HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

"Mum, I want to stay alone," I said a minute later.

"Of course, my dragon," she said, and gently stroked my hair before leaving the room. She thought I wanted to be alone because I was upset.

In truth, I needed her to leave because I was dealing with an awkward physical reaction. It wasn't time for Narcissa to notice that yet. I didn't want her to find out that her 'son' was starting to feel something inappropriate toward her.

Not yet, anyway. Eventually, she would learn, but not before I eased her into it and slowly made her more comfortable with the idea. I had to be careful to manipulate her emotions so that she'd accept me in this new way.

I could feel a dark grin spreading across my face as I imagined Narcissa under me, torn between guilt and pleasure, giving in to something forbidden with her own son.

"Soon," I whispered to myself.

I knew it wouldn't be easy.

Technically, I could have used a spell like Imperio, which controls a person's mind, but that wouldn't feel like a real victory. I could hire someone for that sort of thing if I wanted it to be that simple.

What I wanted was to see her struggle with her desires and her sense of right and wrong.

Thankfully, I'm living in a magical world now, and I knew there were plenty of tools to help with that goal.

I went to the library and began looking into love and lust potions, but not the strong ones.

A potion like Amortentia, for instance, would force her to love me without her own choice, like using the Imperio spell. That wasn't what I wanted.

Instead, I focused on weaker potions that only increased attraction a little. These weaker ones had another advantage too—they were nearly undetectable after a few hours. In the magical world, they were thought of as nothing more than bedroom enhancers.

But I knew their real potential. I could use them over time to gradually change her behavior, rewarding her when she responded the way I wanted, especially if combined with non-magical drugs like ecstasy.

After putting on a simple disguise, I headed to Knockturn Alley and bought a variety of potions, perfumes, and oils, most of them designed to enhance desire.

I had no intention to limit myself to just Narcissa, after all, not while this world has many amazing women, all ready for my tender attention. 

And they would provide me an adequate distraction as my other plans to create my own power base slowly developed.

Still, there was one more stop before I returned home. I went to mundane London, and looked for a particular residence, the Granger residence. 

I wanted to have some leverage over the so -called light side if things went unexpectedly. 

The residence was ridiculously easy to find through the phone book, and an apparition later, I was in front of the house, camouflaged by a disillusionment charm. 

The door was open, so I sneaked inside. I wasn't concerned about getting caught, mostly because Hermione was still in Hogwarts. 

The lights were on, but there was no one downstairs. I moved to the upstairs, and could hear the water flowing behind the door. 

I carefully turned the door open, hoping whoever was behind the door wasn't Hermione's father.

The view of the door caught me by surprise. 

Since Hermione was seventeen, it was likely that her mother was in her forties, or late thirties at best. 

But the woman currently showering didn't look a day over thirty, a well-maintained, beautiful thirty years old. 

Her shapely body didn't have a bit of excess fat, probably the result of a meticulous exercise regime. 

Her breasts were large but shapely, too shapely to be natural, but it had been a masterful medical intervention. I could feel my pants tighten. 

Joining her under the warm flowing water was such an attractive idea, especially since it took only a whisper to make it a reality. 

But I held back, restricting my spells to several really obscure tracking charms hidden in the Malfoy family Grimoire. 

Ones that need special charms to detect and dispel. Keeping track of her after Hermione changed their memories and sent them to Australia was very important. 

Knowing her location would allow me to control Hermione, the most important person of the upcoming struggle.

Still, I had no intention of leaving completely empty-handed. I have reached one of the bottles I had recently purchased, a strong lust perfume. 

Careful not to make any noise, I walked towards her and puffed the perfume to her face. 

She barely registered the spray amongst the flowing water, and I stepped back, unbuttoning my pants in preparation for the next scene. 

It didn't take long for her expression to shift, biting her lips alluringly. She started to rub her legs in anticipation, her hands starting to spend an inordinate time on her breasts.

I wrapped my hands around my cock as she happily moaned, beating it with rhythmic movements. 

One of her hands moved towards her pussy, two of her fingers sliding inside effortlessly. 

Her moans rose even further, bringing my pleasure to a new level. There was a unique, perverse pleasure from staying hidden.

A few seconds later, she managed to surprise me even further. She reached for a shampoo bottle, a bit thicker than a male appendage, and slid the bottom of it without wasting any time. 

Half of the bottle disappeared in an instant, only to reappear a moment later, glistening with her juices, her eyes closed in pleasure. 

I took a few steps towards her. I could feel my own pleasure nearing its peak, and I had no intention of wasting the moment. 

As her moans intensified, signifying an imminent climax, I sprayed my seed over her back, covering her delectable ass with my seed, only to wash away a minute later. 

Then, I walked out, leaving the spent beauty behind. I would be waiting very enthusiastically for Hermione to send her away for her protection, only for her to end up in my arms.