Harry Potter: Lily/Narcissa
written for: me_rse
request: : Lily/any of the Black sisters. Sex. Hot sex. Or, possibly good plot. Either or.
rating R
pairing Lily/Narcissa
It was not that Lily had a bad opinion of herself. Not really. However, she prided herself on having an accurate opinion of herself; and she wasn’t in Narcissa’s class for looks. She knew it without a hint of jealousy: it was simple fact.
Tall, blonde, willowy Narcissa, who seemed only to have to gaze around to have the world fall at her feet. Or, if that didn’t work, she could just call on the back up of her terrifyingly ruthless and talented sister Bellatrix.
The boys crowded around her, but she stared them down with a mixture of pure-blood haughtiness and beautiful contempt. And, of course, Lily Evans was neither a boy nor a pure-blood. Anything but.
Lily was not sure that she actually liked Cissa. In fact, she was fairly sure that she disliked her intensely. But that had little to do with attraction - witness the Potter boy’s continual attempts to woo her, despite (she was sure) finding her more an annoyance than a suitable friend. Lily desired Narcissa with an urgency and desperation that was difficult and frustrating to contain.
When Bellatrix approached her, Lily’s hand tightened on the wand in the pocket of her robes. Six school years had taught her wariness of all Slytherins, but of Bellatrix above most others.
“What do you want?”
“My sister wants you.”
The hand that was clenched around her wand twitched.
“Which sister?”
Bella made a small noise of disdain.
“Really, Evans, you do need things spelling out. Do you really think I’d run errands for Andy-Pandy?”
Andromeda, the middle sister, was also the least regarded. Rumour had it (though Lily had yet to see proof) that she actually numbered Muggleborns amonst her friends. Certainly Bellatrix - Blackest of the Blacks - despised her.
“Narcissa, then,” said Lily coolly.
“Oh, a modicum of intelligence,” Bella mocked. “Yes, Cissy requires your presence, red-head, in the charms classroom. So why don’t you get on your way?”
“I’ll think about it;” and Lily strolled away, her hand never leaving her wan until she was safely out of Bellatrix’s hexing distance.
It was a lie, of course. If Narcissa wanted to see her, Lily would go. Curiosity as much as desire would send her. But she would not share her inclinations with Bella Black. Lily made, unhurriedly, for the classroom. There was no rush. Let Cissa wonder whether her summons would be answered: give her space for doubt. Pushing her auburn hair back into a semblance of order, Lily strolled into the charms room. No fool, her wand was out before her: to trust Bellatrix would be the act of an idiot. But sure enough, Narcissa - and Narcissa alone - was present, as icily beautiful as ever.
“Well?” demanded Lily, leaning back heavily against the classroom door. “Bellatrix said you wanted me.”
Pink lips curved in an amused smile.
“I do.”
“So?” Lily shrugged. “What can I do for you, Narcissa?”
Cissa’s head was tilted to one side, blue eyes resting on Lily with a contemplative air.
“Bella got the message just right, darling. I want you.”
“What?”
If the door hadn’t been shut fast behind her, Lily would have stepped back in shock. Had Narcissa really just said…?
“I want to have you.” Cissa was enjoying Lily’s shock. “I want to… how do you Muggles put it?… make love to you.”
Lily let the slur pass her by. Her so-called ‘dirty blood’ had been the butt of many taunts in her school career.
“Why?” Lily was always straight to the point.
It was Narcissa’s turn to shrug.
“Why not?”
“As you pointed out, I’m Muggledorn,” retorted Lily drily. “What would the family say?”
“Oh, but I’m engaged, darling.”
“As what?”
It was not Lily’s brightest moment. Narcissa rolled her eyes.
“To be married.”
“Married? But you’re still at school!”
“In my last term, dear. You know - or rather, I suppose you don’t - how these affaires are organised. I mustn’t sully myself in the outside world; merely I must be given away a chaste maiden to a man of appropriate bloodline.”
Lily bit back her first response - “But that’s feudal!” - and instead asked merely “Who?”
There was a slight curl of Cissa’s upper lip.
“Lucius Malfoy.”
“My God.”
“That’s certainly how he thinks of himself,” Narcissa agreed with cold sarcasm. “My desires in the matter are of little importance. We ‘suit’, you understand. We rich pure-bloods must gather together and not allow ourselves to be tainted by those beneath our notice.”
There was a thinly veiled anger in her voice. In this one thing, Cissa - otherwise petted, spoiled and pampered her entire life - had been given no choice. Her marriage had been arranged for her. And suddenly Lily understood. It was not despite, but because of her Muggle blood that Narcissa wanted her. A last fling at the establishment before she was safely and tactfully married to another pure-blood. Taking Lily Evans - not only Muggleborn but also female - as a lover was the perfect two fingered salute.
Lily’s own emotions were not considered. Narcissa might object to her family’s ruthless organisation of her life, but she was still moulded by their values. In Cissa’s eyes, Lily was a mudblood; her feelings irrelevant. Lily was surprised by how little she objected; she was, rather, amused by Cissa’s single-mindedness and cool selfishness. She never had liked her much, after all. But she would make love with her, certainly; for her own pleasure and for Narcissa’s, and one thing she was certain of was this: whether she wished to or not, it would be an encounter that Narcissa would always remember.
“I see.”
“Good.”
“So, do you mean - now? Here?”
Narcissa looked around with cool disparagement.
“Hardly, darling. It is not precisely the place for an… assignation.”
Lily raised her eyebrows.
“Perhaps not as it stands,” she agreed, “but - perhaps this is one of those strange ideas we Muggleborns have - being witches, I thought we could change the ambience.”
She flicked her wand, and the desks began to march neatly to each side of the room; again, and the teacher’s desk turned into a comfortable bed. With a final circling movement, she aimed at the door, and both girls heard the click as the door was magically locked. Narcissa looked as though she was somewhat impressed despite herself.
“I see.”
“The door is locked and Disillusioned,” Lily said matter-of-factly. “Most people will walk past it without noticing it is there; anyone who does see it and try to open it won’t be able to.”
“Very talented.” Narcissa was struggling to sound equally offhand. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”
Lily couldn’t help a wicked smile.
“I think that’s my concern, don’t you? Why don’t you come a bit closer, Cissa?”
Lily stepped forward, and Narcissa did the same, so that they were standing a mere pace from one another. Cissa was taller by some inches than Lily, and a year older in age; but Lily had never yet been over-awed by size or authority. It was she who closed the last remaining gap and pressed her lips to Narcissa’s in the lightest of delicate kisses.
“Was that in your plan?” she inquired.
Narcissa had one hand resting on Lily’s shoulder. The other she lifted to Lily’s face, tilting her head up so that she was looking full into her eyes.
“I believe it will suffice.”
It was a challenge. Lily could not help but rise to a challenge.
“And this?”
The lips were not so gentle now; the hand behind Cissa’s head curled determined fingers into her hair. There was a determination and a desire in Lily: this would, most likely, be her only experience with Narcissa and she had no intention of wasting it. Narcissa found herself close - very close - to Lily, their robes rustling as they rubbed against each other. Lily could smell the distinctive perfume that she associated with Cissa; a strangely light and delicate scent, like the first flowers of April. Narcissa had no need of love potions, Lily thought dreamily, when the very smell of her was such a heady aphrodisiac.
“That too;” but Narcissa’s voice was not quite so controlled now, as she used her wand to manouver the bed to where they were standing.
Lily found herself lying on the bed of her own making, in the arms of the girl about whom she had had so many erotic dreams in her dormitory bunk. There was something surreal about it all: an air of unreality hung over them both. Bella would never have passed on the message, Lily thought with amused hindsight, if she had known precisely what it was that her sister wanted with the mudblood Evans.
Narcissa’s wand was out again, and Lily found herself unclothed in a second. Cissa turned the wand on herself and performed the same spell, and Lily found that she was a little disappointed: the idea of undressing Cissa had been one of her favourite turn-ons for months. But she had no time to regret: Narcissa’s perfection of features was not restricted to her face alone, and Lily’s gaze was drawn down that beautiful body, from the white sloping shoulders, over the creamy curves of her breasts, to the triangle of surprisingly bronzy-blonde curls between her legs. Lily’s eyes lingered for a second before completing the journey down the elegant length of Narcissa’s legs and - even her feet were slim and well-proportioned.
Lily knew that she would dream about those feet, later: that she would imagine taking each straight toe into her mouth, sucking it deep inside; she would dream of tracing the instep with the very tip of her tongue until Narcissa clenched her toes tightly in unbearable ecstasy. Lily would have to dream, for there were some things she wouldn’t do, however much she wanted to. Kissing the feet of a pure-blood who despised her, however tempting, was something that Lily’s pride would not allow.
Instead, she bent her head to one of Cissa’s breasts, taking a glowing pink nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue back and forth across it. She felt Narcissa’s intake of breath; the slight arching of her back as Cissa tried to keep control, keep Lily (Lily thought, amused) in her subservient place, a place Lily had no intention of holding. Lily increased the pressure, biting gently - sucking - teasing - controlling. Her hands were around Narcissa’s back, holding her still and firm against her. She moved her mouth from one breast to the other, sucking at that one too, bringing one hand around to knead the tender flesh of Cissa’s breast and she nuzzled. Narcissa had been taken by surprise, it was true; but Lily knew well enough that if she had been dissatisfied with the situation, she would have taken steps to change it. Which meant… which meant that Narcissa was quite happy with what was going on. And that would be a thought to take to bed with her that evening.
The hand on Narcissa’s breast crept lower, smoothing over the delicate flat belly. As it inched its way downwards, Lily waited every second for the refusal; the indignant repulsion. She waited for something that never came. Her fingers were brushing over the nest of curls and still Cissa said nothing, though there was a slight hitch in her breathing every so often that suggested that she felt - something…
Lily stroked the insides of Narcissa’s thighs, her mouth still busy on her breasts. Narcissa lay beside her, her own hands seemingly idly running through Lily’s hair, over her shoulders. What, Lily wondered, did Cissa see that might compare with her own exquisiteness? All Lily could do was make her feel things that she’d never felt before; and Narcissa, her head leaning back on the pillows, her eyes slightly glazed with pleasure, appeared to be satisfied on that account.
Lily took one last look at her inhibitions and threw them out. This was no moment to worry about decorum and future regret. This was the time to give herself over to everything - to touching, to tasting, to smelling, to seeing Narcissa. Her mouth and hands were busy, and she had the satisfaction of seeing Narcissa writhe with pleasure under her gentle and not-so-gentle touches. Cissa’s pure-blood pride appeared to be forgotten, too, in this sensual assault: the softest of sighs were conveyed from her lips, and she was all encouragement, all desire, against Lily.
And Lily in turn felt Narcissa touch her, make her melt inside, so that they spiralled higher in their pleasure together…
No, indeed, Narcissa would not forget Lily Evans. Lily had made sure of that. And maybe - just maybe - next time James Potter asked her out, she’d say yes.
request: : Lily/any of the Black sisters. Sex. Hot sex. Or, possibly good plot. Either or.
rating R
pairing Lily/Narcissa
It was not that Lily had a bad opinion of herself. Not really. However, she prided herself on having an accurate opinion of herself; and she wasn’t in Narcissa’s class for looks. She knew it without a hint of jealousy: it was simple fact.
Tall, blonde, willowy Narcissa, who seemed only to have to gaze around to have the world fall at her feet. Or, if that didn’t work, she could just call on the back up of her terrifyingly ruthless and talented sister Bellatrix.
The boys crowded around her, but she stared them down with a mixture of pure-blood haughtiness and beautiful contempt. And, of course, Lily Evans was neither a boy nor a pure-blood. Anything but.
Lily was not sure that she actually liked Cissa. In fact, she was fairly sure that she disliked her intensely. But that had little to do with attraction - witness the Potter boy’s continual attempts to woo her, despite (she was sure) finding her more an annoyance than a suitable friend. Lily desired Narcissa with an urgency and desperation that was difficult and frustrating to contain.
When Bellatrix approached her, Lily’s hand tightened on the wand in the pocket of her robes. Six school years had taught her wariness of all Slytherins, but of Bellatrix above most others.
“What do you want?”
“My sister wants you.”
The hand that was clenched around her wand twitched.
“Which sister?”
Bella made a small noise of disdain.
“Really, Evans, you do need things spelling out. Do you really think I’d run errands for Andy-Pandy?”
Andromeda, the middle sister, was also the least regarded. Rumour had it (though Lily had yet to see proof) that she actually numbered Muggleborns amonst her friends. Certainly Bellatrix - Blackest of the Blacks - despised her.
“Narcissa, then,” said Lily coolly.
“Oh, a modicum of intelligence,” Bella mocked. “Yes, Cissy requires your presence, red-head, in the charms classroom. So why don’t you get on your way?”
“I’ll think about it;” and Lily strolled away, her hand never leaving her wan until she was safely out of Bellatrix’s hexing distance.
It was a lie, of course. If Narcissa wanted to see her, Lily would go. Curiosity as much as desire would send her. But she would not share her inclinations with Bella Black. Lily made, unhurriedly, for the classroom. There was no rush. Let Cissa wonder whether her summons would be answered: give her space for doubt. Pushing her auburn hair back into a semblance of order, Lily strolled into the charms room. No fool, her wand was out before her: to trust Bellatrix would be the act of an idiot. But sure enough, Narcissa - and Narcissa alone - was present, as icily beautiful as ever.
“Well?” demanded Lily, leaning back heavily against the classroom door. “Bellatrix said you wanted me.”
Pink lips curved in an amused smile.
“I do.”
“So?” Lily shrugged. “What can I do for you, Narcissa?”
Cissa’s head was tilted to one side, blue eyes resting on Lily with a contemplative air.
“Bella got the message just right, darling. I want you.”
“What?”
If the door hadn’t been shut fast behind her, Lily would have stepped back in shock. Had Narcissa really just said…?
“I want to have you.” Cissa was enjoying Lily’s shock. “I want to… how do you Muggles put it?… make love to you.”
Lily let the slur pass her by. Her so-called ‘dirty blood’ had been the butt of many taunts in her school career.
“Why?” Lily was always straight to the point.
It was Narcissa’s turn to shrug.
“Why not?”
“As you pointed out, I’m Muggledorn,” retorted Lily drily. “What would the family say?”
“Oh, but I’m engaged, darling.”
“As what?”
It was not Lily’s brightest moment. Narcissa rolled her eyes.
“To be married.”
“Married? But you’re still at school!”
“In my last term, dear. You know - or rather, I suppose you don’t - how these affaires are organised. I mustn’t sully myself in the outside world; merely I must be given away a chaste maiden to a man of appropriate bloodline.”
Lily bit back her first response - “But that’s feudal!” - and instead asked merely “Who?”
There was a slight curl of Cissa’s upper lip.
“Lucius Malfoy.”
“My God.”
“That’s certainly how he thinks of himself,” Narcissa agreed with cold sarcasm. “My desires in the matter are of little importance. We ‘suit’, you understand. We rich pure-bloods must gather together and not allow ourselves to be tainted by those beneath our notice.”
There was a thinly veiled anger in her voice. In this one thing, Cissa - otherwise petted, spoiled and pampered her entire life - had been given no choice. Her marriage had been arranged for her. And suddenly Lily understood. It was not despite, but because of her Muggle blood that Narcissa wanted her. A last fling at the establishment before she was safely and tactfully married to another pure-blood. Taking Lily Evans - not only Muggleborn but also female - as a lover was the perfect two fingered salute.
Lily’s own emotions were not considered. Narcissa might object to her family’s ruthless organisation of her life, but she was still moulded by their values. In Cissa’s eyes, Lily was a mudblood; her feelings irrelevant. Lily was surprised by how little she objected; she was, rather, amused by Cissa’s single-mindedness and cool selfishness. She never had liked her much, after all. But she would make love with her, certainly; for her own pleasure and for Narcissa’s, and one thing she was certain of was this: whether she wished to or not, it would be an encounter that Narcissa would always remember.
“I see.”
“Good.”
“So, do you mean - now? Here?”
Narcissa looked around with cool disparagement.
“Hardly, darling. It is not precisely the place for an… assignation.”
Lily raised her eyebrows.
“Perhaps not as it stands,” she agreed, “but - perhaps this is one of those strange ideas we Muggleborns have - being witches, I thought we could change the ambience.”
She flicked her wand, and the desks began to march neatly to each side of the room; again, and the teacher’s desk turned into a comfortable bed. With a final circling movement, she aimed at the door, and both girls heard the click as the door was magically locked. Narcissa looked as though she was somewhat impressed despite herself.
“I see.”
“The door is locked and Disillusioned,” Lily said matter-of-factly. “Most people will walk past it without noticing it is there; anyone who does see it and try to open it won’t be able to.”
“Very talented.” Narcissa was struggling to sound equally offhand. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”
Lily couldn’t help a wicked smile.
“I think that’s my concern, don’t you? Why don’t you come a bit closer, Cissa?”
Lily stepped forward, and Narcissa did the same, so that they were standing a mere pace from one another. Cissa was taller by some inches than Lily, and a year older in age; but Lily had never yet been over-awed by size or authority. It was she who closed the last remaining gap and pressed her lips to Narcissa’s in the lightest of delicate kisses.
“Was that in your plan?” she inquired.
Narcissa had one hand resting on Lily’s shoulder. The other she lifted to Lily’s face, tilting her head up so that she was looking full into her eyes.
“I believe it will suffice.”
It was a challenge. Lily could not help but rise to a challenge.
“And this?”
The lips were not so gentle now; the hand behind Cissa’s head curled determined fingers into her hair. There was a determination and a desire in Lily: this would, most likely, be her only experience with Narcissa and she had no intention of wasting it. Narcissa found herself close - very close - to Lily, their robes rustling as they rubbed against each other. Lily could smell the distinctive perfume that she associated with Cissa; a strangely light and delicate scent, like the first flowers of April. Narcissa had no need of love potions, Lily thought dreamily, when the very smell of her was such a heady aphrodisiac.
“That too;” but Narcissa’s voice was not quite so controlled now, as she used her wand to manouver the bed to where they were standing.
Lily found herself lying on the bed of her own making, in the arms of the girl about whom she had had so many erotic dreams in her dormitory bunk. There was something surreal about it all: an air of unreality hung over them both. Bella would never have passed on the message, Lily thought with amused hindsight, if she had known precisely what it was that her sister wanted with the mudblood Evans.
Narcissa’s wand was out again, and Lily found herself unclothed in a second. Cissa turned the wand on herself and performed the same spell, and Lily found that she was a little disappointed: the idea of undressing Cissa had been one of her favourite turn-ons for months. But she had no time to regret: Narcissa’s perfection of features was not restricted to her face alone, and Lily’s gaze was drawn down that beautiful body, from the white sloping shoulders, over the creamy curves of her breasts, to the triangle of surprisingly bronzy-blonde curls between her legs. Lily’s eyes lingered for a second before completing the journey down the elegant length of Narcissa’s legs and - even her feet were slim and well-proportioned.
Lily knew that she would dream about those feet, later: that she would imagine taking each straight toe into her mouth, sucking it deep inside; she would dream of tracing the instep with the very tip of her tongue until Narcissa clenched her toes tightly in unbearable ecstasy. Lily would have to dream, for there were some things she wouldn’t do, however much she wanted to. Kissing the feet of a pure-blood who despised her, however tempting, was something that Lily’s pride would not allow.
Instead, she bent her head to one of Cissa’s breasts, taking a glowing pink nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue back and forth across it. She felt Narcissa’s intake of breath; the slight arching of her back as Cissa tried to keep control, keep Lily (Lily thought, amused) in her subservient place, a place Lily had no intention of holding. Lily increased the pressure, biting gently - sucking - teasing - controlling. Her hands were around Narcissa’s back, holding her still and firm against her. She moved her mouth from one breast to the other, sucking at that one too, bringing one hand around to knead the tender flesh of Cissa’s breast and she nuzzled. Narcissa had been taken by surprise, it was true; but Lily knew well enough that if she had been dissatisfied with the situation, she would have taken steps to change it. Which meant… which meant that Narcissa was quite happy with what was going on. And that would be a thought to take to bed with her that evening.
The hand on Narcissa’s breast crept lower, smoothing over the delicate flat belly. As it inched its way downwards, Lily waited every second for the refusal; the indignant repulsion. She waited for something that never came. Her fingers were brushing over the nest of curls and still Cissa said nothing, though there was a slight hitch in her breathing every so often that suggested that she felt - something…
Lily stroked the insides of Narcissa’s thighs, her mouth still busy on her breasts. Narcissa lay beside her, her own hands seemingly idly running through Lily’s hair, over her shoulders. What, Lily wondered, did Cissa see that might compare with her own exquisiteness? All Lily could do was make her feel things that she’d never felt before; and Narcissa, her head leaning back on the pillows, her eyes slightly glazed with pleasure, appeared to be satisfied on that account.
Lily took one last look at her inhibitions and threw them out. This was no moment to worry about decorum and future regret. This was the time to give herself over to everything - to touching, to tasting, to smelling, to seeing Narcissa. Her mouth and hands were busy, and she had the satisfaction of seeing Narcissa writhe with pleasure under her gentle and not-so-gentle touches. Cissa’s pure-blood pride appeared to be forgotten, too, in this sensual assault: the softest of sighs were conveyed from her lips, and she was all encouragement, all desire, against Lily.
And Lily in turn felt Narcissa touch her, make her melt inside, so that they spiralled higher in their pleasure together…
No, indeed, Narcissa would not forget Lily Evans. Lily had made sure of that. And maybe - just maybe - next time James Potter asked her out, she’d say yes.