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Narcissa's Story	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 4779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Narcissa returned to school in August. By the end of summer, Lord Voldemort had used his influence with the Ministry of Magic to abolish the minimum age for marriage. She was now expected to marry Lucius the day after her sixteenth birthday, Christmas Day. Although she was excited to get married, she was scared, too. She would no longer live in the dorms, but would live at Malfoy Manor and would floo in for classes and school events.
She was glad to be back at Hogwarts with her friends and out of the nightmare her home had become. Druella had gone into full wedding planning mode and intended that Narcissa's wedding would be the social event of the year. Narcissa started out loving all the details--what her dress would look like, where they would have the ceremony, who would be their attendants. However, Druella planned every detail and Narcissa felt left out. Plus, the traditional Pagan wedding Druella planned wasn't the dream wedding Narcissa thought she would have.
Lucius visited twice. He was a favorite of several professors and still knew a great many students in Slytherin house. He was a celebrity of sorts and everyone made a big deal out of his appearances. Sirius glared at Lucius from the Gryffindor tables. His crew of friends were decidedly anti-Death Eater and Lucius was a walking/talking representation of everything they hated. Narcissa hadn't talked to Sirius at all. Bellatrix spent two weeks drilling her on Pureblood dictates. Bellatrix and Lucius both spouted the Dark Lord's words verbatim. Her parents and her family--all except Sirius and Andromeda--worshipped at the Dark Lord's feet. She had no reason to talk to Sirius anymore. Plus, it made her heart hurt when she saw him, so she chose not to look. Chose to hate him and his stupid friends and everything he stood for. It was just easier that way.
Even Lord Voldemort came to visit her. He came to see her in late October. She hadn't spoken to him since finding out about the rumors that she would bear his child. She wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth.
"Narcissa," Lord Voldemort said taking her hands in his and holding them out. He looked her up and down. "More beautiful every time I see you," he said, a somewhat lecherous look on his face. Narcissa blushed and tried to pull away, but he pulled her close. He held her hands by her side and pressed his body next to hers. She stepped back, but he pulled her hands behind her and held them with one hand at her lower back. With his other hand, he tilted her chin so that she looked him in the eyes.
"I'm sure you have questions about our," he paused as if to find the right word, "arrangement," he said after a moment. The Dark Lord held her to him, pressing their bodies together in a more than friendly way. Narcissa tried to look away, tried to pull away from him, but he wasn't letting her go.
"I, uh, I don't know what you want from me," Narcissa blurted out, nearly in tears. Lord Voldemort transfigured a small couch and laid her down upon it. He sat beside her holding her hand.
"Narcissa, my dear, I do not want anything more than what you are willing to give," he said, his voice deepening. It was no longer the high pitched, snake-like sound he normally used, but instead something deeper, more sensual. His eyes suddenly seemed redder somehow. Like there was a fire burning beneath the surface. His magic reached out for hers. She hesitated, still uncomfortable being so close, the realization that she was indeed expected to submit to the Dark Lord's carnal desires setting in.
"My Lord, I thought that I was supposed to be pure for my husband. Am I to believe that I will not be with my husband...sexually?" she whispered the last word.
"You will belong to me in every meaningful way, so no, you will not be with your husband sexually unless I give you permission," the Dark Lord told her. She looked scared, somewhat horrified.
"Like with Bellatrix and Rodolphus?" she asked, remembering where she had heard the term every meaningful way before.
"No, my dear. I had Bellatrix long before she married Rodolphus," he said with a knowing look. Narcissa looked stunned. She had no idea about any of this. She realized that she was sheltered by her family. And now they entrusted her well-being to a man who was trying to force her to submit to his will.
"Wait!" she said feeling his magic pushing its way into her body. She pushed back with her magic to stop the unwelcome intrusion. "I don't want this, I want to wait for my wedding night," she said all in one breath. It didn't fix the problem, merely put it off, but she would have time to plan. He stopped, looking amused.
"Ahh, yes, tradition," he said slowly tracing her collar bone with the tip of a long finger. It was slightly cold as he ran the finger down between her breasts. She shivered. "I will allow you to forego tradition, Narcissa. You will give yourself to me, body, mind and spirit. We will start our spiritual marriage right now," he said now kissing her collar bone.
"But I want to wait," she said shivering as his cold tongue flicked her ear lobe. Everything about him was cold, his touch, his tongue, his stare. His magic kept pushing into her, probing, reaching, trying to engulf her magic.
"Let me give you pleasure beyond your dreams," he murmurred into her hair, kissing and licking along her ear. He took her hand and placed it on the large bulge in his pants. "See, I'm ready to take you, Narcissa," he said lustily, drawing out the s sounds in her name.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Narcissa chanted her mantra, I trust in the Dark Lord. She focused on those words and her mind seemingly lifted out of her body. She felt her consciousness float up above and watched from behind as Lord Voldemort rubbed her breasts and kissed down her neck. She couldn't feel the coldness from up above, or hear him whisper seductions in her ear. She didn't have to look into those cold red eyes, full of cold, vicious flames. Suddenly the door to the room slammed open.
"Get off of her!" Sirius yelled and waved his wand. A stunning spell reflected off of the shield the Dark Lord engaged. But it served its purpose because Lord Voldemort stood up. Narcissa scrambled away while he was distracted, unable to take her eyes off of Sirius.
"It's time for you to go, traitor," Lord Voldemort raised his wand to Sirius. Sirius held his wand steady, staring down his rival.
"Actually, Tom, I believe it's time for you to go," Professor Dumbledore said from the blasted away entry to the room. They all turned and watched as the headmaster restored the doorway using his wand. No one moved.
"Come, Tom, we'll have tea in my office. I have new lemon drops," he said motioning for Tom to follow him. Lord Voldemort, obviously irritated that Dumbledore dared use his given name, smoothed down his robes.
"Yes, well, Narcissa, we will continue this later," he said to her, taking her hand and kissing it. She was still breathing heavy and snatched her hand back when he let it go. She nodded slightly and Lord Voldemort turned to leave with Professor Dumbledore.
"Rethink your priorities, Black," Lord Voldemort said over his shoulder as he exited the room. Sirius ran over to Narcissa as soon as the Dark Lord was out of sight.
"Are you alright?" he asked pulling her into a hug. Her magic immediately responded, reaching out for him. His magic met hers and the two intertwined. She leaned back to look in his eyes. They were the warmest chocolate brown, heat radiating from them. He caressed her cheek. His fingers were warm, almost hot, tracing down her neck.
"In your arms, nothing can harm me," she whispered and he could hold back no more. He pressed his lips hard against hers. Their magics played a game of tug of war, each trying to draw the other in. Narcissa's lips fell open in a silent moan and he inserted his tongue. Their tongues twirled together and their magic twirled together, mimicing the sensual actions.
"I've wanted this for so long Narcissa," Sirius said, rubbing her nipple through her blouse. He kissed it over the cloth.
"I want you so much Sirius," Narcissa pulled him back up to kiss him again. He pressed against her, sucking in her bottom lip and then sucking her neck.
"Don't leave a mark," she squealed, giggling because it tickled a little bit. He bit her playfully.
"I'm not making any promises," he said and she giggled again. They kissed again, urgently pulling at one another's clothes. She unbuttoned her blouse and he his oxford. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He licked around her nipple and she squealed a little bit.
"Too sensitive?" he asked, then blew on the wet nipple. She shivered.
"No, just don't do anything cold...he was so cold," Narcissa said with a faraway look in her eyes. Sirius took the nipple in his mouth and lavished his tongue over the surface.
"Mmmm, I can do warm. I really like to do hot, though," he said, kissing down her flat stomach to the waistband of her skirt. He started to pull down her skirt, kissing to the top of her panties. To his surprise, they were red . "It appears you like to do hot, too," he said kissing her mound through the silky material.
"Don't tell anyone, but red is my favorite color," she said holding a finger to her lips. Sirius smiled and continued to pull down her skirt and dropped it on the floor. He went back to her panties, rubbing her and kissing, and then pulling down the panties to reveal her light blonde mound. He lightly kissed her and she spread her legs just slightly. He pressed in and used his fingers to spread her lips apart. He probed her folds with his tongue and then came back up to circle her clit. Narcissa grabbed at the material of the couch, but couldn't find anything to grab so she wrapped her hand in Sirius' long black hair. He thrust his tongue in and out and she moaned in pleasure.
Suddenly, he was back up, looking into her eyes. He pressed in to kiss her, half expecting her to push him away. But she kissed him back, allowing him to press his tongue in her mouth once again. He pulled his own pants off and she removed her panties. He stroked his member as he gazed at her. She smiled at him so sweetly. He laid on top of her and propped himself on one elbow. He pressed into her folds and she gasped and then cried out as he started thrusting.
Soon, the two bodies pressed together in simultaneous orgasm.
"I think I love you, Sirius," Narcissa whispered, still basking in the afterglow. Sirius wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"I think I love you, too, Narcissa," Sirius said kissing her deeply. They stayed like that for a very long time, neither wanting their time together to end.
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