Harry Potter Promise NR.11 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.11

... courteously, his voice even. Narcissa took a deep breath and looked at her… what was he? They weren't really friends, she had to admit. She respected him, and he was allied with those her husband had laid down his allegiance to, but they weren't friends. "You have told me that I can trust you, Severus. I find that hard to believe, as we were both in Slytherin. Cunning and resourceful. Why should I believe that you would not sell me out if it is advantageous of you to do so." Snape had to hold in a chuckle. He was used to Narcissa deferring to her husband, but that didn't mean she was dimwitted. He nodded slowly, and spoke when he knew she would not catch the amusement in his voice. "I have no wish to rat you out to anyone, Narcissa. Perhaps it would be better if you were to tell me what thoughts you have that may seem treasonous." Narcissa glared, but couldn't help the answer from coming. Severus was good at saying everything and nothing, but after meeting with him in private several times over the last few months, she believed she could tell him her feelings and he wouldn't rat her out, even if he didn't agree. He had gone out of his way to assure her that he was there for her. He had even suggested the possibility of seeking safety in her maiden House! As if Sirius would ever allow that. Though she couldn't deny the twinge of sadness at the thought that returning to the Black family was impossible. "Draco has taken the mark. Willingly." Snape grit his teeth and nodded. He ...

... wasn't all that surprised. Narcissa sighed. "I want what is best for my son. But I am not altogether certain the Dark Lord is it." Snape pursed his lips. He was close. Narcissa was almost there. The question was how much he could reveal. Narcissa was a trained Occlumens, so she would be able to keep his secrets, but the nature of spy work was delicate. The more people who knew, the greater the danger. "I have mentioned it before, but you should speak with Black." Narcissa snorted. "Sirius would not accept me back into his family," she replied derisively. Her cousin had denounced anything dark the moment he had run away from the family at sixteen. Snape raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be so sure." Narcisa stared. "What do you know?" she asked suspiciously. Snape sighed. "Black may be more willing than you think. But do not make this decision lightly, Narcissa. If you wish to return to the Black family, you must be willing to denounce the Dark Lord an all he believes in. You must be willing to denounce your son and your husband. Are you?" Narcissa pondered the question for a few minutes. Could she really leave her son and husband behind? If it was the cost of safety and survival, she could do it. They had made their choice. She would make the one that best served her. She looked back at Snape. "I am." Severus held in another sigh as he nodded. "If that is your decision, I will speak with Black. Be aware that he may ask you to prove yourself. He won't trust you, but if you swear ...