366 prompt: Awaken

Ultimate Battle - Single Accessory x2

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Care of Magical Creatures - Write about something lurking in the shadows. Prompt: invisible.

Forbidden

Narcissa/Fenrir

Narcissa moved quickly, her sights set on the forest. It was off limits - forbidden, but that word meant nothing to a Black.

Forbidden wasn't a word that the Black family cared about, especially when it came to inter-marrying, or bedding close family members. The Blacks didn't care at all.

The dark forest upon her, she shivered slightly at the feel of hundreds of eyes on her skin, but wrapped herself up in the red cloak all the same. She had charmed it that colour, another step in the game, one that she knew he would enjoy.

She passed the protective trees, slipping into the darkness, already sensing his presence around her, though he remained invisible. She fixed her hair, before pulling the hood up.

It was moments before a figure blocked her path, and her heart skipped. "And where might you be going?"

Narcissa's eyes widened at the sight of him, with his matted hair and the sharp edges of his teeth. There were no prim and proper clothes, of the likes she saw on Lucius Malfoy.

This man could tear her apart in seconds.

"I'm just trying to make my way through the woods," she whispered, her voice sounding younger than her eighteen years.

His grin became more feral. "And might you need an escort? Someone to guide you - to make sure you reach your destination?"

"Someone to ensure my safety?"

A low growl sounded in his throat. "Eventually."

"I'm sorry, but I must get going," Narcissa murmured, already edging away, wanting to put the distance between her and the Werewolf.

His hungry eyes followed her as she slipped through the trees and into the dark.

Narcissa moved quickly, not even sure what direction she was going, all she knew was that he was following her, enjoying her fear as she ventured into the unknown. There were all manner of creatures in the forest, and she could happen upon something more deadly than a Werewolf. She briefly wondered if Fenrir would save her, or if she was just one of his games. Just a form of entertainment.

She barely hid her scream as fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back.

"Surely an innocent girl as yourself wouldn't want to walk into that Acromantula's nest?"

"You… saved me?" she whispered. "I offer you a reward."

She hoped the game was over, but his eyes darted north. "In that case, I suggest you run, and trust me, I will catch you."

She shivered at the warning, knowing it would take only minutes for him to catch her - and that was if she was actually trying to get away.

But there was something about the feral Werewolf; something that he had awoken inside her, that made her want him to catch her, drag the clothes from her body on the dirty forest floor, and treat her in a manner she would never see from a Pureblood.

She had offered him anything after all, and he always took the promise to heart.

500 Words

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