AN: Yes, I chickened out of writing the 'proper ending' but this makes it a little more enjoyable for all. It's up to your imaginations what the pair get up to next. Enjoy!
The parlour was dark.
The orange glow of the vanilla scented candle had gone out well over an hour ago and blackness enveloped Narcissa Malfoy as she curled on the leather sofa; alone and empty.
It was her anniversary and unlike any other celebration of the day, she did not have her husband to spend it with. He was locked up, hidden, taken captive in the rotten slum of an Azkaban cell. Did he even know what today was? How could she know if he was thinking of her? Despite herself, Narcissa felt a familiar lump rise in the back of her throat and the tears of pre-mourning for her dearly beloved began to fall down her snow white cheeks.
She took a deep inhalation of breath though, desperately wiping her eyes to hide her spillage of emotion as the door to the room swung slowly open. She hadn't been expecting visitors. She wasn't much in the mood for them either but, her heart gave a little twang as her sister's wild, raven curls and pale complexion entered the room. She wore a tight corsetted dress, black with lace decoration and a blood red underskirt to match her full lips. Narcissa had to use all her might not to lick her lips at the sight. She had forgotten just how beautiful he sister was and the terribly wrong affect she had on her. Lately she had been too overcome by the insanity heightened by her stay in prison to notice such things.
"Bella?" she raised her brow a little, as if to ask what she was doing here. Her voice cracked a little as she spoke, revealing the emotion she had been trying to hide.
Bellatrix replied first with her infamous smirk and slight nod of the head, "I thought you might be feeling lonely," she drawled.
Of course, Narcissa had forgotten that Bella's husband had too been taken to Azkaban; his second time in that Hell. Her sister was stronger than she was though. Surely Bellatrix would not shed a tear for Rodolphus. It was well known she felt no love, no passion, no concern towards him.
"Well," Cissa answered, looking away from the gaze for a moment before meeting her sister's intense, black eyes once again, feeling exposed and vulnerable in Bellatrix's ever ominous presence, "I suppose I am, yes."
As if this was some sort of confirmation, Bella's smirk widened, a hint of danger and flash of excitement in her eyes as she ambled towards the blonde woman, still curled like a little kitten on the sofa.
Narcissa gulped, watching the other woman's every move with intensity, reverence and admiration, her eyes wide.
Bellatrix bent at the middle once she had approached Cissa and reached out to touch her cheek, still wet in places from the tears that had flown. Cissa tried not to flinch away from the frankly frightening woman as was her original reaction. Instead she remained quite still, her heart rate speeding up despite warning bells going off in her head.
"Poor thing..." Bella almost whispered, her voice low and seductive, "Been crying for your love..." Narcissa's breath hitched and Bella grinned.
Leaning in even closer, Cissa practically frozen to the spot, Bella whispered into her ear, brushing her porcelain cheek against hers, "Why don't you let me make it all better?"
With that, Narcissa felt as if she might pass out. Her mind was spinning, endless possibilities, situations she never would have dreamed of, the close proximity that was driving her near to madness...
Before she could even gather her thoughts, her eyes fluttering closed and she breathed, "Yes..."
A soft hiss of a laugh escaped the dark haired woman's plump lips, before huskily whispering to her sister, "Happy Anniversary..."
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