33 Chapter 33 - Milf and Metamorphmagus II

The ripe beauty smiled at him, stepping closer to him so only a meter of distance remained between them. The perfumes of her body instantly struck Ron in the right places, earning a few annoyed, aroused frowns from him.

"First, I must express my gratitude for the mercy you extended to my dear husband. Your actions were unexpected, yet you not only spared him from the clutches of death but also showed rare selflessness. In the past, I might have deemed your handling of the Malfoy fortune as foolish; But witnessing your recent deeds, I find myself begrudgingly impressed by your decision." Narcissa said with an air of nobility like she was someone superior to Ron.

Ron didn't like that one bit. This woman was an enemy before and still is. "Do you still hold hatred for the muggles, muggle-born, and half-bloods?"

Narcissa quickly averted her gaze, looking to the side. "Does that truly matter…"

Ron scoffed, "Just tell me why you wanted to talk to me. I don't have the whole day."

Narcissa looked up again, stepping closer to Ron, their bodies inches away. Ron could clearly see her subtly bite her quivering lips. The plump and gloss of her red lips made him imagine other things.

"I need your help, Mr. Weasley. The Dark Lord has risen once more, and my family finds itself in grave danger. With Lucius confined to Azkaban, I fear for Draco and myself. I beseeched Sirius to grant us refuge within Grimmauld Place, as this is the only safe place… But Sirius won't allow it…" She spoke in a pitiful tone, like a damsel in distress.

"And h-he shouldn't." Ron interrupted her and took a step back, a little distracted with her weak beauty act, trying to scatter the urge in his loins.

"Harry lives here. And for all we know, you could be the Dark Lord's spy. The Malfoy family isn't really known to be trustworthy, Mrs. Malfoy. We'd rather not take any risk and… regret it later."

Narcissa pursed her lips, her frustration almost unbearably sultry to Ron.

"W-We have no intention of aiding the Dark Lord… Draco will be safe at school... It's my own well-being that concerns me, Mr. Weasley." Narcissa came closer, unwilling to give up.

She placed a hand on his chest, her face getting so close that Ron could see some sort of yearning in her eyes.

Then she whispered to him, her breath as fresh as first snow, "The Purebloods have forsaken the Malfoys, and the others harbor nothing but animosity towards us. I find myself with nowhere to turn. Nowhere in this world feels safe anymore."

Ron sighed, finding some truth in her words. But he couldn't fall for it now, however helplessly tempting and ravishable she was. He was slightly annoyed, partly at his loins, but mostly at her.

"And who's to blame?" he muttered.

Narcissa's gaze fixed upon Ron, her expression anxious as she gently clasped his hand and pulled it closer to her bosom.

Ron didn't know if it was intentional, but he could clearly feel the soft, cloud-like feeling against the tip of his fingers. His loins worked up its magic and reacted to the touch.

With watery eyes, she begged. However, her seductive voice gave off other ideas. "Please, if not here, then perhaps some other place… that's safe. "

Ron sighed, finding the blond-haired beauty so close to his body. As long as it's not here, there shouldn't be any issue.

In the end, he nodded. If she truly didn't want to be involved, not helping her could do more damage. "Fine, I-I'll talk to Sirius and see what we can do."

"Thank you!" Narcissa exclaimed with relief. She gracefully wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and pulled him into a tight embrace against her cushiony mounds.

"I will never forget your help… never." She whispered in his ear, intentional or not, her soft lips brushed against his earlobe.

Ron's body reacted right away, his manhood rising at full mast. He gulped his saliva and responded to the hug in kind, placing both his arms around her waist and holding tight, feeling all of her curvy midriff.

Bloody Hell! Her figure's crazy. And those breasts. Ron exclaimed in his mind. But he didn't lose himself either, wondering if this was Narcissa's game.

"But…" he replied as Narcissa's face rested against his shoulder, her ears close to his lips. He squeezed her tight against himself, "If you betray and…"

Both of Ron's hands, resting on the back of her waist, suddenly shifted, tracing her long, soft dress and sliding against the rising flesh of her rear. He knew he shouldn't but she was inviting him to do this herself. Why would he reject the offer?

He didn't stop and went all the way down until both his palms lay spread on each of her otherworldly, soft ass cheeks.

"Um… Mr. Weasley…" Narcissa exclaimed, a sudden tremor spread all across her body, her hold on Ron's neck a bit tighter and quivering.

But Ron pressed her body against himself, his palms sinking into her supple rear flesh, but he tried his best to not clench them. Though he was sure she felt his erect manhood pressing hard on her pelvis.

"If…" Ron brought his lips closer to her ears, his own arousal peaked. He didn't know where in hell his confidence came from, but he wasn't going to fall back now. "If something happens to Harry because of you. I'll have no mercy left in me. Don't forget, Draco still admires and wants to serve that Dark Lord you're running away from. Just one mistake, and I will have him join his father."

At last, Ron squeezed her supple flesh, so soft and inviting that he couldn't help rubbing his palm all over, making Narcissa lean against his body further. Her magnificent globes squished against his chest.

Narcissa looked up at Ron's face with a craving gaze, "I'll teach my son well."

"You should." Ron finally removed his hand and let Narcissa step away from him. "Don't think I'm a young fool who's still in school… Perhaps I was not long ago, but…"

"No, Mr. Weasly. I've realized that a few moments ago," she interrupted, looking at his tall body up and down.

Ron wasn't sure, but he felt like he knew that look, the same look Apolline had given before. Looks like having her husband locked up was a good thing in the end.

Ron stepped forward abruptly, towering over Narcissa's form. There was a slight smile on her lips, but as their bodies pressed against each other, Narcissa had to take a few steps back until she couldn't, as the bed was behind her.

Ron's hand moved again, one resting on the side of her waist, and the other pinching her sharp chin. He emphasized each word, "Now, I'm a man… young, but still a man. Don't forget that. I can take your offer, but can you handle all of it? I'm not exactly restrained, still a little rough… around the edges, of course, and the stamina of a young man. Top, bottom, front… and back."

His last words left Narcissa in shock. Offering herself up was certainly one idea, but to go that far. Could she, only having intercourse for the sake of reproducing before, go that far?

"I—I..." Narcissa gulped and stuttered, feeling Ron's sizeable bulge pressing against her belly, like an iron rod.

She quickly stepped to the side, rushing to the door with a flushed face, "T-Thank you for all the help, Mr. Weasley… I-I will wait to hear from Sirius."

"But." Ron had more to say, holding her by one arm. He had crossed all lines already, so he didn't want to give up now. "If you can prove to me that you won't falter and betray… I have plenty of ways… to help."

Amelia will be the Minister for Magic soon, after all.

"You, and perhaps even help Draco… both." Ron finished speaking, throwing her own game back at her. He stepped to the door, opening it, "It was a pleasure meeting you."

With a conflicted expression, Narcissa stared at Ron for a long time. She could still feel his hand on her rear, like a phantom touch. She missed that feeling, that feeling of being wanted and protected. But she couldn't get past the confusion of how far she was willing to let him take it. Her body, maybe…. But her dignity?

"And h-how do… how do you want me to prove that?"

Ron shrugged, smiling, "That I'll leave up to you, Mrs. Malfoy. In any case, I wish you safe days ahead."

She nodded and left through the door, her steps short and slow. Somewhere in her heart, she knew the answer and the easiest way to prove it. But how could she stoop that low, a proud Malfoy… but was there anything left to be proud of as a Malfoy?

In the end, she went downstairs and left Grimmauld Place. Her brother not even sparing a minute to talk.

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