13

It was an hour later when Harry was sitting in the bath as Narcissa rubbed his back with the enchanted cleaning liquid. Magic was a marvel, and so were the products the solitary Weasley twin had come up with. Harry knew most of those products had been devised by the twins before Fred's premature death, but George was doing a good enough job to carry on with the innovations by himself.

The Fresh-Refresh Bathing Essentials had been a massive hit with the wizarding populace, racking up galleons for both the WWW and Harry who still held a third of the stock.

He made himself comfortable in the bath with his hands leaning on the edges on either side as Narcissa sat behind him, rubbing the thick potion over his back. Her hands slowly came around, rubbing the potion all over his front and Harry relished the feel of her lovely tits that she rubbed all over his back. Her wet body was sinful, and her wet hair dangled over his shoulder as she leaned forward, soaping up his crotch and rubbing it. She was one meticulous woman, he had to admit.

"What have you decided about the other women, my lord?" She asked softly, her hot breath ghosting over his ear and Harry could feel himself getting hard again. Narcissa noticed and smirked as she began stroking his cock with her hand covered in bubbles while the other hand fondled his balls.

Harry forced himself to think, which was not easy considering the ministrations of this buxom blonde. Her tits were squashed against his back, and her hands were showing no signs of relenting either. It was as if she was hellbent on coaxing as much seed out of him as she could before more women entered the fray.

"I surely am going to go ahead with that, and there are a few names I have in mind. Witches who I know very well and are very capable, both magically and otherwise."

"Nothing less than you deserve," Narcissa whispered in agreement. "I can think of several. Even though a few of them might have fallen from grace after the war, there is no denying the beauty or abilities of those women."

"I assume you are talking about women from formerly Death Eater families?"

"Not all were directly involved. Most of them were in the same situation I was – having no choice but to follow because we belonged to those families. When the war ended and the families were persecuted, many of them have been having a hard time."

"I see. You want me to somehow rescue them and make them indebted to myself, am I right?"

Narcissa smiled and dropped a soft kiss along the side of his neck.

"That could be one way, or you could perhaps catch them in the act and force them to submit? I can think of a few who would fit that criteria nicely, and I can see you find this idea more interesting," she whispered, feeling how his hardened cock throbbed in her hand at the suggestion.

"You know what?" He rasped in a gravelly voice as he took her hand and quickly turned her around, pulling her onto his lap so that her back was against his chest. Narcissa let out a surprised yelp as her pussy was planted right over his hard member. "I think it is a very good idea, and I'm sure I could count on your help."

Narcissa felt him grab her large, gravity-defying tits and squeeze harshly, and she relished the dominating treatment her lover gave her. As he mauled her tits, she turned her head to the side and looked behind her at his face that was mere inches away from hers.

"Always, my lord," she replied with a sultry grin as he slammed his lips against hers.

-Break-

One benefit of having a borderline criminal as your lover was the knowledge of where the other criminals frequently made a pit stop. As such, it was not tough for Harry to spot what was obviously a crime scene.

'At least Cissa had the consideration to do it in a wizard's shop, shady it might be,' he thought, staring at his target who had chosen to pawn off the artifacts in the muggle world.

Harry could easily guess the reason. Unlike the wizarding world, there were fewer auror patrols in the muggle world since it was so vast and despite the auror force being a force to be reckoned with now, it was still not too large in terms of personnel.

Second, no one in the muggle world knew the plight of old pureblood families in Wizarding Britain, and as such, the shopkeepers would not quote a deliberately lower price to take advantage of those who needed the money.

Third, and most important, was the value the muggles put in artifacts that looked like antique objects from centuries ago. It was much more than what they were valued at in the wizarding world, where the value was decided based on enchantments. The muggles, however, put stock in what the object was made of and what it looked like. The more valuable and intricate the build was, the more price it fetched.

Harry understood that, but there was no denying that this was a crime – plain and simple. These were dark or borderline dark artifacts. Even though the muggles could not use them because they needed magic to be activated, there was no telling what enchantment an object carried. It could be catastrophic, and Harry cursed himself for this silly oversight.

He had disguised himself as a regular muggle wearing a jeans and jacket combination with boots – something nondescript in this part of the city and he aimlessly trailed behind the woman. He scoffed at her posture – haughty as always.

'Lost their teeth, but didn't lose their nature, it seems,' he thought to himself. He could not wait to properly break this woman under him. It was nothing less than she deserved after everything she had done ever since they were eleven.

He knew she was all bark and no bite, and it was not surprising that she had not noticed him. He walked a few paces behind her at a sedate pace, quietly observing her. She was covered from neck to toe, a puffer coat covering her body that came down to below her knees. He did not need to be an auror to discern that she was hiding several artifacts underneath that coat. It was a cold day in Birmingham, more than usual, so her attire made perfect sense. He had to give her at least that. She had chosen a good day to do this. No one would bat an eye upon seeing her attire. At least no one who either knew her or was aware of what she was usually involved in.

It was not a sustainable source of income – trying to pawn off magical artifacts. You were bound to run out of them soon. However, desperate times called for desperate measures. He looked around and saw that they were entering the shady part of the town on its outskirts, and he decided to nip the bud quickly.

The moment she turned the corner and entered the deserted alley covered in snow, Harry twisted on the spot and appeared right in front of her. The woman failed to stop and walked into him. Her eyes widened in alarm as she stepped back.

"Long time no see," he said with a grin.

"P-Potter!?" She stammered, her eyes wide in surprise and fear. "W-what are you d-doing here?"

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