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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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"Ouch!" Narcissa protested as her Aunt Walburga braided her hair into an intricate pattern. She sat in front of the window, the sun sparkling in her hair as Walburga pulled and yanked her hair into place.
"Hold still, girl," Walburga demanded and pulled her hair extra hard to hold her in place. Narcissa winced, but didn't dare move again. She gazed out the window, craving the solitude of a walk around the lake or a peaceful cup of tea in the garden. Anything but the manic atmosphere that surrounded her on her wedding day.
"Here, let me," Druella took the hair from her sister-in-law's hands and took over braiding while Walburga shook and wrung out her hands. "If only our horses had as thick of manes," she said pulling harder than Walburga had. Druella and Walburga discussed the value of their horses while completing Narcissa's braid. House elves popped in and out completing work all over the manor in preparation for the wedding.
Narcissa was swept over to a chair in front of a mirror and her mother held a mirror up behind her so she could see her hair. It was exquisite, the most beautiful woven pattern she had ever seen. It brought tears to her eyes.
"Oh my dear, don't cry. Well, if you have to cry, do it now before your makeup," Druella said patting her daughter awkwardly as Narcissa wrapped her arms around her waist and pressed her head against her stomach.
"Don't do that," Walburga flicked her in the head and Narcissa let her mother go. "You will destroy all of our hard work," she said, checking to see if Narcissa had done any damage to her braids. Narcissa sunk into the chair and looked in the mirror sadly. She looked like a beautiful doll, with people preening her and powdering her into a woman.
"Here Narcissa, put these on, but be careful of your makeup!" Druella laid several items on the bed. Narcissa took off her nightgown and panties and reached for the corset first. It was ornate lace and when pulled tight, her waist was only nineteen inches. Sirius could span her waist with his hands. She bit her lip. She didn't want to think about Sirius today. She had to block those errant thoughts.
"Ooofff," she inhaled and Tilly the house elf pulled her corset tight. She pulled again, and once more before she was satisfied and tied off the corset magically. Narcissa could barely bend over to pull up her garter and panties. It was all white, bright shimmering white. She smiled a secret smile. She knew that she shouldn't be in a white gown, but no one else did. She thought of Sirius again.
"Sirius, I have to get back before bed count," Narcissa pleaded with him to let her leave. She didn't want to get any more detentions for missing curfew. Or for getting caught making out with him in a dark hallway late at night. Every day it seemed they found a way to be together, but it often came at a high cost.
"Okay, okay, but one more kiss," he said pulling her back into bed with him. He kissed her softly, pulling her bottom lip in, sucking it lightly. She moaned. He reached down and started rubbing her clit. She reluctantly pulled away and stood up again.
"I have to go," she said dressing herself with a flick of her wand. "Walk me to the portrait?" she asked, desperate for just a few more minutes with him.
"Of course, my lady," Sirius said with a sad smile.
Narcissa gazed in the mirror, brought back from her daydream to see herself looking like a child who played dress up in her mother's closet. Her mother brought her dress over. Druella spelled the dress onto Narcissa and all of the women in the room stopped to stare. Narcissa glowed with beauty. The simple dress skimmed her curves perfectly but it was her magnificent beauty that struck everyone silent.
"Narcissa," her father said breaking the silence. "You look gorgeous," he said holding a hand out to her. She reached out reluctantly.
"Come now, little one," her father said, using his pet name for her. "Your groom awaits," he said lightly pulling on her hand. She stood firm, her legs wouldn't take the first step.
"No. Don't make me," Narcissa whispered. It was a long shot but she had to try. "Please don't make me," she pleaded, trying to look her father in the eye.
"Every bride has cold feet Narcissa, it's perfectly fine. Now don't let a tear ruin your makeup, look up," Druella said fanning her daughter's face. Narcissa looked up.
"This isn't cold feet, Mummy, I don't want to marry Lucius," Narcissa stomped her foot for emphasis. She didn't want to have a tantrum, but the alternative was so much worse.
"Of course you do, darling. He is your destiny, the Dark Lord doesn't make mistakes," her mother said soothingly.
"No Mummy, I'm too young, I don't know what I'm doing," Narcissa begged.
"Mrs. Malfoy will teach you everything you need to know, Narcissa. And I've taught you everything a proper pureblood wife needs to know to run a household," Druella countered.
"Not everything," Narcissa said, blushing and looking down at her hands. Druella and Cygnus exchanged looks.
"I'll wait outside until you summon me," he said and stepped outside, closing the door.
"You want to know about your wedding night," Druella said, transfiguring chairs for the two of them to sit down. "I know that you are inexperienced, Narcissa, but your new husband will help you learn what brings both of you pleasure. Or if he doesn't, you will need to pleasure yourself," she paused. "Do you know how to pleasure yourself?" she asked uncertain that her over protectiveness had served her youngest daughter well.
"Oh, Mommy, you know that I'm not running off to make love to the man I'm about to marry. You know that I'm going to the Dark Lord's bed," Narcissa snapped, tired of the charade. "My soon-to-be husband traded my body away, all so that he has a trophy wife," she spit out. Several woman gasped, one whispering, "oh my Dark Lord."
"Oh that," her mother dismissed Narcissa with the wave of her hand. "You will get pregnant quickly, have the Dark Lord's child, a son, of course, and then you will be with your husband. The Dark Lord doesn't want a wife," her mother said smugly, as if Narcissa were slow witted. Druella succeeded in making Narcissa feel worse than ever. It sounded awful in such simple terms. Pop out a baby, then shipped off to have a baby with her actual husband. Was that really all her life would be? Popping out babies when the Dark Lord or her husband came calling? She slumped into the chair remembering her last night with Sirius.
"Sirius, you've got to let me come," Narcissa begged, but he continued his slow tongue movements over her clit, never quite taking her over the top. "Please, Sirius, make me come," she begged.
"Tell me how much you want me," He said, rubbing harder with his tongue.
"Ooooohhhh, only you, I only want you to make me come, only want you," she gasped out as she grew closer to orgasm. He pulled out.
"Not again," she whined. He repositioned himself and thrust inside her.
"No, this time I'll make you come with my cock," he said, increasing his speed. They were both slick with sweat, their bodies and magics pulsating. She cried out with every thrust.
"Narcissa!" he shouted as he came deep inside of her.
"Sirius!" she moaned as she came, clinching his cock tightly inside of her. She saw spots for a moment, in exstacy after waiting so long to experience this release. He collapsed on top of her and then rolled her over on top of him. Their magics refused to split apart, holding the two together.
Moments later, they split, but lay side-by-side. They held hands.
"Don't do it," Sirius said quietly.
"Let's not argue now," Narcissa begged. She didn't want to mar a perfect day.
"Don't do it," he said again, this time with urgency.
"You know we have no way of escaping alive," she said sadly. "He will never leave us alone. We will never find peace. He won't stop until he kills us both," she repeated the same argument that they both knew to be true.
"The Order will protect us. There are safe houses, ways to keep us safe until Voldemort is taken out," Sirius implored, now pulling Narcissa up to sit facing one another. He stared into her pale blue eyes, now a cloudy grey as she struggled with his statement.
"I can't let you do that. I can't let you risk your life like that. I love you too much," she said adamantly. She wanted to go with him more than anything. It was certain death, though. They would have to think of another way.
"I will lay my life down for you, Narcissa," Sirius said holding her hand tightly.
"No, it mustn't come to that," she said. "I have to marry Lucius so that we both live," she said beginning to cry.
"I love you, Narcissa," he said pulling her into a close embrace.
"I love you, Sirius," she said back, pressing her cheek into his chest, trying to memorize every detail.
She wished in that moment that she had run away with Sirius. That her only worries were whether they would make love first or eat first. That, and whether they could trust anyone, whether they were being watched, whether any moment could be their last. She shook the thought out of her head. She made her choice. She hoped her parents would help her if she asked, but they weren't inclined. She had no reason to delay it any further.
"Go get Daddy," she sighed. Her mother brightened, almost making a smile with her lips. Purebloods don't smile, Narcissa, it causes wrinkles, she could hear her mother's words from her childhood in her mind.
"Narcissa," suddenly her father stood in front of her chair, his hand held out ready to lead her down the aisle. She stood and blanked her expression, taking on her most haughty expression. She had a new role to play. She may as well look the part.
The sun lowered in the western skies, the sky fading in pale reds, oranges and yellows, until a purplish-blue took over. Soon, stars and the half moon emerged, lending a gentle glow to the night sky. Narcissa's father led her to the gazebo that overlooked the lake. The moon reflected in the perfectly still water.
Cygnus recited his part of the ceremony in parcel tongue. All of the Death Eaters had been learning to speak it, especially those in Lord Voldemort's inner circle. Narcissa only understood parts of it. She hadn't taken her parcel tongue lessons seriously and hadn't learned anyone else's lines for her wedding. It was something about giving his pureblood daughter over to a pureblood man and being indebted to the Dark Lord for choosing such an arrangement. Narcissa rolled her eyes. As if her father had to do anything as repulsive as having sex with Lord Voldemort.
Sirius told her about many of the Dark Lord's transgressions. She lost her trust of the Dark Lord when he tried to force himself on her back in October. But she grew to fear and loathe the man after Sirius told her what a monster the man really was.
Cygnus removed her white, silk robe, revealing the slip dress underneath. Several women were crying. Whispers of, "she's so lovely" and "she's the most beautiful bride I've ever seen," erupted in the audience. Someone shushed the crowd and it became silent, only a cricket sounding in the distance.
Narcissa joined Lucius at the altar where they would first perform a blood sacrifice. They completed the sacrifice, each of them slicing open their hand and mixing their blood together in a cermonial bowl, not a single drop of blood landing on her gown. But she wasn't quite present. She removed herself, once again floating above, gazing down upon her wedding.
Next, they performed purity rituals, first being annointed with water spelled by the Dark Lord himself. Afterward, the tips of their fingers were burned in a fire purity ritual. Finally, they emerged through a cloud of steam produced by burning coals submerged in water, only a small bridge separating them from the flames.
The Dark Lord stood inside the gazebo, performing their ceremony himself. Narcissa floated above, her body performing flawlessly. She knelt, she took the ceremonial cracker and drank the wine. She recited words that her mother pounded into her head. She knew they meant something about her undying devotion to the Dark Lord, how her husband would always come second in her heart, but she would worship him the same as her Lord, blah, blah, blah. Her mouth said the words, but her mind couldn't hear from where it floated above, undetected by anyone else.
Narcissa raised her wand tip to touch Lucius's. The Dark Lord pressed his wand in so that all three created a triangle. Their magic swept up and created a tornado affect above their wands. The ceremony was complete. The Dark Lord certified their union and suddenly Lucius pulled her in and kissed her for the first time. She snapped back to attention. His lips were warm, soft. She looked up into his eyes, wondering if she would see some spark there, something to indicate his desire for her. But she saw that he looked over her head at the Dark Lord. He caught her staring and smiled very slightly.
"I don't care that I wasn't invited, Tilly," Sirius's voice rang out into the night. Everyone turned to see Sirius struggling with several house elves trying to prevent him from coming to the wedding. Sirius surveyed the scene and then dropped to his knees.
"Noooo!" he shouted, shaking his fist in the air. The elves fell back as if thrown off by magical force. They stayed back as Sirius breathed heavy in anger. "I'm too late?" he asked, looking around. No one dared answer him. "Am I too late? Are they married?" he shouted looking from person to person.
"Yes, they just got married," said a little girl eagerly. She had always been taught to tell the truth.
"Noooooo!" Sirius roared. Narcissa stood next to Lucius, but her magic and her heart drew her out to Sirius. She floated toward them, unconsciously casting the charm.
"Wowwww," said the same little girl as Narcissa reached Sirius and their magic joined together. They glowed faintly in the night.
"What's done is done, Sirius," Narcissa said softly, however her voice carried in the cool night air and everyone could hear what she said.
"It will never be done," Sirius sneered at Lucius and Lord Voldemort who approached from behind Narcissa. "Come with me Cissy. Come be with me. I'll take you away from all of this," he begged her, still on his knees with his arms wrapped around her waist. Lucius stepped forward to pry him off of his wife, but Lord Voldemort held out a hand to stop him. Lucius looked at him sharply, but Lord Voldemort shook his head. Lord Voldemort peered intently at Narcissa. Suddenly the mantra played in her head, filling her with joy and peace. I trust in the Dark Lord. I trust in the Dark Lord. I trust in the Dark Lord.
"No, Sirius, I will not go with you. You must leave here and never come back," Narcissa told him firmly. She pulled herself from his grip, pushing him away. His head dropped in devastation. He felt himself being pulled to his feet, two of Voldmort's thugs dragging him out of the garden.
"I love you Narcissa, and I will always be ready to be with you whenever you're ready," he said before Lord Voldemort set a silencing spell on him. One of the thugs set a binding spell that continued to tighten until Sirius could no longer move. The other one side apparated him to somewhere in Knockturn Alley and left him there, defenseless.
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