Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Illicit Affairs - final part (18+)

Summary: The Battle of Hogwarts. You and your lover reunite again.

Warnings: light angst, character death, hurt/comfort, getting back together, implied Daphne/reader, oral sex (receiving), happy ending.

You have no idea how much time has passed. The only thing you know since your escape is that your days have been peaceful, well, besides not being able to contact Narcissa to let her know you're well or for her to let you know how she is. Your peace is interrupted when the fake Galleon you took with you - the one Hermione gave to every member of Dumbledore's Army - shows up a message asking for all the members to go back to Hogwarts. With that, you immediately make your way to your old school.

The castle looks eerie in the dark, the shadows of the ancient stones casting long, angular shadows across the grounds. The air is thick with tension, the silence only broken by the occasional whisper of movement or the rustling of trees in the wind. You approach the castle slowly, your heart racing in your chest. You can see the figures of other members of Dumbledore's Army creeping through the darkness, their faces grim and determined. You make your way to where Professor McGonagall is standing, a fierce look in her eyes. She looks weary, her face etched with the lines of stress and worry, but her expression is resolute.

"You're here," she nods, her hands clenched into fists. "Good. We need all the help we can get."

The fighting reaches a frenzied pitch. Spells are flying through the air, lighting up the night with flashes of color, and the sounds of battle echo through the castle's halls. In the midst of the chaos, you can just make out the sound of Voldemort's voice, cold and sinister, as he makes his way towards the Great Hall. You continue to fight, your wand a steady presence in your hand, while your heart pounds in your chest. The castle shakes with the force of the battling, as if its very foundations are being tested.

A wave of cold dread washes over you as you turn and see Bellatrix, her mad eyes gleaming in the dim light, her lips twisted in a cruel smile.

"Well, well, well," she says, her voice low and mocking. "What have we here?"

She steps closer, her wand aimed at your chest. She looks like a predator closing in on its prey, her every move calculated and deliberate. "I've been looking forward to this," she says, her lips curling into a snarl. "I knew we would meet again."

You tense, your heart racing as you brace yourself for her attack. Just as Bellatrix raises her wand, a voice sounds from behind you. A voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

"That's enough, Bellatrix." you turn to see Narcissa standing there, her chin held high and her expression cool and calm.

Bellatrix turns to face her sister, a look of surprise flickering across her face. She seems off-guard, as if she didn't expect Narcissa to intervene.

"What are you doing?" she spits out, her eyes narrowing. "This has nothing to do with you."

"This has everything to do with me," Narcissa replies, her voice clear and steady. She steps closer to you, her body shielding you slightly from Bellatrix's view. "You will not harm her."

Bellatrix scowls, her hand clenching tighter around her wand. She looks at Narcissa with a mixture of anger and disbelief.

"And why not?" she hisses, her voice filled with venom. "She's the enemy. She's a traitor."

Narcissa doesn't flinch at her sister's words. She stands tall, her eyes locked on Bellatrix's, fearless and resolute.

"She's not an enemy." she takes a step forward, placing herself firmly between you and Bellatrix. "She's the woman I love." your heart stutters listening to Narcissa's confession.