fic: You Navigate and Demand [hp]
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bantha_fodderTitle: You Navigate and Demand
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: M (for grown-up themes and Blackcest)
Disclaimer: none of these belong to me (but I can do so much with them)
Notes: for the CLM ‘deadline’ challenge. Not exactly how I wanted it to turn out, but it’s okay. 42/45 minutes.
November Fourth, 2003
three.
She washes her hair the Muggle way: water
[hot, no, hotter than that, still hotter, hotter, that’s better, perhaps. burning the marks from your skin and the colour from your hair]
running from the faucet and rinsing the shampoo from her hair. Not a disgusting, horrible thing like Bellatrix claims it is,
[chemicals and testing and it eats away at your soul, you know]
but smelling pretty and cleansing her hair. She could do it the normal way, with charms and potions, but she may never get this opportunity ever again, and Bellatrix respects that, and so keeps quiet. Bellatrix understands the importance of a good rebellion.
Bellatrix kisses her
[hard, devouring, possessive. she will consume you and keep you close all your days and all of hers. bellatrix does not like to share, and if she gorges herself upon you, there will be nothing left for her husband and she will not care she will not but it will be you who is punished, not her]
in the way of sisters who have always been close; in the way of purebloods; in the way of Blacks.
Soon, Narcissa will no longer carry the name of Black, but once a Black, always a Black.
two.
Her mother says that Sirius is not a Black, and no-one is to speak of him. Visiting his mother at their town-house, Sirius’ name is no longer on the family tapestry. Andromeda tries not to be upset at this, but their mother notices and Andromeda is punished
[for caring, for loyalty. she misses sirius because you and bellatrix were always too busy to include her. you were grateful to sirius for taking her off your hands, but soon he will take her even further from your responsibility and you will notice, but you will tell your husband that you do not care]
in the normal fashion.
Narcissa ignores the silences and sits still as her aunt charms her hair white.
[apparently, malfoys are perfect]
one.
The morning is clear and the sky fades to a slight blue. Narcissa expects that there will be no rain, because the symbolism of that would not escape her.
Bellatrix slowly
[but violently: bellatrix does everything violently. she undresses violently and bathes violently and eats violently. she fucks you with teeth and nails and all the force her body has, leaving bruises and bite marks and welts that you charm away because it would not do for a black bride to wear welts on her wedding day. after is different]
curls Narcissa’s hair up: curling is all the rage and Blacks are nothing if not the height of fashion. Because it is Bellatrix and not Narcissa, the curls stay put, even after the tiny gems
[priceless. a black heirloom, worth more than anything that malfoy will give you]
weave themselves into her hair.
zero.
Narcissa
[is a black, not a black, is a black, not a black]
will not speak to Sirius, or Andromeda. Bellatrix will visit now and then, but always on business. Narcissa will give birth to a squalling, wrinkly creature, and will not care for him, because Blacks care only for Blacks. But she will send him treats and wail in his defence, for Malfoy women are weak and caring, and do not involve themselves in anything important.
She looks like a Malfoy and acts like a Malfoy, with her hair and her clothes and her turned up little nose.
But a Black is always a Black, and she will not be punished for it.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: M (for grown-up themes and Blackcest)
Disclaimer: none of these belong to me (but I can do so much with them)
Notes: for the CLM ‘deadline’ challenge. Not exactly how I wanted it to turn out, but it’s okay. 42/45 minutes.
November Fourth, 2003
three.
She washes her hair the Muggle way: water
[hot, no, hotter than that, still hotter, hotter, that’s better, perhaps. burning the marks from your skin and the colour from your hair]
running from the faucet and rinsing the shampoo from her hair. Not a disgusting, horrible thing like Bellatrix claims it is,
[chemicals and testing and it eats away at your soul, you know]
but smelling pretty and cleansing her hair. She could do it the normal way, with charms and potions, but she may never get this opportunity ever again, and Bellatrix respects that, and so keeps quiet. Bellatrix understands the importance of a good rebellion.
Bellatrix kisses her
[hard, devouring, possessive. she will consume you and keep you close all your days and all of hers. bellatrix does not like to share, and if she gorges herself upon you, there will be nothing left for her husband and she will not care she will not but it will be you who is punished, not her]
in the way of sisters who have always been close; in the way of purebloods; in the way of Blacks.
Soon, Narcissa will no longer carry the name of Black, but once a Black, always a Black.
two.
Her mother says that Sirius is not a Black, and no-one is to speak of him. Visiting his mother at their town-house, Sirius’ name is no longer on the family tapestry. Andromeda tries not to be upset at this, but their mother notices and Andromeda is punished
[for caring, for loyalty. she misses sirius because you and bellatrix were always too busy to include her. you were grateful to sirius for taking her off your hands, but soon he will take her even further from your responsibility and you will notice, but you will tell your husband that you do not care]
in the normal fashion.
Narcissa ignores the silences and sits still as her aunt charms her hair white.
[apparently, malfoys are perfect]
one.
The morning is clear and the sky fades to a slight blue. Narcissa expects that there will be no rain, because the symbolism of that would not escape her.
Bellatrix slowly
[but violently: bellatrix does everything violently. she undresses violently and bathes violently and eats violently. she fucks you with teeth and nails and all the force her body has, leaving bruises and bite marks and welts that you charm away because it would not do for a black bride to wear welts on her wedding day. after is different]
curls Narcissa’s hair up: curling is all the rage and Blacks are nothing if not the height of fashion. Because it is Bellatrix and not Narcissa, the curls stay put, even after the tiny gems
[priceless. a black heirloom, worth more than anything that malfoy will give you]
weave themselves into her hair.
zero.
Narcissa
[is a black, not a black, is a black, not a black]
will not speak to Sirius, or Andromeda. Bellatrix will visit now and then, but always on business. Narcissa will give birth to a squalling, wrinkly creature, and will not care for him, because Blacks care only for Blacks. But she will send him treats and wail in his defence, for Malfoy women are weak and caring, and do not involve themselves in anything important.
She looks like a Malfoy and acts like a Malfoy, with her hair and her clothes and her turned up little nose.
But a Black is always a Black, and she will not be punished for it.
