Narcissa was many things, but she was not a fool. After her husband got shipped off to Azkaban she had divorced him and convinced Draco to also disown the man, a cold but calculated move to spare them from the life long prisoner's shadow.
Next she started rehabilitating there image, playing off of Harry's good will for helping his survive she also convinced people it was her and Draco that kept Luna relatively well kept while in there dungeons and took on the post for the new Transfiguration professor while McGonagall became Headmistress.
Still though a working life with an acceptable image was not where she wanted her life to be, she knew she was exceptional, she deserved to be pampered and revered. And she knew just how to do that because she was no fool, she did not take what other people said for fact nor was she swayed by appearances.
So over the next few months she watched, and plotted, and listened, so she knew even if no one else did just what kind of man Harry Potter was, the type of man that wanted to be putty for a 'superior' woman. It didn't matter that he had beautiful eyes, a decent body, a lot of money, and amazing magic, he loved it every time a woman took charge, got just a bit enthralled every time his mudblood friend told him to study or his wanna-be girlfriend demanded more from him.
And so Narcissa knew, because she wasn't a fool, that with just a bit of effort and a good amount of sex she'd have him eating out of her hand, or rather eating her pussy on command. Maybe she'd marry the boy and take him as her pet husband, maybe she'd share him with a likeminded woman, maybe she'd bare him a child and **** him to take care of it, or maybe all of the above and more, but regardless she would make him take care of all her problems before Christmas hit.
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