Challenge: based off of Screaming Faeries 30 Disney song lyrics challenge!
Disclaimer - JK ROWLING IS LOVE. JK ROWLING IS LIFE. I'm just going to borrow the lovely universe she has chosen to create.
Ratings - I'd say this is for a more mature audience, use your discretion, if something makes you uncomfortable feel free to put down the story or message me if needed! Sex. Drugs. Rock n' Roll…. Also some minor violent scenes.
I also don't have a beta….. I'm bad with fish.
ALSO instead of saying the same thing for every chapter, can we assume Bellatrix is alive because bloody Molly Weasley would never be able to follow through with an unforgivable. Lame.
Chapter 2 - "They dote and swoon and fawn on a lady who's withdrawn, it's she who holds her tongue who gets her man."
The woman had been utterly relentless, prodding not only Hermione, but also Narcissa with clever insults and annoyingly witty remarks throughout the entire dinner. "Sooooooo Muddy. I've got a question for you."
Hermione glared at Bellatrix from her seat at the massive table, "Bloody hell, what do you want?"
"MERLIN HERMIONE I WANT TO FUCK YOU." The single phrase hung in the air for a total of four seconds. Nobody quite sure why it was Narcissa who had responed.
Then Narcissa gasped. She threw her hands over her mouth, absolutely aghast at the confession that had been thrown into the air. She looked over at her two sisters, Andromeda looked like she was about to strangle Narcissa, her hands curled into tense fists, lips pursed into a thin line. The eldest Black sister just grinned gleefully on the other hand, letting out a chuckle and she drummed her fingers against her own wine glass- THAT PUREBLOOD BITCH, SHE SPIKED THE WINE!
The blonde witch forced herself to look directly at Hermione, whose jaw had dropped in disbelief. The fork she had been using clattered against the table. Her doe eyes widened almost comically, "Pardon?"
"You heard me Granger." As Hermione's face reddened, Narcissa turned away as fast as she could.
Bellatrix however, had caught her youngest sister's eyes and right before the accusations could fly her way. She licked her lips and she prompted her some more, "Come again Cissy, what exactly do you want to do?"
The blonde looked down at her lap, then up at the ceiling anywhere but- "I want to curl my fingers inside her body until she's writhing in my sheets-"
Bellatrix was howling at this point, slapping her hand dramatically on the marble dining table. Andromeda literally threw her dinner roll at the eldest witch's face. Narcissa on the other hand was forced to continue absolutely mortified.
"I want to taste her. Make her scream-" She was nearly in tears at this point. Narcissa's normally stone-cold face was cherry red with embarrassment, attempting to block out the rest of inner thoughts from being thrown out into the open. If only Hermione couldn't understand what she was-
"- Je veux te plaire! Je te veux. Vous, ma chérie." Narcissa covered her ears with her hands, trying her hardest to block out the voices around her.
Bellatrix wasn't ready to stop her fun just quite yet, she let out a delighted shriek. "How long have you wanted this Cissy?"
"Bellatrix. Quit it." Andromeda ground out firmly, but Narcissa was compelled to answer.
"Since I first saw her when I went with Draco to the Quidditch Cup."
Bellatrix clapped her hands, wildly smiling, "Muddykins wasn't even a woman then! That was Draco's fourth year!"
Hermione remained stunned, trying to process the words coming out of Narcissa's mouth, along with the pang to run over to the blonde witch and wipe the tears from her perfect cheeks, she was about to follow her second instinct until-
"Do you love her?" Bellatrix's glare was deadly, like a panther moving in for the kill.
Narcissa bit her lip and threw her head back, Oh Merlin, no no no… please no. "Hermione I-"
"THAT'S BLOODY WELL ENOUGH!" Andromeda had stood up and took the moment to shoot a full body-binding curse at the eldest Black- who was too busy keeling over from her sick hysterics mind whatsoever. "Levicorpus!" Bella's still laughing body was suspended in the air. Andromeda shot one final glare at her youngest sister before guiding the body out of the dining hall and shutting the doors behind her with a deafening bang.
The two remaining women stared at the doors in disbelief. Narcissa then sucked in a breath of air and kept her head firmly facing down. The heat that had coloured her cheeks remained, the tears left her skin feeling raw, she took another deep breath. She felt stupid, so stupid, how could Bellatrix do that… she was supposed to be on her side… She gasped for another breath of air, then begin to panic as the need for air became too much to handle. Narcissa pushed back her chair and tried to suck in more air, the only prevalent thought being, I've lived through two wars and this is seriously how I'm going to die? Of embarrassment?
She had completely forgotten that Hermione was in the room still until the younger witch was by her side, placing her own hands on top of Narcissa's, "Breathe. Do it with me now. C'mon."
Narcissa couldn't look at Hermione in the eye, but she managed to follow through and bring her breathing back to a steady rhythm. When the gentle hands around her own let go, she internally mourned the loss of contact. Hermione's going to leave me.
While Narcissa sat still, stuck in her own thoughts, Hermione stood up and stacked the forgotten dinner plates with a swish of her wand. She picked them up and carried them to the kitchen, walking through the already opened doors. As she charmed them to clean themselves, something caught her eye. Beside the bottle of red wine that rested on the black countertop, there was a small, half-filled vial. She took a step closer and picked up the vial. There was an almost illegible scrawl on the side of the bottle, Holy Merlin… Veratisium. Bellatrix spiked her Narcissa's wine… but why? Hermione let out a bitter chuckle as she exclaimed to herself, "It's Bellatrix, she doesn't need a reason."
Hermione returned to the dining room once more. Narcissa remained in the same position as Hermione had left her in. The younger witch took a moment to look at the blonde who remained head down. Narcissa was goddess-like, there was no denying it. The woman was the epitome of poise. She was grace, elegance, power, and strength in ways that Hermione hadn't seen the likes of before. This was also the reason Hermione had spent so much time avoiding the blonde witch. For every hidden confession the woman was forced to make, Hermione paralleled them precisely. She hadn't ever fancied a woman until she first saw Narcissa back at the Quidditch World Cup in her fourth year, and it opened her eyes to a completely new part of her. Ever since she had moved into the mansion after the war, the older witch had been nothing short of a gracious host, although as things began to settle over the past two months, sexual tensions flew high between her and the blonde. Hermione had laughed at herself, she had dismissed the thoughts as being unrequited, but apparently that wasn't the case… Merlin what if this is all some trick. But she was crying earlier.. Why would she be crying? What if I just… oh fuck it.
The younger woman walked over to Narcissa and hesitantly placed her hand on the witch's back. "Narcissa…"
The blonde felt herself tense up quickly under Hermione's touch. She wanted to look up, she wanted to reach up and feel her, she just… can't do it. Narcissa felt Hermione's hands shift as they made their way to her shoulder blades. An involuntary shiver made it's way up her spine. Suddenly she felt hot breath on the back of her neck as Hermione's hands squeezed her shoulders.
Hermione's thin fingers massaged Narcissa's shoulders as she whispered, "Now , in case you weren't aware, je parle francais. I wasn't aware you were fluent, but what else should I have expected from a lady as eloquent as yourself." At this, Narcissa sat up straighter. "Ah… êtes-vous éloquent?"
The blonde tilted her head slightly, is this really happening- her own thoughts were interrupted by another hiss of air down her neck, well in that case…
Narcissa turned her head to meet Hermione's gaze, and the younger witch brought her fingers to rest against the blonde's jaw. Blue eyes met fully blown pupils as Hermione brought her face barely an inch away from Narcissa's face. "There she is… je te veux, ma chérie-"
Narcissa cut off the brunette by pressing their lips together. They met for a soft kiss, it was delicate, gentle, and pulled at something within Narcissa's chest. Their lips softly moved against each other, begging for more until- Narcissa ended the kiss.
Hermione looked like she was about to say something, but the blonde pulled the girl onto her lap and crashed their lips together again. This time the kiss was passionate, tugging at something much lower than the blonde's chest. She pulled at Hermione's bottom lip with her teeth and the brunette elicited a moan so guttural and desperate in want that Narcissa's eyes nearly rolled back into her head. She grew dominant with each kiss, the soft whimpers escaping Hermione's lips only spurring her onwards.
Narcissa tucked the brunette's hair behind her shoulder and sucked on her clavicle. Hermione's hips bucked against her own body- "Wait!" The younger witch called out, gasping for breath as she sat upright.
Fear instantly filled Narcissa's mind, oh no… "Hermione, I'm so-"
"Don't," The younger witch pulled out a small flask from within her own robes, and motioned to the word Veratisium before consuming the remaining liquid in the bottle.
Narcissa just watched her in disbelief, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just.." Hermione made a face at the bitter tasting liquid, "I want to make sure we're on the same page. You were forced to tell me your secrets, I want you to learn mine."
Narcissa stared at the woman in front of her in disbelief, "Oh Granger,I won't force you to tell me your secrets."
Hermione grinned, "I know- it's why I took the potion."
At that moment, Narcissa Black knew she was, as eloquently as one could put it, so screwed. She reached for her wand and aparated them into her personal chambers, graciously depositing Hermione straight onto the emerald covered bed. The youngest Black then turned to face the girl fully. She began to trail her hands up her own torso, until she reached the clasps of her robes. Within seconds she stood, completely bare, in front of the younger witch, whose doe eyes hungrily traced each inch of her skin.
Narcissa coyly walked over to the bed, stopping once she reached the edge. "Hermione, do you like this?"
The younger witch licked her own lips in anticipation, "I do."
"For how long?"
"Since the Quidditch cup, when I first saw you." This only spurred the blonde further.
"Would you like me to touch you?" Narcissa carefully made her way so she was kneeling on the bed.
Hermione let out a strangled moan, "Please-"
Narcissa cut her off quite efficiantly by crashing their lips together once again. They had both been longing for this moment for the longest time, and finally Narcissa started to undo the clasps of Hermione 's robes. When they were just two bodies, melting into each other's curves perfectly, Hermione trailed her hands up Narcissa's torso, and began tracing circles around the woman's hardened nipples.
Narcissa had other ideas however, and flipped them so she was stradling the petite form beneath her. She kissed across Hermione's collarbone, leaving faint love bites along the way, while her hands grasped the girl's full breasts, massaging them underneath her palms. Each moan added to the first that was burning in her lower stomach, and Narcissa reached down to take a pink, swollen nipple into her own mouth. As she rolled her tongue around it, Hermione's hips bucked up against her.
Strong hands gripped Narcissa's ass, prompting her to place her thigh between Hermione's very possessively. As she returned the same ministrations to the other breast, Hermione's hips buckled once more, her wet core grinding along the blonde's thigh.
"Cissa…" The younger girl was panting, her pupils fully blown with desire and want.
The older with moved her thigh from between the brunette's leg and began to trail soft kisses down her stomach. She paused overtop of Hermione's core covered in soft curls, "Open you eyes love."
As the brunette heeded her command, Narcissa ran her tongue along the girl's sex. The taste nearly sent her over the edge as found Hermione's clit. The girl beneath her bucked in sheer ecstacy as the blonde sucked on her clit. Three long fingers entered Hermione's sex all at once, thrusting repeatedly until Narcissa sucked on Hermione's clit one more time and sent her tumbling far over the edge.
As the brunette came down from her high, she gazed over at Narcissa with an adorably tired expression. The blonde tucked a stray strand of hair behind Hermione's ear and spoke softly, "We'll save round two for the morning."
With a murmur of contentment, the brunette let her eyes droop and buried her head into the blonde's shoulder. Moments passed by before the girl was asleep, and Narcissa lay with her, mesmorized by how peaceful the witch looked until-
"I KNEW YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HER!"
Narcissa pulled the blanket to cover her lover's body and threw the closest pillow that wasn't being used at her sister's face, but Bellatrix dodged it and shut the door instead, still grinning like an idiot.
She wasn't the only one however, a certain blonde had an equally stupid grin on her face and chuckled as she heard her faint cackles in the hallways, all the while holding her person in her arms.
A/N - I would like to apologize for being away for so long! I entered a really toxic relationship and it kind of blew up from there, but I'm getting better now! Which means more stories and whatnot! Thank you so much to those of you who have reviewed, favourited, and subscribed! Love you! Also I'm not sure how to feel about this chapter- not all of them have sex involved, I just thought asshole Bella and Awkward Cissa would be a fun one.