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Note: So here's a new one for you guys, it's only a taster of what's to come but I hope you like it all the same. I know it's been a while since I last posted my work but I've been really busy with my AS exams. Saying that, it's probably going to be a while until I do anything else after this one as I'm going to be spending the next year doing my A levels and praying that I get into a good university! But hopefully this will be good enough to hold you until I can get an update or something new up. Don't forget to review and let me know what you think, I'm open to criticism as long as it's constructive and not something like "you suck, go die"! ;)
Warning: This chapter contains some mild lesbian action which may develop further as the story progresses, although I'm not sure to what extent just yet. Also there's a rather large age gap between the two women. I suggest, if any of this is not your cup of tea you may want to go and read something by another author as this is kind of my style and knowing my mind it will probably get rather graphic the more I write! But, y'know, whatever. At the end of the day it's your choice if you want to read my filth or not.
Fire and Ice
Soft, cold fingers gently caress my cheek and sparkling blue eyes meet my own. If only my parents could see me now. They would hate it, of course, but maybe that's why I love it so much. Maybe that's why I love her so much. No, that's not the reason I love her; although it does make things far more interesting.
"What are you thinking about?"
Merlin, her voice sends shivers down my spine. The smooth, warm tones like a sweet lullaby that sooths and calms my nerves. Each syllable echoes in my mind with the tenderness only present in the voice of a true love. No one else has ever made me feel like this – only her.
She's still staring into my eyes, her own clouded with concern. Why is she... oh. I still haven't answered her question. I really must stop day dreaming like this.
"Oh nothing" I murmur.
This is our set conversation starter. I'm not actually sure why we use it, but it seems to work for us; and really, where is the use in questioning a system that works.
"Don't give me that. I know you and I know you were thinking about something." The fingers move slowly down my cheek and trail down my neck. "Come on Ginny, you know you can tell me anything."
How can I argue with that? I do know I can tell her everything and anything. And she said my name. She knows I can't resist when she says my name.
"You." It's barely audible but I know she heard me; the mists of concern evaporating instantly, leaving me to question if they were ever there at all. A small smile tugs at those perfect lips, curving towards her sparkling blue eyes. It's her favourite answer and I know it. Even my delivery of that single word has been sculpted as a part of this conversation – shaped by me to fit a very specific purpose.
I learned a long time ago that Narcissa Malfoy craves attention. It's like she feeds on the energy of a single adoring word, absorbs the stares and even brief glances that she gets, true to her name. But it's this need to be adored that makes us so suited to one another. I've never been one for the lime light. I'm so used to being pushed to the sidelines, in my enormous family, that it's not natural for me to want attention; oh, but I'm more than glad to give it. And who better to bestow my adoration upon but this goddess before me.
I assume you are wondering how this came to be. It's a well known fact that Narcissa is the pretty little pureblood housewife of Lucius Malfoy, mother to Draco Malfoy and the most established socialite the wizarding world has ever seen. So how and why can she now be found groping a witch who, not only is young enough to be her daughter, but has also been openly labelled as a blood traitor by all those of the pureblood elite?
It all started about a year ago...