Rabastan followed the little blonde girl out of the house to where the sun shone, hot, down onto the lawn. She was pretty, Narcissa. Really pretty, with those blue eyes that no one else in her family had. And even now, walking behind her, her blonde hair bounced with each of her steps in a sort of hypnotic way.
She wasn't really how he thought she'd be, Rabastan found himself thinking. The boys at school all called her a flirt, and she had always seemed almost chirpy to him, but here at her house she seemed quiet, withdrawn. More so than even Andi had been. Maybe it was just because of Andi. That bitch. He hated her. He hated Andromeda Black with all his heart. A mudblood? She had chosen a mudblood over him. Not only that, but Rods had told him that she was pregnant, too.
So that's why she wouldn't have sex with him. It wasn't because they were moving too fast or that she had wanted to get to know Rabs first. No, she was screwing around with a little mudblood. He looked back to that day she had left. He had waited for her for hours. Set up a little dinner for her even. He had been an absolute fool and he hated her for it. He hadn't found out until the next day by Rods that she had run away.
She ran away just so that she didn't have to marry him. That kinda thing hurts to hear and Rabs hated her for it. Hated her for how she played him, hated her for her leaving, and hated her for how he felt right now.
If she were there with him right now, he'd make her pay for the things she had done. He would, too. He'd hurt her. The way he promised her he never would, he'd do it. That's how angry she made him.
He found himself thinking about Narcissa. She was different from Andromeda. Not as bright, of course, but maybe that was a good thing. He knew that she was dating Lucius, but he didn't really much mind that. He was just thinking. Just imagining. Just picturing her peeling off her shirt for him, of moaning his name in his ear. She'd feel good, too. And she'd feel even better because Rabs knew that whether or not Andromeda knew about it, he'd be taking something from her. And he wanted to take something from Andromeda. He deserved it after everything she had taken from him.
He kept watching the bounce of her hair as they made their way down the lawn.
"Cissa," he says, taking a few steps quickly so that they're walking side-by-side. "We haven't really had a chance to talk much, have we?"
"No," she says quietly. "Not really."
"I was thinking the two of us would probably get along well. We have a lot in common, after all."
"We do?" Narcissa asks, turning to him curiously.
"For starters, we both lost Andi. And no one seems to be talking about it. But I think it effected you and me the most."
"Trixy's so angry all the time," Narcissa says with a nod. "She's angry at mama, she's angry at papa, but most of all, she's angry at Andi. But I'm not. I'm just… I'm scared, Rabs. I don't know what I'm supposed to do anymore."
"Hey," he says gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to be scared. Let's go down by that lake Bella was talking about and you can tell me what has you so worried. We can just talk, Cissa. Help you get things figured out. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to, and I've always liked you. You've always been easier to get along with than either of your sisters."
Narcissa nods slowly, looking up at him. It was nice to have those blue eyes focused solely on him. She was so different from her sisters. In demeanor as well countenance. And she was also so trusting. It was nice to have a girl like her look at you with complete faith. Made him feel heroic somehow. "Thanks, Rabs," she says, sliding her hand in his. She walks him down a stony path to where there was a nice little clearing besides the water. He sits besides her on the grass, just a few inches from the water. He keeps her hand in his, despite her first reaction to let go.
"It must be hard for you, losing a sister," Rabastan says sympathetically. "And Bella's not the most understanding person. Essentially, you've been going through this alone. But you don't have to anymore, Cissa. I'm here now. You can confide in me. After all, I lost Andi, too. You lost a sister, and I lost a betrothed."
Narcissa nods. "I was so scared at first," she says, and now that Rabastan has broken through her barriers, her words come out in a rush. "Andi and I have always been close. Well, maybe not as close as Trixy and me, but she's still my sister and I love her, even though she sometimes talks all crazy and says things I don't understand or tells me that I don't know what love is, but I still miss her. She was my sister. And then papa burnt her face off the tapestry and mama won't talk about her and they all look at me like I'm going to run next and I wouldn't, I'd never leave mama and Trixy, I never would. But papa keeps telling me that I have to do my duty, but I don't know what my duty is, and they tell me that someday I'm going to have to marry the man they pick out, but I don't know who he is and I don't know if I'll love him, or if that's even important or…" She lets out a breath.
"Maybe it's me," Rabastan says. "Maybe you'll wind up with me, Cissa. To right the wrong of Andi."
"You… Do you think they'd do that?" Narcissa asks with an urgent and perplexed look.
"I heard mum talking about it just this morning," Rabastan lies. "Our parents are just going over the details. After all, Andi really screwed up by leaving. She dishonored your family and slighted mine. Your parents won't let that slide. They have to make it up to my family somehow, make it up to me. Best way to do that is to betroth you to me. Mum thinks it'd be a great pairing, and we'd get along, don't you think, Cissa?"
"Well, I, I'd never thought about it, but I think so. I think we'd get along."
"And you'd love me, wouldn't you?" Rabastan asks. "You wouldn't make the same mistakes Andi made?"
"I wouldn't mess up," Narcissa says firmly. He hit a chord with his questions and he almost smiled to himself. "I'd do my duty, I promise."
Rabastan lets go of her hand to trace along her jaw. He tilts her head up to face him, inspecting her silently. She didn't have the soft features that Andi had, nor her complexion, but he had to admit, Narcissa was the prettier of the two. And she was just so eager to please. In a way, he was helping her. He'd gotten her to open up, after all, and she seemed to really want something to glom onto, to put her faith in. It might as well be him. And it wasn't that much of a stretch. Everything he said was true except knowing for certain that they'd pair him and Narcissa. Maybe he'd talk to his mum about it, if he really liked Narcissa. She was pretty. But then again, that meant being married to a Black and he didn't really want to spend Christmas dinner with Bellatrix. He'd probably still have to what with Rods marrying her, but he could find ways around seeing her that often. And as sweet and stupid as Narcissa seemed, she might be just as crazy and bitchy as her sisters. Wasn't really worth the risk. "You're very beautiful, Narcissa," he says. "I'd be very pleased if you were my wife. I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, like your sister did."
Narcissa nods. "I wouldn't," she whispers. Her mind seemed to be tumbling. "I'd never do anything to hurt you."
"And you wouldn't leave me lonely like she did. Do you feel that way too, Cissa?" he asks. "Lonely?"
Narcissa sighs and nods. She pulls out a handful of grass before letting it tumble out of her hand with a gust of wind that also pulled on her golden hair. "I do," she admits. "Sometimes. Right now. I feel it, too, Rabs."
"Well, you don't have to anymore," he tells her. "I'm here. Neither of us have to be lonely ever again."
Narcissa nods again and Rabastan leans in, pressing his lips against hers. There seems to be a moment's hesitation in her, but when he presses harder, she parts her lips, allowing him in. Rabastan almost smiles satisfactorily, reaching for her waist. She does peel away the way that Andromeda would have and he takes this as an invitation to go further. He slides his hand up her shirt, feeling her skin.
"This isn't… isn't wrong, is it?" Narcissa asks, breaking from his lips for a moment. She looks at him, her blue eyes glistening, trying to find answers in his face. He traces along the lines of her stomach, her skin smooth under his touch. His hands move down, wrapping around her.
Rabastan grabs her by her waist and pulls her onto his lap. "No, Cissa," he tells her confidently. "You're doing everything right. They're going to betroth us, and then you'll be mine forever. And as my betrothed, its your duty to make me happy. And this makes me happy. Being with you makes me happy. It's good that you're making up for Andi's mistakes. Like your papa said. Doing your duty."
Like before, he can tell he's hit a chord with his words and Narcissa reacts immediately, kissing Rabastan again. Yes, it was better that Narcissa wasn't as bright as Andromeda. And it felt good to kiss someone who would kiss him back. There was life in Narcissa's lips. She seemed as if she were actively trying to make him happy. Yes, he found he quite liked little Narcissa Black.
His fingers move to her blouse again, quickly unbuttoning it. He found himself kissing her deeper, more intently. He pulls her shirt down, notching it at her elbows and kissing down her neck. His lips find her breasts next, her skin reacting with small little bumps each time he kisses or bites her tender white flesh. His lips were quick and hungry against her skin, eager to distract her with his intensity. Narcissa seemed only to be able to respond to him and to catch air each time he moved his lips from hers.
He takes off her shirt and throws it to the side, the corner dipping in to the edge of the lake. He then lays her down and moves his hands up her thighs, gathering her skirt and he moves upwards. Her legs tremble slightly and he can see goosebumps spreading from his fingers. Narcissa gives a shuddering breath and Rabastan leans over, kissing her.
"Do you want this?" He asks her. "Do you want to please me?" His hands dug just below her ribs, holding her to him. She was so small in his hands, so delicate. Such a pretty little thing this girl was and her body felt warm and inviting against his.
"Yes," she whispers, almost imperceptibly. Her eyes seemed to glaze over slightly, but he didn't seem to mind. She had already looked at him with those blue eyes. He didn't need them anymore.
Rabastan removes his own shirt and sets it aside, this time making sure it doesn't hit the water, and then unbelts his pants, peeling them off as well. "You'll be a good wife," he tells Narcissa, climbing back over her. Her hair lay a mess on the grass, tangling with a clump of dandelions like some haphazard flower crown. The sun felt hot on the skin of his back but she trembled softly. Even still, her lips met his each time he leaned in to kiss her, and when he pushed inside her, her legs parted to ease his entrance. He didn't even bother pulling off her skirt, just pushed it up so it lay gathered on her stomach. He was too eager to have her, to feel what she was like. It was enough to look at her white skin almost glowing in the sunlight. She was very pretty this girl. And who didn't like a pretty, stupid girl. "You'll make me happy. I know it."
