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"I hate that you're getting married!" Bellatrix snarled at her little sister. Narcissa looked down, tears filling her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Bella," she whispered. "I don't want to! I never did! Mother and Father made me, just like they made you, and I can't get out of it and you know I love you, but–"
Bellatrix pressed her hand over Narcissa's mouth.
"Don't say anything more," she whispered. "You'll only make it worse. I know there's nothing to be done. Just let me enjoy you one more time…"
Narcissa did not protest as her sister's lips brushed against her throat and her body pushed hers down onto the bed. She did not protest as Bellatrix had her way with her. She thought that she wasn't protesting because she loved her sister.
But, then, the next night she didn't protest for Lucius Malfoy, so maybe that wasn't it at all.