sapphire || fred weasley

seventy-seven

Triggering and slight mature content, viewer discretion advised.

December 1993

It was a dark cold night in Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa and Lucius were attending the Winter Pureblood Ball, this time being held at the Parkinson Manor. Mattheo and Draco had been forced to attend as well, but Aster played his cards smartly and pretended to be sick.

Narcissa insisted to stay as to watch and care for him, but Aster Malfoy always knew the right thing to say to his mother. So after much reassuring that he was taking a dreamless sleep and a pepperup potion, she reluctantly left for the party with her husband, youngest son and nephew.

She of course had no idea, that Aster had other plans in mind.

Plans that involved no one else than Beatrice Nott.

The two of them had vaguely planned the details of their encounter.

Beatrice was to use the floo network from the Leaky Cauldron to not raise any suspicions. And when she did appear inside the chimney in Aster's bedroom, her heart was beating out of her ribcage.

It started how it usually did between them. Some innocent kisses who turned into a heated snogging session while on his bed.

But it had never passed further from that point.

It was their best kept secret. During the school year, they rarely kissed or touched each other away from prying eyes. Either in broom cupboards or empty classrooms.

But during the holidays, when Beatrice spend days at Malfoy Manor, the story was different.

Lucius was always working and Narcissa trusted the two of them enough to be alone in Aster's bedroom.

Because in Narcissa's eyes, they would always be the innocent kids she loved and adored.

But that wasn't the case now.

Because they weren't kids anymore. They were teenagers raging with hormones and desperate to try everything that there was to try.

And Narcissa couldn't possibly fathom that, so she chose to ignore that detail. Which maybe, she shouldn't have.

The two of them had previously agreed in having their first time together.

They knew each other better than anyone else and trusted each other with their lives. So therefore, they decided that it was best to do it together rather than with anyone else.

Clothes had been discarded halfway through the passionate kissing session, and now they lied on Aster's bed completely bare as they continued to make out heavily.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" he asked with his eyes unmoving from hers.

"Yeah," Beatrice nodded. "Let's just get it over with."

"Are you nervous?" Aster asked in a barely audible whisper.

"A little, you?" Bea breathed, running her dainty hands through his icy soft hair.

"A little," he nodded as well.

"It'll be a secret, just for us," Beatrice stroked his cheek tenderly.

"Agreed," he said in the same tone.

"It never happened, just once to get it over with," Bea mumbled.