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AN: This was written for THE CROSS-GEN COMPETITION by TamariChan on the HPFC forum.
Narcissa was pretty sure that if her mother could see her now, she would probably throw some very nasty curses at her. Not only was she lying there naked in a cold, sterile room, she was lying there with another, younger witch who she was looking at with pure adoration.
But then again, Narcissa had a long list of crimes, if she listened to her mother's old beliefs. Beliefs she had shared, much to her eternal shame.
The first one was obvious. She had gone behind Voldemort's back to protect her son. She extracted an unbreakable vow from Severus Snape, but she didn't regret that for an instant.
The second one was lying to Voldemort about Harry's death. She had been terrified, but there was also a mixture of anger and hate and sheer determination to protect her son. Bellatrix would never have understood, she didn't know what it was like to be a mother and she certainly didn't care about Draco.
The third crime was not something she could have helped, even though she frequently blamed herself in the weeks that followed. She had been attacked and bitten by a werewolf, one of Voldemort's remaining followers. The attack had left her face viciously scarred, scars that went across her body. She was lucky to have survived at all, but she certainly didn't feel like it in the weeks that followed. Lucius had been unable to cope and had abandoned her and Narcissa was horrified at the idea of changing into a werewolf every month.
Befriending Lavender Brown, a fellow werewolf and an equally scarred survivor was CERTAINLY off limits to good Black girls. But Narcissa was tired of being a 'good' Black. It was Lavender who had helped her through her first transformations, far worse for Narcissa because of her age than it had been for Lavender. It was Lavender who had helped her repair her long-damaged relationship with her sister Andromeda. It was Lavender who had managed to help her son Draco come to terms with his her condition.
It really shouldn't have been such a surprise to Narcissa when she realised that she had managed to fall in love with Lavender Brown. Narcissa had resisted the idea for a very long time. She tried to push herself away, but no matter how hard she swore to distance herself, she always found herself coming back to her. Somehow Lavender had managed to infiltrate Narcissa's every pore, every sense, her very soul.
And when she mated with Lavender for the first time, a wild, uncontrolled and passionate experience as werewolves without the restrictions that humans allowed to get in the way, Narcissa tried to dismiss it as just a consequence of her wolf side. Until it happened when they were human as well.
Narcissa leaned over and began stroking Lavender's beautiful blond hair and smiled. Being a werewolf was painful, but with Lavender by her side, Narcissa was ready for anything.
Lavender looked up at Narcissa with an expression of pure love. Pulling herself up onto her elbows, Lavender suddenly dragged herself forward and began kissing her way up Narcissa's legs and Narcissa grinned. There were of course over advantages of having a younger lover, she thought to herself as the two women concentrated on one another for the next hour or two.