Debts and Decisions

Disclaimer: None of Harry Potter is my property. I am not making any money off of this.
Harry Potter is the sole property of JK Rowling and Scholastic, Inc. All characters are
borrowed and will not be harmed.


AN: Ok this story is going to be a very dark story. There\'s not going to be much
actual romance in it. I\'m going to try and keep the personalities as canon as I can.
The plot is going to be following events after Book Six. If you\'re worried about
the official paring, it\'ll remain H/G as that is what Rowling has currently set up
even though I don\'t care for it. However she isn\'t going to be the only one who
will be \"with him\" as I should put it. You\'ll discover early on he\'ll have his own
personal \"toy\" to play with that Ginny will not really object to, but not really like
either, due to old customs. Now on with the show.


The usual summer humidity ran its course over the central London streets on
Not a common soul knowing the hidden home of the deceased. A house blacker than the
night itself as it sat comfortably between 11 and 13 on the street called Grimmauld.
Being late summer, there was strong evidence the house had been undergoing a clean-
up and restoration project since the beginning of the school break.


Two house elves made themselves busy by ensuring that the previous quality
the house used to bear would once again be known to its inhabitants. They had been
instructed by the current owner and primary occupant to assist in sterilizing what
scum had been found dwelling in the curtains and hiding in the furniture. The
cleaning had taken about a month and a half as Kreacher was constantly caught
trying to undo things. It finally took a binding of will spell to keep him from it.
As Dobby had so brazenly demonstrated in Harry\'s second year, an elf CAN disobey
orders even if it is at great cost to them.


An old rocking chair sat in the corner of the drawing room on the second
floor, rocking itself back and forth as a fire burned in the fireplace to give what
little warmth it could to such a cold house. The main warmth it used to carry with
it had finally been extinguished along with the death of Albus Dumbledore. Sirius
Black\'s passing had caused a great tormoil to the comfort it provided for Harry
Potter along with his friends and somewhat reluctant acquaintances. One such
Acquaintance who had a hand in Dumbledore\'s passing. Now the house was all but
empty of spirit, hope or comfort, yet a few still dared to dwell within it. With
its fidelius charm in full force and the numerous ancient wards placed there by
Black Senior, it was probably the most secure dwelling in Great Britain at the
moment. Hogwarts no longer carried the air or promise of security it once did. The
death of Headmaster Dumbledore made sure of that.


The death of Dumbledore had been the cause of a huge quake in the morale of
the wizarding population of Great Britain. Many of whom fled the country shortly
after the funeral\'s procession. Voldemort\'s impact on the community was currently
in full swing. Leaving no rock unturned, the wizarding society of Britain was under
the shadow of war. A shadow with a habit of leaving agony and pain in its wake with
every event that unfolded before the population.


The library of the house, at present time, held more than just books and displayed
the most evidence of use in the recent months. Books on healing and concealment had
been used most frequently and books on the dark arts had be used with what one could
guess, great discreetness as if though the user of the books did not want others to
know he or she was using them.


A large table next to the roaring fireplace held diagrams and maps of various
locations within in the British realm. It was clear a search was underway for someone
or something. On top of one of the maps was a small locket with a rather artistic \"S\"
enscribed in the center of it. It had a large deep crack through the middle of it and
what appeared to be dried blood covering the edges of it. Definite sign that the
current owner of the locket had injured themself in its somewhat inappropriate handling
of the locket. The little value the locket may have had was gone with its apparent
destruction.


Poor weather was beginning to manifest itself outside. Thunder began to make itself
known with its loud claps. Lightning poured over the central London area illuminating
the otherwise dark features of Grimmauld Street and the surrounding areas around it.
A flash of lightning conveniently illuminated the interior of the library exposing
the previously hidden figure of a young man sitting in the corner of the room on the
farthest side from its doors. He had concealed himself in the corner in between two
angled bookshelves and had seated himself on the floor. Another flash of lightning
showed he was not in the best of moods and had had little sleep in days.


A few silent tears made their way down his cheeks as best as one would be able to see
due to his ragged white-blonde hair concealing most of his face. His condition dictated
that he did not engage in much physical activity as of late and found himself better
situated by keeping himself in a secluded portion of the house and only moving around
after the rest of the house\'s occupants had retired to their quarters for the evening.


He had arrived a month before under pressure from his current guardian and ward. Much
to his protest, he was soon relieved of his wand and told to stay put. With little to
do and not much care for the other occupants or the concerns they held, the young
blonde man took to skulking about during the hours of the night and remaining out of
sight during the day. If it weren\'t for his heritage and current attitude regarding
other magical species, one might even consider he had decided to take a page out of
the book of House Elves.


Only a few short months ago he had participated in a plot only to fail in his task
and be assisted in correcting it. He had come to Grimmauld place in protest for a
reason he was told was for his own good. Having been told he was too naive to under-
stand what it was he was doing or the consequences of his actions a bargain was made
to ensure a place he could remain confidently and securely with little risk of
discovery or any harm befalling him. Having grudgingly been accepted by the current
owner of the house, he was rather briskly told to stay out of the way, but not before
given a bedroom he could use. Apparently there was a deal made with his guardian and
the owner of the house, whom he despised greatly. The details of the agreement were
not made known to him as he was simply told \"you\'re here and safe and that\'s enough.
The rest you don\'t need to know.\"


Having already explored the house quite a bit during his lonely nights at the place,
he had taken to spending the last week in the library either just sitting down and
staring at the fire or reading something he found interesting which there was quite
a bit of given the previous family that occupied the home. Magick Moste Evile or
Obscure Magick of the Dark Age being some of the more popular titles he chose from.
That is to say if he was in the right mood for the literature.


Tonight however, he was unable to concentrated on anything except the thunderstorm
brewing outside due to abberant noises coming from across the hall. The two occupants
of the room being discourteous enough to not even bother putting up a silencing charm
for the sake of the other people in the house.


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Lightning flashed through the bedroom the two people were in. Thunder boomed across
the sky temporarily muffling the panting and moaning coming from the bed. A small fire
was blazing in the fireplace on the other side of the room illuminating the two
individuals in the bed. The woman was of about 40 years of age with sleek blonde hair
similar to that of the young man across the hall. A young man of about 17 on top of her
as she lay in the bed. Both of them naked with a thin coat of sweat covering the two of
them. She was laying on her back with both her legs spread apart giving access to the
young man. Her head hung back over the edge of the pillow as the young man, with
jetblack hair, thrust his penis mercilessly into her open vagina. She gasped and panted
with every thrust. Their pubic hair intertwined as they closed upon each other in rythmn.
Her hair being blonde on her head, her hair around the thick outer lips of her sex
was a dark black color as well. It clearly showed a fashion spell was used to give her
an appearance similar to the other members of her family.


She moved her body rythmically with the young man so that they closed in on each other as
they performed their intercourse. The thick coating of arousal lubricant on the young
man\'s shaft and the dripping liquid from her pussy suggested that they had been at it for
a while. She layed back with her eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream as she was
sexually dominated and overpowered by this young man who was grunting and panting with
ferver as he continued with his task. He held on to her sides just above her hips as he
slammed his penis hard into her. Her large soft breasts bouncing upward slightly with
every thrust administered.


The red satin sheets of the bed had been hastily moved aside before they began. Now 30
minutes into the intercourse, they were half-way through with completing it. Her soft
white skin glowed against the fire as she greedily grabbed on to the young man\'s rear and
urged him on. He moved his hips forward to give her the pleasure they both wanted.

\"HARDER!\" She gasped loudly at him in desperation.

The young man complied by removing his penis from her wet entrance until the head was barely
touching the entrance. He grabbed his own shaft and brushed the head of it against the
woman\'s clitoris causing her to moan harshly. He position the head of it at her opening,
grabbed onto her shoulders and slammed his penis back into her. She arched her back
and gave out a lustful moan over his actions.

The young man stopped and removed his penis from her. The woman gave out an irritated sigh
and looked up at him. Holding his shaft in his hand he sat up slightly with a look of
irrational desire etched across his face as it dripped with sweat.

With raspy whisper he told her, \"Sit up against the wall....\"

She quickly complied and moved so that she was now sitting on the pillow her head rested on
earlier. Quickly leaning against the wall, the fire illuminated her entire figure. The years
had been very good to her. Her large breasts were near perfect and very soft. The young man
moved into a sitting position between her legs and quickly placed his penis back inside of
her. She moaned in pleasure as she watched her own body being invaded by the young man\'s
sexual organ. A good eight inches worth of cock made its way into her vagina. He quickly began
administering his thrusts again as they both looked into each others\' eyes with lust then
looked down to watch their intercourse progress. What appeared to be a small smile surfaced
on the woman\'s open mouth as she watched his penis move in and out of her. The young man was
panting hard watching the same thing as he began thrusting out of control.

\"GOOD! Oh god, yes good...... harder.......\", The woman was practically begging him now as
her breathe had turned into hard pants as a intense sensation built up inside of her. Her
eyes began moving in all directions as her breathing became desperate gasps and yells.....

\"YES!\" Her inner walls immediately clamped down on the young man\'s penis as he grabbed onto
her shoulder and thrust one final time into her and held it inside of her. He arched his back
and threw his head up in a wanton yell as an orgasm overtook him and he began ejaculating
his seed inside of the woman. She too was yelling in pleasure as an orgasm washed over her.
Instinctively grabbing on to his rear she forced him even further inside of him. He swung his
head back down and took her mouth with his his. Their lips brushing harshly and running over
each other. He thrusted his tongue immediately into her mouth to taste her own tongue.

Ending the kiss quickly, he looked back down, her gaze followed his. He began pumping his
penis inside of her slowly to finish the intercourse. It was no longer coated in just arousal. Both
of their pubic hair was coated in a mixture of arousal and the young man\'s seed. A small trail
of semen made its way out of her vagina and down her leg as she leaned her head against the
wall with her eyes closed trying to steady her breathing.

\"ah, goood......\" she let out in a harsh whisperish sigh.


The young man laid back in the back at her feet with his penis still erect standing straight
into the air. The woman leaned foward slightly and gripped his penis. He groaned outwardly as
she moved her hand roughly up it and then released it. Leaning back against the wall she licked
her hand taking their juices into her mouth and swallowing them.


The young man with the raven black hair watched her intently as she moved forward and swung her
legs gracefully on the side of the bed. Getting up she moved over to the fireplace all the while
the young man watched her every movement. Adopting her characteristic unpleasant semi-sneer again
as she stair off into space while leaning against the wall next to the blazing fire. Standing
their unabashedly naked as the fire illuminated her perfect form. Her breasts still moving as
she had yet to calm down with her breathing. A fine coat of sweat covered her body and her apex
area had a fine mixture of arousal and seed covering her vagina. Her neatly manicured black pubic
hair had a sweaty shine to it with various white spots on it where the young man had ejaculated his
excess seed on it. The rest of the semen was slowly dripping its way down her leg as it leaked out of
her passage. She paid absolutely no attention to it as she just stood there with her hands against
the wall. Her chest was sticking out, back slightly arched as she moved her head back and closed
her eyes.


She opened her eyes again and looked over towards the bed at the young man who was laying there
watching her. His erection had finally ended. He watched her as she smiled somewhat arrogantly at
him.


\"That was very good, Potter.\" She had finally spoken to him.


She leaned over and ran her finger from the bottom of the inside of her right leg and up catching
the excess semen that had leaked its way out of her vagina. She brought her hand up to her mouth
and took the seed on her tongue and held it in her mouth. With an arrogant smirk she sauntered
over to the bed and leaned over Harry Potter has he looked up at her. She moved over him and
brought her mouth to his and released the excess seed and arousal into his mouth. He swallowed it
just as she had done earlier.

Her mouth still very close to his lips she looked into his eyes and whispered... \"Tomorrow.\"

She moved over to the end of the bed. Picking up her wand she waved it once and her clothes
and other attired moved towards her. Not bothering to put them on she moved towards the door,
as Harry watched her and opened it. Narcissa Malfoy\'s 5\'8\" form exited the room nude leaving
Harry in a state of post-sexual exhaustion and contentment.

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Draco Malfoy could hear his mother moving through the hallway towards her room. It did not take
a genius to figure out what had been going on. Ever since their arrival at Grimmauld place, about a
week after, his mother and the so-called \"Chosen One\" had begun a sexual affair. There was no love
between them, obviously. Only lust, but it still was a violation of the very things he held dear. The
very idea of Harry Potter pouring his seed into the womb that Draco had come from felt like the
ultimate act of violation, yet there was nothing he could do.


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