

Harry willed the room to change so that they were now sitting on a pair of armchairs. The table and their food vanished along with their plates. He leaned back and regarded her.

"You don't want to marry him?"

Narcissa let out a derisive scoff.

"If it were up to me, I'd never lay my eyes on that ponce. I've already been told my healing career is done the moment I become the lady of his house, and that's the least of my concerns regarding him. He is a cruel bastard with not a shred of good in his soul. Not a day passes by when I don't curse my family for doing this to me."

Harry had known it, but this was the first time he was hearing it all with such vehemence.

"I'm sorry you find yourself in this situation. I want you to know I'll help you out with anything I can," he replied.

Narcissa looked at him with slight mirth.

"First you asked me out, and then a proposal in the middle of our first date? It seems I underestimated your boldness," she remarked, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"You know what I meant," he replied.

Narcissa nodded, smirking, as she stood up. Harry looked slightly surprised as she came close and leaned down. Slowly, she planted herself sideways on his lap, and his arms involuntarily came to rest on her stockings-clad thighs. She had taken off her healer robes before coming here with him and was clad in a casual half-sleeve black top and red skirt with dark stockings underneath.

"Are you sure, Narcissa?" He asked finally. Narcissa's response was to lean closer so that their lips were barely an inch apart.

"If I'm going to be trapped in a loveless marriage, then I want to experience everything I will lose out on. Can I count on you to fulfill my desires?"

Harry cupped her cheek as he leaned back and looked at her.

"You can count on me for anything," he replied, and without any hesitation whatsoever, he smashed his lips against hers.

Narcissa fully leaned against him and fisted his shirt as she kissed him passionately. Her first kiss and it was with a man she was unashamedly attracted to. She could not have asked for a better person to give her first kiss to, and if she had her way, all her firsts as well. They had known each other for a little over a day, and yet she felt closer to him than anyone else. There was this feeling that she knew him for years, and try as she might, that feeling never showed any sign of going away.

'Perhaps he was the love of my previous life,' she thought to herself as she felt him probe her lips with his tongue. She might not have had any experiences, but that did not mean she did not know anything. She eagerly allowed him access and a moan escaped her when he began kissing her. His tongue explored every inch and crevice of her mouth as his hand caressed her thigh over her stockings. With every stroke on her thigh, she could feel his hand creeping upward until it slid under her skirt and touched her bare skin right beyond where her stockings ended.

Narcissa moaned in approval, and Harry wasted no time. His fingers grabbed hold of her stockings and he pulled them down until they were bunched up over her knees, freeing up the entirety of her thick, creamy thighs for their mutual pleasure.

While one hand caressed the bare skin of her thighs with boundless intensity, his other hand held her by her hair. He had her blonde locks in a fist as he plundered her mouth. That was the only word that she could describe it with. He was intense, and he was domineering. Despite being a prideful daughter of the House of Black, Narcissa could not help but give in to his sheer presence, submitting herself to him and letting him give her what he had promised – absolute fulfillment of all her desires.

When he finally pulled back from the kiss, Narcissa shivered at the look of sheer lust she could see in his emerald orbs. Admittedly she did not know him much, but the sight was looked foreign to her that she could not help but curl her toes as she felt herself grow hornier.

Before he could say anything, she quickly began to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off his body, revealing his lean and muscular frame. Her eyes took in the sight in front of her and she gently flicked one of his nipples. Harry chuckled.

"It's only fair that I get to see as well, don't you think?" He asked mirthfully. Narcissa gave him a coy smile.

"Why don't you work for it just like I did then?"

Harry needed no further prompting on her part and he quickly grabbed hold of the zip at the back. He pulled it down and Narcissa raised her arms voluntarily. Pulling the garment off her slender frame, he threw it down on the floor where his shirt was. In no time he had her bra unsnapped before he pulled it off her and threw it away as well, rendering her upper body as bare as his.

"And we're even for now," he said huskily as he drank in the sight of her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered.

"And you'll have all of me," she whispered in return as she pressed herself fully against him. They wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed passionately, stroking each other's backs all the while.

"I can wait," he replied when she finally pulled back and smiled. "And there's no need to rush either. After all, we have time."

Narcissa looked at him searchingly for a moment before she smiled and pressed her lips against his once again.

They did indeed have time.

TBC.

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