Harry wakes up the next morning strangely refreshed. As he stands up, Harry looks down at the foot of his bed and almost passes out. There lies Narcissa Malfoy, naked as the day she was born.

Damn, he thinks to himself, that wasn’t a dream after all!

Harry quietly sneaks to his dresser and fetches a change of clothes before heading to the shower.

On the way to the bathroom, Harry notes that all the Dursley’s are still asleep.

Harry’s about half-way through his shower when he hears the door open. He turns to see what looks like a dark haired female enter the room. As he open his mouth, Bellatrix says, “Don’t worry master, it’s just me.”

Bellatrix steps into the shower with Harry and takes the soap from his hand. She’s very thorough in her washing of him, but she’s careful to avoid certain areas of his anatomy. Finally, she soaps up her hand and takes Harry’s erect cock and begins to jack him off.

Harry’s surprise weakens his control to the point where he loses control in less then a minute, with enough force to leave his head spinning.

After he regains his scattered wits, Harry and Bellatrix step out of the shower and she dries him off before doing the same to herself.

The pair smells coffee brewing as they step out of the bathroom, fully dressed. They slowly head down to the kitchen to find Narcissa already at the stove making a good sized breakfast with Dudley and Petunia sitting at the table with food in front of them.

Bella goes over and pours out two cups of coffee while Harry sits down with his relatives.

Dudley is staring lecherously at Bellatrix until Harry gives him a very light kick in the shin. The boy opens his mouth to speak as he looks at Harry and then promptly closes it when he sees Harry’s glare. Shortly thereafter, Dudley quits the table, after eating much less then is normal.

The sisters join Harry and Petunia right after Dudley leaves. Petunia stands up as Harry’s getting ready to dig in. “Just a moment aunt Petunia.”

Petunia looks at her nephew for a moment before she sits back down. “Yes boy, what is it?”

Harry sighs, “Aunt Petunia, I need your assistance today.” Before she can respond, Harry continues, “There’s more to my situation with the Black’s then them simply being my guardians. For lack of a better term, they’re my property; because of a spell I did, they’re bound to me and will do whatever I tell them. Do you understand so far?”

“Yes, except how my help would be needed.”

Harry reaches up and massages the bridge of his nose, “I need your help with a small matter of discipline. You see, last night Narcissa broke one of my only rules and as punishment, I’m more or less giving her to you for the day.”

Petunia arches an eyebrow, “What would you have me do?”

The two make eye contact, “You can do whatever you wish to with her, so long as neither Dudley nor Vernon try and touch them.”

“Anything I want?”

Harry nods his head and almost breaks out laughing at his aunt’s expectant face.

Petunia stands up, “Please follow me.” She then leads the blonde upstairs and shortly, Harry hears a door close.

Bellatrix laughs, “I doubt that we’ll be seeing those two for a while master.” Harry looks at Bellatrix and she continues, “Master, I can easily recognize the look of a woman who’s gone for far too long without any form of release except for her hand.”

Harry blushes at the thought of his aunt in need of… relief.

Bellatrix looks at Harry with raw hunger in her eyes, “Master, she’s not the only woman in the house in need of relief.”

Harry swallows loudly and despite the hand job he got in the shower, he can feel his cock starting to harden.

“Would you please help me master?”

Harry can barely nod his head yes, so Bellatrix takes him by the hand and leads them up to his room.

After the door is closed, Harry can but stare as Bellatrix quickly divests herself of her clothing. As she bends over the end of Harry’s bed, she looks at the mesmerized teen. “What’s wrong master?”

At her words, Harry starts to intently study his shoes.

After a moment, Bella stands up and walks over to Harry. She reaches a hand out gently tips his head up, “Master, is there a problem?”

“It’s just that I haven’t… you know, before, except before the spell was cast.”

Bellatrix looks at Harry in astonishment, “You mean that the time with Cissa and me was your first time?”

Harry nods his head glumly. “Alright master, if you wish, I’ll instruct you as much as I can.”

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it.”

Bellatrix pulls Harry further into the room and closes the door before quickly stripping Harry down to the buff. She then resumes her place at the end of the bed. She looks over at her master and says, “You’ll need to be over here,” in a slightly teasing voice.

Harry hesitantly walks over to behind Bella and waits for her to continue.

Bella says, “Now grab my hips.” As Harry does, she reaches back, grabs Harry’s shaft, and positions it at her pussy. “Good, now push your hips forward.”

After the head of Harry’s cock penetrates her, Bella releases him and braces herself as the long forgotten sensations overtake her.