Sun-kissed Seduction CH.1

Narcissa Malfoy couldn't stop bouncing on her feet as she counted down the minutes until six o'clock. The reason for her excitement was that her son, Draco, was finally coming home from Hogwarts after almost a year away.

A week ago, when she received his letter, Narcissa was surprised to learn that Draco wanted to bring a friend home for the holidays. At first, she was shocked, as she didn't know Draco was particularly close with anyone at school. But ultimately, she wanted to spend the holidays with her son and allowed him to bring a friend.

"Draco! Oh, baby, you're home," Narcissa exclaimed as the front door opened and her son walked inside.

"Ow! Easy, Mother. Easy," Draco winced as his overly-excited mother rushed him and crushed him in a hug.

For the next minute, Narcissa kept embracing Draco, squeezing him until his bones started protesting before finally pulling away. As she stepped back from her son, Narcissa realized that he had come into the house alone.

"Where's your friend, Draco? I thought you said he was coming with you?" she asked her son, curious.

Draco looked behind him and was surprised to see that Harry hadn't come inside the house with him.

"Harry, where the hell are you, dude?" He called out to his friend in an exasperated voice.

Narcissa's heart skipped a beat as she got her first look at her son's best friend. Harry Potter walked into her sitting room with a gait reminiscent of a lion. From his sparkling green eyes to his windswept black hair, everything about Draco's friend screamed mischief and danger.

As she kept staring at Draco's best friend, Narcissa couldn't help but think that compared to her son's boyish appearance, Harry Potter already seemed like a man.

"What the hell, Draco?! Are those all real peacocks out there?" Harry asked his best friend in disbelief. "What do you even do with them, man?"

Draco shook his head in bemusement at Harry's question and turned to introduce his mother to his best friend.

"Mum, this is my best friend Harry Potter. Harry, this is my mum, Lady Narcissa Malfoy." Draco said as he made the introductions.

Harry turned to focus on Draco's mother and his face split into a charming smile as he noticed the beautiful woman standing before him.

Narcissa Malfoy was a beautiful woman, with long, sleek blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The older witch was dressed in a low-cut, expensive blue robe that hugged her slender figure perfectly, highlighting her delicate curves and slender waist.

Narcissa found herself blushing like a teenager as Harry stared at her for a minute before bending down and kissing the back of her hand.

"It's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry whispered to her in a husky voice.

Narcissa felt her heartbeat quicken at Harry's smooth voice and she had to shake her head to clear her suddenly hazy thoughts. "I-It's nice to meet you too, Harry. Draco has told me a lot about you," she replied to him in a stuttering voice.

Once the introductions were done, Narcissa led the two of them to the dining room where the elves had prepared all of Draco's favorite dishes to celebrate his coming home.

During the entire dinner, Narcissa couldn't help but feel Harry's eyes on her, but she tried not to think too much about it.

The next morning, Draco decided to go flying on the Quidditch pitch and begged his mother to join him. Despite her son's multiple requests, there was no way Narcissa was going to join him in the air. After all, she hated the way brooms made her feel unsafe. Instead, she decided to spend her time sitting on a sun lounger reading her favorite novel.

Half an hour later, Narcissa looked up from her book as Harry strolled onto the pitch dressed only in a pair of shorts. The older witch found herself biting her bottom lip as she gazed in awe at Harry's six-pack abs and large biceps.

"Harry, you're up!" Draco exclaimed excitedly as he saw his best friend approaching the Quidditch pitch. "Come on, let's go get you a broom. I think I have a Nimbus 2000 in the shed."

"I don't really feel like flying today, Draco," Harry yelled back to the energetic blonde in an apologetic voice.

"Oh, c'mon Harry! Don't be like that," Draco pleaded as he brought his broom down and closer to the pitch. "Can't you see how beautiful the day is? The sun is shining and there's not a cloud in the sky."

"I know. I know, Draco. I just thought I'd spend some time with your mother instead," Harry explained to his friend with a shrug. "Besides, last night we didn't really get a chance to know each other, you know?"

Draco groaned in response to Harry's answer. "Fine, but you're missing out on some epic flying, dude," he said in a petulant voice and went back to flying on his own.

While Harry and Draco were having a conversation, Narcissa was busy feasting her eyes on her guest's magnificent body. However, in her excitement, she failed to act subtly and was caught in the act by Harry.

Narcissa's face turned red in embarrassment as she realized she had just been caught staring. So, to avoid embarrassing herself anymore, she quickly hid behind her book.

Harry smirked as he noticed Narcissa's flustered state. It seemed like he wouldn't need to do too much before she would be all over him.

"Mrs. Malfoy, have you not applied any sunscreen?" Harry asked Narcissa all of a sudden, as he noticed the absence of protection on her skin.

Narcissa lowered her book and let out a weary sigh, shooting Harry a nervous look. It seemed that despite her prayers she wouldn't be able to escape having a conversation with him. "No, I guess I must have forgotten to bring some with me," she told Harry reluctantly.

"Oh! Well, that shouldn't be a problem at all," Harry replied, his eyes gleaming wickedly as he pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from his shorts. "I have some with me right here."

Narcissa thought about refusing Harry's offer, but she knew that he wouldn't let it go. In the end, she decided that it would be better to just get it over with.

"Fine. If you insist, then I guess I'll rub some on my body," she acquiesced finally.

Narcissa's heartbeat stuttered a little as in response to her answer Harry threw her a crooked smile.

However, as she reached forward to grab the bottle, Harry playfully pulled it back. "Perhaps it would be best if I applied it for you, Mrs. Malfoy. It can be quite difficult to reach your own back."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble you, Harry. I can manage it myself," Narcissa tried to protest, but Harry was having none of it. "It's no trouble at all, Mrs. Malfoy. I'm more than happy to help," he insisted as he squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen into his hand and sat down behind her.

However, before he could start rubbing the lotion into Narcissa's skin, Harry suddenly noticed her shirt. "You might want to take your shirt off, Mrs. Malfoy. It will be easier for me to apply the sunscreen to your back that way."

Narcissa saw the challenge in Harry's eyes and this time, she was determined not to back down. "I guess you're right, Harry. The shirt will just get in the way," she replied with a sweet smile.

Despite her brave words, Narcissa hesitated for a moment before she started unbuttoning her shirt. The older witch realized that things were getting into dangerous territory, but that thought just excited her even more.

Once her shirt was fully unbuttoned, Narcissa gently pulled it off her body and handed it to Harry, revealing a sexy white bathing suit underneath.

This time, it was Harry's turn to become completely speechless. The young wizard couldn't help but stare for a moment as Narcissa's toned back came into view before he slowly shook his head and focused back on the task at hand.

Narcissa waited with bated breath as Harry slowly rubbed his hands together before he finally started to rub the sunscreen onto her skin, his touch light and gentle as he glided his hands over her back and shoulders.

As Harry's hands covered her upper back and moved down to her lower back, Narcissa couldn't help the strange feeling that began to stir within her. Harry's fingers were strumming her body like a violin as he danced them lightly over her silky, smooth skin, making her feel like she was in heaven and causing all traces of worry to disappear from her face.

Soon, Harry had applied the sunscreen to all of Narcissa's back, but he wasn't done yet. "We still have to do your front, Mrs. Malfoy," he told her with a wide smile.

Narcissa couldn't decide whether she should be glad or unhappy that it wasn't over yet. In the end, she didn't get much time to ponder as Harry's voice pulled her from her inner thoughts.

"Please turn around, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry whispered to her in a highly seductive voice.

Narcissa hesitated at first, but then she turned around and faced Harry. And almost immediately, she knew that she had just made a big mistake.

Narcissa found herself looking like a deer in headlights as Harry's face was suddenly just a few inches away from hers. The blonde found herself breathing heavily as she realized just how close she was to Harry's lips. Thankfully, before she could make a huge mistake she managed to bring herself under control. After all, already things between them were out of her comfort zone, but now with them so close and being face-to-face it was even more intimate.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Malfoy? You look a little flushed," Harry asked her with fake concern on his face.

"No, it's nothing," Narcissa replied. But despite her best efforts to play it cool, she could feel her palms sweating and her heart pounding in her chest.

Harry decided not to push her any longer. Instead, he focused his attention on Narcissa's lovely body and began massaging his hands on the skin just below her neck.

Narcissa tried to focus only on her breathing, so even as Harry's magical fingers made her see stars behind her eyes, she kept telling herself to just keep breathing. In and out. In and out.

Sometime in the last few minutes, Narcissa's nipples had become hard and she blushed red with embarrassment as she realized that Harry could see them poking against her bra.

Despite the embarrassing situation, Narcissa was determined not to let Harry see her nervousness. Instead, she decided to be bold and adventurous and thrust her chest out, focusing most of her attention on trying to enjoy the moment.

As Harry's hands glided over the valley between her breasts, Narcissa couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. Unfortunately, for some reason, Harry didn't linger there for longer than necessary and kept moving down to her middle.

Narcissa hummed in pleasure as Harry's hands moved down to her stomach and began gently caressing her toned belly. The older witch couldn't help but feel guilty for taking so much pleasure in it.

Harry decided that it was time to take things up a notch and he suddenly slipped his fingers inside Narcissa's white panties, rubbing them over her hooded clit.

Narcissa snapped out of her pleasure-induced haze and gave Harry a panicked look.

"What are you doing, Harry?" she whispered to him in a hushed voice.

Harry's eyebrows drew together and he gave Narcissa a puzzled look. "Does that not feel good, Mrs. Malfoy? I thought you might enjoy it," he answered as his fingers started stroking circles on her small button.

"Harry, please, you need to stop," Narcissa's voice took on a pleading tone as her body started shaking from pleasure. "What if Draco sees us?"

"Draco's too busy flying. He's not going to notice anything," Harry answered her in a carefree voice as he dropped all pretenses and started rolling his fingers faster and faster.

Narcissa bit her lip to keep from moaning like a whore as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

Even in her wildest dreams, Narcissa had never expected Harry to be so bold. Earlier, when she had agreed to his request, she had imagined that he wouldn't do anything too dangerous with Draco being right above them in the sky. But apparently, she had underestimated this gorgeous young man. Harry was definitely a lot more daring and bold than she had given him credit for. Not that Narcissa was going to complain too much, especially when his fast and rapid fingers felt so good moving against her sensitive button.

"Oh, that feels so good," Narcissa moaned, not realizing she had spoken out loud.

Harry's lips curled up in a pleased smile at Narcissa's admission.

"Well, if it feels so good, then why are you fighting so hard, Mrs. Malfoy? Just try to enjoy the moment, okay?" he whispered in her ear.

Narcissa bit her lips in indecision. The gorgeous MILF glanced up at the sky, searching for her son Draco, but luckily for her, he was too busy shooting goals into the three large hoops in the air. Once she was certain that Draco wouldn't notice her absence, Narcissa turned back to Harry and gave him a lovely smile.

"What do you say we get out of here, Harry?" she asked him with a hungry look in her eyes.

Harry's cock jumped inside his shorts as he realized Narcissa's intentions and quickly jumped to his feet.

"I think that's a splendid idea, Mrs. Malfoy. Let's go," he cheered in delight.

Narcissa giggled as Harry grabbed her hand and started leading her back to the Malfoy Manor.