Narcissa daintily sipped at her champagne. The conversation of the old days and how things would be different if the great Lord Voldemort had been victorious had become stale; just like the conversation of drape designs and dress patterns had an hour ago.
She rolled her eyes as Priscilla Elmwood went on about the influx of half-bloods being born.
"Such a disgrace to have the mudbloods running around unchecked breeding all over the place," Priscilla had the nerve to look affronted, "do you know that one of those mudblood boys had the nerve to ask Calista out on a date." She turned up her nose in disgust. Narcissa inwardly sighed before she drained her glass. The evening wasn't even halfway over and she would need something stronger if she was to endure the rest of the night.
She still had dinner to get through. She squirmed slightly the pressure of the corset against her sore ribs was just as irritating as Priscilla.
She excused herself from the group and went to the bar. She ordered a glass of firewhiskey and was about to toss it back before her eyes landed on Lucius. He looked scandalized; as if she was dancing half naked on the table. She put the glass on the bar leaving the brown liquid untouched and grabbed a flute of champagne instead.
She forgot she was on duty. As the wife of Lucius Malfoy, the mistress of Malfoy Manor and the mother of the only heir to that great, ancient and noble house she was required to maintain the proper etiquette and decorum at all time.
She looked over to see the rage burning on her husband's face. Narcissa knew what would follow once he got her home and away from the watchful eyes of pureblood high society. Mentally she began coming up with an excuses to tell the editor of Witch Weekly as to why she would have to cancel her interview.
Narcissa sighed, straightened her shoulders and made her way back to the group of women she had come to loathe.
She moaned louder as she arched her back and clutched her inner muscles tighter as she rode the young man beneath her.
He gripped her tiny waist as he lifted his hips slightly changing the angle and answering each thrust of Narcissa's hips with one of his own.
"Good boy," she moaned as she quickened the pace. She was at the peak of her orgasm.
Harry could tell she was on the verge of her release and decided to flip her over on her back. He pulled her legs up to her chest allowing him full access to her tight heat. He was near the edge as well and with one finally rotation of his hips he felt her inner walls clutch him in a vice grip and watch as her delicate lips parted and her eyes rolled back. His own climax followed immediately after hers once he had confirmation that she had gotten what she needed.
He rolled off her bringing her with him so that she lay on his chest.
The two laid there listening to the each other's breathing wondering when they would get a chance to steal another moment.
Narcissa was the first to break the silence.
"I have to leave, Harry," she said but making no move to leave.
"I know, I should have left 30 minutes ago," Harry said placing a kiss on the top of her head.
She sighed sitting up not bothering to cover her naked form. She took in a breathe; it was nice to finally breath again.
Harry sat up as well and stared at her back taking note of the deep plum bruising on her lower left side. He knew to say nothing. The last time he mentioned her black eye she didn't see him for a month. That month had been difficult, unbearable. He didn't know if he could survive another stint without her presence.
She rose and put on her clothes watching him watch her as she did so.
Once she finished she continued to stare at him for a moment. Several emotions hit her and she wanted to stay in this boy's, no this man's arms and let him be everything she needed everything she desired from Lucius but did not receive.
She parted her lips to tell him that for a year he had been her saving grace; that being here during whatever moment they could steal allowed her to breathe. Their encounters were the substance she required to keep living. After she had had her fix she could go back to Malfoy Manor and continue to be plastic, she now had renewed energy to keep the façade going.
Instead she spoke a soft 'have a good afternoon' and hurried from the room and into the elevator. She entered the lobby hurriedly and only stopped once she felt the cool October air on her face. She slowed her pace and turned down an abandon alley. Narcissa pulled out her wand and apparated back to her prison of twenty four years.
In the foyer of Malfoy Manor she straightened her spine pulling her shoulders back; after being with him it hurt a little less being perfect.