"A woman such as yourself should be treated like a queen…" this time the woman did whimper, "or perhaps as something a bit… less? Maybe, just maybe, you find yourself tired of acting the good Pureblood woman. Have you ever disguised yourself and walked among the Muggles? Looked on enviously as they wear clothing that barely covers any flesh, wondering what you yourself would look like in such tatters .
She closed her eyes, it had only happened twice. Two times in two decades of marriage, surely that did not condemn her. Surely a few fantasies did not make her a bad wife or mother.
"Such a long time… have you taken up your husband's duties yourself? Pleasured yourself when he was found wanting?"
His voice was sin itself, dark and tempting in all the wrong, and right, ways. At this point her body was practically screaming at her to push forward and claim whatever she could of him.
"Do you think of him when your fingers trail down your body? Or are your thoughts elsewhere, on other men? Are your fantasies that of being gently placed on a bed, surrounded by rose petals and soft music or are they darker ? Do you lay on your back, legs spread while you follow through in the same age-old pattern of consummating your vows… or are you treated like a whore? Do you think of yourself on your knees in front of some faceless man, or perhaps with your face pushed into a pillow, used like an animal?"
"P-please…"
"Please what ?"
Her eyes snapped open, and she lunged forward to try and claim his lips, only to be jerked backwards, and pushed down onto her knees. Glancing backwards her eyes widened, the haze of lust lifting ever so slightly as a white-haired girl gazed down with cold, amber eyes.
"Wh-who…"
A hand grabbed her chin, and pulled her back towards Harry, "Do not look at her, you have not earned that right."
A small portion of her mind wanted answers, a far more dominant part did not care and simply wanted to be used like he had promised. Another was secretly hoping the, rather pretty, girl would get involved as well.
"Well…" a feminine voice whispered from behind her, "get to work whore. "
...
Sirius Black finished what was his fifth time circling around a package on the Malfoy's dining table, glaring at it all the while, as Lucius and Severus entered the room.
"What in the world are you doing Black?"
"He is currently trying to 'psyche out' the 'obviously trapped' package." Remus answered, in a somewhat amused tone, from nearby.
"And how is that going for you?" The Malfoy Lord inquired, earning a growl from the former convict.
"I don't care what anyone says, a mysterious package being sent to my darling godson? It is clearly a means to assassinate him, AND I SHALL NOT STAND FOR IT!"
The Werewolf rolled his eyes at the over exaggeration of the Animagus. "Perhaps if you just opened the package…"
Sirius slowly nodded and drew his Wand… before taking a few steps back and putting a, rather expensive, chair between him and the package.
Just in case.
Also, it made the blonde owner develop a bit of an eye twitch.
A flick of the wrist later and the wrapping was undone, revealing a very large bottle of what appeared to be an alcoholic beverage.
"Odd gift to send a fourteen-year-old…" Remus muttered, while Sirius took a closer look. "Seems expensive though."
"Very, high class stuff right here, you know I really wouldn't be doing my duties as a godfather, and loyal follower, if I simply let my pup taste it without ensuring it isn't poisoned."
Before the other three could protest the Black Lord conjured up a shot glass, opened the bottle, filled the cup, and drank it in a single gulp. Waiting to see if the man would become ill, or in Snape's case dead, the remaining adults stood in silence, before Sirius gave a grin.
"That… is some good stuff."
The Potion professor gave a huff, "Please Black, you wouldn't know good alcohol if someone poured it down your throat. Let the professionals examine it."
Said greasy haired man promptly poured a separate glass, before swirling it gently, inhaling the scent and giving it a slight sip.
"Good texture and flavor…"
"Perhaps," Malfoy interrupted, "I could be of assistance in assessing the liquid? I have a wide selection in my own stores and can identify many by the slightest of tastes."
Snape nodded, while Sirius gave a nudge to his best friend, "We will need you to help as well Moony for uh… reasons and stuff."
Forty-five minutes later Narcissa Malfoy, Nymphadora Tonks, Bellatrix Black, and Harry Potter entered the room to find four very drunk men trying their best to sit around the table, laughing and swearing quite loudly. Correction, only three were seated, as Remus had fallen off his chair about ten minutes prior.
"Cissa!" Lucius exclaimed happily, attempting to stand and promptly tripping over himself as he face planted into the carpet.
"Lucius…" the woman growled back, beyond annoyed and embarrassed at this point.
"The chairs are safe!"
Blinking in confusion, the Malfoy matron glanced over at her niece, sister, and Lord. Receiving confused shrugs from the three she let out a deep sigh. "Yes, Lucius I see that… thank you."
"You will never know pup…" Sirius muttered as he glanced up, "THE SACRIFICES WE MADE HERE FOR YOU TODAYYYYY!"
Snape nodded, "Sacrifices indeed… FOR THE GREATER GOOD!"
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