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Narcissa Black looked up, her blue eyes filled with emotion and her creamy white skin glowing in the dark like her bright hair. She smiled, her red lips revealing straight, white teeth. The man that she was with was asleep, his dark hair falling over his eyes and his olive-toned chest rising and falling with each sighing breath. She breathed out, her lips twitching up into a smile and her legs twisting beneath her. She laid one long-fingered hand against the man's chest and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips, her bare skin brushing against the warmth of his neck.

"Do you understand how much this kills me?" she whispered, her warm, sweet breath tickling his ear. He stirred but didn't make a sound. "To let you go after this night. Passion is often described as the most powerful drug, second only after love. And here it is, over coming the both of us."

The man stirred again, his green eyes finally snapping open and his dark hand grabbing Narcissa's white one, a gasp escaping from her pretty lips. The man smiled, a scary smile, not a romantic one. Narcissa smiled back and kissed him deeply, her white body contorting to form to his. He kissed her back, his dark hand clutching her long hair.

"Wait. We shouldn't," she whispered breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her lips bright red from kissing. "You're my sister's husband."

"So? It's not as though she spends any time with me!" Rodulphus Lestrange whispered back, his green eyes flashing and his lips coming closer to Narcissa's. She gave in with a fit of giggles and kissed him back.

The following hour, Narcissa was alone, her white arm wrapped around the pillow that was previously inhabited by Rodulphus. Her blonde hair was splayed around her and her fingers clutched at the empty, cold pillow. She woke up, her blue eyes wild and frantic, her white arms wrapped around her to keep out the cold. She rubbed the spot where her love had been an hour before and felt a tear slip from beneath her eyelid. And with that, she knew what she was going to do. It didn't matter if he was her sister's husband or not, her passion was going to take over for her!

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"I believe you know my daughter, Narcissa," her father said to Rodulphus Lestrange, holding his hand out to his youngest daughter. Rodulphus just nodded briefly, barely acknowledging her presence.

"Narcissa," he said, bowing low and smirking up at her. She let out a little squeak, but covered it up, curtseying to her lover. "I'm afraid that Bella has barely ever talked about her. Regrettable at most, because she is quite a catch for whoever marries her."

"Yes. But whoever does must take very good care of my baby girl." Narcissa looked up at her father, her pretty face beaming with love. She looked at Rodulphus who winked at her. She turned away, her dress robes fluttering around her ankles and wiggled her fingers at both of the men.

She walked up the stairs leading to her room and scratched a note on a piece of parchment, making wistful scenes in her mind's eye. "Excuse me," she said to one of the servants, holding her hand out to stop him. He looked at the pretty girl with wide eyes and stopped immediately, hoping for something that he would not get. "Give this note to Rodulphus Lestrange." The boy nodded feverishly, praying to be rewarded. "And only Rodulphus. Do not let my father's eyes see this!"

The boy nodded, bowed low and ran away, trying to find Rodulphus as quickly as possible. Narcissa closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of victory. Without a single sound, she ducked into her room, trying to find a suitable outfit for the evening. It was going to be one filled with passion and no doubts. The kind of evening that Narcissa loved.

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"I love you," Rodulphus whispered as his lips danced against Narcissa's skin like little shivers. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Narcissa smiled every time he said it, believing that every time that he told her. It didn't matter if he was married to Bella, he loved her and he was just lying to her sister when he uttered those three magic words. She kissed him back, arching her back and sighing with joy every time he rubbed his dark hands over her.

"If you love me why don't you run away with me? We could do it right now," she pleaded, moving from beneath him and sitting up, crossing her legs. Rodulphus pulled his fingers through his hair, his features twisted in pain. "Please." She gripped his hand and kissed his cheek.

"I can't. Bella would hate me and you would be disowned." Narcissa bit her lip, considering her options and then shook her head. "I just can't. Come on. We're going to be missed."

Narcissa shook her head and stood up, walking over to her window. Her white body was bathed in the silver moonlight. Her angry face was lit up and she could feel a tear making its way down her cheek. She was tired of it. This passion, this lust. It was taking over her life and she could feel it eating away at her soul.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Narcissa seemed like the most passionate person I could write! Read and Review!