Nothing seemed to satisfy the witch. It seemed that a certain restlessness encompassed over her.
Maybe it had nothing to do with the upcoming betrothal of her eldest sister.
It would have made her positively giddy to preen at the attention. To dress in glamorous pearls and her best silks, if only to get away from her abusive alcoholic father.
Though that day would not happen until her sixth year and only after her sisters were betrothed.
She imagined to gaze upon her namesake in the stars, of the tiny dots in the distance that would later be emboldened and shine as the unwitting tension dissipated from the young girls shoulders.
Her delicate features and white blonde hair almost seemed to glow in the dark tower. Her forearms casually resting against the cold railing.
The only light that seemed to display across the cobblestones, blue and orange glow that illuminated the features of her blue eyes as she cupped her hands as Andi showed her and inhaled upon the muggle death stick.
She almost let out an un-ladylike snort as her father would soon beat her black and blue for dare adopting or show interest that would be considered below their station.
Without a word, she held the lighter to the tip of the cigarette and breathed in deeply. Flames caught to the end, and she pulled it back once she was satisfied with it burning.
Taking it out of her mouth and let out a puff of smoke as she stared absently in front of her. Before letting her head dip crane backwards, blue eyes closing to a rather serene expression that would seem almost unnatural if someone caught her.
She let the barest curve show as the cold wind whipped against her bare legs.
Not aware of the slow, sure footsteps coming towards the alcove where she stood.
Surprise and an almost giddy-like expression washed over the young man at the sight of the young Black heiress, disheveled with a muggle object clinging to her lips.
The sheer innocence that encompassed her, intrigued him further even the faint sway of her hips and the shape of her calves in the smooth fabric that seemed to start just a few inches below where the skirt ended, and simple Mary Jane heels, probably designed to add a few inches of height.
"What I want is a powerful man that cares about me." She whispered into the darkness, arms pressing harsher into the railing. Her curls wild and untamed in the wind.
Her barely audible words, yet it struck a chord within him and had a strange the effect on the man's libido was startling and sudden. Even as she flicked the annoying stray curls away from her face and placed them along her back and tapped the cigarette against the railing almost self-consciously as she tucked her arms underneath her.
A puff of smoke once again blew from her lips and he couldn't find a scene more irresistible nor thrilling than to gaze at the young girl disheveled and untamed that she normally would have scoffed at; now seemed to radiate as she leaned further upon the railing, and inhaled upon the cigarette.
The man thought, "there was nothing more dangerous than a woman who didn't know of the power she held within her fingertips." It only made it that much more intoxicating as he watched her lithe form in the darkness.
The silence seemed to press more around them and suddenly he was shaken to reality. The faintest scent of lavender and honey in the air.
He needed this witch - this seemingly sweet girl just shy of being a woman; with slender long legs, prounced cheekbones. He imagined her soft and smooth like satin if he were to graze his hands along her flesh. He briefly wondered if her hair would feel the same around his fingers.
"Need any help?!" A smooth masculine voice inquired from behind her.
"Shit!" She whisper-yelled as she gasped in surprise and almost fell from the railing and caused the cigarette to fall from her manicured fingers to the ground below them. Unable to help the shiver that crawled at the base of her spine.
Narcissa whipped her head around to squint in the darkness, to see a tall foreboding figure leaning causally against one of the stone pillars, a bronze medal shining in the dim lighting.
"Fuck!"
Drawing a deep breath, Narcissa watched with baited breath as the boy propped himself up from the wall and sauntered further into her rather limited view.
His blue eyes grinned in dark amusement. "I'm sorry, Cissa." His words polite and could be considered charming, albeit apologetic though by the tone of it. He was anything but sorry. He reminded her of a wolf in sheep's clothing. A very handsome wolf.
She only sighed tiredly, letting her back sag against the centuries old railing as her hands curled around it, making her nipples strain against the white blouse with each breath she took.
"Shouldn't you be doing your rounds. Making sure no one is causing mischief past curfew,.. like those foolhardy Weasley's." She regarded wrinkling her nose at the name , her brow raised in narrowing suspicion, gazing heatedly at the man. Somehow recalling her mother's words, "Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel." She crudely hissed one night, deep in her cups as she held tightly onto her youngest daughter's forearms and stared almost foreboding into her wide-eyes.
How come he had never noticed her or just the penchant she had to talk back to her elders. Though the answer was plain and unoriginal. She wasn't otherworldly against the shadow of her elder sisters who seemed to shine in every aspect.
Yet, now they seemed to pale in comparison as she leaned casually against the railing with a hint of uncertainty and indifference towards the elder male, Rodolphous Lestrange.
"You're one to talk. Here you are, being a naughty little girl pass her bedtime."
The naivety in her blue orbs flashed across her eyes, before they darkened and stared coolly at the boy 5 years above her.
"Lestrange...Rodolphous." She whispered playfully, almost letting his name savor and swirl around her tongue as if tasting it for the first time and held her arms out in front of her, her head cocked to the side in amusement.
"It seemed tonight. Was a night for firsts'."
"Oh no, what would my father say." She mocked playfully, a brow raised before giggling at the mere thought.
Fuck, even his name sounded delicious coming from her lips. He wanted to hear it again. She was the epitome of a good schoolgirl . With her blonde locks and baby blues, even her laughter while his eyes trailed lazily upon her lithe form and settled upon the smile that glittered teasingly upon her face.
He could only swallow harshly as she remained oblivious to the growing lust in his eyes. His eyes darkened at the sight before him, his soon bethroed's baby sister.
Rodolphous waited, his stare seeming to hold her in place as he crept forward. His hands at his side.
The intensity made her nervous, annoyed, and excited all at once. And yet she couldn't place a finger as to why.
She was taught never to challenge her elders nor her future husband. Yet, she precisely is doing just that and with a man 5 years her senior. That did nothing to the trepidation she felt as he came closer as if she were the prey and he was the hunter.
She wouldn't back down. Nor look away. That would be the first sign of weakness, and she was anything but weak.
Though it didn't help the way her cheeks seemed to redden further at the perverse attention nor feel as if the fates were playing a cruel trick upon her.
"Wha..t.t are you...doing?" She couldn't help but whisper as she gazed naïveté from his hand to the way his eyes darkened in the glimmer of light as his rough calloused hands traced the exposed skin of her waist to her arms.
Rodolphous couldn't help but smile as he watched the girl, taking his chances as he reached up and touched her face, "Do you want to be punished?! I could help if you wanted." He asked rhetorically and slid his hand to cup her chin and force her gaze upon his.
"It...t wouldn't be appropriate. . ." she breathed. She could feel his hot breath upon her face as they continued to prance around each other, the other desperate to gain control over the other. Before he stepped back with a contented smirk upon his handsome features.
"I think you would like that, darling. "despite the glimmer of defiance ready in her narrowed gaze, protests ready upon her lips to dismiss his idea entirely. Yet, something in her seemed to be pleased by the idea nor could she deny what his words caused as she felt a wetness form between her thighs.
With a last look cast in her direction, eyeing her form with a knowing smile.
"It would rather be disappointing if I caught you here, again." His rough stern voice whispered before he retreated back into the darkness as if he never there in the first place.
The words designed to pick at something within Narcissa's psyche as she gazed stunned and brought her arms around herself.
A fear of disappointing him left her with a rather unknown dread that she couldn't begin to answer as to why it would.
AUTHORS NOTE
This idea was just too tempting to write. This seems to my guilty pleasure Narcissa/Rodolphous. She may be a little ooc but... oh well.