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"Master?" Narcissa called out. "Where did you go?"

Harry stated, "In the den behind the desk."

Harry sees the familiar arrogant look on her face but see a small box in her hands. "What did you find?" Narcissa lays the box before him on the desk then moves around the desk before kneeling at his side.

"He thought he could hide his pathetic treasures from me but mother knows best, Sir." She says as she reaches out for him knowing the general area of her master.

Harry starts to go the through the contents of the box, finding what appears to be a journal, and several pornographic pictures. Setting the journal aside for the time being he focused on the pictures. 5 in total Harry noticed 2 trends, firstly 4 of the five pictures the woman in the photo was blonde and about the same age as Narcissa. Only one was of younger brunette like Pansy. The second thing he noticed as he watched the never ending sex scene play out in the photos was if the man in the picture was dark haired he was dominanting the woman, but the reverse was true if the man was a blonde.

Harry couldn't help but to bust out laughing at what he had found. He pushes away from the desk and says, "Get under the desk and cloak." Throwing the cloak over his **** as he moves back when she is under the desk.

"Service me ****" he says and Narcissa immediately works on freeing his hardening cock. Harry chuckles to himself inwardly as he pictures what anyone else would see or hear if they walked into the room with the only sound coming from the blowjob he was getting from the blonde milf. Harry pocketed the journal to review at a later time rested and enjoyed the mouth of his **** and planned out in his head what his next steps would be. What could be done publicly and what needed to stay private at least for now.

As he cums down the throat of his fucktoy he says with a grunt, "I think it is time you schedule to give an interview to tell your story to the wizarding world ****."