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Of Wizards and Blood Purity	By : linkar Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. I added a clarification on main characters in the beginning of my first chapter.

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Lucius raised his head as he heard noise outside the door. The ray of light from a slit of a window sliced through the bleak cell. Guards had come to take him out for a family visitation. Narcissa diligently came to Azkaban twice a month to see her husband.

Fortunes had been reversed. The Dark Lord resurged at the most inopportune moment, when Lucius was so close to attaining the most influence at the Ministry of Magic and wizarding world. Malfoy Enterprises churned out Galleons and high officials sought alliances with Lucius and his fortune. After Lord Voldemort’s return everything went awry in the Malfoy universe.

The Lestranges returned from Azkaban like ghosts from the grave. Lucius was hard pressed to hide the fact that there was no more marital bond between the Malfoy couple and the Lestranges. Hardened and ever more brutalized in the prison, the Lestranges became Lord Voldemort’s most vehement followers. No matter how Lucius and Narcissa tried to placate them, the Lestranges scorned the couple.

To save face and gain the upper hand at the Dark Lord’s court, Lucius led the mission to retrieve the Prophecy and catch the Potter kid. He had been so confident of his success then. What could go wrong? But the damned boy brought a whole squadron of Aurors together with Dumbledore upon the Death Eaters. Now Lucius’ only consolation was that the thick walls of Azkaban were sheltering him from the Dark Lord’s wrath. But there was no such protection for Draco and Narcissa.

The stone corridors breathed cold and despair, as the guards led Lucius to the visitation room. Lucius couldn’t get rid of a gnawing feeling that he had fouled up his marital magic when he severed the bonds with the Lestranges. They turned on the both Malfoys. Even Rabastan didn’t try to reunite with Narcissa, but his wife didn’t seem inclined to welcome him either.

The guards opened a door into a low-ceilinged chamber. A knee-high barrier divided it in two. There were no iron barsor glass above the barrier but Lucius knew it was impossibleto step over it because of a magical shield. The stone barrier was only to mark the boundary.

The door on the other side of the room opened, and Narcissa came in, followed by Snape. Apparently, she had been spending a lot of time with him lately. Lucius wasn’t upset or worried about it. He was too drained to have any emotions. As usual, his wife walked with her head high, her robes neat and trim.

“Are you all right?” Narcissa’s voice sounded mechanical. “You’ve been very pale lately. Do they feed you properly?”

“I’m not hungry. I’m tired,” Lucius said. The conversation was going to be of little meaning. Everything had ears and eyes at Azkaban to intercept whatever important information could be passed on to inmates. “How’s Draco?”

“He’s back to school after the Christmas break.” Narcissa’s fingers made a nervous movement like she was fiddling with her wand. But wands were not allowed in the visitation room. “He’s studying hard.”

“Draco has got a lot of work this year. I’m afraid he’s falling behind. I suggested easing his load but he refused,” Snape added quickly.

“You mean studies, Severus?” Lucius’ mind was on alert.

“Everything. His curriculum is hard this year.” Snape stood by Narcissa’s side, his arms crossed on his chest.” The Headmaster has been very demanding lately.”

Snape wasn’t referring to Dumbledore. Headmaster was their code word for Him Who Must Not Be Named. This didn’t bode well for Draco. Lucius drew a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second.

“I trust you watch the boy at school,” Lucius spoke evenly. “At his age they want adventures,not studies.”

“Of course. I dare say that Draco is very much into experiments. I’m doing my best to keep him in check at Hogwarts.”

“He’s such a determined boy, Lucius.” Narcissa drew closer to Snape, and he threw a look at her by his side.

The way his wife exchanged glances with Severus made Lucius uneasy. Here he was, locked up and having no control over anyone or anything. Narcissa was living her life in the larger world, and Snape had assumed care of Draco. What was going on between these two?

The conversation shifted to day-to-day matters at the Manor. Dutifully, Narcissa reported that the cracks in the foundation under the eastern wing had been sealed, and that more house-elves were needed in the kitchen to cook meals, since guests came often. Lucius listened indifferently. He had already known the Death Eaters made the Manor their main camp. If only he could ask if the Dark Lord appeared there.

“Do you see the Headmaster often?” Lucius interrupted his wife.

“Headmaster?” Narcissa halted in surprise. “Do you want me to see Dumbledore?”

“She had seen him around Christmas,” Snape interjected, putting his palm on Narcissa’s arm. “He didn’t sound very happy.”

Only now realizing the true meaning of her husband’s question, Narcissa nodded to support Snape’s words.

“Draco didn’t do very well at school.” Her tone became tearful.

“I see.” Lucius regretted asking the question. It only added more weight to the invisible boulder already on his shoulders. Soon it would be so heavy he wouldn’t be able to make a step. He'd lie down and the weight would suffocate him completely.

A bell rang, marking the end of visitation time. The guards came up to Lucius and, after letting everyone exchange good-byes, led him out of the room.

Narcissa exited the room quickly, and Snape had to hasten his step to keep up with her. With an abrupt movement, she pulled on her hood, messing up her hair. Blond locks fell on her cheeks and forehead, setting off her aristocratic nose and determined curve of her lips. She moved so rapidly, Snape barely had time to catch her elbow and prevent her from stumbling on the uneven steps down to the courtyard.

They signed out at the entrance guard post and received their wands back. Cold gray mist filled the courtyard. When they stepped into the departure circle marked on the pavement, Snape put his arm around Narcissa, ready to Apparate away with her.

“You aren’t having anyone at home today, are you?” Narcissa’s whisper was so soft, he almost missed it.

“No,” Snape answered. Her bosom was pressed against his side. In his mind, he commanded himself not to get too aroused. “I must go to Hogwarts soon.”

“I need to talk to you. It’s a private matter, Severus.”

The hood obscured her eyes, but her luscious lips magnetized him. The feel of her curves under her clothes tormented Snape.

“Am I correct you would like to discuss it at my place?” He spoke with exaggerated coldness to protect himself from her charms.

“Yes, please.”

“All right, but my time is limited.” Snape spun on his heels and Apparated away together with her.

The Spinner’s End was soaked with rain. Snape walked towards his house, not bothering to see if Narcissa kept up with his pace. She managed to catch up with him only on the porch.

Inside, Snape threw his cloak on the sofa. “Make yourself at home, Narcissa. I’ll get some drinks.”

When he returned with glasses and goblin wine, Narcissa was sitting in the only armchair, her cheeks still flushed after the brisk walk. Blond hair streamed down her shoulders. What a beautiful witch she was.

Snape placed the bottle and glasses on the rickety table, and quickly poured the wine. When he passed one of the glasses to her, her fingers lingered on his.

“What do you wish to talk about?” he asked curtly, taking his place on the sofa.

Narcissa took a sip, then another, her fingers clenching the globe of her glass.He drank his wine slowly, waiting for her to start talking. The wine tasted stale, and Snape made a mental note to get rid of the remaining bottles.

“Severus –“

“Yes?”

“How is Draco at Hogwarts?” She swallowed more wine, and it was clear she was thinking of something else.

“As I’ve already told you today, I haven’t been able to find out more about his plans. He still refuses to cooperate.” Snape reclined on the sofa.

Narcissa rose from the armchair and sat down next to him.

“Is there any chance to mollify You-Know-Who? Doesn’t he listen to you more than to others, Severus?”

Severus felt her breath on his cheek. Then she placed her hand on his forearm, and he hoped the robes did a good job obscuring his body below his waist. It had been a long time since he was intimate with a woman.

Narcissa got up and walked back to the table. As she refilled glass, her hands trembled.She drank the wine in gulps and poured more in her glass.

Snape came up to her and put his palm on her shoulder while she swigged her wine. “I’ll do my best to watch Draco at school. As horrid as Azkaban sounds, it’s the safest place for Lucius to be.”

What else could he say? He was walking on a razor’s edge himself.

“Lucius?” Narcissa whipped around and Snape’s lips almost touched her nose. “Should I care for him anymore? His ambitions and fortune came first, not Draco or me!”

She threw herself on his chest. Hegripped her by her elbows to avoid toppling back.

“Severus, you’re the only one I can trust.” She stroked his cheek, pressing her breasts against him. Her other palm rested on his abdomen. “You’re the real wizard. Those – those Pure-Bloods are such – such shite!”

“Narcissa, you’ve had too much wine.” Snape knew he had to extricate himself before it was too late.

She was clearly in a need of a man, but Severus knew better than to trust her. Without needing to use any Legilimency, it was clear that the once proud Pure-Blood witch was offering herself to him, a Half-Blood, in exchange for protection for her son.

After Lily, she was the only woman who enthralled him, but she was too dangerous to bein love with. No matter how much he desired Narcissa, he had to stay away from her.

“Please, please, don’t leave me alone,” Narcissa sobbed, her arms around his neck. “You have no idea what it’s like at the Manor now. And I’ve found that room and those things in it!”

“I’m sorry but I have to leave for Hogwarts right now.” He attempted to pull away from her before she noticed his arousal, but Narcissa held on to him.

“Could you stay with me at the Manor sometimes?”

Snape managed to break away and retreated to the kitchen door. “I’m afraid, no. I must be present at school most of the time.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” She stood unmoving, her hair falling on her face.

“I’ve already taken the Unbreakable Vow to protect your son. You don’t have to offer me your body as a reward. I’ll bring you a Sober-Up potion.”

When Snape returned with a cup of potion to the room, Narcissa was in a heap, crying, on the floor. He gave her the drink, careful to keep his distance. Without a word, she drank it all and handed the cup to him.In less than five minutes, Narcissa regained her composure and stood up.

“Thank you, Severus,” she said without looking at him. Straight like a ramrod, she put on her cloak and left the house.

Through the window, Snape watched her to walk away a few feet and Disapparate. He collapsed on his sofa. His member demanded relief and he slipped his hand under his clothes.

The second before her disappearance he almost wanted to run out and call her, which could have become his worst mistake. Bloody Merlin, he had to find someone with whom he could satisfy his lust without becoming a slave to love. He was far too attracted to Narcissa. He couldn’t afford to grow attached to her. She wouldn’t give a damn for her Half-Blood lover once thehard times passed. He knew the Malfoys all too well.

The Pure-Blood elite had always fascinated him. A lowly Half-Blood, he had become indispensable in their circles thanks to his potion-making talent and magical prowess. He had learned to be cold and calculating with them because it put him at an advantage. From his position in the shadows, he pulled strings and arranged things. Still, no matter how much they needed him, they never accepted him as their equal.

As he fisted his cock, he forced himself to think about Candice, the womanhe used to visit before the Dark Lord returned and an affair between a Death Eater and a Muggle became too much of a risk. She asked no questions and satisfied his needs excellently. Still, an image of another witch, full-breasted and blue-eyed, persisted in his mind.

When the surge rolled through him, his lips, against his will, whispered, “Oh, Narcissa, Narcissa –“

*****

When the Lestranges were at the Manor, Narcissa avoided spending much time with them; but it wasn’t always possible.

Rabastan, Snape and a few more Death Eaters entered the parlor, where Narcissa was sitting. The moment her former lover passed her, she felt like she had walked into a giant spiderweb. Invisible strings stuck to her face and neck, and she couldn’t wipe them off. Narcissa knew the nasty feeling would go away if she left the room, but she couldn’t simply get up and depart. It would look like she was fleeing the Death Eaters’ company.

The same sensation overtook her every time Narcissa encountered Bellatrix or Rodolphus. If she stayed in their company long enough, it worsened to the point of making her sick. At first, Narcissa thought it was a result of dishonoring their marital bond with the Lestranges, but Lucius said he had no such symptoms. Old Vessio had taken his knowledge to his grave many years ago.

She probably ought to consult a Healer, but how could she do it without telling about the marriage ritual they all had gone through?

“Would you like some drinks?” Narcissa looked for an excuse to leave the room.

Rabastan stared at her from his chair. His formerly handsome face was gaunt, with sunken eyes. A tremor passed over his lips, but he said nothing.

“Yes, Milady, and tell your house-elves to hurry!” Jugson patted her back. “The Malfoy cellars have no bottom!” His large body shook with laughter.

“Why don’t you sit down with us and drink some, Lady Narcissa?” Gibbons asked. “Aren’t we good enough for you?”

The cursed spiderweb seemed to spread over her whole body. Narcissa made an effort not to gag. Thankfully, Bellatrix had been gone for over a week to her place in Windsor inherited from their mother.

“No one is good enough for the Malfoys!” Rabastan’s voice slammed her ears. “You’re so important, aren’t you, Narcissa?”

Clenching her teeth, she fought an urge to fire spells at everyone.

“How’s the old man at Azkaban?” Mulciber asked, sprawled on a settee.

“The same. I visited him last week,” Narcissa answered.

“He’s having it easy. No Dementors there anymore,” Rabastan said with a disdain.

“Plenty of rest for him,” Mulciber jested. “I bet his dreams are much better than ours were!”

“You all fought so well in the Department of Mysteries that your leader got captured.” Snape came up to Narcissa. “No need for you to stay with the company, lady.”

“Gentlemen, I’ll have the house-elves bring you refreshments.” Narcissa smiled at Snape and left the parlor.

As she returned to her rooms, the spiderweb on her skin dissolved. With a flick of her wand, she summoned a glass of pumpkin juice. It erased the last traces of her nausea.

Narcissa looked out the French window. The clouds scattered, letting the sun through. Early spring blooms dotted the ground. In a week or two they would become a lush carpet under the trees. Narcissa muttered a charm, and the window opened. She breathed the fresh air in, but couldn’t get rid of thoughts of another room, dark and airless, that she had discovered months ago. It was time to crack open its secrets.

She closed the window and summoned a house-elf.

“What are the guests doing?”

“They are drinking wine in the parlor, Lady Narcissa,” the servant croaked.

“Is Snape still there?”

“He was there when I left, Lady Narcissa.”

“Did you say the other day that you had seen Snape visit that room?”

“Yes. Other guests came there, Lady Narcissa.”

“Then go and tell Snape I want to see him in an hour or so. Bring him to thatchamber. Make sure the others don’t notice.”

“Yes, Lady Narcissa.” The house-elf disappeared with a crack.

Narcissa walked over to Bella’s former suite. After her return from Azkaban, Bella chose to occupy several rooms together with the Lestrange brothers in another wing.

The furniture in the bedroom was wrapped in dust covers. Not bothering to open the curtains, Narcissa touched a bouquet of roses painted on a wall panel with her wand. The panel split in two and slid apart, revealing a spiral stairway.

The rusty steps grated against the metal supports, as Narcissa ascended them. Her elbows grazed the brick wall and central pole.

The stairs led her to a circular room with a skylight. Two more passages led out of it. A double door graced the wall between the passages. Narcissa walked through it and stopped in front of a sprawlingbed with dark plum velvet coverings embroidered with silver arabesques. A large cross with an oblong board in the center stood to the side. But she had no interest in the cross at the moment.

Instead, she summoned two flat boxes from a chest of drawers in the corner. They landed on a small table. She checked one of them; as before, it contained two sachets, one with blond hair in it, and the other with black.

Narcissa opened the second box and looked at the photos in it. A few of them showed her sister naked, save for a tight leather corset, which bared her breasts, and thigh-high stiletto boots. She gyrated her hips, fondled her breasts, cracked her whip and shouted obscene commands. The other photos were of Narcissa herself, dressed in similarly strange fashion and doing the same tricks as her sister. Narcissa had, after a thorough search,found the collection of those corsets and high stiletto boots in one of the closets.

The photos riveted Narcissa. The getup was atrocious, and she would never be caught wearing such insane boots, but the way the witches in the picture showed themselves off stirred her.

Bitterness surged inside her. The wizards played their own games behind her back. Snape had been protecting and supporting her, and yet he had spurned her affections. Was she lacking as a witch? Too old to be attractive?

Narcissa slammed the lids back on boxes, and straightened up in her chair. She would prove her worth to everyone. She would grill Snape about his and her husband’s covert pursuits.

Snape entered, and his impenetrable expression upped her resolve.

“Have a seat, Severus.” She reclined in her chair. “I believe you’re familiar with this room, aren’t you?

“I’ve been here a few times before.” His tone was mundane.

“Have you seen this?” With a spell and flick of her wave, the lids flew off, and the boxes hovered in front of Snape, presenting the contents.

“No, I haven’t seen the pictures. Lucius never showed them to me.”

“Should I believe you?”

“If you’re trying to seduce me, you’ve picked the wrong wizard.” Snape sent the boxes back to the table.

“I’m not trying to seduce you, cold, insensitive gravestone!” Narcissa screamed, “This witch looks like me but she isn’t me!”

Snape summoned the boxes and studied the contents.

“Enjoy the view, lecher!” Narcissa couldn’t hold her rage anymore. “I’ve never worn any of those hideous outfits!”

“You look very becoming in this, Narcissa.” Snape said in a stilted voice. “The blond hair must be yours, and black – your sister’s.”

“It isn’t me at all!” she shouted through her tears. “Don’t try to hide your shady dealings with my husband! My house-elves saw you coming here!”

“I only brought Polyjuice potion.”

“And who drank it?”

“I’m not sure, Narcissa.”Snape clasped his hands on his knee. “Once I saw a witch come in, but Lucius made no introductions. I left the same minute.”

“He caroused here with other witches, didn’t he?” she sobbed, her cheek against the back of her seat. “During the last few – few years, he had almost no - no interest in our b-bed!”

“I do think he had a lot of interest in you, and in Bella, too.” Snape paused, as he glanced at the open boxes on the table. “He apparently had the prostitutes transform themselves to look like you or Bella. There are no pictures of other witches here.”

“But why would he do it? I never denied him anything!”

“I believe he was not comfortable telling you about his sexual preferences.”

“Like this?” With a flick of her wand, Narcissa made a photo jump from under the rest in the box. Several pictures fell over the edge and scattered on the table. The photo showed naked Lucius tied up to the cross. His cock was erect. He moaned and swayed while a whip, held by an invisible person, lashed his thighs.

“Some wizards get turned on by submission and a bit of pain,” Snape said.

“Makes me want to whip him,” Narcissa blurted. Merlin, what had she just said?

“I’m so angry atLucius,” she added hastily. “I’ve never thought he’d have such – such interests.”

Snape’s black eyes drilled into Naricissa, and she quickly directed the pictures back in the box. They brought such indecent thoughts, and she didn’t want to betray herself to Snape.

“I guess you enjoy that type of behavior as well.” She did her best to sound nonchalant.

“Not as much as Lucius.” He made a movement as if he was trying to swallow something.

Her eyes slid down his robes. He slouched in his chair under her gaze.

Narcissa stood up and walked to him. As he looked up, she touched his cheek, making him withdraw.

“You don’t like me, Sev?” she said, her fingers still stroking him. “What is wrong with me?”

“You’re beautiful, Narcissa,” his voice trembled for a second, “but we aren’t right for each other.”

“Why?” She gripped his face with both hands. “Why can’t I love a wizard whom I trust most of all?”

“I’m a Half-Blood, and it could be a big inconvenience for you later on.” He took her hands off his face. “I wouldn’t want that.”

“I don’t care if you’re a Half-Blood! You’rea Legilimens, aren’t you? If you want to know what I’m thinking, my mind is open for you!”

Narcissa straightened up and looked into his eyes. Are you afraid to love me? Do you think I’m such a prude? I’m starving for your love, Severus.

Suddenly, his arms were around her, and his hot lips were on her face, then on her neck. She closed her eyes when his hand went to her breast. Not opening her eyes, she reached below his waist, and, to her delight, he was hard!

She pulled away, walked to the bed and cast a quick charm to dispose of her clothes. When she turned around, he was in front of her, stark naked. His body was lean and agile, and a hot wave spread through her lower body at the sight of him.

Narcissa threw herself on bed, but Snape didn’t follow. Instead, he stood still, and she was sinking in his dark stare.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered and her heartbeat hastened. “I’ll take anything.”

“Do you have those stiletto boots here?”

She sat up andpointed her wand at the closet. A pair of blood red knee-high boots flew out of it. He caught them and kneeled in front of her.

“Your skin is so silky and smooth,” he whispered, stroking her calves.

Slowly, he pulled one boot on her left foot. When he was done with it, Narcissa placed the sharp heel on his shoulder. Now he’d have a great view of her pussy.

Snape pressed his lips against the red leather. She stroked his chest with her bare right foot. He kissed her toes before putting the other boot on.

With both of her feet on his shoulders, he moved deeper between her legs. His kisses seared the insides of her thighs, and she rocked her hips. Familiar desires rose inside her.

“I want to strike you.” She pressed her sharp heel against his neck. “You’ve fooled me. You’ve wanted me all along.”

His eyes flashed from under his black hair. “Then do it, my lady.”

“On the bed, Severus.” She stood up, her feet in red boots wide. “Lie on your stomach.”

She summoned a thin crop from the drawer chest. He laid still, his face buried in the velvetbedcovering. His buttocks were compact and his leg muscles were well-defined. The thought of her crop landing on his skin made her pussy wet, but she was skittish about inflicting too much pain.

Narcissa drew a deep breath and swished the crop. It landed on his buttock with a slap, and he shifted. A couple more lashes, and she heard a low moan. Her pussy was throbbing. She ran her fingers lightly over the red marks and saw his body shudder. Her hand went in between his legs, and soon she was caressing his balls, her breasts touching his back.

With a loud groan, Snape jerked up, and in a second she was under him on the bed. His mouth devoured her lips, chin, neck and, finally, her breasts.

“My love,” he mumbled, and then his teeth bit her nipple, making her arch. “So sweet, so good –“

Consumed by her lust, she opened her legs wide for him, her boots digging into the soft velvet. His hand went into her, and she thrashed from the sweet pain he inflicted on her.

Then his cock was pounding her pussy, and what a bull he was! Who would ever guess such a force existed under his cold exterior? Moaning and gasping for air, Narcissa couldn’t have enough of this man.

Her eyes locked with his and she drove her nails into his shoulders every time his cock hit her tender centre. In return he rammed her again with a renewed force.

She hardly knew where she was for her mind was sinking in a dark whirlpool of pleasure, and his lips were all over her skin. Her body arched, ready to explode, and he held her tight as he howled in his release, and she rocked around his cock.

As she lay, sweaty and panting, he rose on his elbow and looked in her face.

“You are amazing,” she whispered. “My love, Severus.”

His face became strained, and he fell back on the rumpled covers. She put her palm on his shoulder. He kissed her hand eagerly.

Snape didn’t linger by her side for long. In less than fifteen minutes he was on his feet, putting on his black robes.

“I need to go back to Hogwarts.” He hesitated, then said, “I’ll come later this week.”

His mention of Hogwarts reminded her of Draco. “Please keep an eye on my son, Severus.”

“I will.” He finished buttoning up his collar, and suddenly added,”You’re good at whipping.”

“I so want to whip Lucius for all his dirty tricks,” she confessed.

“Don’t do it when you’re angry,” Snape said with a grunting laugh. “It takes practice to do it right.”

“Then teach me.”

Snape gave Narcissa a long look. “I could do that.”

Her eyes followed him as he strode out of the room. She looked around. The chamber, well-hidden in the depths of the Manor, was perfect for intimate meetings. Narcissa closed her eyes, and lay still for awhile. Her body felt fabulous, and she did not feel so alone anymore. She made a mental note to lodge Snape in Bella’s former suite.

She returned to her boudoir. The porcelain clock startled her by playing a tune. It was shaped like a sumptuous bouquet of flowers with little butterflies that fluttered when an hour was struck.

The clock was a birthday gift from Lucius and she loved it very much. She had charmed it to play different melodies to match her mood. Her latest choice had been a song performed at their wedding, and now the sounds of it filled the room.

Narcissa sat down on a sofa. There were so many things in the room that reminded her of her better days with Lucius. An engraved plaque with a love verse he gave her several years ago. A rare antique silver bowl that he found at her request. He used to kiss her on this sofa.

She rose and wandered in her rooms, hugging herself. Snape was the man she needed most. He had the intelligence and power, and she already adored him. But her husband, no matter how he had embittered her, held a big part in her life. He didn’t reveal his secret inclinations out of fear of turning her away. Her mind was in turmoil.

*****

The trees were green, and the warm rays of sun reminded Snape of Narcissa’s caresses. They had been getting together regularly. In fact, he had just met her in the courtyard, as she came to see Draco. She promised to visit him after talking to her son first.

What an irony it was to be in charge of the sons of the women he loved most. Dumbledore’s days were counted, and the Headmaster had already trusted Harry to him. Harry’s green eyes were painfully like Lily’s, but his demeanor inherited from James irked Snape.

As he walked down the corridor in the dungeons, Snape thought that Draco looked so much like his gorgeous mother. But the boy was also in part like his father, and Snape always wanted to compete with haughty Lucius in all things magical. He pondered the news he was about to relay to Narcissa. He was on the fence whether to tell her or not, because it could end their relationship very soon.

Narcissa didn’t make Snape wait in his laboratory for too long. She strolled in the moment he finished putting away ingredients and utensils.

“Draco is so much better now, that he had resolved the problem,” Narcissa said in a low voice. “I only hope that the plan would be a success, and he’ll be safe.”

“I could help if he’d ever agreed to share anything with me,” Snape grunted.

“I tell him so, but he doesn’t listen!” She looked around. “Do you think no one would intrude on us here?”

“We’d better go to my quarters.” Snape pointed his wand at a wall, and a door appeared in it.

They walked through a winding passage, and, in his mind, Snape debated again whether to tell the news to Narcissa or not.

In his rooms, Snape cast locking spells on every door and fireplace. Narcissa took her robes off, revealing her pale blue underwear. The sight of the gossamer silk hugging her curves thrilled him. He came close to her, eager to take his witch to the bedroom.

No, he would tell her the news first.

“”I’ve learned of a plan,” he whispered into her ear. “Lucius should be home very soon.”

“They’re preparing a breakout?” Her face tensed up.

“Yes.” Snape stepped back. “We’ll have to end our affair.”

“No, Severus!” She gripped his arm. “I’m not letting you go.”

“You cannot divorce Lucius for me. My situation is too complicated.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Narcissa spoke coolly. “I’ve been thinking about us and Lucius, and I’ve made my decision. I won’t divorce Lucius.”

“Of course.” Snape was prepared to accept everything his fate dealt him. “I’ll have to step aside, that’s all.”

“No. We should get married in a private magic ceremony.” Narcissa drew closer to him, and he saw determination in her blue eyes. “A witch can have more than one husband. I love you, Severus, and I care for Lucius, too. I need you both.”

“You can’t marry me through magic, Narcissa,” he objected.

“I can. I’m certain Lucius has already figured out that I’m having an affair. The other day he hinted that he wouldn’t be surprised to find someone in my bed.”

Sharing Narcissa with Lucius officially? Snape needed some time to get used to the idea. But there were other circumstances that Narcissa didn’t know yet.

“No marriage magic would work for you anymore.” He put his palms on her waist. “Your old marital bonds are too disturbed.”

“What do you mean?” Narcissa gripped his elbow harder.

“I mean the marriage between you, Lucius and the Lestranges.” He spoke, not letting her interrupt him. “No, Lucius didn’t tell me about it. Remember, I brewed the potions? I did some research along the way, and figured it all out.”

“The contraceptive potions? Did they ruin me?”

“Not the contraceptive ones. Lucius insisted that I help him sever the magical bond between you and the Lestranges. I was against it because every party must give his consent in order to do it right, and Lucius wanted to hide it from everyone.”

“But you still brewed the potion?” A look of horror came over Narcissa. “Did I drink it?”

“Yes, you drank it. You said it tasted like it was burned. Lucius had pressured me, and I wanted to avoid the prosecution. There was a trial going on, remember?”

“So he threatened to denounce you to the Ministry?”

“Not exactly. He only hinted that he could influence some Ministry folks in my case.”

Hugging herself, Narcissa retreated to the sofa. “Could you repair it now?”

“I wish I could.” Snape stood still. “Lucius wanted to set you free from the binding arrangement, but he failed to consider the consequences properly.”

“That could explain something,” Narcissa muttered.

She told him about the invisible spiderweb sticking to her skin and the hostility of the Lestranges towards her and Lucius.

“When you come near a Lestrange, he’s still bound to you, while you aren’t. It disturbs the magic between you both, and you get the unpleasant feeling,” Snape clarified. “The Lestranges feel disturbed too, although they don’t understand why.”

“But Lucius said he had no spiderweb sensations. Why?”

“I’m not sure why. Maybe because the bond was destroyed with his full consent. Still, when the Lestranges were back, their disrupted magic impaired him.”

“That’s why everything went wrong for him,” Narcissa whispered, staring into the air. “The Lestranges were with him when he went to get the Prophecy!”

There was more to the Battle in the Department of Mysteries than that. But Narcissa wasn’t supposed to know what Snape had learned from Dumbledore, and he told her nothing.

“You could beat the life out of Lucius when he’s back,” Snape joked grimly. “You’re already an expert in slapping and whipping.”

“I will for sure. And I want you to help me. We’ll put Lucius on the cross and you’ll love me in front of him.”

“Revenge is sweet,” Snape replied. His cock was stone hard from the thought of fucking her in the presence of bound and helpless Lucius. Narcissa took off her bra, and he kneeled to caress her succulent nipples with his tongue. “We should avoid making too much noise here.”

“I do not think I wish to whip you now.” She weaved her fingers in his hair. “I want it tender today.”

As they stood up, Narcissa slipped her hand under his robes. Her fingers on his erect member, she led him to the bedroom door. When they reached the bed, he buried his nose in her glowing hair and inhaled her sweet vanilla scent. She was his goddess.
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