Potions and Parchment Match

“But how can that be possible!” Draco exclaimed. “I’m sterile until the ceremony!”

The healer looked at Hermione with narrowed eyes. “Is there something you need to tell us, young lady?” she asked in a stern voice.

“What? No!” Hermione defended indignantly.

Draco turned and glared at the healer. “It’s mine!” he claimed.

“Mr. Malfoy, I can assure you it is not. The Malfoy sterility charm is very strong. You could not have possibly gotten this witch pregnant until after your vows!”
Hermione and Draco turned and looked at each other and then both grinned. “Do a paternity test,” Draco demanded smugly.

“Mr. Malfoy, this is a waste of time. The child that she carries is not yours.”

“Just do it!”

The healer huffed. “Fine! But don’t get upset when I tell you I told you so! Now let’s see. She is approximately two weeks along. The child is a girl. The father is…what! How is this possible?” the healer said when Draco’s name appeared over Hermione’s belly.

The two lovers held hands and grinned. “A daughter!” Hermione smiled. “Are you disappointed?” she asked.

Draco had a huge grin on his face. “There hasn’t been a female Malfoy born in generations! I couldn’t be more pleased!” he laughed. “My father is probably spinning in his grave right now! I have a muggle born wife and will soon have a daughter!” he laughed. “You’re corrupting my family, witch!”

Hermione laughed. “You love it and you know it.”

“Just as much as I love you,” he said.

“I still don’t understand how this is possible!” the healer argued. “How could you have fooled the paternity test?” she demanded of Hermione.

Hermione smiled, not nearly as offended as she should have been. “Easy. Draco and I are already married.”

“What? But the wedding is tomorrow!”

Draco shook his head and said, “We did a soul binding. It must have been enough to lift the Malfoy charm.”

The healer frowned. “Why didn’t you just say so to begin with?” She turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

“We hadn’t realized that I would get pregnant and neither one of us were thinking about the sterility charm at the time,” Hermione said to the closed door.

“Come love, tomorrow is a busy day for us.”

“Shall we tell your Mum? It might cheer her up.”

“I think that’s a great idea. Mum loves babies,” he said with a grin.

Hermione thought for a moment and then frowned. “Draco, perhaps we should wait. The only reason she agreed to do that test is because of the possibility of having another child. This might hurt even more under the circumstances.”

“Did she tell you what she’s going to do? Is she even going to tell him?”

Hermione shook her head. “She said it’s better to leave things alone.”

“Its not right,” Draco argued. “I know the relationship is impossible, but don’t you think he should know?”

Hermione thought for a moment. “Is it really impossible?”

“How can it not be?”

“Maybe it could work.”

“Hermione! Not everyone gets a happily ever after like we do! We were lucky. We don’t have any obstacles. We can be together and love each other, and nothing else matters. They won’t have that.”

“Would their relationship really be so bad?”

Draco snorted. “What do you think? Can you even picture the two of them together?”

Hermione smiled. “You just don’t want to call him dad!”

“Bloody hell!” Draco groaned.


Harry and Hermione stepped up to the counter at Gringotts. Arthur had told them that they would need the pass key to get into Potter Castle and that they would find it in the Potter vault at Gringotts. He had told Harry if he sent an owl to Gringotts with a request for it that the Goblins would send it back, but Harry was impatient and didn’t want to wait. He took Pansy and the two apparated to the front steps of the majestic looking Goblin bank.

“Mr. Potter, how may we assist you today?” the goblin at the counter asked.

“I would like to get a key out of my vault,” he said.

“Very good sir, which vault?”

Harry frowned. “What do you mean, which vault? Don’t I just have one?”

The goblin shook his head. “You have your personal vault, the Potter family vault, and the Black family vault.”

“Which is the vault I usually visit?” he asked. He had always assumed he just had the one and that it was his parents.

“That is your personal vault, sir. You were not able to access the other vaults until you came of age.”

“I didn’t realize I even had more than one,” he said. “So the key that I am looking for is for Potter Castle. Is that one in the Potter family vault?”

“It is in your personal vault. Potter Castle is your ancestral home and would have been available to you at any age, Mr. Potter.”

Harry tried not to let himself be annoyed at this bit of information and asked, “Could you retrieve it for me or do I need to go to the vault myself?”

“If you have a seat it will be here in a moment,” the goblin said snapping his finger. A second later another goblin appeared. “Mr. Potter would like the key to Potter Castle from his personal vault, Grimmli.”

The goblin named Grimmli nodded and disappeared. Harry and Pansy sat on a bench for barely a minute before Grimmli appeared again. “Here you are Mr. Potter. Can I be of assistance in any other matters this afternoon?”

Harry shook his head. “No, thank you though. Come on, Pans, I can’t wait to check the castle out!”

“Mr. Potter, with that key in your hand you can floo straight into the Castle. If you would like to use our floo you are more than welcome.”

Harry grinned. “Thank you.”

Pansy asked the goblin, “When was the last time this key was used?”

“The key has been in the vault since James and Lilly Potter’s death.”

“So does that mean that nobody else has had access to the Castle?”

“Only the head of the house can access that particular key,” the goblin said.

“What do you mean that particular key? Is there another key?”

“There are several other keys, but only the head of the family can give the keys out. When James Potter died, any keys that he had given out were magically transported back to the Castle in wait for the next heir.”

Pansy nodded. “Are there house elves in the Castle?”

“Several in fact,” the goblin stated.

Harry was getting impatient. He really could care less about keys and house elves. He was anxious to explore the history of his family that he had known so little about. “Let’s go check it out, Pansy, and if we have any questions we can ask later.”

Pansy rolled her eyes but nodded her ascent. “Fine.”

A few minutes later they stepped into a large open room. It looked to be a great hall with two long tables that came out vertically in front of a dais. The fireplace dominated the center of a massive stone wall and brightly embroidered tapestries hung on every wall. Above the fireplace hung a painting of James and Lilly with a baby Harry on his father’s lap. The portrait was still and Harry assumed it was not magical. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he stared at his parents.

“Your mother was beautiful, Harry,” Pansy softly whispered.

“Master!” a high pitched voice squealed. “You’ve came back!” A male house elf wearing a pillow case clutched to Harry’s leg and sobbed.

“Hey!” Harry said trying to pry the emotional elf from his leg.

“Master!” he heard as several more house elves popped into the room. They all swarmed him and groveled at his feet. “Master has returned! Master!”

“Good Gods, Harry! There must be twenty house elves here!” Pansy exclaimed as she watched them all worship Harry.

“Stop!” Harry yelled. He hated attention of any sort and was not happy to have so many emotional servants clutching onto him.

The elves all stopped and stared up at Harry with wonder. They were eagerly waiting to see what their long missing master wanted. They had gone for so long without serving a family member that they were beside themselves with joy at the prospect.

“Who is the head house elf?” Pansy asked. She knew that Harry had very little experience with dealing with house elves or any other house hold matters.

“I’s the head elf, Master!” an old elf who wore a long dingy shirt said, bowing straight to the floor.

“What is your name?”

“I am Sherman, master.” The elves answered Pansy’s questions but continued to only address Harry.

Harry stared at the old elf for a moment and said, “Sherman, this is my fiancé, Pansy. We shall be married at
the end of the week. You will take orders from her, is that clear?”

The elf with the high pitch squeal that had been the first to see Harry cried, “A new mistress!” with great joy.

Harry smiled at her enthusiasm. “What is your name?” he asked.

“I am Harmony. Masters Mum named me!” she squealed happily.

“Were you my Mum’s servant?”

She bowed again. “I was her special one.”

Pansy liked how eager the elf was. “Then you shall be mine as well,” she said and earned a grateful elf attached to her legs.

Harry turned to Sherman and asked, “How many house elves live here?”

“Thirty-seven, master,” he said bowing.

“Would you stop bowing!” Harry said, annoyed. “Thirty-seven? Wow! Why so many?”

“Large castle,” he answered.

Harry glanced around the room again. It was old fashioned and almost medieval but he liked it. He wanted to see more. “I would like you to take us on a tour.”

Sherman turned to all the other elves. “Back to your duties!” They all immediately popped out of the room and it was just the three of them. “What do you want to see first?

“Everything,” Harry said with a grin.




“I do not like this witch that your son has married!” Endora said, walking into Kingsley’s office.

Kingsley looked up at his former lover with mild irritation. “And this matters to me why?

“You’re the minister of magic; can’t you do something about her?”

Kingsley frowned. “What would you have me do with her? She is married to your son now, and he seems quite happy with her.”

Endora plopped down on the desk in front of Kingsley. “He doesn’t know what he wants.”

Kingsley snorted. “I have a pretty good idea what he’s after.”

The beautiful woman waved her hand. “He wants sex, sure. What wizard doesn’t? She’s easy and she’s available. Of course he is going to take advantage of that. Wouldn’t you?”

“I am sure that I would not avail myself of Miss Weasley’s charms, lovely as they may be,” he said dryly.

Endora leaned forward, showing the huge expanse of white creamy flesh that swelled above her neckline. “That’s because you have more refined tastes, don’t you darling?” she asked as she ran one long red painted fingernail down his chest.

“What are you playing at, Endora?” he demanded, trying not to let his body respond the way it wanted to.

“Why whatever do you mean, love?” she purred, leaning even further into him.

Kingsley felt his cock begin to stir. “You’re playing with the wrong wizard this time,” he said pushing himself back in his chair and standing up.

She stood up and pressed her body against his, pinning him to the wall behind his desk. “I know exactly who I am playing with,” she whispered as she ran her tongue down the side of his neck.

Kingsley growled, “Quit!”

She reached her hand out and lightly rubbed it against his stiff member. “You don’t want me to do that do you, darling?”

Kingsley felt all of his will power beginning to fade and then remembered who was standing before him. He hated this witch. He grabbed her hand and said, “I said quit!”

She cackled and reached for her wand. “Divesto!” and they were both standing in the room naked. “You don’t want me to quit and you know it,” she said rubbing her full lush breasts against his chest. She ground her hips into his pelvis and moaned. “You know you want this.”

Kingsley let go of her hand and ran his hand down her side to her hip. He pulled them closer against him and ran his hands down her nicely rounded arse. He squeezed until you gasped and then he pushed her against his desk, lifting her up onto its flat surface. “Since you’re offering so nicely,” he said, crushing his lips against hers in a brutal kiss. He hated her for all she had done to him, he hated her for keeping his son from him, he hated her most of all for making him still want her.

He thrust his tongue deeply into her hot mouth and reached between them and twisted a large pink nipple between his fingers making her cry out. “Do you want me to stop?” he demanded.

“No!” she gasped in delight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him press against her feminine core.

“You’re like a bitch in heat, Endora,” he growled.

“Then fuck me like the dog you are, Kingsley!” she moaned, pressing herself closer to him.

Kingsley leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple. He loved women with large breasts. He loved to lick them, suck them, bite them, and bring a woman to pleasure with her breasts. He stopped and looked down at the witch in his arms. He wasn’t going to pleasure her. He was going to use her body like the whore she was. She didn’t deserve anything better from him.

He reached his hand between them and felt her tiny nub. He pinched it and then shoved his fingers between her wet folds. Finding that she was already sopping wet he removed his fingers and pulled her legs further apart.

He looked down at her glistening pussy and licked his lips. “Do you want me to taste you?”

“God’s yes!” she cried.

“Too bad!” he said, slamming into her. “I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you hard you slut!” he cried out. The feeling of her hot wet body wrapped around his throbbing cock was intense. The sexual chemistry had not disappeared after eighteen year. She still drove him crazy with desire.

She thrust her hips against him, raising her body to meet each of his brutal thrusts. “You bastard!” she shrieked. “Just fuck me!”

“Oh I plan to! And I’m going to cum deep in you cunt!” he said as he body slapped against her. He felt the tension in his body rising. He could feel his release was close. He was determined to come as quickly as possible, refusing even to think about her pleasure. He was going to take her and use her. He was going to show her that the only thing that he wanted out of her was a place to drop a load. “Yes, you bitch!” he moaned as he felt his balls begin to tighten.

“Harder! Harder, you bastard!” she cried, feeling her own orgasm start to tremble within.

Kingsley grabbed her slender hips and roughly pulled her away, turning her over his desk. He knew she was about to come but he wasn’t going to allow it.

“No!” she shrieked. “Now! I need you now!”

He shoved her down so that she was leaning flat over his, he face pushed against the cool wood. He pushed her thighs apart and slammed into her from behind. He slapped his hand across her arse leaving behind a red handprint. He felt her muscles clench against his cock and he pounded deeper into her.

She pressed back against him enjoying every thrust he pushed inside of her. When he slapped her arse a second time she felt her orgasm spiral out of control. “Yes! Yes! Kingsley, Yes!” she screamed, digging her hands into the scared desk.

Kingsley couldn’t hold back any longer. He was angry that she came despite his intentions to make sure that she didn’t. He slammed over and over into her, roughly shoving her against the desk not taking care to cushion her. His hot come exploded deep inside of her and he roared out his pleasure.

“Minister? Are you alright?” a clerk said slamming the door open, wand at ready. Behind her several aurors stood with wands ready.

“Fuck!” he muttered pulling back from Endora. “Get out!” he shouted.



Narcissa slowly strolled through the gardens, looking up at the bright stars in the sky. She had always loved the garden at night. She loved to hear the grasshoppers chirp and the frogs sing. The cool December air was brisk and she rubbed her hands across her arms in an effort to warm them up. Tomorrow her baby would be getting married and it was a bittersweet pill to swallow.

She was happy with his bride to be. She already loved Hermione like a daughter and knew that she was a good match for Draco. She would not let her headstrong son control her, nor would she be afraid to tell him off when he acted arrogant and cocky like all of the Malfoy men did. She would match his intelligence and be able to carry on a stimulating conversation with him and she was beautiful enough where she could keep his attention focused on her.

Narcissa knew that there was a strong sexual chemistry between the two of them. She had heard them several times over the Christmas holidays. She chose to ignore it, knowing that they would be married soon. She had not seen Draco this happy in years and she owed it all to the Muggle born witch who was about to ruin generations of pureblood breeding. Narcissa couldn’t have been happier.

She strolled down to the pond and stood staring out over the water. This was always her favorite spot. She spent hour in this very spot contemplating her life. The water had always had a soothing quality and she could lose herself in her thoughts her without fear of being found. Lucius hated to be outside and especially anywhere near mosquitoes or other bugs that hovered near the water. She had learned long ago that the Muggles had a great repellant for mosquitoes and she stocked up on it, keeping it hidden deep within her closet where it wouldn’t be found.

She was startled by a noise and she turned to see what it was. She stared into the darkness for a moment wondering if it was one of many wild animals that lived on the grounds of the manor. She had often seen deer, rabbits, raccoons, and several other creatures. When a light was lit she jumped. “Who’s there?” she demanded.

A man stepped out of the shadows where he became visible. “Narcissa,” he said.

Narcissa gasped. “What are you doing here?” she demanded. “I don’t usually receive visitors this late at night.”

“I think we need to talk,” he said.

Narcissa turned away from him. “What could we possibly have to discuss?”

He handed her a parchment and she used to her wand to cast a light. “Lumos!” she muttered. She glanced down at the parchment and read his name. she gasped. How did he get this? She knew she had thrown it into her fireplace. She turned to him and said, “I already know your name!”

He handed her another parchment. This time she read her own name. “Leave!” she said pushing past him.

“Not until we talk!” he demanded.

“There’s nothing to talk about!” she insisted.

“Nothing to talk about? I find out you’re my soul mate and you tell me there is nothing to talk about?”

“Nothing can come from this! You know it as well as I do!” she shouted.

“Why?” he demanded. “Why can nothing come from this?”

“How could it? Just leave! Go back to your family and leave me be!”

He grabbed her and pulled her up tight against his muscled chest. “No!” He put his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close to his face. He leaned in and kissed her full pink lips with a demanding kiss. She gasped and he thrust his tongue inside, groaning when a spark of desire flared deep within him. “You are mine!” he claimed.

Narcissa had never felt such a jolt of absolute desire course through her before. She inhaled his unique male scent and pushed herself against him, deepening the kiss. When she felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer she closed her eyes and let her body drift away with desire. When he thrust his hardened member against her she gasped and pushed away. “No! This wont’ work!”

“It will work! You want me as much as I want you!” he shouted.

“No! just leave! I can’t do this!”

“We are meant to be. We are soul mates!”

“Don’t you understand? There is no way that we can make something of this! There are too many obstacles in the way!”

“According to the Ministry of Magic we have thirty days to marry,” he said with a determined voice.

“No! I won’t marry you!” she cried.

“You don’t have any choice! Do you want to lose your magic?” he demanded.

“How are you going to explain me to your family and the rest of the world? We’ll be stared at and laughed at behind our backs everywhere we go! Where will we live? What will we do? Don’t you see, this is not meant to be! You’re related to Kingsley now, he’ll help! He won’t force this!” she insisted.

“He might not, but I will. I’ll let you think on this tonight, but I’ll be back in the morning!” he said pulling her against him again. “I won’t change my mind,” he said crushing his lips against her one more time.

"Get the hell away from my mother, Weasley!" Draco shouted.