Harry Potter let out a deep sigh as he shuffled through the papers covering the desk he was seated at. When he had planned for becoming a future ruler he had no idea it would entail so much paperwork .
"No wonder there has never been a truly successful Dark Lord, they always get stuck with this crap…" he muttered in annoyance, perhaps he could make Lucius do it, the man was still itching to continue apologizing after all.
Suddenly the door to the office burst open, and four individuals entered, two of them being very giggly and dragging the other two along.
"Ginny I can't believe you did that!"
Said redhead shrugged, before pulling the door shut and giving a slight wave towards Harry, "Oh shush Hermione it was funny, plus he was being a prat."
"Yes, and now he is…"
"Oooo here is perfect!" Luna interrupted, as she dragged a, somewhat frightened, Gabrielle Delacour over to where the remaining Potter was seated. "Excuse me, my Lord." she happily remarked, before wheeling his chair backwards, and promptly shoving the young Veela under the desk. Ginny immediately giggled in excitement, before pushing an outraged, bookworm under and climbing in with the others. The blonde went under last, before grabbing his chair and pulling it back to where he had been moments prior.
The emerald-eyed boy merely blinked a few times in confusion, before shrugging and going back to work.
'Lucius would definitely be the best choice for the paperwork, although with all of the Death Eaters sitting around being utterly useless I could just as easily make use of a few of them…' he mused in thought, before the door was promptly slammed open, once again, and in stomped an enraged older Death Eater, whose hair had been colored pink and face covered in so much makeup that a clown would be jealous.
"You little…" the words died on his lips as he stared back at a rather annoyed Harry Potter. "Uhm… uh… excuse me my Lord but uh… you haven't by chance seen four young girls… have you?"
The boy-who-lived swept the, relatively empty, room with has gaze before quirking up an eyebrow. "Do you see anyone else in here?"
"Uh… no but uhm… you wouldn't by chance be able to help find…"
"Oh yes of course I can." the teen happily replied, earning a nod of appreciation from the man, and a silent, sharp, inhale from one of the girls currently seated by his legs. "Let me just stop planning for my eventual takeover of the Ministry and Wizengamot so that I can help a fully-grown adult hunt down a group of four teenagers who, apparently, pranked him."
"They uh… weren't all teenagers…"
Harry's expression fell into one of annoyance, and the man promptly took that as his cue to leave.
"No wonder Voldemort never managed to take over the country, he spent his entire time babysitting grown Wizards and Witches…"
Hermione let out a sigh of relief, "Thank you my Lord…" before she began pushing his chair out, only to have her wrists captured by Luna.
"Hermione, we can't just leave ! Harry protected us… we really should thank him…"
...
"My Lord? I was hoping to speak with you for a moment."
Harry turned from where he had been packing to see Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway to the bedroom he had been using, clad in rather tight robes with an uncertain look on her face.
"Yes?"
"I… wish to apologize for my behavior towards you, last year especially. I understand you are planning on leaving." He nodded, after the events surrounding Fleur and her sister had been revealed Harry had promptly inquired about housing from his godfather and earned an instant confirmation that the Black mansions would easily be changed up for their residence, along with future meetings. This had earned a mental gulp from the woman, and her husband, knowing how badly it would damage their, and by extension Draco's, future prestige if they chased off their Lord due to rudeness in their own home.
"I assure you that is not necessary, your friends are more than welcome to stay for as long as they wish."
"Yes, but I feel it would be rather counter-productive if they are treated poorly by you and your guests. After all the former Death Eaters are supposed to be my followers now, it would be a shame for me to have to slaughter them less than a week after their oaths of loyalty."
Narcissa bit her lip, shifting a bit awkwardly at the blatant threat. "I will personally ensure your friends are not treated poorly, I… that is all three members of my family hope you will consider staying."
The raven-haired boy gave a shrug, his gaze piercing into her own, peering into her very soul. "There is something else you wanted."
It wasn't a question, but a statement, and one that made the matron slightly weak in the legs. She took another step in, before closing the door behind her. Nearby a snowy-white owl watched on with amusement, and a bit of vengeance in her eyes.
"I was hoping to… swear my loyalties to you, and to hopefully make up for my husband's transgressions…"
"Oh?"
His tone urged her on, and yet remained deceptively neutral. She was sure he knew what she was offering, but perhaps wanted something a bit more obvious. "Yes, it is tradition in Pureblood society to offer one's spouse, betrothed, or even offspring, to their Lord as a gesture of loyalty."
"And so, you are offering yourself to prove your loyalty hm?"
She nodded, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. It really was all Lucius' fault though, if the man hadn't royally screwed up their future, or had simply practiced the more physical portion of their own marriage, then she wouldn't be acting like such a shy schoolgirl.
"And why…" he questioned, stalking towards the woman, "would I want someone who is giving themselves to prove a point ?"
"I…"
He was next to her now, and slowly circled her frozen figure, " Unless, you are doing this for some… other reason? Perhaps your husband isn't quite meeting… expectations?"
"N-no…"
"No what?" his voice was deeper than she remembered it, husky even, and sent delightful shivers down to places she had ignored for so many years.
"He hasn't touched me in so long…"
His hand reached out, hovering an inch above her dress, sweeping across as if imaging what she felt like, "What a shame… to not enjoy such a… figure ."
Narcissa barely bit back a whimper.
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