A Romeo\'s Nemesis

Chapter 10
Foreshadowing Proximity
Narcissa could only moan as she stretched her lithe form over towards Sirius\' tangled one amidst all the plain cotton sheets crinkled upon his bed - the effect was semi-emollient as his eyes flicked open and narrowed in mock annoyance. At least the resounding acrimony or what was left of it, had dissipated into blithe nothingness between the covers and that alone was just as satisfying as the act. To Narcissa, Sirius had always been a clandestine confidant in all her most sordid affairs as a teen, however sordid a sixteen year old girl\'s cabals could reach at Hogwarts. She had missed this.

\"No more \"somnambulation\" then, Cissa?\" Sirius poked the side of her bare breast playfully and Narcissa grinned for the first time in ages.

\"I told you not less than ten years ago that I had to see a specialist about that...\" Narcissa felt herself blush to her horror, \"but there are bouts of it when... well, when I\'m not well.\"

Narcissa could feel the heat of disgust and knowing empathy spread from her throat to her eyes and winced at how emotionally raw she could be after sex. Sirius didn\'t say anything but stroked her breast lovingly and popped it into the warm cavernous heaven that was his mouth. Narcissa\'s tears receded and she half reclined, half propped above her cousin while watching his eyes watching her face.

\"Sirius, I think I want a divorce.\" Immediately, Sirius stopped his physical appraisal and gawked up at his brethren.

\"What on earth possessed you to tell me that just after we made love?\" At this, Narcissa burst forth her guffaws in rapid succession until she fell on the other side of the bed, her feet to his head.

\"Made love! By the Gods, Sirius! When have we ever \'made love\'?\" Sirius scowled at this and made to get up off of the bed before Narcissa grasped his arm tightly.

\"No, wait. Tell me, have you actually every truly made love because what happened between us was not an act of love, Sirius. Surely not...\" Sirius wrenched his flexing appendage from her tiny grasp and set down the stairs at a restored doggie’s pace.
Narcissa leapt down from the bed and rushed down the stairs, all propriety forgotten along with her pride left strewn about the bedroom floor.

\"Sirius!\" Caught off guard yet again, Narcissa was seized from behind held face flat against the table top where a few muffins and an assortment of teas were lying out fetchingly for morning consumption.

\"You tell me what is then... are YOU even capable of it, hmmm?\" Sirius spoke softly, warningly, and it forced Narcissa to rethink her Quagmire and the initial audacity she had to have possessed in resorting to her predictably livid cousin in the first place.
Gasping not form shock or pain, but from being forced to face an unendingly harassing question since she\'d married Lucius, Narcissa\'s tears finally broke forth into torrents, leaving trails of murky, salty filth on the scraped oak.

\"No, I don\'t think I am... you\'re the... the...\" Narcissa could no longer speak but groan as Sirius lifted his weight from her back and held her, genuinely held her in his arms for more than was perfunctory. After a few minutes of Narcissa composing herself, Sirius pried their bodies apart and looked in her face stoically.

\"Why do you want a divorce from a man who has provided you with so much, Cissa? Fickle Queen. It\'s what you wanted, wasn\'t it?\" Sirius didn\'t blink and Narcissa could feel her mask reappearing and her countenance freezing and stiffening without volition.

\"I can\'t abide by his actions anymore, Sirius... don\'t scoff, it\'s real this time - it effects us - he\'s our son!\" Narcissa\'s facade didn\'t falter but her eyes softened and she visibly sank into mournful relinquishment, a broken feather in its most prized diaphragm, ready to be left to rot.

\"Perhaps it\'s what you needed then,\" Sirius interjected before she became too haughty. Narcissa looked up and grimly pronounced all of the diatribes she could in her head that she\'d ever heard in reference to the filth that was her cousin, garbage just like her.

\"Sirius... I need to say... I don\'t want to...\" Narcissa warbled garrulously, providing her own verbal ignominy to whom she was the least ashamed. Sirius moved away suddenly and sat down with his legs spread casually in front of the food and began tapping his fingers on his thighs; Narcissa automatically understood the implication but was none the less reluctant and stood reeling from merely the thought. All of her life had been crumbling before in in innocuous frissons only now coming to positive climax. With all the breath left inside of her, she forced herself to step twice and planted herself atop Sirius, her sovereign.

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Now that he was home and snuggled with his son adoringly in his lap, riding his manhood agonisingly slowly, Lucius was glad he hadn\'t run into Narcissa after all as he would\'ve had to have dragged her back up the staircase and over to her chambers for another month. Draco had memorized his lines almost without any fault and after their very proficient rehearsal, Lucius had vetoed that they share in an even more intimate exhaustion of their literary connection.

During their coupling, Draco was to recite random appropriate phrases which describes what he was thinking about as he was facing away from his father\'s prying eyes, it was to be far more... comfortable; of course, it was proven to be a very difficult case in actuality as every five seconds Lucius would strike a place so deep inside himself that the entire room seemed to sparkle in their glory and all Draco could reel off the top of his head was, \"Good Father, I beseech you on my knees,\" for which he received a smack about the head for not being in context to delivering fellatio and thoroughly enjoyed the heightening sensations of corporal efficiency in the bedroom. Over and over he screamed as his father\'s stern hand struck the fragile down beneath his nape and luxuriated in the sense of helpless control, a delicious paradox.

After a Draco\'s inevitable completion, no matter how fastidiously he attempted to control both their movements to draw out his only pleasure, Lucius pushed him off and directed him to the closet in which he stored the gown.
Tomorrow would be their first and only show delivered for a select few of obviously open minded and deplorable Death Eater congratulates of Lucius\' esteem; after only a few months of study from scratch and hard-earned shags from Lucius, they were ready to perform... if Draco hadn\'t grown.

Looking his son up and down incredulously, Lucius stroked himself resolutely and came with a shout as Draco licked his ear with affable grace dressed in such couture. Smiling fiendishly, Lucius gestured for him to reach into his dresser to find his costume - it was glorious. It was the darkest sheen of red Draco had ever lain eyes on, the colour of preserved blood on gauze in its intensity and screamed to be touched; complete with feathered cap and satin coxcomb, it was an ensemble to be proud of for any self-respecting Elizabethan thespian and Draco was beyond exhalant.

\"Are you nervous about tomorrow night, Draco?\" Lucius purred as Draco playfully fitted the coxcomb around his father\'s recovering pikestaff.

\"Mmm, no... you do think it will help... you know?\" Draco mumbled and Lucius could only chortle at the impertinence of his offspring.

\"You have no worries, my dear boy. The Dark Lord had selected you already from birth, you were marked instinctively before you could speak.\"

Draco blinked and nodded; it was surprisingly reassuring to know that he would be eternally bound to something so evil in order to preserve something just as parallelly reprehensible as raping and killing innocents by loving one\'s father so scathingly deep. With his patrician face and lucid history, he was made to be sinister and soon Draco would share in that defining self-proclamation with fervour.

He had fed up nicely for the upcoming do and felt as if he was beginning to discover who he was instead of reciting his last name for the world to memorize constantly. And his father loved him.