With Love, || N.B.

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Breathy moans filled the thick air as chills shot through Eleonora's spine, the silk sheets soft against her skin. Cold hands scratched down her thighs, leaving red marks in their wake. Her back arched, her hands gripping black hair, the undeniable pleasure coursing through her veins as Narcissa's touch drove her to the edge.

Each soft kiss to the area felt like a hundred flames, each one hotter than the last. Narcissa crawled up, straddling Nora's legs as she hovered over. She leaned down, taking Nora's chin in her hand, pressing lustful kisses to her lips, trailing down to her neck, biting and sucking. Small bruises began to form as she bit just behind Eleonora's ear, enticing a moan from deep within.

"Remember, darling," Narcissa whispered just below her ear. "If I want something...I take it. And right now, I want you."

Her words sent a fire through Nora, and just before she was able to respond, knocking sounded.

"Elle!" Someone called, knocking again as kisses trailed down her body. "Elle, come on! It's dinner!" Her vision blurred, Narcissa disappearing from her grasp as her eyes fluttered open.

"What the fuck?" she panted.

She had to admit, she was a bit disappointed she wasn't wrapped in the black silk sheets of Narcissa's bed. But, still, she hauled herself from her bundle of blankets, going to the door and throwing it open. "What?" she snapped.

Remus's eyebrows rose. "Are you alright? You seem a bit--flushed."

Eleonora thought back to her dream. "Yes," she mumbled, trying to compose herself. "Yes, I'm fine, sorry. What is it?"

Remus stuffed his hands in his pockets, smiling awkwardly. "Right, well, I just thought you should know Kingsley is looking for you. You're on Great Hall duty."

Eleonora nodded absently. "Wait, what time is it?"

Remus looked down at his watch. "Seven. Why?"

"Oh my god, I've been asleep for twelve hours?" she gaped. "I don't think I've ever slept that long before now."

"Well in your defense you were on duty until yesterday mor--" Remus began.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Eleonora interrupted. "I'll be down shortly."

She shut the door in Remus's face, huffing as she moved back to her bed. This had never happened before. They hadn't even had a proper non-confrontational conversation in-what? Twenty? Twenty-one years?

The dream about Narcissa was quickly pushed from Eleonora's mind as she pulled on her uniform, brushing her hair into a perfect, sleek bun (with the help of the Sleakeazy potion). She hurried down to the Great Hall, wand in hand as she stood guard by the large carved doors.

Memories from the dream came flooding back, heat spreading through her chest as her hand moved to touch her neck. If she tried hard enough, she could still feel Narcissa's soft lips against her pulse. A smile crept into her lips, and she knew she'd have something to mull over during her boring shift.

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Rain pattered on the crosshatched windows of the Great Hall. Students sat at tables, books open to study as they ate their lunch.

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy asked, how eyes wide in sympathy.

Draco, who sat beside her, surrounded by other Slytherins, touched his fake arm wrap, wincing. "Not too bad, but according to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two I could've lost my arm."

"Mate, nothing's even there!" Blaise scoffed.

"Yeah," Theo chided. "That auror saved your arse!"

"You two don't know what you're talking about," Draco hissed. "You weren't even there."