"I don't even like dealing in potions. But, my father assures me it's a class that I need." Merlin was sitting in a satin covered chair in Narcissa Malfoy's room, his eyes moving over her body as she paraded around in her knickers, preparing herself for her day as a trophy wife.
He let his eyes move over her body for a moment, then smirked to himself. Narcissa was gorgeous. "He's informed me that during the Hogsmeade trip this weekend, I have to stay behind and practice."
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