Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Of Tormented Flowers
Category: Pure smut! And angst and yeah! ONESHOT! OH YEAH!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, they belong to Ms. Rowling. I'm making no money from this.
Summary: Lily has a mean streak, and Narcissa is at the receiving every time...
Pairing: Lily/Narcissa
A/N: This is a little dirty thing I wrote while waiting for a pick-me-up on the other story I'm working on. That's right, I've made all the characters of Harry Potter GAY! BOAHAHAHAHAH! Just kidding, but seriously... Why are all my stories filled with gayness?
Warning: Well... Lesbian sex for one thing. 3 Gotta love that. And that it's really short. I'm sorry about that.
Lily pressed Narcissa up against the wall and licked up the side of her throat, her hands rough against Narcissa.
"Oh, my Narcy..." Lily chanted in Narcissa's ear. Narcissa moaned softly as Lily brought her knee up against her aching.
Lily bit her, hard, tasting the copper on her tongue. Narcissa shuddered. "Does he do it like this, Narcy?
Do you like what he does better than what I do? Tell me, Narcy. Tell me how much you like me better..." Lily hissed out,the Slytherin in her leaking out, spilling all over poor Narcissa.
Narcissa moaned as Lily lifted her skirt, taking her to heaven with her fingers. Lily grinned as she took Narcissa's lips in bruising passion, breaking the skin there. Narcissa whimpered, pressing herself closer to her tormentor.
Lily smirked and broke the kiss to whisper, her voice full of venom, "You are mine, Narcissa, remember that."
With that, Lily left towards Gryffindor tower, leaving a breathless Narcissa behind.
FIN
A/N: WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? What is right? You tell me