Drabbles & Ficlets by Inell
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
40
Views:
26,376
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Information: Narcissa/Fred/George, NC17
Title: Information
Pairing: Fred/George/Narcissa
Summary: Narcissa has information
“Just trust us, pet.”
“Tell us what we need to know, and we’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Narcissa Malfoy looked from one face to the other, both deceptively innocent, feeling as if she were seeing double. They were the Weasley twins, though she had no idea of their names. Probably something quaint and common like John or George. Pursing her lips, she raised her head, looking down her nose at them despite their height. “I do believe you’ve confused me with someone else, children. I don’t have any information that you or your silly Ministry need to know. As for my safety, I am quite confident in my own abilities in that regard.”
“We’re giving you a chance, Mrs. Malfoy. The others? They want to torture it out of you. But, see, Fred and I, we think you might tell us what we want to know if we ask nicely,” the one on the right said.
Fred. She resisted rolling her eyes at the plebian name, wondering how in the world that shrew Molly could curse her Pureblood children with such Muggle names. “Threats do not bother me, Mister Weasley. I assume you’re a Weasley, what with that awful red hair and unfortunate looks that must come from your father, I don’t see how you could be anything but a Weasley.”
“George, I don’t think she reacts well to nice,” the one called Fred drawled in a way that made her fingernails curl into her palm. Cool blue eyes quickly looked at the door before focusing back on the twins.
“That’s too bad,” the one called, surprise, surprise, George replied in a voice that said he was quite pleased with her refusal to cooperate. He grinned suddenly and Narcissa felt fear for the first time in far more years than she could remember. “Guess we’ll have to act in a way that makes her respond.”
“I know you’re trying to frighten me but little boys don’t scare me,” she said bitingly, knowing they couldn’t be more than a year or two older than her own son.
“We’re not little boys, Narcissssa,” the Fred one purred, drawing out her name in a way to similar to her Dark Lord.
Before she had time to brace herself, the George one was releasing the bounds around her wrists and had her against the hard stone wall. She hit with such force that she cried out from pain, eyes widening as she looked from one to the other. They were no longer giving her innocent smiles that said ‘trust us’. Instead, they were looking at her in a way that reminded her of animals stalking prey.
“You can’t do this,” she gasped, fingernails clawing at the hand around her throat. “The Ministry won’t stand for it!”
“Ministry?” the Fred one repeated with a smirk. “Pet, the Ministry doesn’t even know we have you. George and I, we’re what you might call free agents. You should have played nice, you know? But that’s okay. I prefer it when they fight. George, well, he’s a scrapper and likes it rough anyway.”
“She’s gonna be a feisty one,” the George one said with a leer as his large hand ripped her robe away. Narcissa watched the expensive material fall to the cold, dirty floor, struggling against the muscular body holding her against the wall.
“Release me now,” she demanded, her voice trembling with fear as she looked from one to the other, eyes widening when she saw their pricks hard and swollen.
“We’ll ask you once more, pet. Do you want to tell us what we need to know and we’ll be real gentle, fuck you so hard you forget everything except our cocks and pleasing us. Or we can be rough, fuck you until you’re bleeding, covered in our come and blood, maybe break one of those pretty little ribs and bruise all this beautiful pale skin and you’ll still tell us what we know because we won’t stop until we get information. Your choice, love. Never let it be said that our Mum didn’t teach us to be fair. What’s it gonna be?”
“Such a pretty little slut,” the George one said as his hands moved over her nude body, touching her where only her husband had ever touched. She gasped when his fingers suddenly thrust into her cunt, ashamed that he found wetness between her lips. “Someone’s a dirty little whore. She likes it, Fred. Malfoy’s perfect little Pureblood wife is soaking wet at the idea of us fucking her so hard she thinks her only purpose for being alive is to be at the end of our cocks.”
Refusing to let his insults weaken her resolve, she scratched him, needing to know she’d tried to fight. Lucius would forgive her if she fought, wouldn’t he? A sudden slap against her cheek, so hard her teeth rattled and she felt a sting long after the palm was gone, caused her to drop her hands and stop fighting. Keeping her head high, blinking back tears, she whispered, “I like it…rough.”
“Did ya hear that, George?” the Fred one slowly grinned, looking pleased with her admission. Before she had time to think, she was on her knees, a cock in her mouth and another fucking her hard and deep. Moaning as fingers gripped her hair, pulling and forcing her face on the fat cock in her mouth, she moved back to let the Fred one fuck her deeper.
Smiling around the George one’s cock, she scratched his upper thighs, wondering how long it would take her to fuck them until they thought their only purpose for living was to be inside her. It never took that long with the overly confident reckless boys, after all. Soon, they’d be whispering Order secrets in her ear without even realizing it. They had such lovely cocks and hands, these two. Perhaps she’d ask her Lord if she could keep them after he defeated that Potter brat. They’d make such pretty pets. Silly boys should never try to play grown up games.
The End
Pairing: Fred/George/Narcissa
Summary: Narcissa has information
“Just trust us, pet.”
“Tell us what we need to know, and we’ll make sure you’re safe.”
Narcissa Malfoy looked from one face to the other, both deceptively innocent, feeling as if she were seeing double. They were the Weasley twins, though she had no idea of their names. Probably something quaint and common like John or George. Pursing her lips, she raised her head, looking down her nose at them despite their height. “I do believe you’ve confused me with someone else, children. I don’t have any information that you or your silly Ministry need to know. As for my safety, I am quite confident in my own abilities in that regard.”
“We’re giving you a chance, Mrs. Malfoy. The others? They want to torture it out of you. But, see, Fred and I, we think you might tell us what we want to know if we ask nicely,” the one on the right said.
Fred. She resisted rolling her eyes at the plebian name, wondering how in the world that shrew Molly could curse her Pureblood children with such Muggle names. “Threats do not bother me, Mister Weasley. I assume you’re a Weasley, what with that awful red hair and unfortunate looks that must come from your father, I don’t see how you could be anything but a Weasley.”
“George, I don’t think she reacts well to nice,” the one called Fred drawled in a way that made her fingernails curl into her palm. Cool blue eyes quickly looked at the door before focusing back on the twins.
“That’s too bad,” the one called, surprise, surprise, George replied in a voice that said he was quite pleased with her refusal to cooperate. He grinned suddenly and Narcissa felt fear for the first time in far more years than she could remember. “Guess we’ll have to act in a way that makes her respond.”
“I know you’re trying to frighten me but little boys don’t scare me,” she said bitingly, knowing they couldn’t be more than a year or two older than her own son.
“We’re not little boys, Narcissssa,” the Fred one purred, drawing out her name in a way to similar to her Dark Lord.
Before she had time to brace herself, the George one was releasing the bounds around her wrists and had her against the hard stone wall. She hit with such force that she cried out from pain, eyes widening as she looked from one to the other. They were no longer giving her innocent smiles that said ‘trust us’. Instead, they were looking at her in a way that reminded her of animals stalking prey.
“You can’t do this,” she gasped, fingernails clawing at the hand around her throat. “The Ministry won’t stand for it!”
“Ministry?” the Fred one repeated with a smirk. “Pet, the Ministry doesn’t even know we have you. George and I, we’re what you might call free agents. You should have played nice, you know? But that’s okay. I prefer it when they fight. George, well, he’s a scrapper and likes it rough anyway.”
“She’s gonna be a feisty one,” the George one said with a leer as his large hand ripped her robe away. Narcissa watched the expensive material fall to the cold, dirty floor, struggling against the muscular body holding her against the wall.
“Release me now,” she demanded, her voice trembling with fear as she looked from one to the other, eyes widening when she saw their pricks hard and swollen.
“We’ll ask you once more, pet. Do you want to tell us what we need to know and we’ll be real gentle, fuck you so hard you forget everything except our cocks and pleasing us. Or we can be rough, fuck you until you’re bleeding, covered in our come and blood, maybe break one of those pretty little ribs and bruise all this beautiful pale skin and you’ll still tell us what we know because we won’t stop until we get information. Your choice, love. Never let it be said that our Mum didn’t teach us to be fair. What’s it gonna be?”
“Such a pretty little slut,” the George one said as his hands moved over her nude body, touching her where only her husband had ever touched. She gasped when his fingers suddenly thrust into her cunt, ashamed that he found wetness between her lips. “Someone’s a dirty little whore. She likes it, Fred. Malfoy’s perfect little Pureblood wife is soaking wet at the idea of us fucking her so hard she thinks her only purpose for being alive is to be at the end of our cocks.”
Refusing to let his insults weaken her resolve, she scratched him, needing to know she’d tried to fight. Lucius would forgive her if she fought, wouldn’t he? A sudden slap against her cheek, so hard her teeth rattled and she felt a sting long after the palm was gone, caused her to drop her hands and stop fighting. Keeping her head high, blinking back tears, she whispered, “I like it…rough.”
“Did ya hear that, George?” the Fred one slowly grinned, looking pleased with her admission. Before she had time to think, she was on her knees, a cock in her mouth and another fucking her hard and deep. Moaning as fingers gripped her hair, pulling and forcing her face on the fat cock in her mouth, she moved back to let the Fred one fuck her deeper.
Smiling around the George one’s cock, she scratched his upper thighs, wondering how long it would take her to fuck them until they thought their only purpose for living was to be inside her. It never took that long with the overly confident reckless boys, after all. Soon, they’d be whispering Order secrets in her ear without even realizing it. They had such lovely cocks and hands, these two. Perhaps she’d ask her Lord if she could keep them after he defeated that Potter brat. They’d make such pretty pets. Silly boys should never try to play grown up games.
The End