Fic: Behind Closed Doors
Title: Behind Closed Doors
Author: Gamma Orionis, gamma_x_orionis
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Rodolphus/Narcissa, Rodolphus/Bellatrix
Word Count: ~3700 thus far
Summary: Narcissa is enamoured of Rodolphus Lestrange, but he may not be the best choice of husband for her.
Author's Notes: In progress.
Warnings: Relatively graphic sex, dubious consent, slight dominant/submissive
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all associated characters are the property of J. K. Rowling, not me.
"Look, it's Rodolphus Lestrange."
At her eldest sister's words, Narcissa's head snapped up, and she spun around so fast she hurt her neck. Bellatrix was pointing lazily across the crowded room, at the door of Florean Fortiscue's ice-cream parlour, at the handsome young man who had just stepped in.
Andromeda caught a drop of ice-cream with her tongue, and shook her head reprovingly at her sisters. "Do you two do anything but fawn after him?"
Bellatrix reached across the table to smack Andromeda on the arm. "You know we do. But he's so…" she paused, apparently searching for words, then gave up and made a sort of mmm-ing sound. "Isn't he?"
Andromeda rolled her eyes, but Narcissa was too busy staring at Rodolphus to care.
Rodolphus Lestrange was five years older than Narcissa. He was a Pureblood, from the sort of family even Cygnus Black couldn't find fault with, he was wealthy, he had gotten top marks in classes (Narcissa only knew that because he was in Bellatrix's year and she managed to find out everyone's test scores), and he was unbelievably handsome.
Of course, as such, he hadn't the first clue that Narcissa existed.
Well, perhaps that wasn't strictly true. He had seen her before, knew her in a vague way as "Bellatrix Black's younger sister", would smile and nod if he happened to pass her on the street, but Narcissa very much doubted if he knew her name. All of ten words had passed between them.
Since her fourth year, when Rodolphus left school and found a job working at the Ministry (making him the sort of person Cygnus and Druella invited to dinners), Narcissa had nursed an attraction to him. She and Andromeda were not allowed to eat with the adults when Rodolphus was visiting, but they watched him from afar. Even Andromeda, who was firm in her statements that she hated the Lestranges every bit as much as she hated the Malfoys, the Notts, and every other dull, Pureblood family they had to interact with, did agree that Rodolphus was more or less the perfect man. At least, she admitted that in the privacy of Black Manor, when there was no chance anyone could overhear her.
"Stop gawking, Cissy," Bellatrix said, and Narcissa realized she had been staring, probably with a stupid, starry-eyed expression, at Rodolphus for the last several minutes. She turned away hurriedly and went back to her ice cream, continuing to sneak glances at Rodolphus out of the corner of her eye.
He had gotten an ice cream, and was now looking around, rather irritated, for a spot to sit down.
"Oy! Lestrange!" Bellatrix called out, half standing and waving to him. "We've got an extra seat, why don't you come sit with us!"
"Bella!" hissed Andromeda, but Rodolphus smiled amiably, and made his way across the ice-cream parlour to sit down with the girls, next to Narcissa, and across from Bellatrix.
"Good to see you, Black," he said to Bellatrix.
"There are three Blacks here, you're going to have to call us by our proper names," Bellatrix said, a vaguely flirtatious smile playing around her lips.
"Oh dear, let me see." Rodolphus grinned, and took a bite of his ice-cream before pointing at Bellatrix. "You're Bellatrix, the one all the boys wanted…"
Bellatrix's hand rested on her wand, but she beamed at the title.
"You're Andromeda, the one everyone likes…"
Andromeda, who had been wearing a coldly polite smile, softened a little at the compliment.
"And you're…" he turned to Narcissa, and his smile slipped a little as he struggled to remember her name. Narcissa looked at him encouragingly, and he rallied after a moment. "Narcissa, isn't it?"
She nodded, and knew the colour was rising in her cheeks. Was it wrong to enjoy hearing one's own name said so much?
"Narcissa, the pretty one," Rodolphus finished, apparently proud of himself for managing compliments for all three sisters.
"Flattery," Bellatrix said, leaning across the table, "won't get you anywhere with us Blacks."
"Is that so?"
"Well," Bellatrix amended, smiling very widely, "not far, in any case. You going to offer me a lick?"
Rodolphus seemed taken aback. He stared at Bellatrix, perplexed. "Pardon?"
"It's the polite thing to do, you know. I wouldn't do it if you didn't invite me."
"I… what?"
"Your ice cream," Bellatrix said. "Are you going to offer me a lick of it?"
Rodolphus relaxed visibly. "Oh. Of course. Sorry." He held out the ice cream cone he was holding, and Bellatrix took it. She leaned forward, holding the cone lightly, tilting it towards her, and fastening her lips around the top, sucking some of the ice cream off. Rodolphus watched her, and Narcissa saw him shift slightly, staring at Bellatrix's mouth.
She pulled finished, and handed the cone back to Rodolphus. "Tasty," she said, her voice low and velvety, almost a purr.
Narcissa glanced at Rodolphus, then at Andromeda, who caught Narcissa's eye, and shook her head slightly, a sardonic smile on her lips.
Later that afternoon, Narcissa asked Bellatrix what she had been doing. "You said you didn't want ice cream, remember? That's why you didn't have your own."
"I know," Bellatrix said. "But I wasn't thinking about ice cream. And, I can promise you, neither was Rodolphus."
Rodolphus turned up at Black Manor the very next day, and Narcissa was the only one home to greet him.
"Bellatrix is out," she told Rodolphus, hovering at the door, not quite sure whether she should invite him in. "Would you like me to tell her you were here when he gets home?"
"No, thank you," he said lightly. "I'll wait."
"I don't know how long she's going to be…"
"I'll talk with you, then, Narcissa."
Narcissa coloured, and ushered him inside, into the parlour. Rodolphus sat down on one of the heavy green brocade couches without being invited, and Narcissa joined him, rather awkwardly. For some minutes, the two of them sat in awkward silence. At last, Rodolphus cleared his throat.
"So," he said, "Narcissa… what year are you going into?"
"Seventh," Narcissa said. Then, to make it as clear as she could that she was old enough for him, "I turned seventeen last spring."
"Good, good," said Rodolphus, apparently searching for topics of conversation. "Have you given any thought to… what you're going to do once you get out of school?"
"Probably get married," Narcissa told him, watching his reaction carefully. "That is, if there are any Pureblood bachelors who will have me…"
"Surely you've got suitors clamouring for you?" Rodolphus raised his eyebrows. "You're so pretty, and quite charming."
Narcissa blushed and looked down demurely. "No, Father keeps suitors away from me. He's focussing on Bellatrix's marriage prospects, and most ordinary," she stressed the word slightly, "men find her much more attractive than they find me."
"I find that hard to believe," said Rodolphus, rather quietly.
Narcissa looked back up at him, eyes wide and innocently questioning. "Oh, no, they all want Bellatrix. You said it yourself, remember? Bellatrix, the one all the boys wanted."
"I thought that as well," Rodolphus said. "But I've since found out that at least one very eligible Pureblood is interested in you, and he has every intention of marrying you…"
"Really?" Narcissa forced her eyes still wider, and she tilted her head. "Who?"
Rodolphus laid a hand on the narrowest part of Narcissa's waist and leaned close to her. "Me."
Narcissa couldn't keep a triumphant smile off her face, but it didn't matter, because no sooner had Rodolphus uttered the word, than he leaned in, pressing his mouth against hers. Narcissa responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back fervently. She didn't have much of a frame of reference, of course, but Narcissa decided quite quickly that Rodolphus was a very, very good kisser. His mouth was warm and firm, and his hands stroked up Narcissa's back, to caress the back of her neck and knot in her long, fair hair. His kisses moved from her mouth along her jawbone and down her throat, and Narcissa reacted by sighing and sinking into his arms. It was only when the first several buttons of her blouse were already undone that she realized that Rodolphus was doing something that he shouldn't be.
"Stop it," she said, pushing his hands away from her shirt. But her assertion was made rather less effective by the way she kept kissing him. Rodolphus did not stop.
"I'm sure you're even prettier with these clothes off," he murmured in her ear, working the buttons undone.
"Don't, Rodolphus, please…" Narcissa pulled back, trying to wriggle away from him, but he leaned over her, pinning her to the couch with his body. Narcissa squeaked, and tried to push him off, but he was much stronger than her. The buttons undone, he slid his hand up under her bra to cup one firm, small breast.
"Your nipples don't lie," he whispered, pinching her between thumb and forefinger. "You're enjoying this, I know you are."
Narcissa couldn't quite bring herself to contradict him. Her brain was telling her this was wrong, this was very, very wrong - she wasn't supposed to enjoy anything a man did to her. But Rodolphus's hands, his clever mouth, the way he touched her and something beyond that too, all stopped her from quite managing to say "No."
His hand was up her skirt now, stroking her through her knickers, and she wriggled again, not to get away from him, but to get closer. Yes, this was good…
But it wasn't good when he undid his trousers.
Narcissa had never seen… that before. She was a virgin, and she had fully intended to stay that way until she was married. Rodolphus seemed to have altogether different plans for her.
When she cried out, he silenced her by pressing one of his broad, solid hands over her mouth. "There's no one here to hear you anyhow."
But Narcissa kicked and struggled, and fought for all she was worth. At last, Rodolphus, apparently fed up with her squirming, sat back, still holding her fast to the couch.
"Listen to me, Cissa," he said. "I know you'll enjoy it, but it's only going to hurt if you struggle."
"Let me up!" Narcissa was near tears. "Why don't you have Bella? She'd be better than me anyway…"
"I don't want Bella," Rodolphus told her. "I want you. Now, either stop struggling and enjoy yourself, or I'll have to tie you up."
Narcissa whimpered. She didn't want to be tied up, no, that would be terrible…
Rodolphus sat back, waiting while she considered. He was handsome… and Narcissa would have been lying to herself if she said that she didn't want this. Rodolphus had said he was interested in marrying her in any case - why should Narcissa have to wait years for Father to find husbands for Bellatrix and Andromeda before she could do with Rodolphus exactly what she would on their wedding night? And it had to be good, at least a little… Bellatrix had done it with countless boys, after all, and it wasn't stopping Father from trying to find her a suitor…
"Decided yet?" Rodolphus asked lightly.
Narcissa swallowed hard, trying to work up the nerve to say it.
"Yes," she managed at last.
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Narcissa lay, damp and aching, blood smearing her legs, beneath Rodolphus, as he panted, and pressed wild kisses to her cheeks, and finally lay still atop her. It was only several pained minutes after completion that Narcissa managed to speak. Her mouth was dry, and her voice was ragged when she got the words out.
"When Bella comes home…"
"I'll be long gone," Rodolphus whispered. He seemed to sense Narcissa's confusion, and chuckled softly in her ear. "I didn't come to see her, you know. I didn't think you'd let me in if I told you I was here to steal your virginity."
Narcissa swallowed. It hit her for the first time the magnitude of what she had done. I've lost my virginity. Suddenly, wildly, What will my husband think? Before remembering that Rodolphus had said he had every intention of marrying her. It would be all right, of course.
"You did like it, didn't you, Cissa?" breathed Rodolphus. "You ended up liking it."
Narcissa wasn't sure exactly how to respond. What did one say to that sort of question? How would Bellatrix answer?
How would Bellatrix answer? With temptation.
"Kiss me, Rod," she purred, in her best imitation of Bellatrix's sensual murmur.
"That's right, Cissa," Rodolphus said, and complied.
With incredible force of will, Narcissa managed to keep everything regarding Rodolphus a secret. Bellatrix still spoke of him with some regularity, but Narcissa stayed quietly out of those conversations as she always did, resisting the urge when Bellatrix made comments about how exciting it would be to bed him, to say I have! I have bedded him! Once or twice Narcissa noticed Andromeda watching her with a slightly suspicious expression, but Narcissa dismissed this as paranoia on her part - there was no way Andromeda could know anything. She, Narcissa, had not told, and Rodolphus would never tell Andromeda. At least, not until he and Narcissa were happily married, a fantasy which she nursed daily.
At times it seemed like it would never come about, but Rodolphus had promised, and Narcissa trusted him completely.
Nearly three weeks had gone by since the loss of her virginity, and Narcissa was in bed, waiting for her sisters to fall asleep. She lay very still, forcing her breath to stay soft and even until she was quite sure that Bellatrix and Andromeda would not wake up, then she climbed out of bed. She wore only a filmy white silk nightdress, and why she bothered with it when Rodolphus would just be tearing it off, she didn't know.
The glass doors that led onto the balcony overlooking the gardens opened silently and Narcissa stepped out he stepped out and swung lightly over the railing, catching onto the lattice that covered the wall of the manor, and climbing down as lightly as a spider would. In the gardens, she would meet Rodolphus, as she had many times now. In the gardens, he would take her.
Her feet had barely touched the ground when she felt an arm wrap tightly around her waist and a hand press over her mouth. Her heart stopped, but began beating again at an unnaturally quick rate when she heard the voice of her captor.
"Miss me, Cissa?" Rodolphus breathed in her ear.
She nodded, sliding her tongue out of her mouth to caress the palm of Rodolphus's hand. She tipped her head back and rested it on her shoulder to look at him.
Rodolphus pulled his hand from her face and spun her around to kiss her roughly. "You look so pretty in that little white nightdress… so pure and virginal…" His hand bunched in the skirt, and he yanked it up as he pushed her down onto the ground. "And I'm going to deflower you all over again."
Narcissa squirmed. "Please, Rod…" She had been with Rodolphus five, maybe six times since he took her virginity, and every time she craved him more.
"Please what, Cissa darling?" He knelt between her legs, massaging her slim thighs with rough hands, thumbs brushing against her sensitive flesh.
She blushed, knowing the sort of thing he wanted her to say. Rodolphus's fondness for vulgar language was a fetish she did not understand, but as long as he was happy, she was happy, so she indulged. "Please Rod… fuck me…"
"That's right," he said, undoing his trousers, and Narcissa's mind was too starry with lust for her to be aware of anything anymore except for his body over hers.
For all Rodolphus's animal lust and dominance, his brutality almost, Narcissa adored every second of it. She had imagined - when she used to think of such things, which was not often - that she would prefer sex that was slow and gentle and caring. But now, with Rodolphus, she was finding more and more that what she liked was to be taken and fucked senseless, all while playing the submissive. She never would have thought she could enjoy his absolute power over her so much.
She moaned and panted as he thrust violently inside of her, and when she climaxed - which she found she could do surprisingly easy with him - she gasped his name as she contracted around him. After that, it was a quick, hazy blur that she wasn't fully aware of - he spilled inside of her, collapsed on her with a moan, they lay that way for some minutes, then Rodolphus sat up, refastening his trousers.
He pressed a rough kiss against her lips. "You're mine, Cissa."
Then he disapparated without another word.
Narcissa moaned for the loss of his company. She sat on the ground for a while, covered in mud, gazing at the spot he had disappeared from.
"Yours," she echoed, though he was gone.
Over the next morning's late breakfast - which Narcissa and Andromeda were sharing - Andromeda abruptly put down the novel she was reading, folded her hands on the table, looked straight at her sister, and said, "All right, Narcissa. What's wrong?"
Narcissa had been staring unseeingly into her bowl of porridge, reliving last night with Rodolphus. Andromeda's voice jarred her out of her haze of exhaustion and lustful fantasy, and she looked up blearily. "What was that?"
"What's wrong? Spit it out."
Narcissa's eyes narrowed to slits and she glared at her older sister. "Nothing."
"Don't try to pretend that, Cissy. I know you, and I know something's wrong. So tell me."
"What makes you so sure something's wrong?" Narcissa demanded.
"Just that you haven't been eating lately," said Andromeda simply, gesturing at Narcissa's untouched breakfast. "Besides, you've got circles under your eyes, and you're much quieter than usual. So what's wrong?"
What Narcissa wouldn't give to be bold enough to tell Andromeda about Rodolphus. But how could she explain it to maternal, practically sexless - in Narcissa's mind, at least - Andromeda, when the attraction she had to Rodolphus was so utterly and completely physical? Andromeda would ask how Narcissa could think she was in love with someone she scarcely even knew - not realizing that sex told Narcissa more about Rodolphus than a thousand conversations ever could. Andromeda wouldn't understand, she wouldn't understand anything.
Moreover, Narcissa wasn't entirely sure she wanted Andromeda to understand. Much as she didn't like to admit it, having this secret was exhilarating. Narcissa had always been one for following the rules, so this sneaking, this rule-breaking was new and thrilling.
"Nothing's wrong with me," she snapped, piercing one of the raspberries in her porridge with the edge of her spoon and watching its crimson juice pour out, staining the oatmeal like blood.
"Something is! You're in a bad mood, and you look exhausted even though you didn't wake up until practically noon."
"I had trouble sleeping," said Narcissa shortly. Where was Bellatrix when Narcissa needed her? She had indeed gotten up late - tired from her late night with Rodolphus, and by the time she was awake, Bellatrix was already out somewhere, leaving her to share her breakfast - more like lunch, really - with Andromeda.
"Were you outside?" Andromeda asked.
"No."
"Were you with a boy?"
"NO!" Narcissa screamed, losing her temper entirely and throwing her spoon down in sheer anger. "Shut up!"
Andromeda raised her eyebrows, sceptical. Narcissa could have hit her. But she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Right. Where's Bellatrix?" Surely Bellatrix would come to her baby sister's defence. That was what older sisters were for - protecting their baby sisters. It did feel to Narcissa, most of the time, like she and Bellatrix were on one team and Andromeda on the other.
"I'm out here!"
Bellatrix's voice sounded unusually cheerful as she called in through the kitchen window from the garden. Andromeda stood and lifted the lace curtain to look outside, then rolled her eyes and returned to her seat, shaking her head.
"Bellatrix!" Narcissa yelled, not caring that she sounded childish. "Andi's being mean to me!"
"I am not, I only asked you why you were in such a bad mood," Andromeda said calmly. Her calmness infuriated Narcissa. She wanted Andromeda to scream and shout and be as stupidly childish as she was being. She wanted Andromeda to humiliate herself, just as she was aware that she was doing.
What was wrong with her? Thinking like that wasn't like her…
"Stop your fighting, I'll be in soon!" Bellatrix called, then a giggle floated up through the window.
What's she doing out in the gardens anyway?
Narcissa stood up and stamped to the window, wrenching the curtains back so she could talk to her sister more easily.
She took one look out into the gardens and blanched. The porridge in her stomach churned, the aftertaste going as sour as bile in her mouth. She could feel the blood rushing from her face, turning her chalk white, and she swayed, clutching at the window frame to stop herself from falling.
"Cissy?" Andromeda's voice sounded very far away. "What's wrong?"
Concerned as her sister sounded, Narcissa couldn't answer. If she opened her mouth, she was sure she would scream. Or cry. Or vomit.
Bellatrix was sprawled on a garden bench, flushed and giggling, her dress and hair dishevelled.
And Rodolphus was between her legs.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four