Best Laid Plans... [Narcissa/Sirius, Narcissa/Lucius - R]
Author: ultrasonicbob
Title: Best Laid Plans …
Prompt: #068 Submitted by bootsy_mine
Pairing: Narcissa/Sirius, Narcissa/Lucius
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Language, sexual situations
Word Count: 9100
Summary: Narcissa is in love with Sirius and loathes the fact that she's been promised to Lucius Malfoy. They make a plan for escape, but Lucius isn't about to let his fiancee go without a fight.
Notes: I took some liberties with ages and the time line here, because I think that was the only way to fulfill the prompt. Although, I'm not very up on canon, so this probably would have come out of me regardless.
Best Laid Plans…
Muffled laughter filtered out into the dim corridor, followed by the low rumble of quieted voices.
If someone had been stalking through the third floor hall at midnight, perhaps under a Disillusionment charm, he might have been drawn to the noise coming from the broom closet - to the amused tones simmering down into lush peals of pleasure. By pressing up against the heavy wooden door, an eavesdropper might have been able to discern other sounds besides voices - a rhythmic slapping of flesh against stone, heavy breaths punctuated by short, intense gasps, and the low murmur of love spoken in hushed tones - and guessed at the act taking place inside.
Many stumbling upon such intimacy would dart off with a blush coloring their cheeks. Still others would remain fixed, too thrilled to turn away. But few who happened upon the rendezvous would clench their hands into fists and screw their features into a grimace of hatred.
Lucius Malfoy turned back towards the stairway, his heart blackening as a plan of revenge formed behind slitted grey eyes.
********
"Narcissa Black is a whore and I won't have her as my bride."
The declaration hung like smoke in the darkened sitting room.
"Hysterical pronouncements are unbecoming, Lucius. You would do well to temper your tongue."
Lucius glared at his father. That was not the answer he'd hoped for, leaving him no choice but to reveal the depths of his intended's depravity.
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of the charge, Father. Not only has she given up her virginity, but the person receiving her … gift … was none other than her own cousin. And the pariah, at that."
"Hmm," grunted Abraxas as he massaged his temples. Lucius relaxed at the gesture; his father was a man of few words. Body language was often a much more reliable indicator of his mood. Pure-bloods were allotted some leeway in their personal relations, but Sirius Black's name had been uttered as a curse frequently enough within these walls that Lucius was certain it would tip Abraxas to his favor.
"I understand that your pride has been wounded, Lucius. And my advice on that is to put it aside." Lucius' mouth hung slack at his father's dictate, his shock prompting a dark look from the elder Malfoy. "What? Do you think you'll be the first man to imagine the breech of maidenhead on his wedding night?"
"But Father!" Lucius cried, shooting up to the edge of his seat. "Cygnus promised she would be intact. Her behavior is a disgrace, and as much a slap in my face as yours."
Abraxas remained unperturbed. "Yes, yes, I will have words with Cygnus about this. If it's true, then additional compensation will have to be made."
"So that's it? Narcissa can continue humiliating me with that blood traitor as long as you get a few more pieces of gold?"
Abraxas moved like a whip of silk, his anger finally tipping to action as his fingers clasped around Lucius' throat.
"Do not forget to whom you speak, Son," he hissed, but the composed facade reappeared almost as quickly as it was lost. "Once you are married, she will be yours - to punish or do with as you please. About her dalliance with the Black boy: you are not to speak of it again. If I know Cygnus, she'll be stepping back into line with all haste. Suffer in silence if you must, but let that anger of yours cool. Your union with Narcissa will not be called off."
With a flourish that Lucius had yet to perfect, Abraxas turned and stalked out of the study, leaving his son to stew in bitter thoughts of revenge.
********
Narcissa entered the Hogwarts Express just ahead of the last whistle, having admonished her sisters to procure a compartment for the three of them alone. A summer's worth of impotent rage simmered through her veins, demanding a release. Every time she thought about Lucius Malfoy, her hands curled into fists and she imagined punching him right in his smug, perfect face. But now was not the time for anger and violence. Plans required that she hold her tongue for a little while longer.
She considered herself lucky to even be returning to Hogwarts after Abraxas' visit. Her father had flown into a fury after Abraxas' visit that continued nearly unabated all summer. Narcissa had always been Cygnus' favorite, though how much of that was due to the whirlwind of trouble that followed Bellatrix, she couldn't be sure. But no raven-haired distraction saved her from his wrath when he learned that she'd put her engagement in jeopardy.
Anxious energy tingled her skin as she made her way through the first car. Sirius was here, somewhere. Just knowing that they were in close proximity sent a thrill charging through her core. Sirius was sure to be just as nervous after a summer without a jot of communication, but nothing could have been done about it. They'd been found out, and it had to end. For now, at least.
A crush of Ravenclaw third years crowded the narrow hall; they parted at her icy gaze, her seventh year status trumping their greater numbers. Reaching the end of the aisle without finding her sisters brought a curse to Narcissa's lips. Turning the corner, she nearly screamed when she ran into something hard, warm and invisible.
"Shh," was all she heard as a hand clamped over her mouth, and then she was being pushed into the adjoining car. The Gryffindors collected in the aisles greeted her with scowls, but the insistent pressure at her back did not allow time to exchange jibes. Electric energy radiated out from his touch. She tried to counsel herself to keep a calm composure, but when Sirius drew her into a private compartment, closed the shades and slipped off the invisibility cloak, it was as if a cloud of magnets aligned in her chest.
"Narcissa, what happened this summer? I wrote to you -"
His words cut off as she flung herself against him, her mouth swallowing the end of his sentence. All she could think of was how exquisite he tasted as his lips molded against hers and his tongue sluiced into her mouth. She wanted to possess him, to blend into to him, to let him know, body and soul, how much she loved him.
"Sirius," she breathed as she pulled away. They didn't have much time. "My father knows about us. I don't know how Lucius figured it out, but his father told Cygnus that we slept together and threatened to call off the engagement. Father was livid. He brought in a Healer to see if I was still a virgin, and then he …" Her voice hitched, snagging on a memory of pain and humiliation.
"Oh, Cissy," he said, gentle fingers ghosting over her mouth. "What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Yes," she whispered, the admission stealing her strength. She'd rehearsed this in her mind so many times, that she thought for sure she'd be able to tell him without crumbling. Sirius was her only confidant, the only person who truly cared about her, and his compassion pulled out a depth of hurt that she had to hide from everyone else. An unexpected sob rent from her lungs, and she would have fallen if not for his arms hooking around her. After applying a silencing charm, Sirius scooped Narcissa up; he'd barely settled them onto the couch when a knock startled at the door. Worried glances were exchanged. They couldn't afford to be found together. Cramming into a corner, Narcissa swathed herself in the invisibility cloak as Sirius rose to check on their visitor.
"Black -? What are you doing here?" Lucius said as he barged into the compartment, his eyes darting around the vacant space.
"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy. In case you hadn't noticed, you're in a Gryffindor car."
"I know exactly where I'm at," Lucius hissed as he studied Sirius' eyes. "I'm looking for my fiancée, as a matter of fact. You haven't seen her, have you?" A sly smile curled his lips.
"Get out of here now, Malfoy," Sirius growled, pulling out his wand and pointing at Lucius' throat.
"Tut, tut, Black. No reason to be so hostile," Lucius said as he threw himself down on the seat opposite Narcissa. "Now that I'm here, you and I might as well have a chat about appropriate pure-blood behavior, since it's obvious your family has been … deficient in your education. Chief amongst the lessons I'd like to impress is the price of thievery. A pure-blood never steals another wizard's property - especially when that man is a Malfoy."
"How dare you speak of Narcissa like she were a thing to be bought and sold," Sirius spat as he advanced upon the blond wizard.
"Isn't she?" Lucius asked with a raised brow, his own wand sliding into his palm.
"So help me, Malfoy, if you don't get out of here, I-"
"You'll what?" Lucius interrupted with a smirk. "Ensure that her cunt gets sealed shut permanently?" The look of confusion that fluttered across Sirius' face was not lost upon Lucius. "Oh, you didn't hear, then? When your dear uncle found out that my betrothed was no longer intact, he not only beat her to a bloody pulp, but also decided to ensure her … virtue … by more direct measures. No more fucking in broom closets for you two, I'm afraid. Poor little Narcissa has been fitted with a Chastity Charm, and it will remain in effect until our marriage night. Father and I should have insisted upon it from the start, but no one expected her to turn into such a whore."
"You rotten little tosser!" Sirius growled as he flicked his wand, but Narcissa's "Confundo!" beat him to the punch.
Lucius sunk back into the cushions, his eyes blinking rapidly and an unlikely smile parting his lips.
Throwing off the cloak, Narcissa sprang up, her fingers flying to Sirius' cheeks to soothe the worry from his face. "I'm sorry, Sirius" she murmured as her arms closed around his neck. "I hate that you heard that from him."
"Shh," he whispered as he pulled her tight, "don't apologize for Lucius. When I think about him lording your engagement around like fancy pair of dress robes, I just want to smash him."
Pressing her forehead into his chest, Narcissa took in a steadying breath and prepared to say the words that had been itching at her throat all summer. "I'm not about to let my father marry me off to that cretin. I love you, Sirius. And I can't imagine being married to anyone else. So the answer is, yes, I will be your wife. That is, if you'll still have me."
A spark of happiness lit Sirius' eyes as he pulled back and cupped her jaw. "If I'll still have you? Are you kidding?" he cried as he picked her up and spun her around. Laughter filled the room as he twirled her in a giddy circle. Setting her back down, Sirius's hands pressed against Narcissa's cheeks as he kissed her for a breathless second, the embrace ended with a question. "You're sure about this? You're prepared to leave your family and run away with me?"
"Was it ever a doubt?" Her fingers tangled in Sirius' dark locks as she drew him into a deep kiss that ended almost before it began. Her Confundus charm would only last so long and she couldn't risk Lucius finding her there. "Sirius," Narcissa murmured in between kisses, "there isn't much time. I need to tell you what I have planned …"
********
"Fuck, Narcissa. That feels so good."
Glistening pink lips traveled up the column of his throat, sucking on the pale flesh as her tongue played in warm circles. Licking over the ridge of his chin, she caught the flesh of his bottom lip between her teeth as her mouth spread in a wicked smile. Sharp fingers dug into the meat of her hips, forcing a gasp and causing her to let go of her prize.
"Don't tease, Narcissa," Lucius growled as his hands slid up her back. "I've warned you about those teeth."
"I know," she said, dragging her tongue under his upper lip and grazing a row of perfect porcelain, "but you're so naughty that you deserve a little punishment."
"I take it you didn't like the way I kissed you in front of the traitor?" Lucius said as he smoothed his fingers down to the curve of her ass.
"There's no reason to be cruel, Lucius," Narcissa said, trying to keep the anger from her voice.
"But that's half the fun of it," he drawled, his hands sliding back up to bury into her locks. "The other half is this," he purred as he pulled her down into a kiss
Narcissa let her eyes drift shut, her thoughts turning away from the man below her. Lucius liked being in control, so she let him - it was much easier that way. He barely noticed when she hesitated, his arrogance blinding him to the cause. Lucius had no problem believing that Narcissa had fallen into line. It was the pure-blood tradition, after all. To do otherwise meant risking ostracization by the entirety of their society, and pure-bloods were not known for their independence.
A knock came at the door less than a minute later, prompting Lucius to let her go with an annoyed sigh.
"Do your sisters have to interrupt us with such regularity?"
"You only have yourself to blame," Narcissa teased as she scampered off the bed, but not before Lucius caught her hand.
"One last kiss," he said as he sat up. Sliding his legs off the side of the mattress, he pulled her into the notch of his thighs. Narcissa swallowed back the curse perched upon her tongue and kissed him with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Another knock rang through the room; Narcissa took her cue and pushed away from Lucius. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she slipped from his grip and crossed to the door.
"About time, Cissy," Bellatrix said when the panel swung open.
"Gods Bella, you're so annoying," Narcissa chided as she stepped into the hall.
Bellatrix nipped at her sister's heels as they took off for the girl's lavatory. It was always the same. Running into the toilet, she would go straight to the sink, turn on the taps and douse her mouth with as much water as it took to wash away the taste of Lucius Malfoy.
"Did you bring it?" Narcissa asked, the words coming out in a wet sputter.
"Of course," Bellatrix said as she pulled two vials from her pocket.
It was dangerous trusting Bella, but if there was one person her sister hated more than Sirius Black, it was Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had always been especially cruel to Bellatrix, and her sister received a perverse thrill from helping to cuckold him. Hopefully, it outweighed any favor she might curry for revealing the deception.
Never once did Narcissa consider that love inspired Bellatrix's kindness.
"He knows where to meet?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes, Cissy."
"And you'll stay in the dorm and not make any trouble for me?" Narcissa searched her sister's eyes for a lie as she plucked up the tiny bottle.
"Oh, Cissy," Bella said with a smirk as she started taking off her clothes. "What kind of trouble could I make?"
A few minutes later, Narcissa was buttoning up Bellatrix's shirt and watching as her sister did the same. Mirrors really don't do justice, she thought as she watched Bella brush a tumble of blond hair off her face.
"Make sure you're back in an hour," Bellatrix said as she skipped out of the lavatory, looking entirely too pleased to be in Narcissa's body.
Narcissa ran her hand through a thick mane of dark curls, but giving up rather quickly when the unruly mess refused to tame. Deciding it was a lost cause, she followed her sister out the door.
Excitement and fear tingled along her skin as she approached the rendezvous point. Her heart sank to find the Astronomy Tower empty and her mind jumped to the worst conclusions.
What if he didn't believe Bellatrix? What if she lied and never told him? But what if he thought the kiss was real?
A floorboard creaked, and her head whipped toward the sound to find Sirius stepping out of shadow.
"Is that really you, Cissy?" he asked, stopping about ten feet away.
"Sirius," she whispered, and started to rush over, but the point of his wand stayed her feet.
"Where were we when I got the scar on my knee?"
Narcissa swallowed around the dryness in her throat, unsettled by the glint of anger in his eye. "Dashing behind Honeydukes to keep Lucius from seeing us together. You slipped on a wet stone and tore your trousers. I wanted to heal you, but you said the scar would be a reminder of our first time."
His shoulders slumped as he slipped his wand back into his sleeve. "Merlin, Cissy, it's strange to see you like this," Sirius said as he stalked over to the window and crossed his arms. "I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"How could you doubt it?" Narcissa asked, a strange insecurity filling in her chest.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, a flicker of anger charging his voice, "it might have something to do with how happy you seem with your new 'arrangement'. Perhaps you'd be happier as Mrs. Malfoy?"
A weight of lead dropped into her gut and a swell of tears threatened to break. "You think I like his hands on me?" she asked, conscious that her voice was rising with each word. "You think I like his tongue prodding my throat? He has to believe it's real. It's the only way for this work. It's the only way for us …" Narcissa couldn't finish the sentence, not with the way he was looking at her. Her life and future began to crumble as she imagined Sirius turning against her. She couldn't marry Lucius - wouldn't marry Lucius. But without Sirius …
Grief muddled her thoughts, but then Sirius was at her side, gathering her into his arms. "Shh," he whispered, his lips soothing her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Cissy. It's just so hard to watch the two of you together, especially when he kisses you."
"I couldn't help it," she sobbed as her fingers curled into his chest. "I would kill myself rather than be married to him."
Sirius went rigid at her words. "Don't say that, Narcissa. Never that."
Narcissa shifted in his arms so that she could look into his eyes. "I love you, Sirius. But if we can't make this work, I don't even want to think …"
A curious smile broke across Sirius' face. "I hope you don't mind, but I've enlisted some help. Everything will be worked out by the time we return from holiday."
"Are you serious?" she asked, happiness rounding her voice.
"As a matter of fact, I am," he said as he pulled her in for a kiss.
********
Narcissa was a wrangling mess of nerves and excitement as her family gathered in front of the floo. In a few minutes, she'd be on the Hogwarts Express, and then her life would change for good.
The winter holiday at home had been excruciating. Fear had been with her constantly and disaster lurked around every corner, but she couldn't let any of it show. Her father had to believe that she'd accepted her fate, or else he would have made good on his threat not to let her return to Hogwarts.
Rejection of one's family was nearly unheard of in the pure-blood community. Filial alliances were paramount, especially when born a daughter and not a son. Narcissa simply relied on her father's assumption that she would eventually bend to his will. She'd been trained her whole life how to be a good pure-blood wife, and so she had let instinct guide when intellect baulked.
Cygnus had rewarded her with a heartbreaking amount of affection after their holiday get-together with the Malfoys, her uncharacteristic deference to Lucius earning her looks of approval from both sets of parents. Narcissa didn't dwell on how her deception would affect her father. It was something he would have to get over. He wasn't promising his life to a monster, after all.
A large queue had already formed at King's Cross upon their arrival. When a nervous looking Gryffindor third year bumped into her, a curse came tumbling from her lips, but her words almost faltered at the feel of a note being stuffed in her hand. Her fingers closed around the scrap, slipping the paper up her sleeve before prying eyes caught a glimpse. She didn't dare read it until she had boarded, the gentle scratch of it against her wrist torturous.
As soon as her feet were on the train, she slipped the note into her cupped palm and unfolded it with her thumb.
Leave your bags with the poncy brat, but get your arse to the loo next to Gryffindor car as quickly as possible. Use what's on top of the toilet and then get out. P.S. Don't forget the glasses.
Ten minutes jolted through Narcissa's brain. She had ten minutes until the train left. Hustling into the Slytherin car, she spied Lucius and threw her bag down on the seat next to him.
"I'll be right back," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Wait … what -?" he asked, craning his neck around to watch her leave.
All she could think to say was, "The loo!" as she made her way through the car. Bypassing the Slytherin toilets at the end of the corridor, Narcissa hurried as best she could through the gathering students in the three cars stretching between her and the Gryffindor toilets.
A ripple of anxiety chilled her gut when she came round the corner and found two boys standing outside the toilets. But when they turned around, she let out a little sigh to find that they were Sirius' best mates, James and Remus.
"Just in time," Remus said as he opened the door to the boy's closet.
"But that's the boy's loo," Narcissa said as her eyes darted up and down the hall.
"Exactly. Off you go," Remus said as he took hold of her sleeve and yanked her inside. She turned around as the door shut to see James disappearing inside the girl's loo, but she didn't have time to think on it as she locked the door and turned to strain on tip toe to feel around on top of the water closet.
Her fingers closed around a small glass vial, and then she understood what Sirius wanted her to do. Transforming her clothes, she hoped her guess was right, and then downed the potion. She nearly laughed when she looked in the mirror and watched herself transform into James Potter. Looking around the cramped room, she spied the crumpled note on the floor. It would do.
With a wave of her wand, the note became glasses, and with another, she was wearing the colors of Gryffindor.
The train's whistle blew, announcing the two minute warning. Narcissa scrambled out in a rush, barely looking up and nearly screaming when she ran straight into Lucius Malfoy.
The blond's eyes raked over her with disdain. "Watch where you're going, Potter," he spat.
Not knowing what to do, Narcissa began to cough, but when the door to the girl's loo opened, she nearly choked.
"Ah, there you are," Lucius said as he looked up and found his fiancee stepping out.
"Lucius!" James said behind his polyjuiced mien, his voice obviously charmed to sound more feminine. "How nice of you to come looking for me."
"Yes," he said as he clamped his fingers around James' upper arm and dragged him back towards their seats. "What's happened to your voice?" he asked, but Narcissa didn't wait around for an answer, darting off in the opposite direction instead.
"A spot of cold!" was the last thing she heard as their voices succumbed to the noise of the train.
The doors to the platform stood open, guarded by a slightly bored looking Remus.
"Hey, James," he said when Narcissa stepped up. "That dog of yours must have followed you. I'd get out there and catch it if I were you."
"Thanks," Narcissa half-spoke half-coughed into her hand.
As she brushed by, Remus caught her arm and leaned in close. "I didn't think you had it in you," he whispered, surprising Narcissa when he pressed a quick kiss below her ear.
A lump of emotion filled her throat as she returned to King's Cross. Cygnus still lingered, watching the train. When his eyes swept over her, she nearly ran back inside, but then the bark of a dog drew her attention and she went running to the other side of the platform after her pet.
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"Do you think it will work?" Excitement glittered in Narcissa's eyes as they hurried through the crooked streets of Paris' magical quarter.
"Did your father say Malfoy by name when he cast the Chastity charm?"
"I was a bit upset at the time, but I don't think so. It went something like:
Until you marry
you will stay
unknown to man
your virtue saved."
"Well then, let's get you married," Sirius said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side.
James Potter's family had used their connections to secure a Portkey to Paris and had gone so far as to arrange for an official from the Paris Ministry to preside over the ceremony. The whole situation made Narcissa want to cry - she'd never known friends like James and Remus, and their loyalty to Sirius made her equal parts happy and sad. No one but Sirius had shown her that sort of devotion, and she couldn't believe how close she'd truly been to entering into a life devoid of his warmth.
The ceremony went by in a heady whirl, and when the official pronounced the words, "Sous la force de la loi, à la fois sainte et de la magie, je vous déclare mari et femme," Narcissa felt a telltale tingle in her sex.
She couldn't keep the smile from her face, her happiness communicating everything Sirius needed to know.
Within minutes, they were shrugging off layers of clothes, their exposed flesh warmed by the roaring fire of their hotel suite. Their first embrace as husband and wife was frenetic, as if their bodies had been starving to touch and feel and bask in the other's love. Scooping her up, Sirius carried Narcissa over to the bed, laying her down and quickly covering her with his weight. Narcissa let out a little gasp when he pulled back, his hands sliding up her throat to cup her face as his features hardened. "I love you, Mrs. Sirius Black."
The words filled her heart with the most amazing sense of fullness and peace. If she could have constructed a bubble around this moment, she wouldn't have done so without a thought, happy to seal herself away with Sirius for all eternity. "Say it again," she murmured between kisses.
"I love you, Mrs. Sirius Black," he said, the words bleeding into one another as his tongue played in and out of her mouth.
"I've missed you so much, my gorgeous husband," she purred as her arms and legs wound around his body, her hands tangling into Sirius' shaggy hair as he bent to kiss her. His mouth moved languidly over hers as the caress deepened, his teeth closing over bottom lip from time to time as he explored her welcoming heat.
Narcissa felt feverish and breathless and more aroused than she ever could have imagined. She wanted him inside of her, needed that connection with his flesh. Tilting her hips, the most delicious ache pulsed through her sex to find him hard and waiting. Sirius growled against her lips as she rubbed her cunt along his cock. When Narcissa tightened her legs around his around his waist, he grabbed her wrists and forced her arms over her head, his palms slipping over hers, their fingers entwining.
"This is forever," he whispered as his eyes bored into hers. A delicious pressure built between her legs as he began sliding forward, a little at a time, achingly slow. Her fingers curled into his as she rocked her hips, urging him to go faster. Sirius' face hovered just above hers, watching her as if she was the most fascinating and priceless treasure. Narcissa wondered at the way he made her feel with just a look, her love for him multiplying in that moment, knowing that the rest of her life would be spent in his adoring gaze.
The newlyweds were so intent upon each other that they didn't hear the commotion drifting up from the lower levels of the inn. Perhaps if Sirius hadn't been trying so hard to get himself under control - his cock fit to burst before he even entered his new bride - then maybe he would have heard the raised voices growing steadily closer. Maybe if Narcissa hadn't been so full of love for her new husband - the emotion pushing aside all memory of the furor residing within her father - she would have insisted that they travel farther than Paris, or at the very least, remembered to keep her wand handy.
As it was, there was nothing they could do when Cygnus burst through the door with a very agitated hotel clerk following close behind. Sirius barely managed to turn around and shield his new wife before her father's wand was pointed at him and Cygnus' mouth was forming an Unforgivable.
"Cruci -"
"Expelliarmus!"
Cygnus' head whipped around, murder streaming from his eyes at the trembling clerk.
"I can't let you injure one of our guests. It's … it's my duty to protect …"
Cygnus looked fit to pounce, ready to do bodily harm upon the quaking man, but Sirius' voice stole his attention.
"You have no rights here, Cygnus!" Sirius shouted as he clambered off the bed. "We're legally married, and you can't -."
"Father, no!" Narcissa screamed when her father charged Sirius and sent the boy flying backwards with a fist to the jaw.
"Accio wand!" Cygnus shouted as he stalked over to Narcissa and yanked her out of the bed by her hair.
"Father - please!" she begged as her legs scrambled over the floor. The clerk watched with a shaky wand as Cygnus pulled her towards the door.
"Do not interfere," was all the elder Black said as he dragged his naked daughter out of the room.
********
… they consummate the union?
Yes, but consummation isn't …
... don't need you to tell me what I …
… but the union was …
Just perform the damned spell or …
… there's a possibility of severe damage. She might be …
I don't care! Just perform the spell!
********
"I can't believe we've been away from England for so long. As much as I love traveling, it's lovely to walk the streets of home."
"Yes," Lucius said as he patted Narcissa's hand. The young couple cut a striking figure as they walked the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. "It's good to be home."
Sirius peered out from the window of Flourish & Blotts and wondered if he was seeing a mirage. He'd had no sign or word from Narcissa since her father removed her from their honeymoon bed nearly two years before. She hadn't returned to Hogwarts, and it had been announced, quietly, last year that Lucius and Narcissa had wed, but no one would confirm to him that the ceremony had taken place.
He'd tried to use his authority as Narcissa's husband to demand her release, but a rumor had spread like wildfire through the Ministry that Sirius had been practicing dark magic and perhaps had placed Narcissa under an Imperius before their trip to Paris. Their marriage had been annulled without him ever having been asked a word, the news arriving by owl two weeks after his return.
Sliding out of the doorway into shadow, Sirius watched as Lucius and Narcissa walked down the street, keeping a discrete distance behind, too far for overhearing.
And that's when it came to him - she was just pretending! Just like she'd done back at Hogwarts, she was pretending to be in love with Lucius until she could make her escape. Excitement charged his step as he followed them, waiting for his chance.
Lucius stepped into a shop, leaving Narcissa on the sidewalk, and that's when Sirius pounced. Not wanting her to cry out, he hit her with a Confundus charm and then came up along side and grabbed her arm.
"I'm here, Narcissa. Don't be afraid."
Narcissa just smiled as Sirius led her off to an alley and didn't make a peep when he Disapparated them both. A moment later, he was escorting her into the darkened drawing room at Grimmauld Place and shutting the door behind them.
"Oh, Cissy," he said as he led her to a low sofa, his eyes brimming with tears as he waved his wand and removed the spell, "I've missed you so much. I tried to get you away from them, but they convinced the Ministry that I'd corrupted you. I'm so sorry - I can't even imagine what you've been through."
"Sirius?" she asked, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space as the dregs of the charm wore off. "What am I doing here? Where's Lucius?"
"He's back at Diagon Alley. We don't have much time, but I can get us out of the country. It will only take -"
"Why would I want to leave the country?" Narcissa asked, standing up and brushing his hands from her lap. "I'm not sure what's going on, Sirius, but I think you'd better take me back to my husband."
"I'm your husband," Sirius said as he jumped up and closed the distance between them. "Oh Gods, they Obliviated you," he said as he cupped her jaw. "Tell me, what do you remember of the last two years?"
"What kind of a question is that?" she bristled, swatting his hands away as her eyes raked over him in a cold inspection. "I've always defended your quirks, Cousin, but you've taken outlandish to an entirely new level."
"Damn it, Cissy - they've lied to you! You and I have been in love with each for years. You couldn't stand the thought of becoming Lucius' wife, so you left Hogwarts and ran away with me to Paris. We were married, but your father found us and he took you away."
Narcissa's eyes had gotten progressively wider as Sirius spoke, and when he tried to take her arms, she recoiled in horror. "I don't know what has happened to you Sirius, but I think a trip to St. Mungos is in order." Dashing to the door, Narcissa's fingers froze on the handle when Sirius locked it with a, "Colloportus."
"I can't let you leave, Cissy. There has to be a way to reverse whatever damage they did. You wouldn't want me to leave you with Lucius. You told me you'd rather die than be with him."
Turning around, Narcissa pressed into the door as her eyes fixed on his wand. "Sirius, you don't know what you're saying," she whispered, a tremor shaking her voice. "Please, I just want to go back -"
The front door opened and Narcissa whipped toward the sound. "Help me!" she shouted as she banged on the door. "Please, someone help me!"
"Cissy, please," Sirius begged as he raked his hands through his hair. "You have to listen to me!"
From out in the hall came the call of Alohamora and then Narcissa was tumbling into the chest of Remus Lupin.
"Remus, please, I think there's something wrong with Sirius. You have to help him."
"I know, dear," Remus said as he curled his arm around her shoulder. "Let's get you back."
"Remus!" Sirius shouted as sprang forward and grabbed Narcissa's hand. "You know what happened! You can't let her go back!"
Remus leaned in to hiss in Sirius' ear, "You've put us all at risk by bringing her here. The Ministry is hunting her as we speak - she has to go back."
Sirius' eyes were wet as he glanced between a frightened Narcissa and an angry Remus. "But, she belongs with me," he whispered, holding fast as Narcissa tried to wriggle her hand from his.
"She doesn't remember you," Remus said as he placed a hand on Sirius' wrist. "You'd do more harm than good by keeping her here."
"I can't -," Sirius said, but the fire was dimming from his eyes, any light of hope extinguished when Narcissa snapped her hand away and rushed out of the room with Remus following after.
********
That night, Narcissa awoke with a start, her face already wet with tears. Thunder erupted in her chest as her thoughts coalesced, old memories blending with new to inform her of the truth. It was all she could do not to vomit when she realized what had been done to her.
Sirius!
Heavy, even breathing came from her husband's side of the bed. The sound brought a rush of confused, conflicted emotions. She'd spent the past two years completely in love with everything about the blond haired wizard. While she knew she should hate him - he was responsible for this, after all, even though it had been her father who had held her down while a greasy-haired wizard with rancid breath muttered the memory spell - the memory of her love muddied her anger. She needed to get away, to collect her thoughts and let her memories settle until she could trust her own reactions.
And she needed to get to Sirius.
Slipping out of the bed, Narcissa tip toed over to the cabinet where she kept her wand. The room was quite dark, but the scant moonlight was enough to illuminate the bare surface of the dresser. Her wand was missing! Sweeping her hands over the wood anyway, she hoped that it had just rolled out of sight even as a quiet certainty dawned that someone had taken it.
"Something wrong, dear?" Lucius asked as he rose up on one lazy hand, the other held out, beckoning her return.
Ice poured down Narcissa's spine. If she let on that her memories were back, Lucius would surely Obliviate her or re-cast the memory charm. She had to fool him long enough to escape.
"I had the strangest dream," Narcissa said as she played the dutiful wife and slipped underneath the covers. "My wand had gone missing. I just had to check, and funny enough, it's gone."
Lucius ignored her statement, circling her wrist instead and drawing Narcissa across the mattress. His hands dropped to her hips once she was close enough to maneuver her on top of him.
"That's because I took it," he answered as his hands combed back her hair, his fingers trailing through its length. "I have a little surprise for you." His index fingers hooked under the straps of her nightdress, the garment sliding off her shoulders and down her arms as it followed the path of his hands. Narcissa let out a little gasp when he rolled her onto the mattress, his body moving with hers. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as his lips pressed into her neck.
The strangest mix of emotions washed over her as Lucius caressed her body. Part of her hated it as much as she used to hate him, but the months spent as his wife left her with a bank of memories that whispered of love and pleasure. Narcissa Malfoy adored Lucius Malfoy, and right now, she needed to react normally, which meant writhing in ecstasy as his lips circled around a pert nipple.
Closing her eyes, Narcissa forced down the layers of old hate and focused instead on what it was like to enjoy Lucius' touch. Arching her back, Narcissa let her hands drift over Lucius' shoulders, her fingers playing over the hard muscles. When he pushed up the silk of her nightdress and pulled down her knickers, she just bit her lip and let her knees fall open.
"I love the way you taste," Lucius purred as he knelt between her legs, massaging the flesh of her upper thighs. "Tell me Narcissa, do you like it when I eat your cunt?"
"You know I do," Narcissa said as she lifted her foot and rubbed it across his chest.
"I want you to say it," he murmured as he took her by the ankle and nuzzled her arch, his eyes never leaving her face.
"I love the way you lick my cunt," she whispered, her declaration rewarded with a playful nip at her big toe. Lowering her foot, his fingers smoothed up her legs until they reached her cleft, circling over her outer folds and ghosting around her clit. She should be hating it, but Lucius knew exactly how to excite her body, and teasing her was his specialty.
"What do you want me to do next?" he asked as he pushed open the flesh of her sex.
"You know what I want," Narcissa murmured, trying to avoid saying the words
"Come on, don't get shy on me now," Lucius teased as his fingers dipped closer to her wetness. "Tell me what you want me to do."
As much as she wanted to push him away, she had to play his game and get through this as quickly as possible. "I want you to do this," Narcissa said as she took his hand and guided one of his fingers into her cunt.
"You are so wet," Lucius drawled as he leaned forward, his hair grazing her chest as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. A traitorous moan escaped her lips when he slipped another finger into her, both digits angled up to rub her sweet spot. His lips were warm and wet as they traveled up her breast and over her throat to her mouth, his tongue soft but insistent as it parted her lips. Lucius' kiss was slow and passionate; Narcissa cursed herself for responding in kind. Her husband's body fit against hers perfectly, and even though she hated him for what he'd done, she couldn't deny how good it felt when he touched her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he dragged his lips along her jaw, his grey eyes fixed on hers.
"Yes," she said, her voice entirely too breathless.
"Tell me."
Narcissa bit down on her lip as he sucked on the flesh behind her ear. It was wrong, so wrong, to succumb to his seduction. But his fingers were pumping in and out at a delicious pace, his thumb working over her clit with each thrust, and soon an orgasm was tightening her womb and she couldn't help but rock her hips in time with his rhythm. She was so aroused that when he stopped, she nearly cried out.
"Say it and I'll let you come."
She knew that she'd hate herself later on for sounding so plaintive, but she was so close, and it might clue Lucius in to her changed mind if she didn't act the part. "Yes, Lucius, I want you to fuck me," she moaned as her nails dug into his back. Lucius chuckled softly as he shifted back down between her knees. It only took a few sweeps of his practiced tongue before her toes were curling into the sheets and the walls of her sex were squeezing around his fingers.
Narcissa usually hated it when he kissed her while his lips were heavy with her scent, but this time she readily accepted his tongue. And when he pressed his fingers to her mouth, still covered in her essence, she sucked the digits between her lips with a greediness that demonstrated the intensity of her arousal.
Lucius was out of his pajama bottoms a moment later, and his erection was pressing at her cunt. "I want to try something a little different," he purred, his tongue catching her upper lip as the head of his cock dipped into her wetness. "Do you trust me?"
Excitement had muddled Narcissa's senses. Lucius' sexual tastes, while voracious, had been fairly tame up til now. There was no reason to think he'd do something offensive.
"Of course," she said, although when he leaned over to his nightstand and pulled his wand from the top drawer, she wondered if she shouldn't rethink.
"Incarcerous," he said, punctuating the word with a wicked grin. Narcissa's arms were immediately yanked toward the headboard as lashings circled her wrists.
Thrashing against her bindings, Narcissa's heart sped up as she realized her vulnerability. "Lucius, what -?"
"Shh," Lucius soothed as he crawled up her body to nuzzle her neck. "I'm not going to hurt you … much."
A spike of adrenaline shot through her blood. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Lucius said as he propped himself up to hover over her face. "I thought that memory spell was never going to wear off. What fun is there in punishing you if you have no idea what you're being punished for?"
"What are you talking about, Lucius?" Narcissa asked, and there was a definite tremble in her voice. This was the old Lucius, the one she remembered hating. Damn it! Why hadn't she just knocked him out when she had the chance? "What spell?"
"Come now, Narcissa. Lying doesn't suit you. Did you really think that you could humiliate me and not be punished?"
"I don't know what you're -"
Narcissa's words were cut off by an ear-ringing slap across the face.
"Of course," he said as his fingers trailed over a hot cheek, "I had to be certain. The spell your father created not only imparts false memories, but it also tames that wild temperament of yours. A proper pure-blood wife would never let such filth pass her lips."
Narcissa searched her memories, and blanched to find that Lucius was right! Not a single curse had passed her lips since the spell was cast, and she never would had never acted so wantonly as to beg him to fuck her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried as tears of frustration collected in her eyes.
"Because you belong to me," he answered, his voice as soft as the fingertips dragging through her tears. "Because no one humiliates a Malfoy and gets away with it. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to know how close you were to being reunited with your first husband."
"Fuck you, Lucius," Narcissa snarled as she bucked and thrashed.
"Tut, tut," Lucius murmured as he sat up and waved his wand, "such language." The bindings at her wrists shifted, pulling her with them until she was lying face-down upon the mattress. Her nightdress was removed next, and then Lucius was yanking apart her legs.
"I've never done this without proper lubrication," he said as he pulled her up onto her knees and pried her arsecheeks apart. "Is that pussy of yours still wet?"
"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard!" she yelled, her words choked with embarrassment and frustration. "I'm going to kill you."
"I'm sure you would, dear. Which is why you won't be getting your wand back anytime soon," he said, and then his cock was plunging into her up to the hilt and he was moaning in pleasure. "Your cunt feels so good after you come. Although, I am a bit confused that you could get so excited over someone you profess to want killed."
"I hate you," Narcissa cried into the pillow beneath her face as her hands curled into fists.
"You haven't even begun to hate me," Lucius said as he pulled out completely. "I'd take a deep breath if I were you," he said as he rubbed his cock over her puckered arsehole. "I hear that this can be quite painful."
********
"He accosted her again today," Lucius said as he entered the study. "I was assured, by both you and Cygnus, that he would no longer be a problem. But here we are, still dealing with the traitor three years later."
Abraxas sighed. "You know our hands are tied. After that fiasco with the Ministry, we would no doubt be called to account. You'll have to manage with the occasional annoyance."
"It's not that simple," Lucius said as he poured a drink and took a swig. "She's starting to remember again."
"So quickly?" Abraxas asked as he massaged his brow.
"Yes. It seems the charm loses power with repeated use. I don't know why Cygnus didn't just Obliviate her at the beginning and be done with it. Now that she's pregnant, I don't dare use the spell. I won't risk another miscarriage."
"No," Abraxas answered, "the spell is much too dangerous now. I wish we'd never had to use that blasted -" The elder Malfoy's gaze caught on the edge of the plush oriental rug as if an answer lie within its weave. "There is one solution," Abraxas said, although he couldn't raise his eyes to meet Lucius'. "You could swear your allegiance. He would take care of the traitor."
It was Lucius' turn to let out a sigh. "I'd hoped to keep us above the fray."
"With the way the tide is turning, we'd be joining up with him sooner or later."
"I suppose," Lucius said. "I never thought I'd be looking forward to the day when I didn't have to cast that spell. As nice as it is to have a complacent wife, I think I prefer her with a touch of fire."
"Be careful what you wish for," Abraxas said with a wry smile. "Though, with Black out of the picture, I can't imagine she'd have much reason to leave. And even if she does, you'll still have your heir."
"My thoughts exactly," Lucius said, his lips curling in an eery semblance of his father's.
********
"Oh no!" Narcissa gasped as she read the front page of the Prophet.
"What is it?" Lucius asked as he sweetened his tea.
"My cousin … Sirius … he's been arrested. They say he killed Peter Pettigrew and he's been accused of leading Voldemort to James and Lily." Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she read the article. "They were his best friends. He wouldn't have done that - would he?" she asked, her pleading expression earning her an annoyed grimace from her husband.
"You always were too fond of him," Lucius said as he pulled the paper from her grip. "It's best to forget about him entirely. You're a Malfoy now and it's our family that needs attending to," he said, glancing at Draco in his crib. "This, right here, is all that matters."
"Of course," Narcissa said as she lifted Draco to her breast. It didn't take long for the sorrow to wash from her eyes as she rocked her son. "I just feel bad, is all. My only wish is for everyone to be as happy as I am," she said, clasping Lucius' hand.
"Indeed," Lucius said, a small smile edging his lips as he brought Narcissa's fingers to his mouth.
********
Sirius had been tried and convicted by the time she remembered.
When Narcissa finally awoke from her fugue, the rush of pain that accompanied her memories felt like a physical blow. She sat up with a gasp, clutching at her breast, her fingers trying to claw out the ache coursing through her heart like acid.
"Sirius," she cried, not caring that Lucius might hear.
As it was, Lucius was already awake and sitting in his favorite wing-back. Narcissa had gone through this so many times by now that she didn't even notice when he stood up and walked to her side. And any fight she might have had was gone when he sat down and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his chest.
"Shh," he soothed as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Narcissa, but I couldn't risk losing you. You'll come to understand, in time."
When Lucius laid her back down on the mattress, he didn't even have to bind her wrists. And while she didn't kiss him with the fervor of a properly trained wife, she didn't pull away when he molded his mouth to hers.
"I think you've been punished enough," he whispered as he brushed back the hair sticking to her wet cheeks. "Now that Sirius is no longer a threat and you've given me an heir, I'd planned on leaving your memories intact and letting you do as you would. But I must admit, Narcissa," he said as he stroked her locks, his grey gaze softening to something akin to love, "that I've become quite fond of you. I'm willing to make a go of our marriage and dispense with the memory spell if you behave and act a proper wife and mother. Of course, if you'd rather forget …"
Lucius' words trailed off as a memory of Sirius' dark eyes - gaunt, scared, and alone - flooded her mind. He was gone forever, and it was all because of her. She'd testified at his trial, about the times that he'd accosted her. It was her testimony that sealed his fate, the Wizengamot placing much weight on the words of a once beloved cousin. He had turned to her as he was led out of the courtroom, his last words echoing still …
I love you
Narcissa's heart turned to stone as she stared up the canopy, feeling but not feeling the pressure of Lucius' hands as they undressed her.
Lucius was wrong about one thing. She might have her memories back for good, but her punishment had just begun.
Title: Best Laid Plans …
Prompt: #068 Submitted by bootsy_mine
Pairing: Narcissa/Sirius, Narcissa/Lucius
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Language, sexual situations
Word Count: 9100
Summary: Narcissa is in love with Sirius and loathes the fact that she's been promised to Lucius Malfoy. They make a plan for escape, but Lucius isn't about to let his fiancee go without a fight.
Notes: I took some liberties with ages and the time line here, because I think that was the only way to fulfill the prompt. Although, I'm not very up on canon, so this probably would have come out of me regardless.
Best Laid Plans…
Muffled laughter filtered out into the dim corridor, followed by the low rumble of quieted voices.
If someone had been stalking through the third floor hall at midnight, perhaps under a Disillusionment charm, he might have been drawn to the noise coming from the broom closet - to the amused tones simmering down into lush peals of pleasure. By pressing up against the heavy wooden door, an eavesdropper might have been able to discern other sounds besides voices - a rhythmic slapping of flesh against stone, heavy breaths punctuated by short, intense gasps, and the low murmur of love spoken in hushed tones - and guessed at the act taking place inside.
Many stumbling upon such intimacy would dart off with a blush coloring their cheeks. Still others would remain fixed, too thrilled to turn away. But few who happened upon the rendezvous would clench their hands into fists and screw their features into a grimace of hatred.
Lucius Malfoy turned back towards the stairway, his heart blackening as a plan of revenge formed behind slitted grey eyes.
********
"Narcissa Black is a whore and I won't have her as my bride."
The declaration hung like smoke in the darkened sitting room.
"Hysterical pronouncements are unbecoming, Lucius. You would do well to temper your tongue."
Lucius glared at his father. That was not the answer he'd hoped for, leaving him no choice but to reveal the depths of his intended's depravity.
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of the charge, Father. Not only has she given up her virginity, but the person receiving her … gift … was none other than her own cousin. And the pariah, at that."
"Hmm," grunted Abraxas as he massaged his temples. Lucius relaxed at the gesture; his father was a man of few words. Body language was often a much more reliable indicator of his mood. Pure-bloods were allotted some leeway in their personal relations, but Sirius Black's name had been uttered as a curse frequently enough within these walls that Lucius was certain it would tip Abraxas to his favor.
"I understand that your pride has been wounded, Lucius. And my advice on that is to put it aside." Lucius' mouth hung slack at his father's dictate, his shock prompting a dark look from the elder Malfoy. "What? Do you think you'll be the first man to imagine the breech of maidenhead on his wedding night?"
"But Father!" Lucius cried, shooting up to the edge of his seat. "Cygnus promised she would be intact. Her behavior is a disgrace, and as much a slap in my face as yours."
Abraxas remained unperturbed. "Yes, yes, I will have words with Cygnus about this. If it's true, then additional compensation will have to be made."
"So that's it? Narcissa can continue humiliating me with that blood traitor as long as you get a few more pieces of gold?"
Abraxas moved like a whip of silk, his anger finally tipping to action as his fingers clasped around Lucius' throat.
"Do not forget to whom you speak, Son," he hissed, but the composed facade reappeared almost as quickly as it was lost. "Once you are married, she will be yours - to punish or do with as you please. About her dalliance with the Black boy: you are not to speak of it again. If I know Cygnus, she'll be stepping back into line with all haste. Suffer in silence if you must, but let that anger of yours cool. Your union with Narcissa will not be called off."
With a flourish that Lucius had yet to perfect, Abraxas turned and stalked out of the study, leaving his son to stew in bitter thoughts of revenge.
********
Narcissa entered the Hogwarts Express just ahead of the last whistle, having admonished her sisters to procure a compartment for the three of them alone. A summer's worth of impotent rage simmered through her veins, demanding a release. Every time she thought about Lucius Malfoy, her hands curled into fists and she imagined punching him right in his smug, perfect face. But now was not the time for anger and violence. Plans required that she hold her tongue for a little while longer.
She considered herself lucky to even be returning to Hogwarts after Abraxas' visit. Her father had flown into a fury after Abraxas' visit that continued nearly unabated all summer. Narcissa had always been Cygnus' favorite, though how much of that was due to the whirlwind of trouble that followed Bellatrix, she couldn't be sure. But no raven-haired distraction saved her from his wrath when he learned that she'd put her engagement in jeopardy.
Anxious energy tingled her skin as she made her way through the first car. Sirius was here, somewhere. Just knowing that they were in close proximity sent a thrill charging through her core. Sirius was sure to be just as nervous after a summer without a jot of communication, but nothing could have been done about it. They'd been found out, and it had to end. For now, at least.
A crush of Ravenclaw third years crowded the narrow hall; they parted at her icy gaze, her seventh year status trumping their greater numbers. Reaching the end of the aisle without finding her sisters brought a curse to Narcissa's lips. Turning the corner, she nearly screamed when she ran into something hard, warm and invisible.
"Shh," was all she heard as a hand clamped over her mouth, and then she was being pushed into the adjoining car. The Gryffindors collected in the aisles greeted her with scowls, but the insistent pressure at her back did not allow time to exchange jibes. Electric energy radiated out from his touch. She tried to counsel herself to keep a calm composure, but when Sirius drew her into a private compartment, closed the shades and slipped off the invisibility cloak, it was as if a cloud of magnets aligned in her chest.
"Narcissa, what happened this summer? I wrote to you -"
His words cut off as she flung herself against him, her mouth swallowing the end of his sentence. All she could think of was how exquisite he tasted as his lips molded against hers and his tongue sluiced into her mouth. She wanted to possess him, to blend into to him, to let him know, body and soul, how much she loved him.
"Sirius," she breathed as she pulled away. They didn't have much time. "My father knows about us. I don't know how Lucius figured it out, but his father told Cygnus that we slept together and threatened to call off the engagement. Father was livid. He brought in a Healer to see if I was still a virgin, and then he …" Her voice hitched, snagging on a memory of pain and humiliation.
"Oh, Cissy," he said, gentle fingers ghosting over her mouth. "What happened? Did he hurt you?"
"Yes," she whispered, the admission stealing her strength. She'd rehearsed this in her mind so many times, that she thought for sure she'd be able to tell him without crumbling. Sirius was her only confidant, the only person who truly cared about her, and his compassion pulled out a depth of hurt that she had to hide from everyone else. An unexpected sob rent from her lungs, and she would have fallen if not for his arms hooking around her. After applying a silencing charm, Sirius scooped Narcissa up; he'd barely settled them onto the couch when a knock startled at the door. Worried glances were exchanged. They couldn't afford to be found together. Cramming into a corner, Narcissa swathed herself in the invisibility cloak as Sirius rose to check on their visitor.
"Black -? What are you doing here?" Lucius said as he barged into the compartment, his eyes darting around the vacant space.
"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy. In case you hadn't noticed, you're in a Gryffindor car."
"I know exactly where I'm at," Lucius hissed as he studied Sirius' eyes. "I'm looking for my fiancée, as a matter of fact. You haven't seen her, have you?" A sly smile curled his lips.
"Get out of here now, Malfoy," Sirius growled, pulling out his wand and pointing at Lucius' throat.
"Tut, tut, Black. No reason to be so hostile," Lucius said as he threw himself down on the seat opposite Narcissa. "Now that I'm here, you and I might as well have a chat about appropriate pure-blood behavior, since it's obvious your family has been … deficient in your education. Chief amongst the lessons I'd like to impress is the price of thievery. A pure-blood never steals another wizard's property - especially when that man is a Malfoy."
"How dare you speak of Narcissa like she were a thing to be bought and sold," Sirius spat as he advanced upon the blond wizard.
"Isn't she?" Lucius asked with a raised brow, his own wand sliding into his palm.
"So help me, Malfoy, if you don't get out of here, I-"
"You'll what?" Lucius interrupted with a smirk. "Ensure that her cunt gets sealed shut permanently?" The look of confusion that fluttered across Sirius' face was not lost upon Lucius. "Oh, you didn't hear, then? When your dear uncle found out that my betrothed was no longer intact, he not only beat her to a bloody pulp, but also decided to ensure her … virtue … by more direct measures. No more fucking in broom closets for you two, I'm afraid. Poor little Narcissa has been fitted with a Chastity Charm, and it will remain in effect until our marriage night. Father and I should have insisted upon it from the start, but no one expected her to turn into such a whore."
"You rotten little tosser!" Sirius growled as he flicked his wand, but Narcissa's "Confundo!" beat him to the punch.
Lucius sunk back into the cushions, his eyes blinking rapidly and an unlikely smile parting his lips.
Throwing off the cloak, Narcissa sprang up, her fingers flying to Sirius' cheeks to soothe the worry from his face. "I'm sorry, Sirius" she murmured as her arms closed around his neck. "I hate that you heard that from him."
"Shh," he whispered as he pulled her tight, "don't apologize for Lucius. When I think about him lording your engagement around like fancy pair of dress robes, I just want to smash him."
Pressing her forehead into his chest, Narcissa took in a steadying breath and prepared to say the words that had been itching at her throat all summer. "I'm not about to let my father marry me off to that cretin. I love you, Sirius. And I can't imagine being married to anyone else. So the answer is, yes, I will be your wife. That is, if you'll still have me."
A spark of happiness lit Sirius' eyes as he pulled back and cupped her jaw. "If I'll still have you? Are you kidding?" he cried as he picked her up and spun her around. Laughter filled the room as he twirled her in a giddy circle. Setting her back down, Sirius's hands pressed against Narcissa's cheeks as he kissed her for a breathless second, the embrace ended with a question. "You're sure about this? You're prepared to leave your family and run away with me?"
"Was it ever a doubt?" Her fingers tangled in Sirius' dark locks as she drew him into a deep kiss that ended almost before it began. Her Confundus charm would only last so long and she couldn't risk Lucius finding her there. "Sirius," Narcissa murmured in between kisses, "there isn't much time. I need to tell you what I have planned …"
********
"Fuck, Narcissa. That feels so good."
Glistening pink lips traveled up the column of his throat, sucking on the pale flesh as her tongue played in warm circles. Licking over the ridge of his chin, she caught the flesh of his bottom lip between her teeth as her mouth spread in a wicked smile. Sharp fingers dug into the meat of her hips, forcing a gasp and causing her to let go of her prize.
"Don't tease, Narcissa," Lucius growled as his hands slid up her back. "I've warned you about those teeth."
"I know," she said, dragging her tongue under his upper lip and grazing a row of perfect porcelain, "but you're so naughty that you deserve a little punishment."
"I take it you didn't like the way I kissed you in front of the traitor?" Lucius said as he smoothed his fingers down to the curve of her ass.
"There's no reason to be cruel, Lucius," Narcissa said, trying to keep the anger from her voice.
"But that's half the fun of it," he drawled, his hands sliding back up to bury into her locks. "The other half is this," he purred as he pulled her down into a kiss
Narcissa let her eyes drift shut, her thoughts turning away from the man below her. Lucius liked being in control, so she let him - it was much easier that way. He barely noticed when she hesitated, his arrogance blinding him to the cause. Lucius had no problem believing that Narcissa had fallen into line. It was the pure-blood tradition, after all. To do otherwise meant risking ostracization by the entirety of their society, and pure-bloods were not known for their independence.
A knock came at the door less than a minute later, prompting Lucius to let her go with an annoyed sigh.
"Do your sisters have to interrupt us with such regularity?"
"You only have yourself to blame," Narcissa teased as she scampered off the bed, but not before Lucius caught her hand.
"One last kiss," he said as he sat up. Sliding his legs off the side of the mattress, he pulled her into the notch of his thighs. Narcissa swallowed back the curse perched upon her tongue and kissed him with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Another knock rang through the room; Narcissa took her cue and pushed away from Lucius. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she slipped from his grip and crossed to the door.
"About time, Cissy," Bellatrix said when the panel swung open.
"Gods Bella, you're so annoying," Narcissa chided as she stepped into the hall.
Bellatrix nipped at her sister's heels as they took off for the girl's lavatory. It was always the same. Running into the toilet, she would go straight to the sink, turn on the taps and douse her mouth with as much water as it took to wash away the taste of Lucius Malfoy.
"Did you bring it?" Narcissa asked, the words coming out in a wet sputter.
"Of course," Bellatrix said as she pulled two vials from her pocket.
It was dangerous trusting Bella, but if there was one person her sister hated more than Sirius Black, it was Lucius Malfoy. Lucius had always been especially cruel to Bellatrix, and her sister received a perverse thrill from helping to cuckold him. Hopefully, it outweighed any favor she might curry for revealing the deception.
Never once did Narcissa consider that love inspired Bellatrix's kindness.
"He knows where to meet?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes, Cissy."
"And you'll stay in the dorm and not make any trouble for me?" Narcissa searched her sister's eyes for a lie as she plucked up the tiny bottle.
"Oh, Cissy," Bella said with a smirk as she started taking off her clothes. "What kind of trouble could I make?"
A few minutes later, Narcissa was buttoning up Bellatrix's shirt and watching as her sister did the same. Mirrors really don't do justice, she thought as she watched Bella brush a tumble of blond hair off her face.
"Make sure you're back in an hour," Bellatrix said as she skipped out of the lavatory, looking entirely too pleased to be in Narcissa's body.
Narcissa ran her hand through a thick mane of dark curls, but giving up rather quickly when the unruly mess refused to tame. Deciding it was a lost cause, she followed her sister out the door.
Excitement and fear tingled along her skin as she approached the rendezvous point. Her heart sank to find the Astronomy Tower empty and her mind jumped to the worst conclusions.
What if he didn't believe Bellatrix? What if she lied and never told him? But what if he thought the kiss was real?
A floorboard creaked, and her head whipped toward the sound to find Sirius stepping out of shadow.
"Is that really you, Cissy?" he asked, stopping about ten feet away.
"Sirius," she whispered, and started to rush over, but the point of his wand stayed her feet.
"Where were we when I got the scar on my knee?"
Narcissa swallowed around the dryness in her throat, unsettled by the glint of anger in his eye. "Dashing behind Honeydukes to keep Lucius from seeing us together. You slipped on a wet stone and tore your trousers. I wanted to heal you, but you said the scar would be a reminder of our first time."
His shoulders slumped as he slipped his wand back into his sleeve. "Merlin, Cissy, it's strange to see you like this," Sirius said as he stalked over to the window and crossed his arms. "I wasn't sure if you'd come."
"How could you doubt it?" Narcissa asked, a strange insecurity filling in her chest.
"Oh, I don't know," he said, a flicker of anger charging his voice, "it might have something to do with how happy you seem with your new 'arrangement'. Perhaps you'd be happier as Mrs. Malfoy?"
A weight of lead dropped into her gut and a swell of tears threatened to break. "You think I like his hands on me?" she asked, conscious that her voice was rising with each word. "You think I like his tongue prodding my throat? He has to believe it's real. It's the only way for this work. It's the only way for us …" Narcissa couldn't finish the sentence, not with the way he was looking at her. Her life and future began to crumble as she imagined Sirius turning against her. She couldn't marry Lucius - wouldn't marry Lucius. But without Sirius …
Grief muddled her thoughts, but then Sirius was at her side, gathering her into his arms. "Shh," he whispered, his lips soothing her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Cissy. It's just so hard to watch the two of you together, especially when he kisses you."
"I couldn't help it," she sobbed as her fingers curled into his chest. "I would kill myself rather than be married to him."
Sirius went rigid at her words. "Don't say that, Narcissa. Never that."
Narcissa shifted in his arms so that she could look into his eyes. "I love you, Sirius. But if we can't make this work, I don't even want to think …"
A curious smile broke across Sirius' face. "I hope you don't mind, but I've enlisted some help. Everything will be worked out by the time we return from holiday."
"Are you serious?" she asked, happiness rounding her voice.
"As a matter of fact, I am," he said as he pulled her in for a kiss.
********
Narcissa was a wrangling mess of nerves and excitement as her family gathered in front of the floo. In a few minutes, she'd be on the Hogwarts Express, and then her life would change for good.
The winter holiday at home had been excruciating. Fear had been with her constantly and disaster lurked around every corner, but she couldn't let any of it show. Her father had to believe that she'd accepted her fate, or else he would have made good on his threat not to let her return to Hogwarts.
Rejection of one's family was nearly unheard of in the pure-blood community. Filial alliances were paramount, especially when born a daughter and not a son. Narcissa simply relied on her father's assumption that she would eventually bend to his will. She'd been trained her whole life how to be a good pure-blood wife, and so she had let instinct guide when intellect baulked.
Cygnus had rewarded her with a heartbreaking amount of affection after their holiday get-together with the Malfoys, her uncharacteristic deference to Lucius earning her looks of approval from both sets of parents. Narcissa didn't dwell on how her deception would affect her father. It was something he would have to get over. He wasn't promising his life to a monster, after all.
A large queue had already formed at King's Cross upon their arrival. When a nervous looking Gryffindor third year bumped into her, a curse came tumbling from her lips, but her words almost faltered at the feel of a note being stuffed in her hand. Her fingers closed around the scrap, slipping the paper up her sleeve before prying eyes caught a glimpse. She didn't dare read it until she had boarded, the gentle scratch of it against her wrist torturous.
As soon as her feet were on the train, she slipped the note into her cupped palm and unfolded it with her thumb.
Leave your bags with the poncy brat, but get your arse to the loo next to Gryffindor car as quickly as possible. Use what's on top of the toilet and then get out. P.S. Don't forget the glasses.
Ten minutes jolted through Narcissa's brain. She had ten minutes until the train left. Hustling into the Slytherin car, she spied Lucius and threw her bag down on the seat next to him.
"I'll be right back," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Wait … what -?" he asked, craning his neck around to watch her leave.
All she could think to say was, "The loo!" as she made her way through the car. Bypassing the Slytherin toilets at the end of the corridor, Narcissa hurried as best she could through the gathering students in the three cars stretching between her and the Gryffindor toilets.
A ripple of anxiety chilled her gut when she came round the corner and found two boys standing outside the toilets. But when they turned around, she let out a little sigh to find that they were Sirius' best mates, James and Remus.
"Just in time," Remus said as he opened the door to the boy's closet.
"But that's the boy's loo," Narcissa said as her eyes darted up and down the hall.
"Exactly. Off you go," Remus said as he took hold of her sleeve and yanked her inside. She turned around as the door shut to see James disappearing inside the girl's loo, but she didn't have time to think on it as she locked the door and turned to strain on tip toe to feel around on top of the water closet.
Her fingers closed around a small glass vial, and then she understood what Sirius wanted her to do. Transforming her clothes, she hoped her guess was right, and then downed the potion. She nearly laughed when she looked in the mirror and watched herself transform into James Potter. Looking around the cramped room, she spied the crumpled note on the floor. It would do.
With a wave of her wand, the note became glasses, and with another, she was wearing the colors of Gryffindor.
The train's whistle blew, announcing the two minute warning. Narcissa scrambled out in a rush, barely looking up and nearly screaming when she ran straight into Lucius Malfoy.
The blond's eyes raked over her with disdain. "Watch where you're going, Potter," he spat.
Not knowing what to do, Narcissa began to cough, but when the door to the girl's loo opened, she nearly choked.
"Ah, there you are," Lucius said as he looked up and found his fiancee stepping out.
"Lucius!" James said behind his polyjuiced mien, his voice obviously charmed to sound more feminine. "How nice of you to come looking for me."
"Yes," he said as he clamped his fingers around James' upper arm and dragged him back towards their seats. "What's happened to your voice?" he asked, but Narcissa didn't wait around for an answer, darting off in the opposite direction instead.
"A spot of cold!" was the last thing she heard as their voices succumbed to the noise of the train.
The doors to the platform stood open, guarded by a slightly bored looking Remus.
"Hey, James," he said when Narcissa stepped up. "That dog of yours must have followed you. I'd get out there and catch it if I were you."
"Thanks," Narcissa half-spoke half-coughed into her hand.
As she brushed by, Remus caught her arm and leaned in close. "I didn't think you had it in you," he whispered, surprising Narcissa when he pressed a quick kiss below her ear.
A lump of emotion filled her throat as she returned to King's Cross. Cygnus still lingered, watching the train. When his eyes swept over her, she nearly ran back inside, but then the bark of a dog drew her attention and she went running to the other side of the platform after her pet.
********
"Do you think it will work?" Excitement glittered in Narcissa's eyes as they hurried through the crooked streets of Paris' magical quarter.
"Did your father say Malfoy by name when he cast the Chastity charm?"
"I was a bit upset at the time, but I don't think so. It went something like:
Until you marry
you will stay
unknown to man
your virtue saved."
"Well then, let's get you married," Sirius said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side.
James Potter's family had used their connections to secure a Portkey to Paris and had gone so far as to arrange for an official from the Paris Ministry to preside over the ceremony. The whole situation made Narcissa want to cry - she'd never known friends like James and Remus, and their loyalty to Sirius made her equal parts happy and sad. No one but Sirius had shown her that sort of devotion, and she couldn't believe how close she'd truly been to entering into a life devoid of his warmth.
The ceremony went by in a heady whirl, and when the official pronounced the words, "Sous la force de la loi, à la fois sainte et de la magie, je vous déclare mari et femme," Narcissa felt a telltale tingle in her sex.
She couldn't keep the smile from her face, her happiness communicating everything Sirius needed to know.
Within minutes, they were shrugging off layers of clothes, their exposed flesh warmed by the roaring fire of their hotel suite. Their first embrace as husband and wife was frenetic, as if their bodies had been starving to touch and feel and bask in the other's love. Scooping her up, Sirius carried Narcissa over to the bed, laying her down and quickly covering her with his weight. Narcissa let out a little gasp when he pulled back, his hands sliding up her throat to cup her face as his features hardened. "I love you, Mrs. Sirius Black."
The words filled her heart with the most amazing sense of fullness and peace. If she could have constructed a bubble around this moment, she wouldn't have done so without a thought, happy to seal herself away with Sirius for all eternity. "Say it again," she murmured between kisses.
"I love you, Mrs. Sirius Black," he said, the words bleeding into one another as his tongue played in and out of her mouth.
"I've missed you so much, my gorgeous husband," she purred as her arms and legs wound around his body, her hands tangling into Sirius' shaggy hair as he bent to kiss her. His mouth moved languidly over hers as the caress deepened, his teeth closing over bottom lip from time to time as he explored her welcoming heat.
Narcissa felt feverish and breathless and more aroused than she ever could have imagined. She wanted him inside of her, needed that connection with his flesh. Tilting her hips, the most delicious ache pulsed through her sex to find him hard and waiting. Sirius growled against her lips as she rubbed her cunt along his cock. When Narcissa tightened her legs around his around his waist, he grabbed her wrists and forced her arms over her head, his palms slipping over hers, their fingers entwining.
"This is forever," he whispered as his eyes bored into hers. A delicious pressure built between her legs as he began sliding forward, a little at a time, achingly slow. Her fingers curled into his as she rocked her hips, urging him to go faster. Sirius' face hovered just above hers, watching her as if she was the most fascinating and priceless treasure. Narcissa wondered at the way he made her feel with just a look, her love for him multiplying in that moment, knowing that the rest of her life would be spent in his adoring gaze.
The newlyweds were so intent upon each other that they didn't hear the commotion drifting up from the lower levels of the inn. Perhaps if Sirius hadn't been trying so hard to get himself under control - his cock fit to burst before he even entered his new bride - then maybe he would have heard the raised voices growing steadily closer. Maybe if Narcissa hadn't been so full of love for her new husband - the emotion pushing aside all memory of the furor residing within her father - she would have insisted that they travel farther than Paris, or at the very least, remembered to keep her wand handy.
As it was, there was nothing they could do when Cygnus burst through the door with a very agitated hotel clerk following close behind. Sirius barely managed to turn around and shield his new wife before her father's wand was pointed at him and Cygnus' mouth was forming an Unforgivable.
"Cruci -"
"Expelliarmus!"
Cygnus' head whipped around, murder streaming from his eyes at the trembling clerk.
"I can't let you injure one of our guests. It's … it's my duty to protect …"
Cygnus looked fit to pounce, ready to do bodily harm upon the quaking man, but Sirius' voice stole his attention.
"You have no rights here, Cygnus!" Sirius shouted as he clambered off the bed. "We're legally married, and you can't -."
"Father, no!" Narcissa screamed when her father charged Sirius and sent the boy flying backwards with a fist to the jaw.
"Accio wand!" Cygnus shouted as he stalked over to Narcissa and yanked her out of the bed by her hair.
"Father - please!" she begged as her legs scrambled over the floor. The clerk watched with a shaky wand as Cygnus pulled her towards the door.
"Do not interfere," was all the elder Black said as he dragged his naked daughter out of the room.
********
… they consummate the union?
Yes, but consummation isn't …
... don't need you to tell me what I …
… but the union was …
Just perform the damned spell or …
… there's a possibility of severe damage. She might be …
I don't care! Just perform the spell!
********
"I can't believe we've been away from England for so long. As much as I love traveling, it's lovely to walk the streets of home."
"Yes," Lucius said as he patted Narcissa's hand. The young couple cut a striking figure as they walked the cobblestones of Diagon Alley. "It's good to be home."
Sirius peered out from the window of Flourish & Blotts and wondered if he was seeing a mirage. He'd had no sign or word from Narcissa since her father removed her from their honeymoon bed nearly two years before. She hadn't returned to Hogwarts, and it had been announced, quietly, last year that Lucius and Narcissa had wed, but no one would confirm to him that the ceremony had taken place.
He'd tried to use his authority as Narcissa's husband to demand her release, but a rumor had spread like wildfire through the Ministry that Sirius had been practicing dark magic and perhaps had placed Narcissa under an Imperius before their trip to Paris. Their marriage had been annulled without him ever having been asked a word, the news arriving by owl two weeks after his return.
Sliding out of the doorway into shadow, Sirius watched as Lucius and Narcissa walked down the street, keeping a discrete distance behind, too far for overhearing.
And that's when it came to him - she was just pretending! Just like she'd done back at Hogwarts, she was pretending to be in love with Lucius until she could make her escape. Excitement charged his step as he followed them, waiting for his chance.
Lucius stepped into a shop, leaving Narcissa on the sidewalk, and that's when Sirius pounced. Not wanting her to cry out, he hit her with a Confundus charm and then came up along side and grabbed her arm.
"I'm here, Narcissa. Don't be afraid."
Narcissa just smiled as Sirius led her off to an alley and didn't make a peep when he Disapparated them both. A moment later, he was escorting her into the darkened drawing room at Grimmauld Place and shutting the door behind them.
"Oh, Cissy," he said as he led her to a low sofa, his eyes brimming with tears as he waved his wand and removed the spell, "I've missed you so much. I tried to get you away from them, but they convinced the Ministry that I'd corrupted you. I'm so sorry - I can't even imagine what you've been through."
"Sirius?" she asked, her eyes darting around the unfamiliar space as the dregs of the charm wore off. "What am I doing here? Where's Lucius?"
"He's back at Diagon Alley. We don't have much time, but I can get us out of the country. It will only take -"
"Why would I want to leave the country?" Narcissa asked, standing up and brushing his hands from her lap. "I'm not sure what's going on, Sirius, but I think you'd better take me back to my husband."
"I'm your husband," Sirius said as he jumped up and closed the distance between them. "Oh Gods, they Obliviated you," he said as he cupped her jaw. "Tell me, what do you remember of the last two years?"
"What kind of a question is that?" she bristled, swatting his hands away as her eyes raked over him in a cold inspection. "I've always defended your quirks, Cousin, but you've taken outlandish to an entirely new level."
"Damn it, Cissy - they've lied to you! You and I have been in love with each for years. You couldn't stand the thought of becoming Lucius' wife, so you left Hogwarts and ran away with me to Paris. We were married, but your father found us and he took you away."
Narcissa's eyes had gotten progressively wider as Sirius spoke, and when he tried to take her arms, she recoiled in horror. "I don't know what has happened to you Sirius, but I think a trip to St. Mungos is in order." Dashing to the door, Narcissa's fingers froze on the handle when Sirius locked it with a, "Colloportus."
"I can't let you leave, Cissy. There has to be a way to reverse whatever damage they did. You wouldn't want me to leave you with Lucius. You told me you'd rather die than be with him."
Turning around, Narcissa pressed into the door as her eyes fixed on his wand. "Sirius, you don't know what you're saying," she whispered, a tremor shaking her voice. "Please, I just want to go back -"
The front door opened and Narcissa whipped toward the sound. "Help me!" she shouted as she banged on the door. "Please, someone help me!"
"Cissy, please," Sirius begged as he raked his hands through his hair. "You have to listen to me!"
From out in the hall came the call of Alohamora and then Narcissa was tumbling into the chest of Remus Lupin.
"Remus, please, I think there's something wrong with Sirius. You have to help him."
"I know, dear," Remus said as he curled his arm around her shoulder. "Let's get you back."
"Remus!" Sirius shouted as sprang forward and grabbed Narcissa's hand. "You know what happened! You can't let her go back!"
Remus leaned in to hiss in Sirius' ear, "You've put us all at risk by bringing her here. The Ministry is hunting her as we speak - she has to go back."
Sirius' eyes were wet as he glanced between a frightened Narcissa and an angry Remus. "But, she belongs with me," he whispered, holding fast as Narcissa tried to wriggle her hand from his.
"She doesn't remember you," Remus said as he placed a hand on Sirius' wrist. "You'd do more harm than good by keeping her here."
"I can't -," Sirius said, but the fire was dimming from his eyes, any light of hope extinguished when Narcissa snapped her hand away and rushed out of the room with Remus following after.
********
That night, Narcissa awoke with a start, her face already wet with tears. Thunder erupted in her chest as her thoughts coalesced, old memories blending with new to inform her of the truth. It was all she could do not to vomit when she realized what had been done to her.
Sirius!
Heavy, even breathing came from her husband's side of the bed. The sound brought a rush of confused, conflicted emotions. She'd spent the past two years completely in love with everything about the blond haired wizard. While she knew she should hate him - he was responsible for this, after all, even though it had been her father who had held her down while a greasy-haired wizard with rancid breath muttered the memory spell - the memory of her love muddied her anger. She needed to get away, to collect her thoughts and let her memories settle until she could trust her own reactions.
And she needed to get to Sirius.
Slipping out of the bed, Narcissa tip toed over to the cabinet where she kept her wand. The room was quite dark, but the scant moonlight was enough to illuminate the bare surface of the dresser. Her wand was missing! Sweeping her hands over the wood anyway, she hoped that it had just rolled out of sight even as a quiet certainty dawned that someone had taken it.
"Something wrong, dear?" Lucius asked as he rose up on one lazy hand, the other held out, beckoning her return.
Ice poured down Narcissa's spine. If she let on that her memories were back, Lucius would surely Obliviate her or re-cast the memory charm. She had to fool him long enough to escape.
"I had the strangest dream," Narcissa said as she played the dutiful wife and slipped underneath the covers. "My wand had gone missing. I just had to check, and funny enough, it's gone."
Lucius ignored her statement, circling her wrist instead and drawing Narcissa across the mattress. His hands dropped to her hips once she was close enough to maneuver her on top of him.
"That's because I took it," he answered as his hands combed back her hair, his fingers trailing through its length. "I have a little surprise for you." His index fingers hooked under the straps of her nightdress, the garment sliding off her shoulders and down her arms as it followed the path of his hands. Narcissa let out a little gasp when he rolled her onto the mattress, his body moving with hers. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as his lips pressed into her neck.
The strangest mix of emotions washed over her as Lucius caressed her body. Part of her hated it as much as she used to hate him, but the months spent as his wife left her with a bank of memories that whispered of love and pleasure. Narcissa Malfoy adored Lucius Malfoy, and right now, she needed to react normally, which meant writhing in ecstasy as his lips circled around a pert nipple.
Closing her eyes, Narcissa forced down the layers of old hate and focused instead on what it was like to enjoy Lucius' touch. Arching her back, Narcissa let her hands drift over Lucius' shoulders, her fingers playing over the hard muscles. When he pushed up the silk of her nightdress and pulled down her knickers, she just bit her lip and let her knees fall open.
"I love the way you taste," Lucius purred as he knelt between her legs, massaging the flesh of her upper thighs. "Tell me Narcissa, do you like it when I eat your cunt?"
"You know I do," Narcissa said as she lifted her foot and rubbed it across his chest.
"I want you to say it," he murmured as he took her by the ankle and nuzzled her arch, his eyes never leaving her face.
"I love the way you lick my cunt," she whispered, her declaration rewarded with a playful nip at her big toe. Lowering her foot, his fingers smoothed up her legs until they reached her cleft, circling over her outer folds and ghosting around her clit. She should be hating it, but Lucius knew exactly how to excite her body, and teasing her was his specialty.
"What do you want me to do next?" he asked as he pushed open the flesh of her sex.
"You know what I want," Narcissa murmured, trying to avoid saying the words
"Come on, don't get shy on me now," Lucius teased as his fingers dipped closer to her wetness. "Tell me what you want me to do."
As much as she wanted to push him away, she had to play his game and get through this as quickly as possible. "I want you to do this," Narcissa said as she took his hand and guided one of his fingers into her cunt.
"You are so wet," Lucius drawled as he leaned forward, his hair grazing her chest as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. A traitorous moan escaped her lips when he slipped another finger into her, both digits angled up to rub her sweet spot. His lips were warm and wet as they traveled up her breast and over her throat to her mouth, his tongue soft but insistent as it parted her lips. Lucius' kiss was slow and passionate; Narcissa cursed herself for responding in kind. Her husband's body fit against hers perfectly, and even though she hated him for what he'd done, she couldn't deny how good it felt when he touched her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked as he dragged his lips along her jaw, his grey eyes fixed on hers.
"Yes," she said, her voice entirely too breathless.
"Tell me."
Narcissa bit down on her lip as he sucked on the flesh behind her ear. It was wrong, so wrong, to succumb to his seduction. But his fingers were pumping in and out at a delicious pace, his thumb working over her clit with each thrust, and soon an orgasm was tightening her womb and she couldn't help but rock her hips in time with his rhythm. She was so aroused that when he stopped, she nearly cried out.
"Say it and I'll let you come."
She knew that she'd hate herself later on for sounding so plaintive, but she was so close, and it might clue Lucius in to her changed mind if she didn't act the part. "Yes, Lucius, I want you to fuck me," she moaned as her nails dug into his back. Lucius chuckled softly as he shifted back down between her knees. It only took a few sweeps of his practiced tongue before her toes were curling into the sheets and the walls of her sex were squeezing around his fingers.
Narcissa usually hated it when he kissed her while his lips were heavy with her scent, but this time she readily accepted his tongue. And when he pressed his fingers to her mouth, still covered in her essence, she sucked the digits between her lips with a greediness that demonstrated the intensity of her arousal.
Lucius was out of his pajama bottoms a moment later, and his erection was pressing at her cunt. "I want to try something a little different," he purred, his tongue catching her upper lip as the head of his cock dipped into her wetness. "Do you trust me?"
Excitement had muddled Narcissa's senses. Lucius' sexual tastes, while voracious, had been fairly tame up til now. There was no reason to think he'd do something offensive.
"Of course," she said, although when he leaned over to his nightstand and pulled his wand from the top drawer, she wondered if she shouldn't rethink.
"Incarcerous," he said, punctuating the word with a wicked grin. Narcissa's arms were immediately yanked toward the headboard as lashings circled her wrists.
Thrashing against her bindings, Narcissa's heart sped up as she realized her vulnerability. "Lucius, what -?"
"Shh," Lucius soothed as he crawled up her body to nuzzle her neck. "I'm not going to hurt you … much."
A spike of adrenaline shot through her blood. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Lucius said as he propped himself up to hover over her face. "I thought that memory spell was never going to wear off. What fun is there in punishing you if you have no idea what you're being punished for?"
"What are you talking about, Lucius?" Narcissa asked, and there was a definite tremble in her voice. This was the old Lucius, the one she remembered hating. Damn it! Why hadn't she just knocked him out when she had the chance? "What spell?"
"Come now, Narcissa. Lying doesn't suit you. Did you really think that you could humiliate me and not be punished?"
"I don't know what you're -"
Narcissa's words were cut off by an ear-ringing slap across the face.
"Of course," he said as his fingers trailed over a hot cheek, "I had to be certain. The spell your father created not only imparts false memories, but it also tames that wild temperament of yours. A proper pure-blood wife would never let such filth pass her lips."
Narcissa searched her memories, and blanched to find that Lucius was right! Not a single curse had passed her lips since the spell was cast, and she never would had never acted so wantonly as to beg him to fuck her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried as tears of frustration collected in her eyes.
"Because you belong to me," he answered, his voice as soft as the fingertips dragging through her tears. "Because no one humiliates a Malfoy and gets away with it. I can't imagine how frustrating it must be to know how close you were to being reunited with your first husband."
"Fuck you, Lucius," Narcissa snarled as she bucked and thrashed.
"Tut, tut," Lucius murmured as he sat up and waved his wand, "such language." The bindings at her wrists shifted, pulling her with them until she was lying face-down upon the mattress. Her nightdress was removed next, and then Lucius was yanking apart her legs.
"I've never done this without proper lubrication," he said as he pulled her up onto her knees and pried her arsecheeks apart. "Is that pussy of yours still wet?"
"Get the fuck off of me, you bastard!" she yelled, her words choked with embarrassment and frustration. "I'm going to kill you."
"I'm sure you would, dear. Which is why you won't be getting your wand back anytime soon," he said, and then his cock was plunging into her up to the hilt and he was moaning in pleasure. "Your cunt feels so good after you come. Although, I am a bit confused that you could get so excited over someone you profess to want killed."
"I hate you," Narcissa cried into the pillow beneath her face as her hands curled into fists.
"You haven't even begun to hate me," Lucius said as he pulled out completely. "I'd take a deep breath if I were you," he said as he rubbed his cock over her puckered arsehole. "I hear that this can be quite painful."
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"He accosted her again today," Lucius said as he entered the study. "I was assured, by both you and Cygnus, that he would no longer be a problem. But here we are, still dealing with the traitor three years later."
Abraxas sighed. "You know our hands are tied. After that fiasco with the Ministry, we would no doubt be called to account. You'll have to manage with the occasional annoyance."
"It's not that simple," Lucius said as he poured a drink and took a swig. "She's starting to remember again."
"So quickly?" Abraxas asked as he massaged his brow.
"Yes. It seems the charm loses power with repeated use. I don't know why Cygnus didn't just Obliviate her at the beginning and be done with it. Now that she's pregnant, I don't dare use the spell. I won't risk another miscarriage."
"No," Abraxas answered, "the spell is much too dangerous now. I wish we'd never had to use that blasted -" The elder Malfoy's gaze caught on the edge of the plush oriental rug as if an answer lie within its weave. "There is one solution," Abraxas said, although he couldn't raise his eyes to meet Lucius'. "You could swear your allegiance. He would take care of the traitor."
It was Lucius' turn to let out a sigh. "I'd hoped to keep us above the fray."
"With the way the tide is turning, we'd be joining up with him sooner or later."
"I suppose," Lucius said. "I never thought I'd be looking forward to the day when I didn't have to cast that spell. As nice as it is to have a complacent wife, I think I prefer her with a touch of fire."
"Be careful what you wish for," Abraxas said with a wry smile. "Though, with Black out of the picture, I can't imagine she'd have much reason to leave. And even if she does, you'll still have your heir."
"My thoughts exactly," Lucius said, his lips curling in an eery semblance of his father's.
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"Oh no!" Narcissa gasped as she read the front page of the Prophet.
"What is it?" Lucius asked as he sweetened his tea.
"My cousin … Sirius … he's been arrested. They say he killed Peter Pettigrew and he's been accused of leading Voldemort to James and Lily." Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she read the article. "They were his best friends. He wouldn't have done that - would he?" she asked, her pleading expression earning her an annoyed grimace from her husband.
"You always were too fond of him," Lucius said as he pulled the paper from her grip. "It's best to forget about him entirely. You're a Malfoy now and it's our family that needs attending to," he said, glancing at Draco in his crib. "This, right here, is all that matters."
"Of course," Narcissa said as she lifted Draco to her breast. It didn't take long for the sorrow to wash from her eyes as she rocked her son. "I just feel bad, is all. My only wish is for everyone to be as happy as I am," she said, clasping Lucius' hand.
"Indeed," Lucius said, a small smile edging his lips as he brought Narcissa's fingers to his mouth.
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Sirius had been tried and convicted by the time she remembered.
When Narcissa finally awoke from her fugue, the rush of pain that accompanied her memories felt like a physical blow. She sat up with a gasp, clutching at her breast, her fingers trying to claw out the ache coursing through her heart like acid.
"Sirius," she cried, not caring that Lucius might hear.
As it was, Lucius was already awake and sitting in his favorite wing-back. Narcissa had gone through this so many times by now that she didn't even notice when he stood up and walked to her side. And any fight she might have had was gone when he sat down and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to his chest.
"Shh," he soothed as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Narcissa, but I couldn't risk losing you. You'll come to understand, in time."
When Lucius laid her back down on the mattress, he didn't even have to bind her wrists. And while she didn't kiss him with the fervor of a properly trained wife, she didn't pull away when he molded his mouth to hers.
"I think you've been punished enough," he whispered as he brushed back the hair sticking to her wet cheeks. "Now that Sirius is no longer a threat and you've given me an heir, I'd planned on leaving your memories intact and letting you do as you would. But I must admit, Narcissa," he said as he stroked her locks, his grey gaze softening to something akin to love, "that I've become quite fond of you. I'm willing to make a go of our marriage and dispense with the memory spell if you behave and act a proper wife and mother. Of course, if you'd rather forget …"
Lucius' words trailed off as a memory of Sirius' dark eyes - gaunt, scared, and alone - flooded her mind. He was gone forever, and it was all because of her. She'd testified at his trial, about the times that he'd accosted her. It was her testimony that sealed his fate, the Wizengamot placing much weight on the words of a once beloved cousin. He had turned to her as he was led out of the courtroom, his last words echoing still …
I love you
Narcissa's heart turned to stone as she stared up the canopy, feeling but not feeling the pressure of Lucius' hands as they undressed her.
Lucius was wrong about one thing. She might have her memories back for good, but her punishment had just begun.