Deuces Are Wild

Chapter Three:: Oh Merlin


Narcissa felt warm, and comfortable. She felt relaxed, something she didn’t feel very often. She shifted, and moved, turning her body and opened her eyes quickly when she didn’t feel Harry. Her blue eyes, darted around, and spotted him by the closet. He was wearing red boxers, and nothing else. His hair out of its ponytail, and slightly tangled, due to the nights sleep. He was bending down and going through what looked like a trunk. Narcissa sat up, and rubbed her eyes, as Harry turned, smiled, and closed the closet door.

“Your awake. Its after ten.” he slid on the bed, and across from her, and touched her cheek. “You hungry? I didn’t know what you wanted, so I got a bit of everything.” he waved his hand over to the food, as she smiled, softly, yet still with a bit of sleep, still hanging on her.

“What were you doing over there?” she asked. He laughed, “I was going through clothes.” he said honestly.

“Can’t walk around in this all day.” he insisted. She smiled, and touched his hard chest. It wasn’t skinny but it wasn’t to bulky with muscle either. It was flat, and washboard, with some muscles, like he did a sport or something.

“I wouldn’t argue.” she said, with a smile caressing her lips.

Harry chuckled, and kissed her lips softly, “C’mon! Get up, sleeping beauty, you need to eat.” he said, with a smile, as he slid up, as she followed, with a sheet around her. Harry glanced over, “Want something of mine?” he asked, grabbing a white t shirt.

She grinned, “Thanks.” Taking it, he watched as the sheet dropped. He grinned, “You shouldn’t hide.” he teased, as he touched her thin waist.

She laughed, and shivered at his soft touch. “Yes, well.” she didn’t finish as the white shirt went over her body. You could tell that she was slightly turned on due to the perkiness through the t shirt. It went to her thighs, just barely. He could see the curve of her bum if when she walked. He found himself fighting from being turned on as he sat across from her. She took a croissant and some butter. “Like cinnamon? Its the best! But.. use sugar first.” He said, handing it to her.

She smiled, and did, “So, Harry, what do you do?” she asked, curiously.

He smiled, “Although, I am of age, I do have one year of school left.” He told her.

Her eyes widen, “Your eighteen?” she asked, stunned. He laughed, “I’m sixteen right now, but, in three weeks, I will be seventeen.”

Her eyes widen, “And you... can make LOVE like that?” she said out loud, in a shocked voice.

Harry chuckled, and glanced up, “I know how to treat women Cissy. Just because, I’m young doesn’t mean a thing.” he told her.

She loved being called sissy. Didn’t sound so harsh. “Your mom must have taught you well.” she said, with a smile.

Harry chuckled, “No, my mother died when I was just baby! I pretty much raised myself.” he said, to her as he took a few blueberries.

Cissy looked shocked, “Died? How?” she asked, feeling slightly bad.

“Someone murdered her, along with my father.” said Harry. He said it so... normally you would think it didn’t bother him.

“Oh man, sorry about that.” said Cissy. He smiled, “S’all right! They fought that was all that matters, and I was just baby so, I really don’t remember.” he then thought about how he only remembered if a Dementor got within range of him, but decided not to bring it up to this muggle.

He then smiled, “So what about you? I have a feeling that you are not single.” he said, cordially.

She sighed, “No, I’m not.” she said, sadly. “But, its not really by choice. It was arranged, and then I got pregnant and had to leave school. I only finished my studies from home.” she told him.

He arched an eyebrow, “I see, I didn’t think anyone did arranged marriages anymore.” he said, thoughtfully.

“They do where I come from. So, I’m in a loveless marriage, with a son whose turning just as cold as his father.” she said, simply.

“How olds your son?” he asked. “Your age.” said Cissy.

Harry blinked, “You thirty one?” he asked. She smiled, “Thirty-three in December.” she told him.

Harry was slightly stunned, “I thought you were younger, but that\'s even more attractive. So, I take it you... probably won’t want to see me again right?” asked Harry, feeling slightly disappointed but didn’t sound it.

Cissy glanced at him quickly, “I would love to see you again...!” she said, feeling a bit sad. “I... last night, I.. I had never been.. touched, like that.” she told Harry, who glanced at her.
He reached over, and tilted her chin up, gazing her in the eyes, “I would touch you like that anytime.” he told her, as she breathed in softly.

“We only just met.. but.. I feel like I’ve known you... for a long time.” she admitted, with a sigh. “Guess that sounds stupid.” she said, quickly shaking her head.

Harry chuckled, “Not at all.” he insisted. The two were talking when there was a tap at the window. Harry glanced over quickly and winced, when he seen his beautiful white owl Hedwig. He stared at Hedwig and shook his head, softly but to late, Cissy seen.

“Owl..” Her eyes widen, as she stared over at Harry who winced, and stood. “Uh...”

“You’re a wizard.” she breathed, standing quickly. Harry smiled, “Yes, how..”

“I’m a witch.” she murmured. Harry looked at her, “Wow! He.. now that you know.” He said, walking over, and allowing Hedwig to fly in.

“Wow! She’s gorgeous! You go to Hogwarts?” she asked, walking over. Harry smiled, “Yes, I do.”

“I only made it to fifth year.” she said, softly. Harry looked over at her, and smiled, “Its lucky I even MADE it to seventh year.” he told her.

She looked at him, as he took the rolled up parchment. “Thank ya Hedwig!” He gave her some bacon making her hoot before flying over to her sparkling clean cage to get a good rest.

“Wow... w.. what house?” she asked, curiously. He smiled, “Gryffindor.”

Her eyes widen slightly, “No wonder your so nice.” she said, standing in front of him. He smiled, and unrolled the letter to see it from Hermione, telling him about a terrible fight him and Ron had, and just as he was finishing the small minute owl Pig came flying through with a letter, that said the same thing.

Harry rolled his eyes, “How am I to figure out there love life!” Harry murmured, shaking his head.


“Who your friends?” she asked, interested. Harry nodded, “Yeah... its a love/hate relationship.”

Cissy laughed, as Harry placed them down, and decided to worry about them later.

“You gonna get dressed?” he asked. She laughed, “I might as well.” she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Harry, held her into him, tasting the sugar and cinnamon. “Mm... sugary.” he said, licking his lips as she giggled, and pushed his hair out of the way, and her eyes widen, “Oh Fuck!!!” she stumbled back a hand clasped over her mouth.

Harry blinked, “Yes, I’m sure you’ve heard of me. Unfortunately.” He murmured, sighing and flattening the bangs on his head.

“Oh my god! I can be killed for this.” her eyes were wide as snitches. “Killed? Why?”

“M.. my husband... is for the Dark Lord.” she said, as Harry looked at her.

“I probably know him..” “Oh you know him... Lucius Malfoy.”

Harry blinked, “Narcissa Black?” he responded, in an even tone, but the shock on his face, was evident.