*Narcissa Black-- Betrothed to one Lucius Malfoy
*Youngest Black-> Bellatrix is my only sister.
*Fifth year
*Things are never as they seem
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Narcissa felt adrenaline pumping through her veins, she knew she’d been holding it in for much to long but for once she would simply give in to desire. Narcissa knew exactly what she wanted from him. Her hand traveled down his torso until it reached the staff of his cock, she began to rub it beneath his trousers, cupping him against her palm. She snarled through the bites, her body giving way to his attack, practically melting against him, flesh reddening beneath his bare teeth.
He growled threateningly at her light touch; he wanted more, so much more. Lucius’ hands clawed at her clothes, the fabric ripping as he pulled it apart at the seams, throwing it to the ground in shambles— really, he didn’t care. His fingers hooked in her panties, pulling them down quickly. Lucius kicked her legs apart, one finger finding her entrance and plunging in, followed by another. He could tell within an instant that she was ready for him.
Her mouth gaped open and she almost protested at the treatment of her dress. Torn and ripped apart by this man who knew exactly what he wanted and went for it.Her legs spread when his knee made contact, her entrance slicked and ready. She bucked forward as his fingers dove inside her digging her long finger nails deep into his skin. With her legs spread wide Lucius pushed her to where the staircase was, she lifted her leg against them, proving him the most advantageous position.
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Out of the three black sisters, Narcissa was the one who could control her temper the best. The one who would keep under the radar and not let her anger boil over, always the quiet one who seldom resorted to yelling. It was the fact that one person— one named Lucius Malfoy could fill her with such rage in a matter of seconds that made it completely unbearable. She loathed the situation she was in, standing in front of that retched man who no matter what always seemed to smug, only making her angrier. Where does he get the nerve?
He told her not to leave, to listen to reason-as if he had an idea of what it was. Narcissa wasn’t about to end this peacefully, Lucius had lost all privilege to that. “I am leaving.” She spoke with nearly gritted teeth, not wanting to bear the thought of the sneer that came over her face. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” She turned, flicking her hair behind her and making her way towards the door, where she turned to leer at him with a piercing glaze before bolting out.
Lucius raged, his blood boiling. She was not leaving him after all the shit he had gone through for her. He had finally agreed to be a good fiance, a good betrothed— he’d told her about Ravenna and this was her response? How bloody typical of a woman— for a moment, for one moment, he thought that she was rational— that she could think before jumping to conclusions. Of course not. He flew down the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the silent chamber. He stopped her near the entrance, trapping her between the door and the winding staircase that lead down to the common room. “You’re not leaving, Narcissa,” he hissed, his pale hand slipping around her dainty wrist.
Narcissa took a step back, startled for a moment before he restrained her rest. “Let. Me. Go!” she hissed, striking him against the chest. “Let me go Lucius! I’m going to fucking-” Narcissa rarely cursed,”kill you if you don’t let me go!” she yelled. She stopped struggling for a moment to look up at him before slapping him across the face, lashing out again. “Let go of me!”
“Do it,” he bit out, pulling her hand up, feeling the coolness of the wood of her wand pressed against his neck. Lethal. Poised for attack. Nevertheless, Lucius knew better. Narcissa was not like Bellatrix. Not in the least. He had heard the fights that she and Rodolphus used to have— and apparently, now they were happily engaged. Narcissa was nothing like that. She was submissive. But… His eyes flashed with the glint of a threat. Go and do it, they said. Go ahead. It would be interesting, he thought, to see her snap. To see her lash out. Hot.
She continued to press the hard tip of her wand into his throat, her body coiled to spring, to knock him out. But thirty seconds passed and she dropped her wand, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and slamming him violently against the wall. A painting fell and clattered to the floor. Her mouth crushed to his, kissing him feverishly.
He hissed and wound one hand in her long tresses, pulling hard, exposing her pale neck to him. He bit at the flesh there while his free hand grabbed her ass, pulling her against him completely, his hard cock pressing into her soft body through their clothing. He had waited so long, so patiently, to be with her. He wouldn’t wait any longer.
Narcissa felt adrenaline pumping through her veins, she knew she’d been holding it in for much to long but for once she would simply give in to desire. Narcissa knew exactly what she wanted from him. Her hand traveled down his torso until it reached the staff of his cock, she began to rub it beneath his trousers, cupping him against her palm. She snarled through the bites, her body giving way to his attack, practically melting against him, flesh reddening beneath his bare teeth.
(via malfoytoyou-deactivated20110930)
Out of the three black sisters, Narcissa was the one who could control her temper the best. The one who would keep under the radar and not let her anger boil over, always the quiet one who seldom resorted to yelling. It was the fact that one person— one named Lucius Malfoy could fill her with such rage in a matter of seconds that made it completely unbearable. She loathed the situation she was in, standing in front of that retched man who no matter what always seemed to smug, only making her angrier. Where does he get the nerve?
He told her not to leave, to listen to reason-as if he had an idea of what it was. Narcissa wasn’t about to end this peacefully, Lucius had lost all privilege to that. “I am leaving.” She spoke with nearly gritted teeth, not wanting to bear the thought of the sneer that came over her face. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” She turned, flicking her hair behind her and making her way towards the door, where she turned to leer at him with a piercing glaze before bolting out.
Lucius raged, his blood boiling. She was not leaving him after all the shit he had gone through for her. He had finally agreed to be a good fiance, a good betrothed— he’d told her about Ravenna and this was her response? How bloody typical of a woman— for a moment, for one moment, he thought that she was rational— that she could think before jumping to conclusions. Of course not. He flew down the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the silent chamber. He stopped her near the entrance, trapping her between the door and the winding staircase that lead down to the common room. “You’re not leaving, Narcissa,” he hissed, his pale hand slipping around her dainty wrist.
Narcissa took a step back, startled for a moment before he restrained her rest. “Let. Me. Go!” she hissed, striking him against the chest. “Let me go Lucius! I’m going to fucking-” Narcissa rarely cursed,”kill you if you don’t let me go!” she yelled. She stopped struggling for a moment to look up at him before slapping him across the face, lashing out again. “Let go of me!”
“Do it,” he bit out, pulling her hand up, feeling the coolness of the wood of her wand pressed against his neck. Lethal. Poised for attack. Nevertheless, Lucius knew better. Narcissa was not like Bellatrix. Not in the least. He had heard the fights that she and Rodolphus used to have— and apparently, now they were happily engaged. Narcissa was nothing like that. She was submissive. But… His eyes flashed with the glint of a threat. Go and do it, they said. Go ahead. It would be interesting, he thought, to see her snap. To see her lash out. Hot.
She continued to press the hard tip of her wand into his throat, her body coiled to spring, to knock him out. But thirty seconds passed and she dropped her wand, grabbing him by the lapels of his jacket and slamming him violently against the wall. A painting fell and clattered to the floor. Her mouth crushed to his, kissing him feverishly.
(via malfoytoyou-deactivated20110930)
Out of the three black sisters, Narcissa was the one who could control her temper the best. The one who would keep under the radar and not let her anger boil over, always the quiet one who seldom resorted to yelling. It was the fact that one person— one named Lucius Malfoy could fill her with such rage in a matter of seconds that made it completely unbearable. She loathed the situation she was in, standing in front of that retched man who no matter what always seemed to smug, only making her angrier. Where does he get the nerve?
He told her not to leave, to listen to reason-as if he had an idea of what it was. Narcissa wasn’t about to end this peacefully, Lucius had lost all privilege to that. “I am leaving.” She spoke with nearly gritted teeth, not wanting to bear the thought of the sneer that came over her face. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” She turned, flicking her hair behind her and making her way towards the door, where she turned to leer at him with a piercing glaze before bolting out.
Lucius raged, his blood boiling. She was not leaving him after all the shit he had gone through for her. He had finally agreed to be a good fiance, a good betrothed— he’d told her about Ravenna and this was her response? How bloody typical of a woman— for a moment, for one moment, he thought that she was rational— that she could think before jumping to conclusions. Of course not. He flew down the room, his footsteps echoing throughout the silent chamber. He stopped her near the entrance, trapping her between the door and the winding staircase that lead down to the common room. “You’re not leaving, Narcissa,” he hissed, his pale hand slipping around her dainty wrist.
Narcissa took a step back, startled for a moment before he restrained her rest. “Let. Me. Go!” she hissed, striking him against the chest. “Let me go Lucius! I’m going to fucking-” Narcissa rarely cursed,”kill you if you don’t let me go!” she yelled. She stopped struggling for a moment to look up at him before slapping him across the face, lashing out again. “Let go of me!”
(via malfoytoyou-deactivated20110930)
Out of the three black sisters, Narcissa was the one who could control her temper the best. The one who would keep under the radar and not let her anger boil over, always the quiet one who seldom resorted to yelling. It was the fact that one person— one named Lucius Malfoy could fill her with such rage in a matter of seconds that made it completely unbearable. She loathed the situation she was in, standing in front of that retched man who no matter what always seemed to smug, only making her angrier. Where does he get the nerve?
He told her not to leave, to listen to reason-as if he had an idea of what it was. Narcissa wasn’t about to end this peacefully, Lucius had lost all privilege to that. “I am leaving.” She spoke with nearly gritted teeth, not wanting to bear the thought of the sneer that came over her face. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” She turned, flicking her hair behind her and making her way towards the door, where she turned to leer at him with a piercing glaze before bolting out.
Narcissa had spent a little more time making her hair as perfect as possible, although she did enjoy styling her hair in different ways, it seemed pointless if anyone but herself was going to admire it; she would usually at least have Bellatrix there to entertain. She decided on…
And there was the touching. Narcissa isn’t one to touch or be touched, and luckily she kept herself from moving when his fingers grazed her cheek while he arranged misplaced hair. Although Narcissa didn’t like it— that being of course an understatement, she kept her calm and went along with it. She was used to it of course, after all it’s only the proper way to great a lady such as she.
But when someone like him did, it felt like an insult, like she would rather have been slapped across the face. An act. “Letting me decide?” she mused, her eyes traveling elsewhere. “No, not in here. We will be interrupted and I would like to avoid that. Somewhere a bit more private?” she asked, slightly pursing her lips and glancing up at him.
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Andromeda let Cissa grip her shoulders, looking down at the ground. She didn’t want to meet her sister’s gaze. ”I-It doesn’t matter. It’s done.” She got up and walked over to her bed, not taking note of herself in the mirror. She knew she looked terrible. She lay on her bed, wiping away her tears. ”Y-You don’t have to be here. I-I know mummy and father don’t want you n-near me. It’s my p-problem, Cissa, and I-I don’t want to get y-you into trouble too.” She sniffled, rubbing at her eyes.
Narcissa crossed her arms over he chest, ignoring the urge to go and change her shirt immediately. She turned to face her sister and couldn’t help but be revolted by the sight. Although she cared for her, Narcissa would have done her utmost to prevent this from happening. Someone of the Black family looking as pathetic as they did now, broken, by something that Andromeda kept to herself. “You ca not go on like this.” She said simply, “There is no reason for you to be like this.” Narcissa would go on about her status as a pure-blood, but considering the traitor she figured it wouldn’t hold much. “Someone like you shouldn’t be this weak, this vulnerable.” Narcissa had some faith that Andromeda would stop her rebellious ways, even if it wouldn’t take away her traitor status. “And I never thought you to be a weak, Andromeda.”
Narcissa had spent a little more time making her hair as perfect as possible, although she did enjoy styling her hair in different ways, it seemed pointless if anyone but herself was going to admire it; she would usually at least have Bellatrix there to entertain. She decided on something less complex, simply letting her hair down and curling the ends. Narcissa was just about to go for her usual afternoon tea, but this time she would ask Lucius to accompany her. They didn’t speak very often; the only time they talk more than just a small greeting would be anywhere else but Hogwarts. At family parties and dinners, nothing more, and although that didn’t bother Narcissa, it didn’t please her either. And that’s why she why she wanted to speak to him, simply going on as is was almost irritating. She saw him in the common room, not even bothering to pay too much attention to what he was doing. She walked up to him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she did so and afterwards keeping her hands folded in front of her. “Good afternoon, Lucius.” Her voice retained its natural softness, though her tone had a slight edge to it. A sign that she was keeping her guard up around him. “I am about to have some tea, would you like to join me?”
Andromeda continually sobbed into her arms; she had been sad plenty of times, and cried for long periods many times before, but this was different. She didn’t want to have to act or think or move, all she wanted to do was curl into a ball and cry until she felt no longer, until she was so far beyond numb. She knew it was Cissa at the door, and she didn’t know what to say or do to make things seem normal. Her sister put her hand on Andy’s shoulder, and she turned around, burying herself into her sister’s arms. It had been months since she had even spoken with her sister, but that all didn’t matter. Andy needed Cissa.
And all of a sudden Andromeda was buried into Narcissa’s chest, and the best she could do to comfort was lightly place her hands on the back of her neck. Someone had brought Andy to tears, and Narcissa wanted- even needed to kow what happened. She suddenly felt her shirt get moist— Andromeda’s tears were were seeping into her shirt and that’s when Narcissa tensed up, No, no no. I refuse to have a wet shirt. She gripped her sisters shoulders, pulling her off and looking directly into her red puffed up eyes. “Tell me,” he voice was soft, soothing. “What happened- Who did this to you?” she didn’t let her brows get any lower than they already did, for it would make for a very unflattering facial expression.
Andy dragged herself back to her into her room, sitting herself on the chair in front of her vanity. Today was quite possibly the worst day of her life, and her life seemed to be spiraling out of control. She had him, he was hers, and then he just walked out of her life, with no reason, like he did before. She looked into the mirror, and attempted to brush down her hair with her fingers, but gave up. She buried her head in her hands, and rested her head on the desk. She weeped into her arms for what seemed like hours, until she heard a knock, and the door slowly open. She didn’t bother lifting her head up, because she didn’t want anyone to see her like this.
After finishing yet another letter to her older sister, Bellatrix, Narcissa decided it was high time to visit Andromeda. Narcissa had heard and seen all of Andromeda’s doing’s, how she was being completely ungraceful and rebellious, and although she had to pretend they were no longer sisters, she still loved her, so naturally she would still get urges to talk to her. After inspecting herself in the mirror, making sure that nothing was out of place, she made her way towards Andromeda’s room. She walked up to the door, knocking on it softly three times, and after not getting a response she slowly opened the door, peeking in because she was sure Andromeda would not mind. What she saw made her lose her breath, a broken and sobbing Andy. She came inside and closed the door behind her, approaching without making much noise. She put a delicate hand over Andromeda’s shoulder, speaking for the first time since she entered the room. “Andy?” she asked softly, it was okay to call her that, they we’re in private. “Dear?” she asked again.
