AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I know it seems like I quit this one forever, but I feel it remains unfinished. Get ready for a twist! Thanks to Ada Kensington for the inspiration.
Chapter Six: The Devil's Dominatrix
He pressed her up against the wall, refusing to hold back. She, after all, had asked for this. Years of pent-up sexual anxiety on her part had begged this of him. Narcissa willingly complied with a soft, girlish moan of wanting, stripping off the lavender robe from the shoulders as he held her there, his lips taut against hers, their breath swirling together as their heartbeats pumped it in and out of their lungs feverishly. He couldn't go fast enough, she thought.
She grew tiresome of his ferocity and turned the tables on him, forcing him onto the bed behind them, the sheets still tousled from his bleary awakening this morning. It was twelve in the afternoon. Most of the school was at lunch. But as he lay sleeping she had offered him a taste, and he couldn't refuse his animal instinct to come back for more. She twisted the sheets about the back of her naked form and lay atop him, her shivering blue eyes begging him to let it go. To let them be together. And with that simple gesture of agreement, Severus readily complied.
Hours later they woke, and she found herself in his arms, the heavily musky scent of his drowsy form filling the dungeon. She slowly remembered what had happened, but she didn't frown upon her actions. Rather, she physically smiled. She got up, as softly as possible so as not to wake him, and tied the sheet about her tiny body, gently putting her cold feet on the floor. She tidied her hair, which she had left in its elegant updo, and pulled out select strands so that they hung in her face. She snuck through the common room, still wearing his sheet, and went back into her quarters in his office. There she fiddled through her rack of gowns and chose a long black one with thin straps that tied about her neck. She slipped on her shoes and fixed a couple tiny chips in her toenail polish. She tossed the sheet carelessly on her makeshift bed and put on a bit of makeup before heading down to the Great Hall. Today she was going to explore the castle, whether anybody cared or not.
"This looks interesting." She sat lazily on the edge of the bookshelf, her light form hardly enough to topple it over. She had found the Restricted Section and was enjoying the adult privilege of roaming it freely and without interruption. She skimmed a random page in a thick gray volume of dark curses, but found another book containing recipes for dark potions caught her eye. "'Most Potente Potions'...this must be for his NEWT students..." She read through some of the book with interest. "'Bewitch Your Lover'...'Turn Your Enemies To Stone'...'Be Rich and Famous For A Weekend'..." Narcissa had never possessed an interest in Potions back in her school days. She had always found them to be disgusting concoctions, rather. But look at her, becoming involved with a Potions master and reading volumes on the subject.
Later that evening she went to the Great Hall for dinner and found him there. She took a seat next to him at the High Table. He looked pleased to see her, but it was suppressed, as were all his emotions.
"Had a good catnap, Severus?" She mused, smiling bitterly at him.
"I did. And you?" He glanced at her suggestively.
"Quite good, can't complain. At all." She purred. She had him, she was sure of it.
"I see." He looked at her for a lingering moment, but then went back to his lesson plan as if nothing significant had passed between them. Narcissa found herself disappointed by this. She simply had to know if he felt for her at all.
"Severus, um—" She began, but suddenly a door closed in the Hall, one of the corner doors. The students barely noticed, but she did.
She would recognize that wavy black hair anywhere. She could pick out those heavy-lidded, cruel violet eyes in any crowd. She watched as the stick-thin woman paced down the aisle, ignoring the children, and headed towards the High Table. Specifically toward Narcissa and Severus. Black fingernails upon white hands pulled upwards at a long black gown as she bounded up the stairs. A hint at a bosom poked out of the top of the corset, pulled tight against her flat chest and flatter belly. It was trimmed in purple lace and tied with purple string, both of which matched her searching eyes. The lower part of the dress was tulle black, a Gothic trend, and fell to the floor, disguising all but the pointed tips of her high-heeled black shoes.
"Bellatrix." Narcissa stared daggers at her. She wanted to put her hand on Severus's, but she knew that would look childish and desperate, like she couldn't hold onto a man. But with her older sister around, who could? Bellatrix oozed sex, despite her ugly features.
Severus looked up. "Hello, Trixy, seen the sun lately?" He remarked. Narcissa felt like screaming for joy. Bellatrix hated that nickname...and the vampire comments too? Her sister had always been a crude girl at school. She had a running list of boys she'd slept with, or at least teased. Gryffindors for gifts, Hufflepuffs for torture, Ravenclaws to pass her classes...and Slytherins for fun.
"Speak for yourself, Severus." Bellatrix sneered. "But I can't say time has done you badly."
"Save it for someone who cares, Bella." He snarled, looking back down at his work.
"You care. I can see it bothering you." She promptly sat down on his other side.
"Do you plan upon staying or something?" He glanced up at her. "I already have one guest sharing my office space; why burden me with another?"
Narcissa's eyes caught onto such reproach. Was she a burden? She hadn't meant to be...after all, it was him who'd suggested her staying with him at the school.
"Why shouldn't I stay? It seems to be Returning Graduate Hotel these days." She glared at Narcissa, who glared right back.
"Shut it, sister dear." Narcissa bit off her words as she hissed them.
"Or did you even graduate, Cissa?" Bellatrix tested her, muttering the nickname with an air of authority. "Did your little boyfriend help you out? Because I helped him out quite a bit that summer...he says I'm much better in bed than you are..."
The teachers grew quiet, looking down the long table as both girls stood. Severus tried to go back to what he was doing, but failed.
"Go back to the rat hole you crawled out of, Bella."
"I'd sooner let Lucius kill you than see you live, sister." Bellatrix growled.
Narcissa had nothing more snide to say, so she tramped out of the Hall, attempting to cover her head with the torn shards of her pride. Oddly enough, she didn't head for the dormitory to pack her things. Rather, she crept back into the library.
"'Bewitching a lover is a common practice among those not fortunate enough to be born attractive or clever.'" She read to herself. "I've got all that..." Her clawed hands led down to the extensive list of ingredients. "'Bamboo shoot...snakeskin...gecko tail...'" She wrote them down hastily. She was going to beat Bellatrix at her own game.
"'What else do I need...'" Bellatrix hovered over a cauldron in one of the abandoned dungeons in the depths of the castle. "'Bamboo shoots...snakeskin...gecko tail..."
I know it seems like I quit this one forever, but I feel it remains unfinished. Get ready for a twist! Thanks to Ada Kensington for the inspiration.
Chapter Six: The Devil's Dominatrix
He pressed her up against the wall, refusing to hold back. She, after all, had asked for this. Years of pent-up sexual anxiety on her part had begged this of him. Narcissa willingly complied with a soft, girlish moan of wanting, stripping off the lavender robe from the shoulders as he held her there, his lips taut against hers, their breath swirling together as their heartbeats pumped it in and out of their lungs feverishly. He couldn't go fast enough, she thought.
She grew tiresome of his ferocity and turned the tables on him, forcing him onto the bed behind them, the sheets still tousled from his bleary awakening this morning. It was twelve in the afternoon. Most of the school was at lunch. But as he lay sleeping she had offered him a taste, and he couldn't refuse his animal instinct to come back for more. She twisted the sheets about the back of her naked form and lay atop him, her shivering blue eyes begging him to let it go. To let them be together. And with that simple gesture of agreement, Severus readily complied.
Hours later they woke, and she found herself in his arms, the heavily musky scent of his drowsy form filling the dungeon. She slowly remembered what had happened, but she didn't frown upon her actions. Rather, she physically smiled. She got up, as softly as possible so as not to wake him, and tied the sheet about her tiny body, gently putting her cold feet on the floor. She tidied her hair, which she had left in its elegant updo, and pulled out select strands so that they hung in her face. She snuck through the common room, still wearing his sheet, and went back into her quarters in his office. There she fiddled through her rack of gowns and chose a long black one with thin straps that tied about her neck. She slipped on her shoes and fixed a couple tiny chips in her toenail polish. She tossed the sheet carelessly on her makeshift bed and put on a bit of makeup before heading down to the Great Hall. Today she was going to explore the castle, whether anybody cared or not.
"This looks interesting." She sat lazily on the edge of the bookshelf, her light form hardly enough to topple it over. She had found the Restricted Section and was enjoying the adult privilege of roaming it freely and without interruption. She skimmed a random page in a thick gray volume of dark curses, but found another book containing recipes for dark potions caught her eye. "'Most Potente Potions'...this must be for his NEWT students..." She read through some of the book with interest. "'Bewitch Your Lover'...'Turn Your Enemies To Stone'...'Be Rich and Famous For A Weekend'..." Narcissa had never possessed an interest in Potions back in her school days. She had always found them to be disgusting concoctions, rather. But look at her, becoming involved with a Potions master and reading volumes on the subject.
Later that evening she went to the Great Hall for dinner and found him there. She took a seat next to him at the High Table. He looked pleased to see her, but it was suppressed, as were all his emotions.
"Had a good catnap, Severus?" She mused, smiling bitterly at him.
"I did. And you?" He glanced at her suggestively.
"Quite good, can't complain. At all." She purred. She had him, she was sure of it.
"I see." He looked at her for a lingering moment, but then went back to his lesson plan as if nothing significant had passed between them. Narcissa found herself disappointed by this. She simply had to know if he felt for her at all.
"Severus, um—" She began, but suddenly a door closed in the Hall, one of the corner doors. The students barely noticed, but she did.
She would recognize that wavy black hair anywhere. She could pick out those heavy-lidded, cruel violet eyes in any crowd. She watched as the stick-thin woman paced down the aisle, ignoring the children, and headed towards the High Table. Specifically toward Narcissa and Severus. Black fingernails upon white hands pulled upwards at a long black gown as she bounded up the stairs. A hint at a bosom poked out of the top of the corset, pulled tight against her flat chest and flatter belly. It was trimmed in purple lace and tied with purple string, both of which matched her searching eyes. The lower part of the dress was tulle black, a Gothic trend, and fell to the floor, disguising all but the pointed tips of her high-heeled black shoes.
"Bellatrix." Narcissa stared daggers at her. She wanted to put her hand on Severus's, but she knew that would look childish and desperate, like she couldn't hold onto a man. But with her older sister around, who could? Bellatrix oozed sex, despite her ugly features.
Severus looked up. "Hello, Trixy, seen the sun lately?" He remarked. Narcissa felt like screaming for joy. Bellatrix hated that nickname...and the vampire comments too? Her sister had always been a crude girl at school. She had a running list of boys she'd slept with, or at least teased. Gryffindors for gifts, Hufflepuffs for torture, Ravenclaws to pass her classes...and Slytherins for fun.
"Speak for yourself, Severus." Bellatrix sneered. "But I can't say time has done you badly."
"Save it for someone who cares, Bella." He snarled, looking back down at his work.
"You care. I can see it bothering you." She promptly sat down on his other side.
"Do you plan upon staying or something?" He glanced up at her. "I already have one guest sharing my office space; why burden me with another?"
Narcissa's eyes caught onto such reproach. Was she a burden? She hadn't meant to be...after all, it was him who'd suggested her staying with him at the school.
"Why shouldn't I stay? It seems to be Returning Graduate Hotel these days." She glared at Narcissa, who glared right back.
"Shut it, sister dear." Narcissa bit off her words as she hissed them.
"Or did you even graduate, Cissa?" Bellatrix tested her, muttering the nickname with an air of authority. "Did your little boyfriend help you out? Because I helped him out quite a bit that summer...he says I'm much better in bed than you are..."
The teachers grew quiet, looking down the long table as both girls stood. Severus tried to go back to what he was doing, but failed.
"Go back to the rat hole you crawled out of, Bella."
"I'd sooner let Lucius kill you than see you live, sister." Bellatrix growled.
Narcissa had nothing more snide to say, so she tramped out of the Hall, attempting to cover her head with the torn shards of her pride. Oddly enough, she didn't head for the dormitory to pack her things. Rather, she crept back into the library.
"'Bewitching a lover is a common practice among those not fortunate enough to be born attractive or clever.'" She read to herself. "I've got all that..." Her clawed hands led down to the extensive list of ingredients. "'Bamboo shoot...snakeskin...gecko tail...'" She wrote them down hastily. She was going to beat Bellatrix at her own game.
"'What else do I need...'" Bellatrix hovered over a cauldron in one of the abandoned dungeons in the depths of the castle. "'Bamboo shoots...snakeskin...gecko tail..."