They'd just left Lucretia, the posh, new restaurant that had recently been opened in Diagon Alley, their stomachs heavy with rich pastries and fine wine. They'd been celebrating Lucius' graduation from Hogwarts, and following dinner, he'd suggested they go for a stroll, linking her arm through his and leading the way—to where, he wasn't quite sure.
Before he'd realized it, he was steering them in the direction of the entrance to Knockturn Alley, an area he frequented often, but, undoubtedly, was not one that Narcissa did. He wondered briefly if she had even ever been there, peered down the dark alley that served as the entrance, and he voiced his query.
She hadn't, of course, and her parents had constantly warned here to stay away, but the danger excited her, thrilled her, and her breathing quickened, her heart fluttering.
As they had walked down a street just slightly darker than the others, nearing the alley, Narcissa's arm was, quite suddenly, wrenched from Lucius' and she let out a scream as she was dragged into a shadowy passageway, forcing her captor to roughly cover her mouth with his grimy hand.
Now, Lucius whips around, his eyes searching frantically for Narcissa, spotting the obscure passage when he hears Narcissa let out another shriek. He darts into the darkness, wand clenched in his hand, long fingers gripping it so tightly the wood creaks threateningly. His eyes adjust to the light, or lack thereof, and he sees Narcissa, his Narcissa, pinned to the wall by a man twice her size, one of his meaty hands wrapped around her neck, as his other one pulls back in a fist.
Lucius' curse hits the man right as the man's fist connects with Narcissa's face, her body going limp as his falls to the ground, his eyes still open, but unseeing. Lucius is at her side in seconds, lifting her to her feet, and leaning all her weight on him.
He's almost blind with rage, his jaw clenched, teeth grinding, and he kicks at the body lying at his feet, gashes shallow and deep marring the skin. Lucius resembles a bull, his nostrils flaring and his chest heaving, but when he looks down at Narcissa, he deflates a bit, his steely eyes softening in a way that's only reserved for her.
Seeing the bruise that's beginning to bloom on Narcissa's right cheek, and the split in her lip, Lucius is filled with the overwhelming need to protect Narcissa, never let anyone hurt her again.
Narcissa, filled with gratitude, disregards the dank alley—the musty, dirty smell, the darkness that continues to steal over them—and ignores the body laying just a few feet away from them, blood pooling and becoming tacky, pushes back all memory of what just occurred, choosing to focus on Lucius.
His willingness to kill for her sends chills coursing down her spine and she presses Lucius against the rough, brick wall, her eyes pooled with lust, and her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
Lucius' arms crush her body to his, lifting her to her toes and their lips crash together in a passionate frenzy, teeth biting and tongues licking.
Narcissa's thigh is hiked up around Lucius' hip and the hand on the small of her back is grinding her against him and, what a naughty girl, Lucius thinks because she's so wet he can feel her practically soaking through her panties.
Their fucking is frantic and messy, but neither cares much about execution at the moment, as long as the end result is no less than phenomenal.
And, of course it's fantastic, because they're Lucius and Narcissa—Hogwarts' finest couple—and it doesn't help that Lucius is even more turned on by the fact that Narcissa is into this; fuck the corpse, as long as she gets to fuck him.
A/N: I am SO sorry that it took so long for me to write and upload this. I've been writing a lot for another fandom and I got caught up in another chaptered fic that I'm working on, but here's the new chapter, finally. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! :-)
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, I don't claim anything as my own.