Emeralds and Ashes

Harry and his friends took their seats near the front, waiting for the rest of the class and the professor. He glanced at Narcissa who was sitting with Bellatrix and returned her smile before looking at the dark-haired girl beside her. Bellatrix was still looking at him with that peculiar gaze that Harry failed to decipher, and he looked away. Maniacal or not, there was indeed something off about that girl.

It wasn't much later that the group which would one day be the core of Voldemort's Death Eaters filed in, sitting on the other end of the classroom. He ignored the glares a few of them seemed to direct at him and didn't fail to notice the appraising look on Malfoy's face. It was obvious that the blonde was cooking something.

The door to the right end of the classroom swung open and Tobias Hopkins entered with a purposeful stride. He was a tall man with a wiry frame. With his brown eyes and dark brown hair and beard that had streaks of gray and white, the man looked well into his fifties.

His keen eyes surveyed the entire classroom, and Harry could swear the man's eyes lingered on him more than he would've expected. He didn't know what he had done to make the wizard curious about him, but he didn't care much.

"The name is Tobias Hopkins. Former hit-wizard. I'll be gone in a year so don't get too used to my presence here," the man drawled, looking around.

"I do not know how things go around here now, but Dumbledore has told me to put special emphasis on dark curses. Now that my coursework has been decided for me," he said sarcastically, "you shall be covering the usual sixth-year curriculum that we miss on your own."

The class frowned as one. Working on the coursework on their own was nothing more than a burden they could do without.

"Cease your groans at once," the man sighed. "You are NEWT students, for Merlin's sake. At least act like it."

The class muttered inaudibly for a few seconds before silence reigned once again.

"No matter how foolish of an idea I believe this is, Dumbledore has also told me to pair students from different houses in a bid to improve inter-house relationships."

Almost all the students shot disbelieving looks at the professor, who stared back impassively. They knew what an idiotic idea that was.

"Alas, my opinion does not matter in front of the Headmaster's instructions, so this is how it will go. I cannot be bothered with playing matchmaker, so it will be random. Write your names on a parchment and drop it in these bowls," Hopkins instructed, conjuring two glass bowls, and placing them on either side of the classroom.

The students wrote their names and levitated the parchments into the bowls placed on their respective sides. Nodding, Hopkins flicked his wand and two parchments were levitated in front of him.

"Remember that there will be no reversals. I can't be bothered to waste more time than absolutely necessary on this hassle. The pairs formed shall remain as such until the end of the month. Merlin knows any more time and you lot would kill one another. You have a problem with your partner? Curse your luck. I don't care. Now, as I call your names, you better join up with your partner, and quickly," Hopkins drawled as he opened the two parchments.

"Corban Yaxley and Gideon Prewett."

Harry chuckled at the smirk on Gideon's face and the grimace on Yaxley's. His redheaded friend almost looked as if he had been handed a particularly enticing toy to play with.

"Augustus Rookwood and Katherine Goldstein."

Harry looked at the brunette who bore a striking resemblance to Katie Bell from his past before turning toward Rookwood. The boy was unassuming, and he couldn't find anything off about him. However, knowing that Rookwood was a member of the Inner Circle, there was no way he would underestimate him.

"Rudolphus Lestrange and Frank Longbottom."

Harry's fists tightened as he saw the malicious smirk on the boy's face. This was possibly the worst pairing there could be. For his part, Frank was calm and collected as he stared stonily at the boy who would unfortunately be his partner for the month.

"Bellatrix Black and Talia Smith."

Harry had no idea who the girl was. However, the surname hinted at her relation to the Smiths – a respectable pureblood house.

"Julius Carrow and Fabian Prewett."

Harry looked at the Slytherin in interest. So this was the one James and Sirius had been talking about. Fabian joined the dark-haired boy who silently slid aside.

"Narcissa Black and Harry Peverell."

Finally.

Harry gave the girl a smirk who raised a teasing eyebrow and stood up. They met in the middle before taking their seats at the front.

"Before you say something, I didn't manipulate the draw," Harry chuckled as he leaned closer. Narcissa glanced at him with a smirk.

"Neither did I," she replied. Harry smiled and stared at Fabian, who winked at him while his twin flashed a discreet thumbs up. He shook his head and as he looked around, it was impossible to miss the look of utter loathing Malfoy was directing at him. Realization dawned on him in an instant. This was why Malfoy had given up on his act of trying to stay polite.

Smirking, Harry leaned closer to Narcissa, who had been reading their Defense text. She glanced at him before shifting the book slightly so that he could read as well. Harry smiled, all the while knowing that Malfoy was staring at them with burning hatred and jealousy.

"Now that we are done with matchmaking," Hopkins drawled, staring at the pairs and particularly at those of the opposite genders. "We are going to start with a few curses I believe you should be knowing about. Peverell, apparently you got the highest OWL scores in decades. Let's see if that private instruction is limited to exams only or if you are capable enough to improvise."

Harry sighed and waited for the man to begin.

"Give me your best example for spells that are the similar and yet as different as they could be."

Harry pondered upon the answer for a couple of seconds before looking at the man.

"The Patronus and the Unforgivables," he replied, to the surprise of everyone in the classroom. He could feel their stares and see the furrowed brows of Narcissa as she glanced at him. Only Hopkins remained impassive, motioning for him to elaborate.

"Well," Harry began. "It goes without saying that the Patronus and the Unforgivables are as different from one another as can be. However, what makes them so similar to each other is the magnitude of emotions needed to cast them."

"Go on," Hopkins nodded.

"The Unforgivables won't work for you if you do not have immense hatred to fuel the spells. You have to drown yourself in that hatred. Although you do not need to hate your target, the point stands that without the emotion, you cannot cast an Unforgivable."

"Is hatred enough? Seems like an easy enough task to cast the Unforgivables then," Hopkins interjected with a chuckle. Harry frowned.

"No, apart from hatred, you do need to have the conviction to carry out the deed. You have to mean it. The same applies to the Patronus. You cannot cast it if you don't let yourself drown in happiness. The emotion must be powerful enough that it fills every part of your being. Additionally, you must have the desire within you to protect something. Without those feelings, the spell will never work for you.

"The Patronus and the Unforgivables are entirely different from each other. However, what they do align on is the requirement of a powerful emotion and a powerful motivator to cast, even though those are entirely opposite."

Most of the students were looking at him critically, as was Hopkins who gave him a curious smile.

"You seem to be intimately familiar with both the Patronus and the Unforgivables, Peverell."

Harry ignored the bait.

"My instructors were very capable and comprehensive, Professor."

"Hmm. Take five points for your house. I can make it ten if you agree to demonstrate a few spells of my choice."

Harry looked at the smirks on the Slytherins' faces and sighed to himself. No way was he backing out.

"Sure," he responded, flicking his wrist. His wand shot into his hand in an instant and he kept it pointing downward, looking at the professor expectantly.

"Since we are dealing with curses, it is apt if I ask you to cast a few. The Blood Boiling Curse, if you please. I hope your instructors told you how it works?" Hopkins asked snidely to shocked gasps from a few students as he summoned a target dummy. The man looked over at the class and snorted.

"If you are shocked at this, I'm not sure you'll be able to handle this class. Peverell, go ahead," Hopkins instructed.

Harry looked at the man with a frown. It was not the first time a Defense professor was demonstrating dark magic in a classroom. The fake Moody had cast the Unforgivables without any hesitation. However, this was the first time a professor was asking a student to use dark magic in his classroom. Harry didn't know how to feel about it.

Nevertheless, he was not one to back down. If it sent the message to those glaring Slytherin males as well, then he had no complaints.

Swiftly, he flicked his wand and a boiling orange curse shot out of it, striking the dummy right in the neck. Students watched, a few horrified, a few stoic, and a few taking sadistic pleasure. Harry took note of each expression, committing them to memory. Indeed, this Slytherin male contingent seemed more and more like a lost cause.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be so intimately familiar with the curse. Silent casting without wand movements. Truly commendable. Your instructors must be something else. The Cruciatus now," Hopkins instructed further. This time, there was a pin-drop silence throughout the classroom as the students stared at the professor as if he had grown a second head.

Harry looked at the man, and the calculating gleam in his eyes was blatantly obvious. He wondered what the man was trying to do. He felt someone grab hold of his robe under the table, and surprised, he glanced at Narcissa out of the corner of his eye who shook her head discreetly, staring straight ahead.

"Apologies, professor," Harry replied as he brought his wand arm down. "But I don't have the necessary hatred in me to successfully cast any Unforgivable."

Harry knew he was lying, and if the gleam in the older man's eyes was anything to go by, he knew it as well. However, Hopkins nodded.

"I would've been very surprised if you had succeeded in casting the spell. Very surprised indeed…"

Harry stared back stonily and flicked his wand, summoning his Patronus once again. Hopkins could not help but stare at the magnificent creature that galloped around the class as the other students watched the majestic Patronus once again in wonder.

"That should tell you enough, I feel, professor," Harry stated curtly. Hopkins nodded with an amused stare.

"Indeed. Take those five extra points for your house."

Harry nodded and holstered his wand again before taking his seat. He felt Narcissa release her hold on his robe and glanced at her. She looked at him with a frown. Harry wondered what she was thinking. He could not guess since he didn't know her either. They had shared only a few conversations and in his humble opinion, flirted a bit. As far as knowing one another was concerned, they were nothing more than strangers who were attracted to each other. At least that much was obvious.

Hopkins was a decent enough instructor; at least better than most Defense professors he'd had in the previous timeline. The man instructed them to deal with any missing portion of the sixth-year curriculum on their own. That was what the pairs were there for. Harry could only guess how things would turn out. It was no hidden secret that apart from a select few, Gryffindors and Slytherins hated each other's guts. Harry had no idea what Dumbledore had been thinking when he decided to pair the two houses. Any other combination would have been better.

Alas, it was done, and personally, Harry could not complain. Although the same could not be said about his three friends. While Fabian and Gideon were having fun with their partners, the atmosphere between Frank and Lestrange could only be described as hostile.

"Since we're paired together for the month, what do you say we study together outside the class as well? Pretty sure we could help each other out, what d'you think?" he asked Narcissa, who raised an amused eyebrow before shrugging.

"Why not?" She nodded with a chuckle and walked away with Bellatrix who once again stared at him with that peculiar look. He was approached by Frank who exchanged another glare with the brute that was Rudolphus Lestrange.

"All good mate?"

Frank gave him a stink eye which coaxed a small laugh out of him.

"Let's go."

Chuckling, Harry was joined by Fabian and Gideon as they walked with Frank out of the classroom.

-Break-

By the time it was dinner, James and Sirius had returned to their usual selves – joking around with their friends and having fun in general. Meanwhile, Harry sat with them, occasionally taking part in whatever scheme they seemed to be cooking up.

"So Harry mate," Sirius began with a conspiratorial whisper. "You were gonna scout Hopkins, right? What do you say now? Needs to loosen up a bit, right?"

Harry sighed. Hopkins was indeed not what he had expected. But then, he didn't know what he had expected. He had never heard of the man previously, so he didn't have anything to base his opinion on.

The man was curt, and there was no doubt in Harry's mind that he was very much an advocate of dark magic use. He recalled what had happened in the Defense classroom a few hours ago.

Sirius stared at the frown on Harry's face and exchanged a nod with James.

"All right then, we'd already decided we were going to prank him after that class. Now it's final. We'll be taking him down a peg."

"What happened?" He asked with a frown. Sirius and James grimaced as they looked at Remus who had been more subdued than normal.

"The asshole is nothing more than a bigot. He was talking about dark creatures and made some… pathetic comments about all werewolves. How they are nothing more than filthy beasts who should be put down, and that's the sanest comment of the lot."

Harry sighed and gestured for James to sit with Remus, who nodded and scooted over.

It seemed Hopkins was indeed pathetic. He might have backtracked, but there was no doubt in his mind that the man had been baiting him to use of the Cruciatus. Harry didn't know if he could still cast the curse. He had never tried to use any Unforgivable since that night, and he had no intention of using those curses either. Even though Narcissa had stopped him from using it a few hours ago, he was not going to cast the curse anyway.

Whatever Hopkins' game had been, Harry couldn't care less. Sirius and the other Marauders could have fun with him. However, if the man did try to step out of line, then he would have no choice but to teach him a lesson.

"You guys wanna prank Hopkins?" Gideon asked with a smirk.

Sirius nodded, grinning as he leaned closer to the boy. "If you'd like some extra gifts for the stuck-up git, I'm all ears."

"Take a seat, my dear man," the redhead patted the free seat to his left, and Sirius quickly joined him. Harry saw them grinning conspiratorially and shook his head. Nothing good could come out of it.

Well, it wasn't as if the man didn't deserve it after everything that had happened today, and Harry was not feeling particularly concerned for him either. If he wanted to be the asshole, he could do with a little humiliation.

It was half an hour later when they were done with dinner and all eight Gryffindor males got up and walked out of the Great Hall together.

As they rounded the corner where the giant staircase began, their path was blocked by several wizards clad in the green and silver of Slytherin.

Harry recognized everyone and one by one, he put a name to the faces.

Malfoy and the older Lestrange brother were leading the group, and he identified Yaxley, Rookwood, Avery, MacNair, Mulciber, Rowle, Nott, the younger Lestrange brother, Snape, Crabbe, and Goyle. A total of thirteen wizards who would go on to become members of Voldemort's Inner Circle. One look and it was enough for Harry to know that there was no hope of saving this group. Even Snape, who Harry had always had mixed feelings about, looked like he belonged.

"Ah, Heir Malfoy. What can I do for you and your friends?" Harry asked casually. He could see students stopping in the distance, keenly watching this 13-versus-8 confrontation. A fair distance behind them, the Black sisters and Lily's group had also stopped, watching, either curious, excited, exasperated, or apprehensive.

Malfoy gave him a disgusting sneer, and Harry had to sigh. It seemed he had given Lucius more credit than he deserved. But then the man had gotten into a brawl with Arthur Weasley in the middle of Diagon Alley when it was the most crowded, so he didn't know why he expected the boy to be more calculating.

Draco had to get his impulsiveness from somewhere.

"It's a shame," Rudolphus spoke instead, his voice dripping with unveiled disgust. "Another great pureblood house becoming infested with blood traitors. And looks like it will end with the same blood traitor as well."

Harry gave the boy a confused look before he turned to look at Frank who was glaring heatedly.

"Tell me Frank," he began in a confused voice. "When did they create a spell that would let a troll speak?"

"You better watch yourself, Peverell," Rudolphus growled. "I don't care which house you are from. I'll destroy you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the threat, drawling, "Really? Tell me something first. You just had your dinner, right?"

The boy looked at him with a confused glare. Harry chuckled.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just you have a little gravy on your chin. Not washing your mouth after eating, Lestrange? Even little children know better," he shook his head in mock disappointment. "This is the example of the epitome of pure blood? A troll who can't even wash his mouth after eating? Must say, I'm quite… disappointed."

Before anyone could speak, Harry continued, "You know, Lestrange, you might have a gravy kink but there would barely be any woman who would appreciate the mess. Still, I have to credit you. You've managed to arrange this large group of twelve other men who represent the epitome of blood purity. I must say, you've got quite an appetite. Good for you."

Harry could hear the stifled laughs amidst the hilarious uproar from his seven companions as he smirked. Looking at Lestrange's face, it was clear that the insult had gone over his head. However, seeing everyone laughing, the boy at least understood that he had been insulted.

"I expected better of you, Peverell," Lucius interjected in mock disappointment once the laughs subsided. "You could have made allies with the right families, but you chose to go with the blood traitors. A true shame on purebloods indeed."

"Well, it's a good thing I'm a proud half-blood then," Harry replied with a smirk. Lucius' sneer deepened.

"I see. Then it seems I was wrong in expecting anything from someone with filthy blood in his veins. Seems fitting that you'd go on gallivanting with other blood traitors and mudbloods," Lucius hissed with a final glance behind him. Harry turned his head slightly and saw Lily standing with her two friends, a stoic look on her face as she heard what the Malfoy heir said. Beside her, Marlene and Alice bristled as they glared.

Rage burned in his veins as he realized what Lucius was getting at. He was perfectly fine with trading insults, but he drew a line at someone insulting people he loved. Right at that moment, Harry decided that he would kill Lucius Malfoy. But before that, he would destroy him. He would take everything away from the asshole before allowing him the sweet mercy of death. His task was to prevent as many people as he could from joining Voldemort. Well, it was a good thing that one could not join him after death.

"You really are as slimy as you look, Malfoy. Must run in your bloodline," Harry hissed with a glare. "Your shitstain of a father was as slimy when he was practically kissing my arse back in the ministry. But then what else can he even do? Upjumped peasants from across the channel that you lot are, sucking up and bending over is the only way you could hope to get anything in life. Little did your wretched ancestors knew you'd be so used to kissing arse that it'd become the norm for your ilk. I truly pity the women of your family. Must be wishing they were better at swallowing."

This time, none of the students tried to hide it and most of them dissolved into peals of laughter. Harry could feel his friends clapping him on the back as they hooted loudly. Meanwhile, Lucius' face turned so red Harry thought the boy might blow up like Vernon's sister.

"You dare!" The blonde shouted as he went for his wand. However, before his hand could move even an inch, his eyes bugged out in shock.

"Try me, Malfoy," Harry whispered dangerously, keeping his wand firmly pointed under the blonde's chin, who stared at him with wide eyes. "I dare you. Just try me."

He could feel Luna in the back of his mind, raring to jump out of his shadow and rip Malfoy's throat out but he firmly instructed her to stay put. He didn't want to reveal her to the masses.

It didn't take long for the rest of the Slytherins to point their wands at them, and the Gryffindors followed suit. A stalemate ensued – twelve wands against seven while Harry kept his under Malfoy's chin. The boy stared at him, frozen in place. He hadn't even seen Peverell move.

"What happened, Malfoy?" Harry whispered again with a feral smirk. "Going got tough for you, you inbred weakling?"

He spat to the side and pulled his wand back. However, the others kept their wands pointed forward.

"Lads," he looked at his friends, who glared at the Slytherins before putting their wands away. He nodded and turned to stare the Slytherins down. All were glaring at him with utter loathing, and Harry knew he was not going to try to convince even a single one of this group to veer away from the dark path. All thirteen were on his radar now, and they could go and die for all he cared.

"Listen, and listen well. I will not repeat this," he began in a warning tone. "Stay clear of my lane and I will do the same. Come after me and I won't hesitate in tearing you apart, limb by limb. And believe me, I will take absolute pleasure in doing so. Goodnight."

With a parting sneer, Harry waved his wand, pushing the boys in the middle to either side and creating a pathway for himself and his friends. The Slytherins stumbled and glared at him, which he easily ignored. He waited for his friends to go ahead and kept staring Malfoy down, who continued to glower cowardly at him. With one final glare at the gathered wizards, Harry walked forward.

"You fucking bastard!" Rudolphus shouted as he reached for his wand once again. It seemed he really had a troll brain.

Before the brute could even raise his wand, Harry sent a powerful banishing charm toward the boy. Everyone watched as the spell hit its intended target as Rudolphus was sent careening against the wall where he collided with a painful grunt and fell into a heap.

"I warned you, asshole," Harry growled and stalked forward as the Slytherins brandished their wands once again. He didn't care. However, he paused as someone suddenly grabbed him from behind.

"Calm down, Harry! You've made your point," Frank grunted as he tried to pull him back. Harry glared at the Slytherins hatefully as his friends tried to calm him down while a few had their wands pointed forward, ready to deal with any trouble. They might be outnumbered but Gryffindors that they were, they didn't care.

Looking over, Harry saw tens of students watching the altercation with wide eyes. His eyes met the wide ones of Lily and her friends who were staring in shock before they fell on a pair of familiar gray orbs.

Taking a deep breath, Harry swallowed and nodded at Frank, even though he wanted nothing more than to teach this group of assholes a very deserving lesson. The Longbottom heir released his hold. Looking down at the Slytherins with nothing but utter disdain, Harry sneered.

"I told you I don't like repeating myself. Heed my words, or ignore them at your own peril. Your choice."

With one final glare, he turned around and climbed the stairs with long, purposeful steps as his friends followed behind him. Meanwhile, the Slytherins either gritted their teeth in rage or went over to check on Rudolphus, all the while trying to ignore how they had frozen in fear when subjected to Peverell's rage a few moments ago. A few of them sighed, recalling how they had advocated against this course of action a few hours ago, only for their words to be thrown aside as if they were immaterial. Now, they had made an enemy out of someone they did not think they could challenge. They could do nothing but curse the others.

Slowly, the other students dispersed to their respective common rooms until the entire corridor leading up to the staircase was devoid of anyone, almost as if nothing had ever happened.

-Break-

"Merlin, that was hot!"

Narcissa Black sighed as she started undressing. Leave it to her dear twin to trivialize something so serious.

"Are you out of your mind, Bella?" She sighed. "I don't know what he was thinking, confronting the worst our house has to offer like that. I thought he had more tact."

"Oh loosen up, Cissy!" Bellatrix chuckled. "Peverell had it all under control. Didn't you see how easily he dressed both Lucy and Rudy down? Merlin, I almost came right then and there."

Narcissa scrunched her nose in disgust.

"You're incorrigible, Bella," she groaned, staring at her sister who was lying on her bed, caressing her neck. "What are you doing?"

Narcissa stared at her sister in shock as she took her tie off before unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her large breasts encased in a black bra.

"Merlin, Cissy," she whispered, squeezing her breast. "You have no idea how hot he makes me."

"Huh?" Narcissa squeaked as her sister pulled the bra down and freed up her breasts.

"I can feel his power wafting all over me, Cissy. As if he's hugging me oh so intimately… oh yes…" Bellatrix sighed, tweaking her hard nubs as her sister stared in shock. "When he cast that Patronus silently, I can't tell you how I held myself back from jumping his bones right then and there."

"B-Bella… stop this…"

Bellatrix ignored her sister and instead, she buried one hand under her skirt. Narcissa could not help but notice her fingers moving beneath the fabric.

"I took care of myself after lunch," Bellatrix continued. "I thought I was done for the day… but that bastard… ohh!"

Narcissa jumped as her sister cried out whorishly, and she stared wide-eyed at her. It was good that they were the only two sixth-year girls in the Slytherin, otherwise, given the state her sister was in, she would've surely put on a show for their other dormmates.

Bellatrix looked at her twin with a wanton smile, and Narcissa couldn't help but look into her haunting eyes that gleamed with an emotion she couldn't decipher.

"Then he had to go and destroy Lucy and Rudy like that, knowing he had more wands against him. That magnificent bastard! Fuck!"

Narcissa watched as her sister's bed was flooded with what was undoubtedly her release, and she fell on her bed in utter shock. Her sister had just masturbated in front of her while fantasizing about someone humiliating someone else and displaying his power. If that was not disturbing enough, she was fantasizing about Harry – the person she was attracted to.

She was not immune to his effects. It was an attraction at first sight. They had not interacted much, but they had certainly exchanged letters and talked a few times. Narcissa had liked those moments, and the hope that something might develop between them was very much alive within her.

However, her sister was also fantasizing about the same person, and if she guessed it correctly, it was primal lust borne out of Harry's power. Narcissa had no idea what kind of fucked-up psyche her sister possessed that made her like this.

"He's going to destroy them, Cissy," Bella chuckled as she lay there half-naked with her orgasmic juices pooling on her bed. "Rudy, Lucy, and all their halfwit associates won't know what hit them. Merlin, it would be so hot! Imagine, Cissy, Peverell destroying all of them, standing tall and proud as he rains down righteous judgment on them for all their dirty deeds. I swear I feel like I'm gonna cream from the thought alone!"

"You're disgusting, Bella," Narcissa whispered, still in shock. Bellatrix looked at her sister and smirked.

"Oh my prudish twin, it seems Mother Magic blessed me with all the lust if you didn't feel anything in your loins watching that sight," Bellatrix grinned lecherously. "I can bet every girl who was in our classes or who saw that scene felt something down there – a deep desire to just give in and mount that wizard!"

Narcissa glared at her sister for that comment.

"Just because I'm not openly flaunting my nakedness and getting off on this fucked-up thought of being attracted to someone's power doesn't mean I am prude, Bella," she hissed as she undressed and began to put on her silky thin top and pajama shorts that she usually wore to sleep.

"Mm-hmm, I agree. That sexy body would be wasted on a prude. Mother Magic won't be so wasteful," Bellatrix agreed with a smirk as she stared at her twin's naked figure. "And wipe off that jealous frown from your face, Cissy. It doesn't suit you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Narcissa lied unconvincingly. To know that your sister was getting off openly at the thought of someone you were attracted to was bound to unsettle you.

Bellatrix grinned at her twin's discomfort. "Don't worry, Cissy. I have no intention of stealing your man. I'll never do something like that to you."

"He's not my man," Narcissa replied promptly as she got under the covers of her bed. She pulled them up to her chin and flicked her wand to dim the lamps.

"If you say so. Even then, I have no intention of stealing him away from you," Narcissa heard her sister whisper and she looked over to see Bella dropping all her clothes to the floor. Even in the dim lights, her sister's alluring body was easily visible, and so was the glistening wetness all over her inner thighs.

Bellatrix turned to look at Narcissa and gave her a wink. "But I'm sure you could loan him out to me every now and then?" She whispered sultrily.

Narcissa stared at her disbelievingly.

Bellatrix continued unabashedly, "After all, we're twins – two halves of a whole. We've shared everything, from clothes to jewellery and so much more. Why not share a lover as well?"

"Bella what the fuck!?"

TBC.

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