White Flower; Black Dragon

Lust Returned


Narcissa:

Evening has come and I sit in the lounge of our home and think to myself in private. I still remember it now - holding so tightly onto my son\'s cloak, I could not let go of him. Whatever he had seen would be enough for both our ruin, I could not let that happen - after all, a mother knows what her son is truapabapable of, I could see the venom coursing through his gray eyes ... just like his father – just as poisonous.

I heard from my lovingly evil sister this afternoon, whose disappearance with the Dark Lord is known all over the world now … if only the Dark Lord knew what I had done with Severus, I’d be tortured if they found out, regardless of my husbands pleas, but knowing him, he too would enjoy to see me suffer for the infidelity. Fortunately for all of us, my son smirked at me and turned on his heel and said: “Don’t worry… I knew you had it in you…” by what means does he have to say this? Does he truly think that I am so dull that I would never commit such an act, purely doing what suited me the the moment, not thinking of the consequences? The boy very well knew his father had done worse, but secretly, I knew, he felt that he wanted me to do something equally as reckless as Lucius.

And so I did.

Perhaps I will pay for it, let me hope that Severus’ lusts have been fulfilled once and for all, and now we can both go back to living our unsatisfactory lives…


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Snape:

Ah the beautiful smell of stinking streets and whore’s galore … Knockturn Alley. Afternoon on a dreary Friday taking my break from the castle, I have traveled down to London for some time to myself, though I usually spend most of it alone.

Amusing to think Draco couldn’t wait until his beautiful mother would do something reckless, surprising, but I forgot the boy craved chaos. Of course he would say nothing to his father, he would like to see what happens if Narcissa and I do get caught, I bet she even believes I was scared off by the predicament, but she knows little of me to think that I would give up loving her now. Fortunately, Knockturn Alley is the home to Narcissa’s favourite café – ‘The Scarlet Moon Café’; I’m actually rather surprised that Narcissa from all women would go to a café owned by the notorious Vawn – Madam Olenska.

Building up all my courage, I strode passed the beggars, my shoes meeting the vile filth of the cobblestone streets, and entered the café. Walking in, the bell rang, the people turned and there I stood. Tracing my steps carefully I headed over to the counter, there are gaunt looking woman eyed me with wonder. She obviously had never seen me before; perhaps she thought I was one of them. “I’m looking for Narc Mal Malfoy,” I said rigidly, “is she here?”

“I’m afraid you just missed her sir,” the gaunt looking woman in red velvet spoke up, “would you like a drink? Our special today is a Bloody Mary,” I grimaced as she leaned over to whisper to me, “and I mean that literally…” she smiled exposing all her rotten teeth, which had a coating of pale red due to all her blood sucking. I was surprised the Ministry allowed such a café to run.

“No thank you Madam,” I said curtly, “I only came one one reason,” I slowly turned my heel then turned to look at her one more time, “good afternoon.”

Leaving the café I noticed a lock of pale blonde hair fall out of the hood of a woman twenty meters ahead of me.

Narcissa.

Picking up my pace, I shifted through the few people there were there, the winding alleys began to get on my nerves as her pace was slow, mine quick, the problem was, she was hard to follow. I didn’t want to call out and scare her; I just kept going, until I was less then a meter away from her. The skies began to crackle with thunder above us, the first drops of rain fell, the dark and cold alley’s around us began to mist … for the first time in a while, I was truly concerned for another human being … what if I lost track of her, what if someone hurt her, what if something happened to her? The voices inside my head kept pleading - I need to help her – I need to help her – I need to help her!

No longer holding back I lunged my hand forward, grabbing hold of her cloak – pulling her back and into my arms, I could hear her cry of terror, I clasped my hand over her mouth, murmuring into her ear to be quiet, not letting go, holding tighter, caressing her breasts through the thin material of her dress, trying to feel what I could not touch through her corset … the sound of the thunder pounded in my ears, moving to the side and pushing her against the stone wall I blocked her way of escape … I just looked her in the eyes, I took my hand away from her mouth, her lipstick smudged from my hand, her mascara running down her cheeks as the tears of terror slowly faded away – beautiful tendrils of blonde hair cascaded down her front, being released from the confines of her hood. “Beautiful,” I whispered to her.

The look of terror slowly left her expression and was replaced with disbelief. She swallowed her words and found it hard to speak; she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Swallowing hard myself, I moved forward and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Tasting the coffee on her delicate tongue, tasting the heat, the freshness … it was maddening and intoxicating for my senses. She did not hold back, she encircled her arms around me; I could feel the tension building within her – her embrace becoming more needy and lustful. My lips trailed down her chin, down her neck, done her collarbone, down. Lifting my free hand to the strings of her corset, I undid the knots, and slowly pulled it apart, revealing her flawless white skin once again to me. The rain began to pour down, drenching both of us, her wet skin tasting sweet with the mixture of the rain and her own perfume. Becoming desperate to have her, to feel complete, I saw one of the glistening tips of her breasts – wasting no time I captured her hardening nipple into my mouth and suckled harder each time she moaned and lifted her upper body further into me, offering her ripe breasts to my hungry lips.

Her gloved hands held onto my shoulders, urging me on. Lifting my mouth from her hardened buds, I looked intensely into her eyes once again – my hair dripping with rainwater onto her dress. My lower lip curled, and I held her face in my hands, looking down upon her I brought my lips back to hers … my love had been returned.


To Be Continued...


10/12/03
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Important Author\'s notes: Alright, you all probably want to know what Vawn means, well, Vawn is the term for a half vampire, half wizard/witch. Bascially, The Scarlet Moon café is owned by a small group of Vawn\'s. A Vawn is allowed to live amongst the wizard community, so long as they promise to not drink the blood of wizard\'s. If a Vawn drank the blood of a wizard/witch, they would be banished from their land.

I hope that explained something to you. Also, I hope you liked that raunchy scene in the dark rainy alley of Knockturn Alley... updates will be more frequent now. If not, be patient, I have another fic to add chapters too as well!