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Title: Drawn in
Author: DoreyG
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy/Lord Voldemort (Long story with a random pairing generator..)
Rating: PG13
Challenge: Starlight
Word count: 198
Author's note: Yeah so the long story… flicking through a random pairing generator and came across Narcissa/Voldemort… and my brain decided to be productive for once and threw out this..
Summary: Narcissa knows this is wrong…
I know this is wrong.
I shouldn’t crave his touch when my husband is at home waiting with our child, I shouldn’t be here when my sister would give her soul to save him… but yet even though I was only dragged in by associations I still find myself like this every night.
It is never in a bed, he is never a kind talkative lover. Our… coupling is under the stars, as free and wild as Bellatrix yet nowhere near as wrathful.
This is half a sin, but the noble house of black has never learned the meaning of sin and so I stay, always telling myself that it is just for one more night, just for one more hour.
It never is. He is like a supernova. Not just light and beauty but something dark and dangerous where all time stops and everything is dragged into the dark abyss again when it is over.
“Goodnight Narcissa.”
“Goodnight my lord.”
With that it is over, leaving me to crawl back to my waiting husband with excuses of spying and duties… every second knowing that the next night I will be with the stars again.
Author: DoreyG
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy/Lord Voldemort (Long story with a random pairing generator..)
Rating: PG13
Challenge: Starlight
Word count: 198
Author's note: Yeah so the long story… flicking through a random pairing generator and came across Narcissa/Voldemort… and my brain decided to be productive for once and threw out this..
Summary: Narcissa knows this is wrong…
I know this is wrong.
I shouldn’t crave his touch when my husband is at home waiting with our child, I shouldn’t be here when my sister would give her soul to save him… but yet even though I was only dragged in by associations I still find myself like this every night.
It is never in a bed, he is never a kind talkative lover. Our… coupling is under the stars, as free and wild as Bellatrix yet nowhere near as wrathful.
This is half a sin, but the noble house of black has never learned the meaning of sin and so I stay, always telling myself that it is just for one more night, just for one more hour.
It never is. He is like a supernova. Not just light and beauty but something dark and dangerous where all time stops and everything is dragged into the dark abyss again when it is over.
“Goodnight Narcissa.”
“Goodnight my lord.”
With that it is over, leaving me to crawl back to my waiting husband with excuses of spying and duties… every second knowing that the next night I will be with the stars again.