Author's Notes: The Malfoys' plot comes to fruition. A peek into
Narcissa's psyche to see just what her motivations are. Note: There is
nonconsensual sex of a deceptive nature in this chapter.
Disclaimers: Nothing from the books and/or movies belongs to me.
Chapter 54: It is Twice the Pleasure to Deceive the Deceiver
Narcissa Malfoy stirred at the sound of knocking on the door of her chambers. She rose and unlocked the door; her husband's valet handed her a wooden box and left without saying a word. Narcissa opened the box to find a scroll of parchment, a bottle of polyjuice potion, and a small vial containing several hairs. She set the box down on her dressing table and unrolled the parchment scroll. Her husband, Lucius, had written it to give her last minute instructions. She was to refrain from making any unnecessary conversation. If asked, she had been in London shopping with her cousin's daughter and a female student from Hogwarts. She would be spending New Year's Eve in London with her family, and would not return until sometime the next day.
Lucius also wrote that there was enough potion and hairs for two doses, in case the plan went somehow awry and Narcissa needed to maintain the ruse longer than an hour. He expressed his regret that he wouldn't be able to come to Hogsmeade himself, but the groundskeeper would be delivering her to and from the village in their carriage. He ended the note saying that she needed to start making preparations, she would be sent for at eleven.
Narcissa took a little while to collect her thoughts regarding the task she faced in less than two hours. She packed a bag with the potion, vial of hairs, and stolen clothes. Preparations made, she mixed another dose of emotion numbing potion and sat by the fire, waiting for the clock to strike eleven.
At eleven exactly, her husband's valet knocked on the door again. She unlocked and opened it.
"It's time milady, the carriage is at the door."
Narcissa nodded her head, fetched the bag, and pulled the cook's plain hooded cloak on to conceal her identity. Her housemaid was nowhere to be found, and Lucius did not emerge from his study to bid her good luck. She shut and locked the door to her chambers behind her, and followed the valet downstairs to the carriage. After helping her up and into the seat, the groundskeeper climbed up onto the driver's seat, and with a flick of his wand, the carriage disapparated away into the cold December night.
With a loud crack, the carriage apparated to a dimly lit alleyway a few doors down from the tailor shop. Hidden in the shadows, the dark carriage was invisible to casual passers by. The groundskeeper climbed down from the driver's seat, and helped Narcissa from the carriage. She pulled the hood up to conceal her face, and pulled the cloak tightly against her body before heading to the tailor shop.
At the door, she pulled the piece of parchment from her pocket, and reviewed the unlocking charm. Inside the shop, she quickly locked the door behind her and cast the anti-appariton wards. She looked around in the dim light to get her bearings. The little stairway to the upstairs apartment was located in the back room. Silently, she crept across the floor, past the empty owl perch, into the back room. Once upstairs, she lit a fire in the fireplace, and located the different rooms of the above-store flat.
She dropped the bag on the bed, and spent several minutes taking in the sight of Mira's living quarters. Narcissa decided that merchant living quarters were slightly better than servants' quarters, but found the flat to be small and poorly decorated. Aside from an age-worn wardrobe and a shabby Persian rug, there were no furnishings of real quality to be found. A utilitarian brass bed with simple tubular head and footboard took up easily a third of the small bedchamber. The one window was situated awkwardly towards the end of a wall, and the door to the small bathroom was propped open by a scuffed wicker hamper.
Narcissa decided to go ahead and change into the stolen clothes, in preparation for her transformation. She emptied Mira's things from the bag, and hung the cloak on the outside of the wardrobe. She undressed and packed her own clothes, shoes, and rings away in the bag. She put on Mira's robe and set the potion bottle and vial of hair on the side of the small sink basin in the bathroom. Gathering the folds of fabric on the oversized robe up so that she wouldn't trip on the hem, she went into the little kitchen to find a goblet or glass to drink the potion from. While rummaging around in Mira's cabinets, she spotted the bottle of chocolate mead. Wondering how a person of a lower class could afford such a delicacy, she poured a full goblet of it to help get the taste of polyjuice potion out of her mouth after the transformation.
Narcissa sat on the little sofa and watched the flames in the fireplace, losing herself in thought. Even with the emotion-dulling potion, she couldn't help but think about why she had decided to participate in this plan. She also reflected on her choice of partners. Why did she choose him? Why had she allowed her husband to take the plan in this particular direction? There could have been other ways to achieve the same end. Lucius was quite adept with the Imperius curse; why go through this whole deceptive ruse? Was it really about revenge on a woman she hardly knew? Or was it something else?
Hatred, burning as hot as the flames in the fireplace, was her motivation. This was a way to hurt three people for whom she harbored malice in her heart. She hated her husband most of all, and knew that by doing this, she would be twisting two daggers into his heart. Reminding him that he was no longer able to give her a child, and offering herself to one of his most despised rivals. The amount of hatred she harbored in her heart for her first lover surprised her. She finally realized that she hated him because for better or worse, he found a way out and created a new life for himself. He was released from the burdens of a highborn family, and had found a way to slip out of the bonds, which tied him to the Dark Lord. And the woman, well she was merely caught in the middle of it all. Nonetheless, Narcissa despised her for her freedom. Freedom to call the shots in her own life. Freedom to choose whom she would love. Narcissa's hatred for Mira was based in jealousy. Based on the fact that somebody she felt was so far beneath her could have so many of the things which she, herself, could not buy or command.
The clock on the wall read ten minutes to midnight. Narcissa picked up the goblets from the tea table and went back towards the bedchamber. She took the potion bottle, vial, and empty goblet into the bathroom; where she prepared a dose of the potion and drank it down. After the initial wave of nausea, she sat on the edge of the bathtub, awaiting the transformation. Transformation complete, she rinsed out the goblet and hid it, the bottle of potion, and the vial of hairs in the wastebasket just in case she needed to retreat to the bathroom for a renewal dose. Making an effort not to look into the mirror above the sink, Narcissa went back to the bedroom and finished dressing. She slipped on the slippers and hastily pulled her hair back with the black elastic band. She finished up by tying the voice altering charm against her throat. Before lowering the apparation blocking wards, she took a long look in the wardrobe mirror. The clock in the sitting room struck midnight. It was time.
She pulled her wand out of the bag of her own clothes, and performed the spell to drop the apparition wards. She hastily stashed the wand away, and took a large drink of the chocolate mead to help calm her nerves and kill the taste of polyjuice potion that lingered in her mouth. Five minutes passed, and she started to feel as if maybe he was not going to show up. Maybe she would be able to get out of it after all. As she took another large drink of the wine, she heard a popping noise behind her in the sitting room.
Narcissa gasped and turned around quickly, sloshing some of the wine out of the goblet and down her chin. Professor Snape had apparated into the sitting room, and was shaking snow out of his heavy cloak.
"I apologize for being a few minutes late. But I had to escort a pair of students back to their house dormitories. They were under the impression that because it's the holidays, curfew has been relaxed. They claimed to be merely out for a walk, but I'm sure they were up to no good. They were Gryffindors, so of course McGonagall just sent them to bed with a warning."
He hung his cloak and robe on the pegs by the fire, and walked across the room to Narcissa, who was standing in the doorway of the bedroom with the goblet of wine in her right hand, hidden behind her skirt. He took her into his arms and gave her a kiss. She pulled away and watched him tilt his head slightly to the side and lick his lips.
"You've been into the chocolate mead again, haven't you?"
She nodded her head and handed him the goblet. He drank down what was left and set it on a small table next to the door.
" I regret that I couldn't get away for longer, I'm really not supposed to leave the school grounds the nights I walk patrols. But, what Dumbledore doesn't know won't hurt him. I have to walk another patrol at one, so I'll need to be leaving a little bit before then to walk from the front gates to the school."
"That's okay, I didn't expect you to be able to stay for more than a half hour or so."
The professor walked over to the sofa and sat down. He beckoned for her to join him.
"Are you coming down with a cold? You sound a little hoarse. Should I have Pomfrey owl you over a cold tonic when I go back to the school?"
"Uh, um. No. No, I'm fine. Just spent too much time out in the cold today, my throat's a little raw."
He took her by the hand, and pulled her down onto his lap. Nervously, she leaned over against his chest, and tucked her knees up against his side
"Did you enjoy your day? Or did those two brats drive you up the wall?"
"Oh. Well, it wasn't so bad. We went shopping."
He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear, Narcissa tensed at his touch.
"Did you get that necklace while you were out?"
Narcissa's hand flew up to her throat, and the voice altering charm.
"Oh. Yes. I forgot I had it on. I got it today at one of the shops in London."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"You smell particularly sweet tonight, is that new perfume?"
"Oh, yes, I bought it in London too."
"It reminds me of something. I can't quite figure out what though."
He leaned in for another sniff of the perfume and kissed her on her throat. She let out a little gasp and stiffened in his arms.
"You taste sweet too."
"What? Oh, sorry. You see; I spilled a little bit of the wine on myself. You startled me when you apparated into the room."
"I'm not complaining, it's rather like icing on the cake."
He kissed along the trail of spilled wine, down her throat, and across the top of her chest to the neckline of her robe. When he started to undo the buttons on the robe, Narcissa skittishly jumped off of his lap and took a few steps backwards from the sofa. Professor Snape rose and quickly crossed the floor towards her, as she continued to back away from him, into the bedroom.
"I haven't forgotten the effect chocolate mead has on you. No need to be coy with me. Besides, we don't have any time to spare."
In three quick steps, he was across the room and on her. He grasped her shoulders and backed her the rest of the way into the bedroom. He pulled her towards him and kissed her hungrily on the mouth while fumbling with the elastic band in her hair. He struggled to unbutton his tunic jacket with one hand while using the other to pull her head back by her hair, so that he could gain better access to her throat. Narcissa gasped in fear and excitement as he bit down teasingly on the tender skin below her chin. He pushed her back onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. He unbuttoned her robe to the waist, and pushed it open off of her shoulders. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her body, gently squeezing her breasts and pressing them together. It felt good. Despite herself, she was becoming quite aroused and enjoyed the new sensations that this strange body was causing her to feel.
He kneeled back on his heels and pulled her slippers off of her feet, and tossed them into the corner. He reached under her skirt and pushed it up around her waist. Realizing that she was wearing nothing at all under her robe, he hastily unbuttoned his trousers and fell upon her, pushing her knees back, and kissing her on the mouth and neck. Her body stiffened and she cried out in surprise as he entered her and started to make love slowly but powerfully. He raised his face from her neck and whispered in her ear.
"I'm not hurting you am I?"
"Uh-uh."
He lowered his face back to the crook of her neck, and she felt his warm breath against her skin. "Merlin, but it felt good!" She thought to herself.
Narcissa looked past his shoulder and spotted a faint glowing coming from up in the top of the curtains. She gasped again, in shock, over what it was. Lucius was watching them with his far-seeing crystal. Strangely, she found that she didn't particularly care. Whether it was a combination of the wine and potions she had taken that night, or just a sense of complete apathy, she no longer cared about his perversions. "A show he wants, a show he shall get!" She thought to herself, as she shed her inhibitions and threw herself completely into her role as deceiver. Narcissa started to make love back, with abandon, as she had never allowed herself to do with her husband.
The start of her climax caught her off guard. It had been so long since she actually experienced it, that at first she was afraid that something had gone wrong with the potion. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt his breathing change tempo to shallow rapid gasps as he followed behind. He collapsed onto her chest, panting heavily into her ear.
She lay beneath him for some time, absentmindedly running her fingers through his long hair. She wondered if after it was all said and done, and when she assumed her role as queen mother of the wizarding world, would she be able to seduce him back to the Dark Lord, and make him her consort?
He shifted his weight off of her and purred into her ear. "Bloody Hell Mira, that was good. That chocolate mead has a most pleasant effect on you."
Narcissa looked out the door of the bedroom into the sitting room and saw the clock on the wall. It read twenty to one. She had ten minutes before the potion would wear off. She slid out from under the professor's arm and fetched his cloak and robe from the sitting room.
"I hate to be so abrupt, but you've been here almost an hour, and I'd hate to get you into trouble with the headmaster on my account."
He pulled his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time. "Damn!"
He stood up and quickly buttoned his trousers and over-tunic. Narcissa handed him his robe, and then his heavy woolen cloak. He pulled her close and gave her a lingering kiss.
"You know you're more to me than just a lover, don't you Mira?"
Uncomfortably, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked down at the floor. He tilted her chin upwards to look her in the eyes.
"I love you Mira, and I know I don't tell you as often as I should. I just want you to know that you're everything to me."
He kissed her again and smiled at her. Narcissa tried not to let the shock show on her face; she had never, ever seen anything but a sarcastic sneering smirk cross his face before that moment. He went into the sitting room and straightened out his cloak and prepared to disapparate.
"Owl me when you get home from your cousin's house on New Year's Day."
He lifted the hood of his cloak and with a popping noise he disapparated from the sitting room. Narcissa ran to the far side of the bed and snatched her wand out of the bag of her clothes. She cast the anti- apparition wards to make sure that for whatever reason, he didn't return as she reverted to her normal appearance. She felt the strange sensation of shrinking down into herself, and sat on the edge of the bed until it passed. She quickly pulled Mira's robe off and tossed it into the hamper. She placed the slippers in the wardrobe, and dressed in her own clothes. Before leaving, she packed away the potion bottle and vial of hair in her bag, and rinsed and replaced the two goblets from where she had found them. She quickly straightened the bed linens, and took one last look around the room to make sure that nothing was out of place. Before leaving the bedroom, she turned and stared in the direction of the far-seeing crystal and laughed a hearty, wicked laugh.
Narcissa pulled the cloak on, and raised the hood. She picked up her wand and the bag and headed down the stairs into the tailor shop. She paused inside the door, to make sure the streets were deserted. Quietly, she slipped out the front door, and re-locked it with a charm. She returned to the alley where the carriage was parked and knocked on the door. The groundskeeper emerged, took her bag, and helped her up to her seat. He shut the door, and disapparated the carriage back to the Malfoy estate.
Once she arrived home, Narcissa quickly climbed the stairs to her chambers and locked herself in. She drew her own bath and soaked in the warmth, still in a daze from what she had done. Even with the fertility-enhancing potion, it would be twenty- four hours before a pregnancy detection spell could be performed. But, as she drifted off to sleep after her bath, she felt the faint cramping sensation of new life taking hold within her.
Disclaimers: Nothing from the books and/or movies belongs to me.
Chapter 54: It is Twice the Pleasure to Deceive the Deceiver
Narcissa Malfoy stirred at the sound of knocking on the door of her chambers. She rose and unlocked the door; her husband's valet handed her a wooden box and left without saying a word. Narcissa opened the box to find a scroll of parchment, a bottle of polyjuice potion, and a small vial containing several hairs. She set the box down on her dressing table and unrolled the parchment scroll. Her husband, Lucius, had written it to give her last minute instructions. She was to refrain from making any unnecessary conversation. If asked, she had been in London shopping with her cousin's daughter and a female student from Hogwarts. She would be spending New Year's Eve in London with her family, and would not return until sometime the next day.
Lucius also wrote that there was enough potion and hairs for two doses, in case the plan went somehow awry and Narcissa needed to maintain the ruse longer than an hour. He expressed his regret that he wouldn't be able to come to Hogsmeade himself, but the groundskeeper would be delivering her to and from the village in their carriage. He ended the note saying that she needed to start making preparations, she would be sent for at eleven.
Narcissa took a little while to collect her thoughts regarding the task she faced in less than two hours. She packed a bag with the potion, vial of hairs, and stolen clothes. Preparations made, she mixed another dose of emotion numbing potion and sat by the fire, waiting for the clock to strike eleven.
At eleven exactly, her husband's valet knocked on the door again. She unlocked and opened it.
"It's time milady, the carriage is at the door."
Narcissa nodded her head, fetched the bag, and pulled the cook's plain hooded cloak on to conceal her identity. Her housemaid was nowhere to be found, and Lucius did not emerge from his study to bid her good luck. She shut and locked the door to her chambers behind her, and followed the valet downstairs to the carriage. After helping her up and into the seat, the groundskeeper climbed up onto the driver's seat, and with a flick of his wand, the carriage disapparated away into the cold December night.
With a loud crack, the carriage apparated to a dimly lit alleyway a few doors down from the tailor shop. Hidden in the shadows, the dark carriage was invisible to casual passers by. The groundskeeper climbed down from the driver's seat, and helped Narcissa from the carriage. She pulled the hood up to conceal her face, and pulled the cloak tightly against her body before heading to the tailor shop.
At the door, she pulled the piece of parchment from her pocket, and reviewed the unlocking charm. Inside the shop, she quickly locked the door behind her and cast the anti-appariton wards. She looked around in the dim light to get her bearings. The little stairway to the upstairs apartment was located in the back room. Silently, she crept across the floor, past the empty owl perch, into the back room. Once upstairs, she lit a fire in the fireplace, and located the different rooms of the above-store flat.
She dropped the bag on the bed, and spent several minutes taking in the sight of Mira's living quarters. Narcissa decided that merchant living quarters were slightly better than servants' quarters, but found the flat to be small and poorly decorated. Aside from an age-worn wardrobe and a shabby Persian rug, there were no furnishings of real quality to be found. A utilitarian brass bed with simple tubular head and footboard took up easily a third of the small bedchamber. The one window was situated awkwardly towards the end of a wall, and the door to the small bathroom was propped open by a scuffed wicker hamper.
Narcissa decided to go ahead and change into the stolen clothes, in preparation for her transformation. She emptied Mira's things from the bag, and hung the cloak on the outside of the wardrobe. She undressed and packed her own clothes, shoes, and rings away in the bag. She put on Mira's robe and set the potion bottle and vial of hair on the side of the small sink basin in the bathroom. Gathering the folds of fabric on the oversized robe up so that she wouldn't trip on the hem, she went into the little kitchen to find a goblet or glass to drink the potion from. While rummaging around in Mira's cabinets, she spotted the bottle of chocolate mead. Wondering how a person of a lower class could afford such a delicacy, she poured a full goblet of it to help get the taste of polyjuice potion out of her mouth after the transformation.
Narcissa sat on the little sofa and watched the flames in the fireplace, losing herself in thought. Even with the emotion-dulling potion, she couldn't help but think about why she had decided to participate in this plan. She also reflected on her choice of partners. Why did she choose him? Why had she allowed her husband to take the plan in this particular direction? There could have been other ways to achieve the same end. Lucius was quite adept with the Imperius curse; why go through this whole deceptive ruse? Was it really about revenge on a woman she hardly knew? Or was it something else?
Hatred, burning as hot as the flames in the fireplace, was her motivation. This was a way to hurt three people for whom she harbored malice in her heart. She hated her husband most of all, and knew that by doing this, she would be twisting two daggers into his heart. Reminding him that he was no longer able to give her a child, and offering herself to one of his most despised rivals. The amount of hatred she harbored in her heart for her first lover surprised her. She finally realized that she hated him because for better or worse, he found a way out and created a new life for himself. He was released from the burdens of a highborn family, and had found a way to slip out of the bonds, which tied him to the Dark Lord. And the woman, well she was merely caught in the middle of it all. Nonetheless, Narcissa despised her for her freedom. Freedom to call the shots in her own life. Freedom to choose whom she would love. Narcissa's hatred for Mira was based in jealousy. Based on the fact that somebody she felt was so far beneath her could have so many of the things which she, herself, could not buy or command.
The clock on the wall read ten minutes to midnight. Narcissa picked up the goblets from the tea table and went back towards the bedchamber. She took the potion bottle, vial, and empty goblet into the bathroom; where she prepared a dose of the potion and drank it down. After the initial wave of nausea, she sat on the edge of the bathtub, awaiting the transformation. Transformation complete, she rinsed out the goblet and hid it, the bottle of potion, and the vial of hairs in the wastebasket just in case she needed to retreat to the bathroom for a renewal dose. Making an effort not to look into the mirror above the sink, Narcissa went back to the bedroom and finished dressing. She slipped on the slippers and hastily pulled her hair back with the black elastic band. She finished up by tying the voice altering charm against her throat. Before lowering the apparation blocking wards, she took a long look in the wardrobe mirror. The clock in the sitting room struck midnight. It was time.
She pulled her wand out of the bag of her own clothes, and performed the spell to drop the apparition wards. She hastily stashed the wand away, and took a large drink of the chocolate mead to help calm her nerves and kill the taste of polyjuice potion that lingered in her mouth. Five minutes passed, and she started to feel as if maybe he was not going to show up. Maybe she would be able to get out of it after all. As she took another large drink of the wine, she heard a popping noise behind her in the sitting room.
Narcissa gasped and turned around quickly, sloshing some of the wine out of the goblet and down her chin. Professor Snape had apparated into the sitting room, and was shaking snow out of his heavy cloak.
"I apologize for being a few minutes late. But I had to escort a pair of students back to their house dormitories. They were under the impression that because it's the holidays, curfew has been relaxed. They claimed to be merely out for a walk, but I'm sure they were up to no good. They were Gryffindors, so of course McGonagall just sent them to bed with a warning."
He hung his cloak and robe on the pegs by the fire, and walked across the room to Narcissa, who was standing in the doorway of the bedroom with the goblet of wine in her right hand, hidden behind her skirt. He took her into his arms and gave her a kiss. She pulled away and watched him tilt his head slightly to the side and lick his lips.
"You've been into the chocolate mead again, haven't you?"
She nodded her head and handed him the goblet. He drank down what was left and set it on a small table next to the door.
" I regret that I couldn't get away for longer, I'm really not supposed to leave the school grounds the nights I walk patrols. But, what Dumbledore doesn't know won't hurt him. I have to walk another patrol at one, so I'll need to be leaving a little bit before then to walk from the front gates to the school."
"That's okay, I didn't expect you to be able to stay for more than a half hour or so."
The professor walked over to the sofa and sat down. He beckoned for her to join him.
"Are you coming down with a cold? You sound a little hoarse. Should I have Pomfrey owl you over a cold tonic when I go back to the school?"
"Uh, um. No. No, I'm fine. Just spent too much time out in the cold today, my throat's a little raw."
He took her by the hand, and pulled her down onto his lap. Nervously, she leaned over against his chest, and tucked her knees up against his side
"Did you enjoy your day? Or did those two brats drive you up the wall?"
"Oh. Well, it wasn't so bad. We went shopping."
He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face, and tucked it behind her ear, Narcissa tensed at his touch.
"Did you get that necklace while you were out?"
Narcissa's hand flew up to her throat, and the voice altering charm.
"Oh. Yes. I forgot I had it on. I got it today at one of the shops in London."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"You smell particularly sweet tonight, is that new perfume?"
"Oh, yes, I bought it in London too."
"It reminds me of something. I can't quite figure out what though."
He leaned in for another sniff of the perfume and kissed her on her throat. She let out a little gasp and stiffened in his arms.
"You taste sweet too."
"What? Oh, sorry. You see; I spilled a little bit of the wine on myself. You startled me when you apparated into the room."
"I'm not complaining, it's rather like icing on the cake."
He kissed along the trail of spilled wine, down her throat, and across the top of her chest to the neckline of her robe. When he started to undo the buttons on the robe, Narcissa skittishly jumped off of his lap and took a few steps backwards from the sofa. Professor Snape rose and quickly crossed the floor towards her, as she continued to back away from him, into the bedroom.
"I haven't forgotten the effect chocolate mead has on you. No need to be coy with me. Besides, we don't have any time to spare."
In three quick steps, he was across the room and on her. He grasped her shoulders and backed her the rest of the way into the bedroom. He pulled her towards him and kissed her hungrily on the mouth while fumbling with the elastic band in her hair. He struggled to unbutton his tunic jacket with one hand while using the other to pull her head back by her hair, so that he could gain better access to her throat. Narcissa gasped in fear and excitement as he bit down teasingly on the tender skin below her chin. He pushed her back onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. He unbuttoned her robe to the waist, and pushed it open off of her shoulders. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as he ran his hands over her body, gently squeezing her breasts and pressing them together. It felt good. Despite herself, she was becoming quite aroused and enjoyed the new sensations that this strange body was causing her to feel.
He kneeled back on his heels and pulled her slippers off of her feet, and tossed them into the corner. He reached under her skirt and pushed it up around her waist. Realizing that she was wearing nothing at all under her robe, he hastily unbuttoned his trousers and fell upon her, pushing her knees back, and kissing her on the mouth and neck. Her body stiffened and she cried out in surprise as he entered her and started to make love slowly but powerfully. He raised his face from her neck and whispered in her ear.
"I'm not hurting you am I?"
"Uh-uh."
He lowered his face back to the crook of her neck, and she felt his warm breath against her skin. "Merlin, but it felt good!" She thought to herself.
Narcissa looked past his shoulder and spotted a faint glowing coming from up in the top of the curtains. She gasped again, in shock, over what it was. Lucius was watching them with his far-seeing crystal. Strangely, she found that she didn't particularly care. Whether it was a combination of the wine and potions she had taken that night, or just a sense of complete apathy, she no longer cared about his perversions. "A show he wants, a show he shall get!" She thought to herself, as she shed her inhibitions and threw herself completely into her role as deceiver. Narcissa started to make love back, with abandon, as she had never allowed herself to do with her husband.
The start of her climax caught her off guard. It had been so long since she actually experienced it, that at first she was afraid that something had gone wrong with the potion. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt his breathing change tempo to shallow rapid gasps as he followed behind. He collapsed onto her chest, panting heavily into her ear.
She lay beneath him for some time, absentmindedly running her fingers through his long hair. She wondered if after it was all said and done, and when she assumed her role as queen mother of the wizarding world, would she be able to seduce him back to the Dark Lord, and make him her consort?
He shifted his weight off of her and purred into her ear. "Bloody Hell Mira, that was good. That chocolate mead has a most pleasant effect on you."
Narcissa looked out the door of the bedroom into the sitting room and saw the clock on the wall. It read twenty to one. She had ten minutes before the potion would wear off. She slid out from under the professor's arm and fetched his cloak and robe from the sitting room.
"I hate to be so abrupt, but you've been here almost an hour, and I'd hate to get you into trouble with the headmaster on my account."
He pulled his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time. "Damn!"
He stood up and quickly buttoned his trousers and over-tunic. Narcissa handed him his robe, and then his heavy woolen cloak. He pulled her close and gave her a lingering kiss.
"You know you're more to me than just a lover, don't you Mira?"
Uncomfortably, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and looked down at the floor. He tilted her chin upwards to look her in the eyes.
"I love you Mira, and I know I don't tell you as often as I should. I just want you to know that you're everything to me."
He kissed her again and smiled at her. Narcissa tried not to let the shock show on her face; she had never, ever seen anything but a sarcastic sneering smirk cross his face before that moment. He went into the sitting room and straightened out his cloak and prepared to disapparate.
"Owl me when you get home from your cousin's house on New Year's Day."
He lifted the hood of his cloak and with a popping noise he disapparated from the sitting room. Narcissa ran to the far side of the bed and snatched her wand out of the bag of her clothes. She cast the anti- apparition wards to make sure that for whatever reason, he didn't return as she reverted to her normal appearance. She felt the strange sensation of shrinking down into herself, and sat on the edge of the bed until it passed. She quickly pulled Mira's robe off and tossed it into the hamper. She placed the slippers in the wardrobe, and dressed in her own clothes. Before leaving, she packed away the potion bottle and vial of hair in her bag, and rinsed and replaced the two goblets from where she had found them. She quickly straightened the bed linens, and took one last look around the room to make sure that nothing was out of place. Before leaving the bedroom, she turned and stared in the direction of the far-seeing crystal and laughed a hearty, wicked laugh.
Narcissa pulled the cloak on, and raised the hood. She picked up her wand and the bag and headed down the stairs into the tailor shop. She paused inside the door, to make sure the streets were deserted. Quietly, she slipped out the front door, and re-locked it with a charm. She returned to the alley where the carriage was parked and knocked on the door. The groundskeeper emerged, took her bag, and helped her up to her seat. He shut the door, and disapparated the carriage back to the Malfoy estate.
Once she arrived home, Narcissa quickly climbed the stairs to her chambers and locked herself in. She drew her own bath and soaked in the warmth, still in a daze from what she had done. Even with the fertility-enhancing potion, it would be twenty- four hours before a pregnancy detection spell could be performed. But, as she drifted off to sleep after her bath, she felt the faint cramping sensation of new life taking hold within her.