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The echoing of her heels clicking across the marble was the only thing keeping her from spiralling.
Things had never been right between her and Lucius.
She always knew she would have an arranged marriage.
She never expected to find her husband based on desire or Merlin forbid love.
But she saw her parents over the years.
And the parents of those in their circles.
They grew to love each 0ther.
She thought all they needed was time.
Time to adjust. To learn.
She grew hopeful as over the past few years, she and Lucius had begun to overcome some of that struggle.
She did feel love for him. And for her family.
She would have done anything to protect them.
But she knew it wasn’t enough.
Lucius would never be enough.
*****
It burned as the liquid danced down her throat.
Narcissa hated Ministry Galas. And every department of the Ministry that found it necessary to have them.
But at least they had an open bar.
So, she could excuse herself from strangers' questions regarding how her family was doing in the years following the war. If they’d changed their ways. If the rumours about Draco and Potter were true? Or Draco and the Weasley girl? That Granger girl?
With a wave of her hand, the bartender poured another glass.
Neat.
“You look like you're having a grand time.”
Narcissa turned to the new body who entered the “bar bubble” as she liked to call it.
The red hair was the first giveaway.
The second was that stupid smirk.
Stupid Weasley smirk.
“Trying to guess which one I am?”
She raised a single pale brow, “I couldn’t care.”
The man shrugged as he took a long sip from his glass.
“I see your husband has enjoyed the evening’s festivities.”
That was a word for it.
Lucius loved the attention of the younger girls and boys who followed him around these events. And she wasn’t ignorant enough to not notice the purple marks on Parkinson’s neck. The pair practically announced their conjugal visit in one of the spare rooms.
She ignored him, choosing to take another sip of the amber liquid before her.
Those stupid marks.
Narcissa shouldn’t have been jealous.
And in a way, she wasn’t.
She didn’t want Lucius; she never really did.
However, those marks were proof of passion. Sparks. Primal urges to please someone.
The only times Lucius would touch her was when he expected things from her.
And he never made her cum.
Never left her with marks.
They rarely slept in the same room anymore.
She took another sip.
“Such a waste.”
Internally clearing her head from that particular thought pipeline, she turned and for the first time, met her tablemate’s eyes. It was then she realised that his hair didn’t match the rest of his family’s. It was a deeper auburn, clearly changed by spellwork or cosmetic products. And his eyes, a deep sapphire pulled her in.
“I’m sorry?”
He chuckled, the deep sound starting to spiral in her core. With a finger, he pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Such a beautiful canvas, and he’s going to throw it all away.”
Goosebumps pebbled down her spine as the finger traced the open expanse of her neck. She made no move to stop him when he began to trace across the neatly placed gems across her chest.
Neat.
And he was staring as if he wanted to break her.
Mess up every inch of her.
She felt her thighs instinctively shift as his gaze tore her down.
“Without even marking her up.” He tsked as he tilted her chin up. “Couldn’t be me. Such a pretty thing….”
He stopped his thought before removing his hand completely from her, taking the newly filled glass off the bartop and returning to the crowd of people around the party, not before leaving a heavy tip in the jar.
Narcissa’s fingers rose, tracing the spot where his fingers laid moments before.
She needed another drink.
*****
Another stupid Ministry Gala.
Another stupid dress.
Another stupid drink.
And another night where he hadn’t come.
Narcissa hated how she sought him out, but after he left her side that night all of those months ago, she could barely think of anything else.
Or anyone else.
And those thoughts burned her.
Her mind wondered, thinking of the numerous times her hips bucked in the air in the bathtub as she thrust two fingers inside herself and played with her breasts to the thoughts of his stare.
Recently, she had even found herself trying to initiate with Lucius, just to ease the ache, but no matter what, she found herself feeling empty.
Her eyes flickered over the ballroom, feeling a rapid increase in her heart rate whenever she saw a splatter of red hair. Only for it to be that awful shade rather than the auburn that burned inside her.
That made her not want to be so neat.
Why was this building so hot?
Quickly, Narcissa found her way to the exit, needing some fresh air and for her heart to stop racing.
“You seem to be lost.”
Oh.
Her body snapped towards him on its own accord and Narcissa tried not to gasp as she saw him under the night’s light. If he was beautiful at that bar, he was gorgeous now. Dressed in black from head to toe with that messy auburn fringe she was desperate to rake her fingers through.
“Frederick.”
Process of elimination really, and between The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly , not even accounting for the dozens of other magazines, there had been plenty of coverage on the Weasley family.
She knew he wasn’t the eldest, as he was a public figure with Gringotts and was frequently at these galas with his wife who would have murdered her without a second thought if she even had an inkling that Narcissa was thinking about her husband in such a manner.
There was one who lived in another country. And the former Minister’s Assistant. The one who was in Draco’s year, and the daughter.
That only left those twins.
And Narcissa, along with the rest of Wizarding Britain knew how one of the twins died in the final battle.
Papers called Frederick Weasley a madman.
Because the moment his twin died at the hands of one of the Death Eaters, Frederick Weasley swore to personally rip them all apart.
He didn’t even use a wand for most of the damage he caused.
If he didn’t kill them outright, they were still in Mungo’s.
And now he stood in front of her, his eyes undressing her with each passing second.
Her knickers were ruined.
He smirked. “I knew you’d figure it out. Did you miss me?”
It was the cocky way he said it. Like he just knew.
Knew those few words would leave her wanting.
Needing.
“N-no.”
“That’s a pity because I missed you.” He stared at her and Narcissa couldn’t help but get lost in the tide of his eyes. Pulling her deeper. Further away from the safety of the shore. “Now, are you going to tell me why you’re all out here by your lonesome? Surely, someone should be looking out for you? What happens if you get hurt?”
He took a step closer, and Narcissa’s breath hitched. He smelled expensive. Hints of cinnamon combined with elegant rose and sandalwood, only encouraging the drum of her heartbeat.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
The chuckle shouldn’t have turned her on. Her legs nearly lost balance, but he caught her. He caught her and suddenly she was trapped between the coolness of the brick wall and Frederick Weasley.
“That depends.” His finger moved a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want me to?”
Just like before, the light touch traced over her skin. Across her jawline, down her nose. He played her like a violin as he patiently waited, not in the slightest rush.
“You know love, I’ve been thinking.” Her breath hitched as he gently pulled at her lips. “You present yourself, not a thing out of place. So clean. So elegant. So perfect.”
“There is nothing wrong with the way I present myself, young man.”
His lip curled up in a smirk. “I never said there was love. I just think it’s all a lie. I don’t think you want to be perfect and poised.”
She held back a moan as his knee pushed between her thighs, the hard surface easing some of the building tension in her core.
“I think you want to be dirty. I think you want to be broken and tarnished.” He leaned closer, so his lips were right next to her ear. “I think you want to be fucked like a dirty little whore. Don’t think I don’t feel the heat from your cunt right now. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were rubbing those fucking perfect thighs together when I last saw you. Barely spoke three sentences to you and you were already pathetically drenched.” He pulled at her lip again, breaking the moan she was holding back free. “I know it’s taking everything in you to not rub yourself against my thigh like a bitch in heat.”
His words.
And the quiet strength in his voice.
His leg shifted ever so slightly and Narcissa couldn’t help but whimper from the shock of pleasure.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
“Is that what you want? I’ll leave right now and pretend this never happened.”
It would be less complicated if he left. It would be the appropriate answer, the correct decision. But, Narcissa was tired of making correct decisions, tired of being seen as something so perfect and poised.
Narcissa shook her head.
He was right after all.
She wanted to be dirty.
She wanted to be dirty for him .
“I need words, Narcissa.” It was the first time he said her name and she could have orgasmed on the spot. “Tell me. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fill you with my cock? With my cum? I already know you can take it like a perfect fucking whore.”
Could he hear the way her heart was beating?
The word came out in a broken whisper.
“Please.”
Before she took his hand and apparated them to her and Lucius’ bedroom.
“How many can you give me?”
Frederick was on her lips immediately, an urgency felt with each press of his lips to hers.
“I bet you look so pretty when you cum.”
Every inch of her was burning. It was like he set a match and was waiting for her to explode. His hands gripped her like a liferaft, exploring, wandering…
Taking.
With a thud, her back hit the door and Frederick’s lips made their way down the expanse of her neck. When he found the junction between her neck and shoulder, he bit, hard, and Narcissa’s hands gripped his shirt as she clung to him for balance.
“I’m not going to break, doll.”
Strong hands lifted her thighs, wrapping her legs around his torso before grinding himself into her.
“I bet I can make you cum before I take you off this door. I don’t even need to remove a single article of clothing. And you’re going to be a dirty girl and cum for me aren’t you.”
A hand wrapped around her throat, somehow covering it entirely before he pressed his hips forward again, the button of his trousers rubbing against the perfect spot.
“You don’t have to hold it in. In fact, I want you to be loud. I want to feel just how good,” her hips bucked into his, “I make you feel. How badly you want me to wreck you.”
The slightest bit of pressure was added against her neck, and with one more roll against him, Narcissa’s eyes rolled back in her skull.
“Cum for me.”
And she did.
He swallowed her moans as she rubbed herself against him, never wanting the pleasure to end.
Based on the look in his eyes, he was nowhere near being done with her.
“There’s one.”
Her head fell back against the door, already rutting against him again as those hands grabbed at her breasts.
“Let me get a closer look, shall we?”
Narcissa tried not to scream, whether from lust or anger, as he ripped her dress in half. Her eyes were furious, and he only laughed. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
And she knew he could now.
Narcissa stood (somewhat) as his eyes roamed her body. The only items on her were her knickers and jewellery.
A hand took hers, lifting it above her head as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Something about this one was different. But she knew she could trust him.
She felt something being draped on her wrist.
A bracelet.
Nothing too extravagant, it was rather plain in a sense: just a silver band with a green gem in the centre."
“The second you want me to stop. You say ‘Black’. In honour of your family and how disappointed they would be if they saw you now. If for some reason you can’t, this will activate a shield charm. But until I hear that word, or I am forcibly removed from you, I’m going to do whatever I want to you. Do I make myself clear?”
“Please,” was all she could whine in response.
His laughter echoed out in return. It shouldn’t have turned her on, but she found herself trying to gain friction from his leg again. And he just allowed her.
“You really are a desperate whore aren’t you? Let’s put you to use then.”
He removed his hand and support, her body dropping to the floor. She felt him leaning over her the feeling of cool fingers under her chin.
He smiled at her. She almost didn’t see the slap coming.
Why did it feel so good?
“Hands behind your back. And open that whore mouth.”
She did as he pleased, lacing her fingers together before parting her lips slightly.
“You call that open?” He shoved three of his fingers in her mouth. “Stupid whore can’t even listen to directions well.”
She shouldn’t have moaned as he slapped her again.
“Oh, you like that? You like being nothing but a masochist whore?”
She nodded, unable to say anything with his fingers held in her mouth. This slap was more expected, and the feeling of her saliva was a surprising turn-on.
“You want me to slap you again?”
She nodded and he removed his three fingers still overflowing her mouth, a long stretch of saliva being drawn from her mouth as he did. “Yes.”
“She’s learning,” he nodded.
Slap.
He unbuttoned his trousers, just enough to pull his hard penis from their confines and Narcissa’s eyes widened. She didn’t know they could be that big.
Perhaps Lucius was an underachiever in that department much like he was in everything else.
“Keep those hands back there,” he barked.
He then started fisting his cock and Narcissa gulped as it got closer to her. She’d done this with Lucius before, but he was nowhere near the size of Frederick’s.
Gripping her hair with his free fist, he tapped his cock on her tongue.
She looked up at him and watched as a wad of spit landed from his lips to the head of his cock.
“Go ahead doll. Show me how bad you want it.”
Her lips parted open further as she took more of him. Her tongue moved along the underside of his cock. She was determined to prove herself, so she hollowed out her cheeks, swallowing and sucking him. His hands gripped her hair as he cursed lowly, giving her the confidence to bob her head.
She released him with a pop after a few more sucks. “I thought you were going to use me?” She questioned, sounding petulant.
Judging by the way his eyebrow raised, he definitely hadn't been expecting that response. But his cock twitched and in retaliation he shoved himself back into her mouth, she took him greedily bobbing her head and moaning around his shaft.
His shoe lifted ever so slightly, edging closer to her clit.
“Don’t test me doll. I figure I’d give you some courtesy and let you adjust, but now”
He fisted her hair to the point of pain before forcing his cock all the way down the back of her throat. He held her there as his hips thrusted, fucking her face with fervor.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to adjust.
He pulled himself off, trails of saliva dripped down her chin, he stared at her as she caught her breath before his palm hit her cheek again. She whimpered, the sting bordering the side of pain, but she wasn’t angry.
On the contrary, she felt the opposite.
“You want to be a brat now? Brats don’t get to cum. Brats don’t get fucked like pretty whores.”
She moaned as he clutched her chin again, his thumb slipping into her mouth as he held her. Automatically, she began sucking his finger, already addicted to the feel of any part of him in her mouth.
“You really are fucking pathetic. Open that whore mouth.”
She squealed as she did as he asked, more than happy to have his cock in her throat again. It hit the back of her mouth and Narcissa groaned around him. She could feel every vein. His balls smacked against her chin with each thrust.
“That’s it doll. Take my cock like a good whore does.”
He continued his unrelenting pace, using her solely for his pleasure, Narcissa felt as if she was going to cum again from his behaviour alone.
Suddenly, he pulled himself off her, jerking his fist before Narcissa felt white jets of cum land on her face.
It began to drip down her chin, travelling along her neck and heading between her breasts.
She attempted to catch some with her mouth, but he just laughed at her.
“What a dirty girl.” He scraped up the cum with his fingers, smearing it across her face. She licked his hand as it passed her lips.
“You really are a dirty whore, aren't you? Your husband doesn’t know what he’s missing. You’re being so compliant. Sure would love to see his face when he sees how much of a whore you are for me.”
He smacked her again, and Narcissa found herself reaching for his hand.
“‘I’ve just started with you doll and you’re already this desperate for me.”
She didn’t understand.
He came.
In her limited experience, that was the end of it. Frederick even let her cum already.
What did he mean by he’d only started ?
She didn’t have too much time to question it though, as seconds later she was face down against her pillow on her knees as the redhead fucked her with his tounge.
Narcissa saw stars as he shook his face between her cheeks, lapping at her wetness.
“Such a pretty pussy. Tastes so good.”
The sounds she was making were obscene.
“That’s a good dolly. Let me hear you.” He held onto her arse cheeks, spreading them apart as he continued to bury himself in her essence. He continued to devour her, he had no shame in wanting to taste her, all of her.
“Has he ever tasted you like this? Has he ever known how divine you taste?”
When his palm smacked her arse, she tilted her head to the side for a vain attempt at trying to look at him over anything else.
“Answer me Narcissa.”
“No.” She sobbed out as he smacked the same spot a couple more times. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the burning subdued as he licked the smacked area.
He continued his ministrations until she came again.
And again.
And he continued. His nose would graze her clit and Narcissa would shatter against him once more. She was desperately pushing, whether to push him away or seek more from him, she wouldn’t know.
“How about here? Has he- anyone- been here?”
She didn’t know what he was talking about until she felt his tongue on her arsehole.
“Oh-”
Reaching forward, both hands forcibly grabbed at both of her breasts. One breast seemed to fit perfectly in each as he continued to eat her arse.
Her skin was burning with desire and the jewels against her chest would leave a print.
“Are you going to cum again? Pathetic. Do it. Drench my face you fucking whore.”
He pinched her nipples as he worked her through another orgasm. Narcissa screamed into the pillow as the new waves spread through her body all over again.
She could barely take note of her senses. Her legs were shaking. Her forehead was drenched with sweat. She could feel the aftermath of everything dripping down her legs. Well, the wetness from his tongue at least as he had cleaned every drop of her orgasm from her limbs with it.
There was so much, and yet, she craved more. Needed more.
He hadn’t even properly fucked her yet.
She was so focused on catching her breath that she didn’t feel the bed’s recall as he stood from. She could barely hear his heavy footsteps as he examined the room, or the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor.
He helped twist her, so she was laying on her back. It was then that she could take in his naked form. The broad shoulders and chest. The fullness of his figure- of his muscles. His chest had a splattering of auburn hair.
And he truly was covered in freckles.
Narcissa felt her cheeks heat up as she felt the desire to trace each and every one of them with her tongue.
The next thing she saw was the cane in his hand.
Lucius’ cane.
“You want me to fuck you doll?”
Narcissa’s eyes widened as he held the cane in both of his hands, seemingly balancing the weight of it. She could almost see the wheels turning in his brain, and her core clenched at the thought.
“Tell me. Tell me how much you want my cock to fuck that desperate cunt of yours.”
Her hands reached for him. “Please.”
“Please what?”
Oh?
“Please. Please f-fuck me.”
The word felt strange leaving her lips, but the curse sent another shiver down her spine.
Another bit of the neat breaking.
Another crack in the facade she had held herself too all these years.
She could feel the tip of his cock rubbing at her entrance and her eyes rolled back at the sensation.
“You’ve almost got it.”
Narcissa whimpered as he took the cane and traced it down her stomach. The lightest touches. Yet they made her head spin with want- continued want that she never wanted to end.
“Please-”
“Well, if you can’t say it. You’re not going to say anything.”
Two things happened in quick succession.
The first being the cane gagged her mouth.
The second was her core being stretched by Frederick’s cock.
She could already feel another orgasm approaching.
He shoved into her hard and fast, fingers clenching her sides as he pulled her in time with his thrusts, forcing himself deeper inside her.
It was too much.
She couldn’t get enough.
He grunted filth as he fucked her.
And he didn’t stop even as her orgasm overtook her.
Instead, he laughed and smacked her cheek before pulling her lower half up and balancing her high on his knees.
The slight change of position allowed him to bury himself even deeper inside her. She was sure Lucius had never reached that particular spot before. Narcissa’s hands grabbed onto both sides of the cane as he fucked her through yet another orgasm.
How was he still going?
“I know you’ve got one more for me dolly. I know you’re going to take it like a perfect whore.”
She could barely keep her head up, feeling dazed from the lust and exhaustion that was gradually sinking in.
He took the cane from her lips and threw it off the bed. Narcissa could slightly acknowledge the sound of glass breaking but she didn’t pay it too much mind.
Especially as he held her up, cradling the back of her head and holding her against his chest.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder as he thrust up into her. Tears were flowing down her face freely now, and she couldn’t quite place why.
“Aren’t you? It’s okay. I got you. I’m going to fill you with my cum. All mine. You’d look positively ravishing as you carried my child. How does that sound? You like the idea of me fucking a baby into this cunt of yours?”
She held onto him, her nails digging into his skin as she moaned, attaching her lips to his neck.
“What will your husband say when he sees you round with the child of a blood traitor?”
With whatever strength she had left, he pulled his face to hers, pressing their lips together as she felt his cock swell up inside of her.
As his cum sprayed against her walls, she fell over the edge once more. He kissed her through their orgasms, filling her to the brim with his cum until she passed out against him.
***********
Fred Weasley smiled at the beautiful woman laying against his chest.
She was truly captivating.
And she deserved more than she had been dealt. Her husband was a piece of scum, anyone with two brain cells knew that.
He left a fluttering kiss against her forehead before leaning her back against the pillow, placing her down.
She was absolutely beautiful.
And when she fell apart because of him, it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
He had to pull as many from her in case this never happened again.
Slowly, as not to wake her, he pulled his softening cock from her core.
His cock twitched at the sight of their combined releases mixing together and it took everything to restrain himself from tasting her again.
He eyed the room, spotting a door to a loo, where he found a towel, dampening it, he returned to her, slowly cleaning her face and body before vanishing the mess from the sheets and settling in the empty spot next to her and then wrapping her in his arms.
He hadn’t been the same since the war, especially since George died.
Slowly drifting to sleep himself, he refused to acknowledge the tranquility he felt in that very moment. It didn't make much sense that the first time he'd felt anything close to peace was after spending a night with Narcissa Malfoy.
**********
The light slowly trickled through the curtains, and Narcissa turned under the covers until she felt someone beside her.
Freckles.
That was the first thing she saw as the previous evening’s activities replayed in her mind.
Everything.
She took a chance, slightly turning to see him fully and she nearly gasped.
Frederick Weasley was beautiful.
She knew that, but the way the morning light reflected off of him was like one of the old paintings she studied as a child.
She allowed herself the time to look at him.
The curve of his nose. The curl of his eyelashes.
The way his hair wasn’t a single shade of auburn.
She continued staring until she felt the bed shake as he awoke too.
“Good morning doll.”
Even his morning voice had her core wanting.
“Good morning.”
Her hand moved instinctively, brushing the stray curls out of his face. She found herself distracted by all of the little freckles that covered him when a thought from the previous night reappeared.
“What are you smiling about?”
Narcissa’s eyes met his again and for the first time since that night months ago, she felt something driving her other than lust. He smirked at her, a curious look in his gaze.
She leaned him back, straddling his hips before snuggling close to his chest, beginning to trace patterns from his freckles with her tongue.
He pulled her up to his lips, “you’re going to kill me aren’t you?” She laughed as he kissed her.
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She was in the kitchen, making a cup of tea when he arrived home.
“There you are, you wretched woman, you do realise you left me to attend and leave that Gala all by myself. The press was having a-”
Lucius stopped as he took Narcissa in.
She didn’t even have to ask what he was looking at, as she had spent plenty of time admiring the marks after Frederick left her with a kiss that made her knees buckle.
Her husband’s eyes widened as they examined the marks on her chest, the bite marks, and the overall change in her demeanour. Her smile curled as she remembered that he couldn’t even see them all through her robes.
She paid him no attention though, happy to examine the gems on the bracelet Frederick insisted she keep.
“Sorry to hear you had a lonely evening, Lucius. I was quite busy.”