HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

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Just as I planned, I noted as I took a few more pictures. "Now, the same pose, but turn your back to me."

Distracted by the latest realization, she failed to realize just how shorter the skirt had become when she pulled to overcompensate for the cleavage. 

With the dress riding upwards, I was treated with the perfect view of her pussy, its shining wetness a good confirmation about her particular inclination of following orders. 

I took a few quick photos before ordering her to stand up for another, more conservative pose. I would have liked to continue in that pose, of course, but unfortunately, it wasn't worth the risk.

"I think we can call it a day," I said with a smile, noticing a discernible expression of disappointment passing through her face. 

Another sign that I wasn't the only one that enjoyed the proceedings. 

"You were an amazing model, Nicole, and an absolute delight to work with." I left the camera fixed on the tripod and took a few steps towards her. 

"Now why don't you give me a hug, it's traditional."

"If it's traditional," she murmured in reticence, standing passively as I walked towards them. 

Her arms rose, wrapping tight around my shoulder, and I put mine on the small of her back. I would have preferred to slide it under her skirt to molest her poorly covered bottom, but unfortunately, that wasn't a possibility. 

Instead, I focused on the sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest, barely reduced by the soft fabric of the dress. 

It was a long hug, one that would be awkward if her hold was any looser, but with the mood she was in, it wasn't hard to guess I wasn't the only one enjoying it.

"Anyway," I said as I unwrapped my arms around her. "I need to process the photos, but we can go over them after dinner, before I send them out. Would that work for you?" She nodded. 

"Also," I asked. "I don't have any time to go out for dinner. It wouldn't be a bother if I joined you for the dinner, right?" I received another nod, then she turned and climbed upwards. 

In her distracted state, she had managed to miss the effect it would have when she walked upstairs while wearing a short dress made shorter by her fixing, especially since her panties lay forgotten in my impromptu dressing room.

My new tenancy was going to be more fun than I had initially envisioned, I realized as I watched the amazing view my landlady created.

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As Narcissa disappeared behind the door of the dressing room, I looked around, trying to spot the sales assistant. 

"Perfect," I murmured when I ascertained that she was away. I stood up and walked towards the door that was closed by Narcissa just a moment ago, hiding behind it as she changed. 

I pushed it open, not even bothering to knock, revealing Narcissa, who was trying to get out of her skirt, her shirt already on the ground. 

"Let me help you mother," I said, ignoring her expression of shock as I reached for her back, unhooking her bra with just a caress.

"Son, you scared me," she said, trembling as my fingers danced over her back. Her arms rose to catch her bra, which, without support, was sliding down, risking to reveal her body to my eyes. 

I would have stopped her from doing that, but decided to use the opportunity to take a step closer to her, and put my fingers over the zipper that was holding her skirt in place.

"Sorry, mom," I answered, aware that my expression didn't match my words at all. Not that Narcissa looked like she was paying attention to that, distracted by the slow clicks that filled the room as I dragged her zipper down in a deliberate slowness. 

"Since you are not familiar with the muggle-style clothing, I thought you might appreciate my help." 

My fingers dragged over her skin that was hidden under her skirt, while the said piece of cloth slid to its freedom and pooled around her feet.

"No-, of course not," she stammered in hurry, quick to inform me about the lack of her objection, like her quickening breath and aroused gaze wasn't enough, even when tinged with fear of getting caught.

"Good," I said as my fingers hooked around her panties, pulling them down slightly.

"Draco?" she murmured in confusion, looking at my fingers as I dragged her panties down. 

She looked like she would have preferred to grab it to prevent its descent, but I had taught her better than directly interfering with my actions. "Why are you removing them?"

"To make the dress fit better on you, of course," I answered. "You don't want ugly lines from your underwear to disrupt the beautiful sight this dress would provide, do you?"

"Of course not," she said in a manner that she doubtlessly thought as resigned, but from the mirror, I could see her slit glistening with arousal, telling me that her words were nothing more than a vain attempt to hide her excitement.

"Good, now let's get rid of the bra." I brought my hand over her chest, and pulled the bra off between her unresisting fingers, a move that left my arm wrapped around her, and she stood directly in front of me. 

Never one to miss such an opportunity, I pushed my hips forward until my erection was safely nested between her cheeks. 

It was tempting to push her forward until her tits were smashed against the mirror, impaling her mercilessly, but I held back. Instead, I whispered into her ear. "Look at the mirror."

She did, captivated by the view of her naked beauty, my body pressing against her from behind in a promise that begged to be fulfilled. 

And truthfully, I was tempted to do just that, enticed by the idea of taking the premier pureblood Narcissa Malfoy on the floor of a mundane department store, but I didn't want all the effort that went into picking the dress to go to waste.

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