Sex With Snakes

in love & hate, till death do us part - b.z

WARNINGS: mature content, obscene language, arranged marriage, consumption of alcohol, minor violence, angst, toxic familial relationships, choking, this is LONG.

PART 1 [smut is in part 3] The context is necessary.

 DISCLAIMER - NOT PROOF READ.

Anastasia Blackwood & Blaise Zabini

A girl's wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. One of her core memories. The day she truly begins the life she's always wanted and embarks on a journey of love, learning, family and pure joy. A girl's wedding day is supposed to make her light headed with joy and desperate to savor every moment of her special day whilst also wanting it to pass so that she can begin married life with the love of her life. 

A girl's wedding day is supposed to fill her with joy, hope and gratitude. It's incredibly fucked up that my wedding day fills me with despair, resentment and rage. Everyone thought that I should be proud to serve my family in such a grand way. That I should be ecstatic, absolutely thrilled that my marriage to a man that I only know how to hate, is going to help my family's descendants. Hell, I am expected to produce heirs for my family and his. 

I would love to be happy that my father is proud of me, that my mother is finally acknowledging all the work I've put in to bring my family back up the social ladder and keep us there since I started Hogwarts. Instead I'm absolutely fucking heartbroken that I've condemned myself to a life of rage and pain so that my parents and grandparents might die in peace and the future generations of Blackwoods might live comfortably. 

I know it's selfish and cruel to want to make myself happy when my sacrifice will make everyone else cry tears of joy. But I'm only human. In fact, I'm an eighteen year old girl that just finished school at the top of her year in every single subject, an upcoming businesswoman and a Dark Arts prodigy. But hey, I'm a girl. How dare I want more than what is given to me by men that haven't had to work a day in their fucking lives. How dare I want more than what men that have lived for generations and have sacrificed nothing, have given to me? How dare I finally choose myself after an entire life of choosing everyone else?

I don't realize there are tears running down my face until Daphne, my best friend, my platonic soulmate, wipes them away gently with a handkerchief, careful not to smudge my wedding makeup. She looks at me sadly, the only person aware of the turmoil in my heart. Daphne holds me at arms length by my shoulders and looks over my face and body, makeup perfectly done and curves clad in a silk, mermaid, backless dress with a monarch train, flowing almost ten feet behind me. 

I must admit, I look absolutely ravishing. So beautiful, so perfect, for the wrong man. My hate for my husband is at new heights. I never thought I could hate Blaise Zabini more than I already did. He was an arrogant, narcissistic, prejudiced, playboy that cared for no one but himself. He did not care for his mother, his sister or his friends- not even his brother in all but blood, Lorenzo. The right man. The man my heart belongs to. The love of my life. Not even him.