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Begging - Ron/Narcissa - NC-17
Title: Begging
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Narcissa
Words: 590
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Begging
****
It wasn’t that he felt he owed Malfoy anything.
He was pretty sure that they were even; they’d both come, even if Malfoy had done all the work.
But, when word came that Narcissa Malfoy was being held prisoner, well, something made him volunteer for the rescue mission.
He’d flushed as he felt Malfoy’s eyes on him, but had focused on Kingsley’s briefing and Apparated, with Hannah and Justin, to the cave in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, where Remus had seen Narcissa and her gaolers.
They crept closer, slipping silently between the trees and up to the mouth of the cave, where they saw several Death Eaters sitting round a low fire.
“I don’t see Mrs Malfoy,” Justin breathed.
“It’s a deep cave,” Hannah said.
“And we don’t see her fruitcake of a sister,” Ron muttered. “Maybe she’s otherwise occupied.”
“Maybe she’s behind you,” a voice said and Ron felt a wand pressed against his throat.
Justin tried to lunge for her and was stunned for his troubles, Hannah was dragged away by a shadowy figure and Ron was left toe to toe with Bellatrix Lestrange.
“Is poor baby Potter too scared to come out of hiding?” she pouted. “Does he send his catamite to do a man’s work?”
“I’m not his… what is that?” Ron asked.
Bellatrix snorted and dragged him into the mouth of the cave and Ron saw something moving in the shadows.
Although the fire was between him and the figure, he thought he saw pale blond hair and he sighed; they’d been so close.
His captor pushed him towards a magical barrier and muttered a spell as she pressed him against it; he felt the energy strands throbbing as his body slipped between them.
“Here is your rescuer, dear sister,” Bellatrix crooned. “Isn’t he pretty?”
He narrowed his eyes and peered into the darkness.
“Who’s there?” he whispered.
“Have you come for me?” a faint voice replied.
“I’m sure he’ll come for you,” Bellatrix sneered. “Why don’t you show him how?”
The shadows shifted and the glow of the fire hit the blank face of Narcissa Malfoy.
“Have you come for me?” she repeated, moving closer. “Have you come from my Draco?”
Ron swallowed nervously, wrong footed by her unintentional double entendre.
“Y-yes,” he stammered. “He’s… worried about you.”
“He is?” Narcissa whispered, her face lighting up as she clasped her hands against her breast. “Oh, how sweet. How kind of you to come for him.”
She stood there, smiling vacantly up at him.
“How do we thank this pretty boy for his kindness?” Bellatrix prompted and Narcissa looked coy.
Ron frowned as she undid the clasps on her robe.
“We show him how grateful we are,” Narcissa murmured, her robes pooling around her feet and showing her undernourished and bruised body.
“Oh, no, that’s OK, really,” Ron said, kneeling to pick up the robe and try to hand it to her, only to find himself face to pubes with Malfoy’s mother as she slipped her fingers between her thighs.
Narcissa smiled down at him, her smile not reaching her empty eyes.
“Really,” Ron said, standing and trying to swing the robe round her slender shoulders and blanching as she swayed into the circle of his arms, murmuring against his neck as she stroked herself.
“Please,” Narcissa whispered. “Please let me thank you.”
So he wrapped the robe and his arms around her; he closed his eyes against the sight of her writhing, and his ears to her begging and her sister’s laughter.
My Medium Sized Table
Title: Begging
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Narcissa
Words: 590
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Begging
****
It wasn’t that he felt he owed Malfoy anything.
He was pretty sure that they were even; they’d both come, even if Malfoy had done all the work.
But, when word came that Narcissa Malfoy was being held prisoner, well, something made him volunteer for the rescue mission.
He’d flushed as he felt Malfoy’s eyes on him, but had focused on Kingsley’s briefing and Apparated, with Hannah and Justin, to the cave in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, where Remus had seen Narcissa and her gaolers.
They crept closer, slipping silently between the trees and up to the mouth of the cave, where they saw several Death Eaters sitting round a low fire.
“I don’t see Mrs Malfoy,” Justin breathed.
“It’s a deep cave,” Hannah said.
“And we don’t see her fruitcake of a sister,” Ron muttered. “Maybe she’s otherwise occupied.”
“Maybe she’s behind you,” a voice said and Ron felt a wand pressed against his throat.
Justin tried to lunge for her and was stunned for his troubles, Hannah was dragged away by a shadowy figure and Ron was left toe to toe with Bellatrix Lestrange.
“Is poor baby Potter too scared to come out of hiding?” she pouted. “Does he send his catamite to do a man’s work?”
“I’m not his… what is that?” Ron asked.
Bellatrix snorted and dragged him into the mouth of the cave and Ron saw something moving in the shadows.
Although the fire was between him and the figure, he thought he saw pale blond hair and he sighed; they’d been so close.
His captor pushed him towards a magical barrier and muttered a spell as she pressed him against it; he felt the energy strands throbbing as his body slipped between them.
“Here is your rescuer, dear sister,” Bellatrix crooned. “Isn’t he pretty?”
He narrowed his eyes and peered into the darkness.
“Who’s there?” he whispered.
“Have you come for me?” a faint voice replied.
“I’m sure he’ll come for you,” Bellatrix sneered. “Why don’t you show him how?”
The shadows shifted and the glow of the fire hit the blank face of Narcissa Malfoy.
“Have you come for me?” she repeated, moving closer. “Have you come from my Draco?”
Ron swallowed nervously, wrong footed by her unintentional double entendre.
“Y-yes,” he stammered. “He’s… worried about you.”
“He is?” Narcissa whispered, her face lighting up as she clasped her hands against her breast. “Oh, how sweet. How kind of you to come for him.”
She stood there, smiling vacantly up at him.
“How do we thank this pretty boy for his kindness?” Bellatrix prompted and Narcissa looked coy.
Ron frowned as she undid the clasps on her robe.
“We show him how grateful we are,” Narcissa murmured, her robes pooling around her feet and showing her undernourished and bruised body.
“Oh, no, that’s OK, really,” Ron said, kneeling to pick up the robe and try to hand it to her, only to find himself face to pubes with Malfoy’s mother as she slipped her fingers between her thighs.
Narcissa smiled down at him, her smile not reaching her empty eyes.
“Really,” Ron said, standing and trying to swing the robe round her slender shoulders and blanching as she swayed into the circle of his arms, murmuring against his neck as she stroked herself.
“Please,” Narcissa whispered. “Please let me thank you.”
So he wrapped the robe and his arms around her; he closed his eyes against the sight of her writhing, and his ears to her begging and her sister’s laughter.
My Medium Sized Table