Narcissa cursed herself. How could she?
First, sadness. How could she have hoped that Lucius had changed?
How could she have made the mistake of not looking up when the door opened? Now with Voldemort living in her home, she should be more careful and look at who is entering her room before asking for help.
Then blame. How could she have reawakened this womanly desire? Her body was now craving for a touch that could extinguish the heat burning inside her.
The way Lord Voldemort's hand was moving along her back then, caressing her neck.
Wait. Narcissa felt puzzled. Why was Voldemort doing that when he could have just closed the zipper?
Just then, she heard his voice, breaking away all thoughts she was having.
"Oh, Narcissa, I'm more than happy to help. After all, as a lord, I also have the responsibility to tend to my followers' needs." Voldemort smiled.
Narcissa did not know how to react. This was a smile she had never received from Voldemort. Has something changed in the Lord after being reborn? Narcissa could not find a single thought of Voldemort caring about her. Yet she could not hide the feeling that there was a hidden meaning behind that sentence.
Immediately after, she denied this thought process. This was the Dark Lord Voldemort.
Narcissa took the moment to look behind Voldemort, searching for her husband.
All she found was the door of her bedroom closed, and she was alone with the Lord.
"Lucius has gone out for a few missions. He will be coming back for a while."
Narcissa nodded at Voldemort's confirmation. Of course, he noticed how she was looking for Lucius. With Voldemort here, surely he had a mission for her, too. She needed to get him gone with the heat still present inside her.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" she inquired, her voice showcasing her nervousness.
Instead of a response, she was met with complete silence.
Voldemort kept staring at her with the same smile.
Narcissa could no longer maintain direct contact and lower her gaze.
Just then, she saw Voldemort's foot move, taking a step forward. As Narcissa looked back up, she saw Voldemort closing the already small distance between them.
In panic, her body reacted on its own as Narcissa tried regaining the same distance.
She took a step back.
But she was standing just in front of the dressing table desk, thus her heel stumped against the stool she was just sitting on.
She found herself losing balance and was about to fall.
Anything. Just anything she could grab to prevent this fall. How humiliating this was going to be, and moreover, with Voldemort seeing it all.
Her hand reached out to grab onto something.
Voldemort reached out and lent her a helping hand.
As Narcissa took hold, she felt a sudden pull, yanking her from the fall, leading her into Voldemort's embrace. Narcissa was breathless and disoriented. So much was going on. This was the first time she found herself so close to the Lord. There was literally no space between them.
One of her hands rested on Voldemort's shoulder while the other was still holding Voldemort's hand. The dark Lord's other hand pressed against her back, dangerously close to the curve of her bottom.
The hand on the back was applying pressure, pressing them together. Narcissa's chest squeezed against him.
"Looks like I've had to help you for a second time."
She heard his voice, but the breath of his, sent a tickle as Narcissa felt it on her skin. She was trying hard to compose herself, but her body wanted more of this.
Finally, Voldemort withdrew his hand from the small of her back. He couldn't resist the temptation to add a lingering touch. His fingers lightly brushed against the curve of Narcissa's backside before letting her go.
She straightened her robe, her eyes avoiding direct contact with the Dark Lord.
She could only blame her body for reacting like that. If only Lucius was here. If only Lucius had been taking care of her. She concluded that it was not her body to blame, but in fact Lucius.
"I... I beg your forgiveness, my Lord," Narcissa stammered. She needed to get back to her senses.
"Ah, no need for this. I'm sure you will be needing me more in the future. Now..." The smile from Voldemort faded, and his voice grew colder. "Why, Narcissa, does it feel that you are not happy with my decision in turning your son into a Death Eater?"
Narcissa realized this was the reason Voldemort came into her room.
She struggled to find the right words. "No, my Lord. In fact, it is a huge honor for him to be invited by you personally to become a Death Eater."
The lies of Narcissa were clear, but she could not complain to the dark Lord. Instead, she tried to find another pretext. "It's just that he is still a young and inexperienced boy. I fear the danger he will face."
"Do you question my judgment, Narcissa?"
Narcissa's throat tightened, but she maintained her composure. "No, my Lord. I only fear for his safety. He is my only child, and I cannot bear the thought of losing him."
Then, Voldemort's expression shifted, turning from the cold one back to the smiling one.
"Indeed, indeed, we don't want the young generation of purebloods to be in danger. Don't we?"
Narcissa felt a wave of relief wash over her. She nodded, positively confirming the Lord's question.
"Ah, talking about children and the young generation of Pureblood, there was something in my mind that I came to share with you."
"Tell me, Narcissa, what is the current mission of the me and the Death Eaters?"
This was something that was ingrained in Narcissa since her childhood. Before even joining Voldemort, as a child of the Black family, she was taught the importance of pureblood.
"To establish a magical world where purebloods reign supreme, free from the taint of Muggle and Mudblood influence."
Voldemort inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Indeed. However, being away for some time has given me the opportunity to contemplate other ways to achieve our goals. I have realized that we are not doing enough. While the eradication of Muggles and Mudbloods remains a potent means, I have been thinking of other approaches to accelerate the process. Something that will bring the balance in our favour. Tell me, Narcissa, can you think of another way we can achieve our shared vision?"