Year: 1979
Summary: Through an event of trying to gain information, two marauders happen across a witch: not just any witch, but a witch of misfortune. Through their quick to move to find out information, and their ignorant knowledge of everything involved, they stumbled upon a woman who has seen both the best and worst part of them. Amongst damage and emotional tremors, will they be able to navigate her destructive nature enough to save the wizarding world from crimes not yet committed? Or will they get lost in the dark and enjoy the occupants of it?
Obviously a time-turner fic of sorts. This is an adult fic and tons of smut and possible triggers. I'm leaning toward a specific dynamic later, but you will have to see what. Tons of BDSM touches. Many uncomfortable moments. I genuinely am trying a different hand at this story so bear with me on it. I want to make it still engaging while being a wild ride. I hope you're intrigued!
Sirius Black shifted in his coat as he glanced over at the uncomfortable dark-haired wizard who fought a sneer as they approached the manor. "We shouldn't be here," the man grumbled as he wrung his hands.
"Hush, we have to do what he told us to. You want to find out some dirt, you sometimes have to go dirty," Sirius hissed as he checked his hideous disguise in the mirror.
They passed by a few white peacocks as they eyed the giant building. If they were indeed caught, it would mean certain torture and death. The Malfoys tended to keep everything quite pristine. Quite possibly they were still worried about image if Voldemort didn't win. Their home was reasonable for being a large wizarding estate, and the lands around were peppered with small muggle villages outside of their borders.
That made it easier for the Marauders as they ventured forth. They only needed a bit of hair and to weasel a distraction for the brothers they stole it from. That was the easy part. The harder part was joining this 'red' party as Malfoy's invitation called it. What on earth was a red party? Remus was hoping it didn't have anything to do with killings or torture.
What was Dumbledore thinking? Neither of them knew. The only thing he mentioned was to follow the rabbit, whatever that meant. When they asked, he gave them a cryptic shrug.
They knocked three times and waited. When the door did open, a small house elf with his mouth cursed shut offered them entry. Remus and Sirius glanced at each other with a bit of shock but resumed their journey. Where were they going? Well, if following the red glimmer, by the looks of it, down to the basement.
Both seemed grim with this. If Voldemort was there, they were in essence, screwed. They walked down the stairs and heard the soft sound of sensuous music. Sirius clenched the railing and pulled out his flask, sipping it deeply before reaching the door. Remus had repeated the same as the door creaked and revealed something they weren't entirely prepared for.
A red room. Well, the furniture was red. The walls held a darker hue of charcoal. However, it was the contents of the room that made Remus's gut churn. The smell of stale sex was evident on the air for the werewolf, and the twirling music only announced the masked strippers on platforms. Who were these girls? Lucius was standing in the center of a couple of tables and sipping a cup. He was surrounded by men also in masks, all generic and similar to their own that they stole.
"Ah, I see my cousin hasn't kept a leash on you both," Lucius purred with a giant grin. "Come on in. The drinks are cold, and the women are randy, as requested."
Sirius realized when they entered what they had walked into and had to bite back a groan. This wasn't a death eater meeting or party; it was a bloody play party for the rich and pure. He had heard of them through a few of his known playmates when he was a child. Mostly cousins who had all bore witness to their fathers sneaking off with masks and greedy grins.
They allowed handshakes and such before collapsing on a couch nearest one of the masked men. Remus smelt the distinct scent of foreign air and knew it had to be Dolohov. "Fancy you both making it. Bella didn't stop you this time?" His thick accent gave way to a hidden joke.
"Nothing a bit of distraction couldn't cure," Remus grumbled; he was playing the part of Rodolphus.
"Rabastan, look, I have a new plaything I haven't had the chance to show off. You see her there?" Lucius announced as he waved a finger toward a curvy woman wearing netting over her knickers.
Sirius frowned and glanced at the woman with scrutiny as she shyly dodged the attention of Rosier. "What's she do?" Sirius asked with the gruff tones of Rabastan.
Lucius clapped twice after setting down his glass. "Bunny, come here," he ordered, and the masked girl snapped her head in his direction.
That drew Remus's attention, and they watched her cross the room with a coy dip to her stature. She was wearing white knickers under the flashy black netting, and when she stopped in front of Lucius, her red lips pouted. "Yes, Master Malfoy?" she questioned as an outline of a blush appeared just below her disguise.
"Go on and show them why I kept you," He commanded, touching her arm.
Sirius noted how she lightly pulled away from him, but complied nonetheless, revealing a scarred mark on her arm. "I don't remember where I got it," she admitted through a breathy sigh.
Lucius leaned toward her, and his lips caressed her jaw in a possessive marking. "Don't worry, my little Bunny, we will find a use for you." He snickered and turned to the LeStranges. "I can't house my cute little toy here, Narcissa doesn't like competition. So I was debating where to house my property."
Dolohov snorted and waved. "She is too meek, Malfoy. Too fragile for my liking."
"Very useful. If I weren't married, I would keep her as a housekeeper. My house elf is useless. This sweet little charm doubles as a subservient enforcer, doesn't it, lovely?" Lucius cooed as he jingled her collar.
Remus could smell the slight revulsion coming from the girl. Whatever she was here for, it surely wasn't to make Lucius fucking Malfoy sexually stimulated. Sirius noted the posture change in his friend and uncrossed his legs. "Malfoy, bring her here. I want to see this one myself," Rabastan's voice sounded with amusement laced in it.
Lucius chuckled and smacked the witch's arse moderately. "Go play with him, and I will see if the girls are ready to perform."
The woman bobbed her head and sat down on Sirius's lap, tucking her arm around his neck. Dolohov reached over and ran his fingers over her tanned thigh with a sound of approval. "If you will play chase with me, little bunny, we could have some fun," he grumbled with greed.
"Go find your own slag, Dolohov. I get first dibs," Sirius spat sharply as he ran his fingers over her chest.
The death eater was put out, but waved him off and wandered over to where Rosier and a few others were sitting; close to the most significant platform. Remus watched as the men laughed and drank, but it seemed nothing was out of the ordinary for them. The smells were driving him near to madness as he tried to block it out.
The witch bent to Sirius's neck and nuzzled him before breathing. "I don't know who you are, but you are not a LeStrange. Don't drink the whiskey; it will remove your concealment," she whispered.
Both marauders jerked in shock at the same time before the witch turned around on Sirius's lap, running her fingers under his shirt. "How do you know," Remus asked in a low tone without looking at her.
"Because I know more than you do," she murmured before rolling her hips and releasing a very convincing moan. "I suggest you boys leave before you get caught."
Sirius saw it; on her collar was a white rabbit. Bunny. Follow the rabbit. Merlin, she came right to them. Surprisingly, her little dance on his lap wasn't doing it for him; maybe it was the surprise or even the fakeness of it. It gave him enough time to note that the Malfoy was scanning the room as he wandered again. "Come here, love. We want some answers, and I don't want it to seem unconvincing," Sirius whispered as he stood up, cupping the woman to him.
Remus followed them toward the back of the room, and they heard a few of the death eaters whistling in the distance. Only then did the lights dim a fraction and the music changed. It was just enough coverage to disguise their intent. Bunny reached over and nibbled on Remus's neck as she ground herself on Sirius's lap.
"What do you know," Sirius whispered against her skin.
The woman with wild curly hair cast her head to the ceiling and groaned with a potency that wasn't easily feigned. When her mouth returned near the werewolf's face, she huffed. "So much more than you both. You think I would be a Malfoy plaything if I didn't?" she hissed as she ran a hand between her legs, touching Sirius through his trousers.
Sirius watched the girls on stage doing illicit things to each other with riding crops and other forms of dark play. The men in the dark were waiting with eagerness, and Lucius was distracted by a redhead. When his eyes returned to Bunny, she was staring at him. "Are you captive?" Remus asked.
She nodded slowly and pointed to her collar. "I haven't a choice. Luckily, I'm not what Lucius likes to shag because of my blood, or I'd rather die," she breathed before pressing her fingers to Sirius's chest. "You can't stay, or he will kill you both. Make sure Albus knows they will be moving onto the Order's hideout next week," she whispered before kissing the disguised Black.
Sirius groaned and returned the passionate action, but he felt her slip a piece of paper in his pocket.
"Bunny, Lucius said that Rosier is requesting you at his feet," a feminine voice announced her arrival.
The marauders cleared their minds enough to note the thin redhead Lucius was entertaining was now standing near them. Bunny pulled away from Sirius and exhaled. "Can I please finish with LeStrange? Please?" the girl pouted as she bounced on his lap.
The redhead groaned while tossing her hair and tapping her heel. "Well, since you asked so nicely, I will tell him you promised another few minutes."
The curly-haired witch clapped and giggled. "Thank you, tell him I am most grateful."
Remus watched the nearly naked witch leave and exhaled. "We have to go soon. I think I'm going to be sick," he mumbled with a headshake.
Bunny leaned toward him and touched his face. "For your own safety, don't seek me out," she breathed with a nod. "I don't want you to get hurt on my account, and the order can't lose any more members."
"How do you know this?" Sirius questioned as her mouth found Remus's lips.
Their kiss was far more heated than she intended as he clasped her face and snogged her deeply. It was charged and potent, which Sirius could feel under the mystery woman. Her knickers were wet at the center, and that indeed caused a reaction. When she finally pulled away panting, his fingers yanked her toward him through the netting.
"Because I do. Now, I'm going to get up and go play pet for Rosier, and you two are going to subtly leave at the start of the next act. Thank you for giving me a bit of hope that this all isn't for nothing," she murmured before kissing Sirius again.
She soon was up and off of his lap, waving sweetly at them before skipping off across the room. The Marauders watched Bunny collapse in front of the git and clung to his leg like a little girl. Rosier leaned forward as some witch was blowing him across the couch and stroked her curls. If Lucius didn't shag her, then what was she there for? They didn't have much time to think about it. The lights grew dim and gave them the chance to leave the basement with swift action.
It was only outside the property line that Sirius was able to pull the piece of paper out of his coat. He noted it contents and shoved it away suddenly. They poofed from existence and left the red party where they met the white rabbit.