A Black Mistake

Narcissa Black trudged along the path to Hogsmeade as she made her way to the little village. In reality, she was walking slowly, her head held high, but this was trudging for the noble house of Black. She’d been out of school for more than three years, but she had chosen to come to this spot to meet with him because meeting at one of their houses was out of the question and Diagon Alley was practically owned by the Malfoys. She wanted neutral ground.

She stood outside of the Hog’s Head Tavern and gathered her wits before stepping inside the seedy establishment. Barely acknowledging the bar keeper, she made for a booth in the back of the room. As she walked, her eyes darted about to see if he had come early, which he hadn’t. ‘Good,’ she thought and made herself comfortable. There was no one else in the tavern as it was noon on a Thursday, but the man at the bar didn’t bother her as if he knew she wasn’t there to sample his lager.

She had thought that arriving first would give her power over the situation, but she was wrong. Instead of making it seem as if he was coming to her, she felt the nervous tension of having to wait on him. Five, ten, fifteen minutes ticked by and Narcissa felt her stomach roil in protest. It didn’t help matters at all that she’d been nauseated every morning for the past two weeks. Thankfully she had only had a weak tea for breakfast. Soon she would be rid of this mess and when she was, she was going to fully enjoy breakfast again.

As she waited, she finally saw a shock of white blonde hair over a lithe body encased in a billowing cape make its way through the crowds. She couldn’t deny that he was a truly beautiful boy. No, not a boy, a fully grown man and he had gotten her pregnant. It seemed Malfoys really did get whatever they wanted, she thought wryly as she remembered a moment from the Christmas she turned nine.

~~ FLASHBACK~~

“Anyone of your daughters would do, Lionel. They are all comely in their own way and are each gifted with their own talents.” Abraxas Malfoy’s white hair flowed about his head like a lion’s mane as he regarded her father with shrewd green eyes and a smirk.

“I will agree to Andromeda or Bellatrix, but not Narcissa. She is far too young to arrange a marriage and she does not have the personality that is suited to the circles you run in.” Narcissa was currently playing in the solarium while her father and Mr. Malfoy spoke, seemingly uninterested in their conversation as she boiled her potion, dropping poinsettia petals into the toy cauldron. Her older sisters were in the library entertaining Abraxas’s son, Lucius and her mother was having an evening sherry with Tatiana Malfoy in the parlour.

“Narcissa won’t be young when they are married. She’ll be seventeen. Besides, she is the most poised of your children, a trait that is highly valued amongst my family. Even at nine, she outshines her sisters and she will undoubtedly be the most beautiful. Lucius is quite keen that it be her and I really think you ought to agree. They would make a striking couple.”

“Your sixteen year old son’s fascination with my nine year old daughter is very unseemly, Abraxas. No teenage boy should be that fixated on a child, even if he would be marrying her at an appropriate age. It speaks of an urge to dominate that I do not like. Bellatrix is the strongest of my daughters and I believe that they would be best suited. However, Andromeda is the most adaptable and would make quite an excellent partner. Narcissa is too delicate, too gentle, too dreamy to be paired off with someone like Lucius.”

“Are you suggesting that my son would abuse your daughter?” The air in the solarium crackled with Abraxas’ magic and Narcissa suddenly no longer cared to hear the rest of the conversation.

“Of course not! If I believed that I wouldn’t have agreed to offer any of my daughters to him, but you have to agree that you Malfoys have overbearing, domineering personalities and Narcissa needs a gentle hand and I am adamant that nine is far too young to write up a marriage contract. Her full personality hasn’t been developed; she’s not even set foot in Hogwarts, yet! If you won’t agree to Bella or Andromeda, then you can look elsewhere! The Goyles have a daughter they’re trying to get rid of, as do the Prewetts. Try one of them, if you find my eldest two so unfit!”

Narcissa slipped out of the room, the potion cooling in the mini cauldron she was carrying. She had no desire to marry Lucius Malfoy, or any boy for that matter. As far as she could tell, they were stupid creatures who always wanted to duel or to blow things up. Her cousins Sirius and Regulus were awful things that chased her and teased her mercilessly. When she had children, she was going to make certain that her boys were never troublesome and always perfect angels.

She wandered the hallways of her home, not really noticing anything as she took her potion and dropped it off outside her door. Tomorrow morning it would be ready and according to ‘Little Witches’ Potions and Perfumes’ she could apply it to the inside of her closet and all year round it would have that unique scent of Christmas. She didn’t really want to have that smell year round, but she did need a reason to listen to her father’s conversation and gathering poinsettia petals in the solarium appeared like harmless play to the adults. She was very curious as to which sister would marry Lucius, for she had no doubt that her father would never allow her to make a marriage contract with someone she would be miserable with. She didn’t dislike Lucius, but something about him made her uncomfortable.

When she was four years old her family had a spring soiree and all the children had played hide and seek. She had gotten bored and wandered into her father’s library where Lucius happened to be hiding. Thirty minutes later, she had been sitting in his lap reading to him because he hadn’t believed that she could. She had situated herself on his lap, her bum resting on one thigh, her knees draped over the other. He was stroking her hair and playing with the hem of her dress when Bellatrix had walked in on them. Lucius’ hand was on her knee, and it wasn’t the action that bothered her, but Bellatrix’s explosion and Lucius’ do-something-about-it smirk to her sister that did. Ever since then, he always sought her out at the society functions and always made an excuse to touch her.

She hoped that Bella ended up with him. Bella hated Lucius with a passion and would undoubtedly poison him on their wedding night. Andromeda might hex him if he got out of line, but Bella would offer endless entertainment with the stories of how she tormented him and it would point Bella’s focus to something other than her. She loved her sister, but she was creative and cruel at times, not a good combination.

Narcissa passed the library and heard Andromeda forcing herself to be polite and entertaining to their guest. Bella was twelve and Adromeda was sixteen, like Lucius. However, Andromeda considered herself above arranged marriages and if their father decided to pair the two of them together, Andromeda would imagine that she could wiggle her way out of it before it was time to get married. She peeked through the door and saw Bella glaring hatefully in Lucius’ direction as he paid no attention to the conversation he was half carrying with Andie.

The three were quite a contrast. Andromeda and Bellatrix looked like twins, dark eyed, dark haired and upturned noses over delicate features and tiny frames. Lucius clashed horribly with his shoulder length white blonde hair, patrician nose and broad shoulders. He looked like a Norman conqueror. If she joined them, her own pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes would match Lucius more than her sisters. She took after her mother’s side of the family and if a stranger were to happen upon the four of them, they would probably presume her to a Malfoy. Tip-toeing towards the solarium again, Narcissa grinned as she heard her father and Abraxas drawing up a marriage contract and mentioning Bella’s name. She went to sleep certain that her future would be bright and happy and that her own marriage would be far more joyful than that of her poor, cruel sister.


~~~ END FLASHBACK ~~~

There had been no marriage between Lucius and Bella. Bella ran off with Rodolphus Lestrange, the scandal only undermined by Andromeda’s marriage to a mud blood. It was only the fact that Narcissa was pure blooded, beautiful and unattatched that gained her entrance to the party thrown by Aurelius Parkinson in the townhouse his father had purchased him. Bella had been there that evening and in incredibly high spirits. Her husband had moved up in the circle of power of some group that it seemed everyone she knew was a part of, lately. Narcissa and her sister had downed brandy with cherry cordials all evening and talked about their childhood, giggling like very young girls. Bella had been pushing her towards Rodolphus’ younger brother all evening and she knew that a marriage might be possible. Rabastian Lestrange was certainly good looking and not nearly as intense as his brother, but she honestly felt no pull towards him whatsoever. It was Lucius Malfoy’s presence at the party that had put her on edge. However, everyone was friendly that evening despite her family’s recent list of scandals making the youngest Black feel confident in her surroundings. Apparently snubbing a Malfoy was forgivable as long as it furthered the goals of some cause that everyone else seemed to know about.

The evening had worn down and Narcissa tripped her way up Parkinson’s townhouse stairs to try and find Bella to let her know she was going home. She tried knocking on several doors, but each one was filled with a couple that was not her sister and her husband. She made it to the third floor where she happened upon an empty room that held several bookshelves and a bed. Feeling very dizzy she sat down on the bed and studied the titles on the shelf in front of her. She hadn’t heard the door open or seen the man who entered until he was already upon her.

“I first knew I wanted to keep you in a library. I think it fitting that I happened upon you in Parkinson’s little book cubby. You are a hard girl to pin down, Miss Black. I suggest you make this easier on both of us and not try to dissuade me from my goal.” With that, he was on top of her, kissing her, running his hands over her. At first she was too scared to move and then she remembered herself. She tried to move but he stunned her. “Oh, no my dearest Narcissa, I’ve had enough waiting and you won’t be going anywhere. Don’t move.”

Her voice wouldn’t work as he used his wand to rid her of her clothes leaving her naked to his gaze. Her face flushed with shame and embarrassment as he stared down at her, appraising her. His blonde hair was longer now. It draped well past his shoulders and fell over her breasts as he leaned over to ghost his lips against her neck. He let one hand trail down her side while the other pulled at his robes, making them come off. His shoulders were broad like his father’s, but he was much taller and leaner. His skin was as pale as her own and his full lips were slightly pink as they took one breast into his mouth. She gasped when she felt a hand fondle the curls at the apex of her thighs before spreading the folds and teasing the nub at the top of them. No one else had ever touched her there before, not even a healer.

He was surprisingly gentle with her as he marked her body with his mouth and his hands, so when he positioned himself between her legs and lifted the stunning spell, she expected him to let her up. She tried to move up on her elbows, but he pushed her back down. Surely he wouldn’t do what she was thinking of, would he? She struggled harder and gasped out, “Please don’t.”

“Please don’t what?” he asked. “Please don’t take what should have been mine three years ago?” She thought he was talking about Bella. They were supposed to have married when Bella was twenty.

“You can’t take your anger at her out on me! I’m sorry she left you, but I don’t have anything to do with that! Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!” She desperately tried to get out from under him, but he out weighed her by at least a hundred pounds and his chest was a wall of solid muscle.

“I told you not to move, I expect to be obeyed.” The manic glint in his eyes only made her struggle more. The more she wiggled however, the more firmly situated between her thighs he became. She was suddenly aware of what felt like a fist pushing insistently at her opening. He was using both hands to hold her wrists above her head, so that meant it could only be one thing. Tears sprang to her eyes.

“No, please! Please, I’ve never- Not even once! Oh, gods! LUCIUS, Please!” His mouth was on hers, drinking her fear filled pleas as he split her in half over his cock. She was aware that his thrusts, while painful, glided easily from his earlier ministrations. He moved one large hand to grip her leg with his long fingers and she tried to use his leverage against him, but he was immovable. She thrashed against him and he smiled down at her.

“It pleases me greatly that you aren’t frigid like most girls of your station, but you might want to put your efforts into getting your own pleasure. You are so very tight and with the way you’re moving I won’t last long at all, my love.” He bit down on her neck, breaking the skin and Narcissa lost the urge to fight. She would not give him what he wanted. He knew what she was doing and smiled. “Play coy if you want, little one. I like you fiery and I like you submissive.”

He came with a groan and Narcissa felt his warmth splash inside her before spilling down around his long thick cock. With his manhood inside her, there was no room for anything else. He lay on top of her a moment before pulling out and rolling to one side. Dazedly, she sat up and looked down at the inside of her thighs in horror. They were covered in blood and a milky white substance. She looked over at the man who had deflowered her and saw his now flaccid cock smeared with blood, his teeth stained with the blood he had procured from her neck.

“You f-forced me…that was my first time…” she stuttered. No longer drunk, she desperately grabbed at the robes she had been wearing. She had to leave. She wanted out of there. She moved woodenly, wishing she had brought her wand with her. Bella had it. Oh gods! Bella couldn’t know! No one could know! She was no longer a virgin. How could she have let this happen and what was she going to tell Rabastian on their wedding night? Looking everywhere but at the self-satisfied man in front of her, her thoughts racing, Narcissa clutched her dress robes to her and immediately flooed home where she took a bath and scrubbed herself all over as if washing hard enough would erase the feeling of being tainted. She thought to herself that getting rid of the physical evidence would mean that no one would ever find out. However, Lucius had left one piece of evidence that was not so easily erased.