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Title: Initiated
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Warning: Incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Bellatrix wants Narcissa to keep her Dark Mark a secret.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - secret on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Drabble Tag. Also, writing about Bellatrix has become significantly weirder since I named one of my cats after her.
“It must be kept secret,” Bella hisses.
Narcissa traces her fingers gently over the red flesh surrounding the Dark Mark before lowering her head and pressing a kiss to hot skin. The Mark is fresh and swollen – a display of recklessness and fanaticism. Bella hisses again, and her fingers coil in Narcissa’s hair – tugging, but not enough to pull her away. Narcissa’s kisses trail a path up Bella’s arm to her neck, where she turns her head to hide her face in the tangle of Bella’s hair.
“You know I keep secrets,” she whispers, and feels Bella shiver against her.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Warning: Incest
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Bellatrix wants Narcissa to keep her Dark Mark a secret.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - secret on
femslash100's Drabble Tag. Also, writing about Bellatrix has become significantly weirder since I named one of my cats after her.“It must be kept secret,” Bella hisses.
Narcissa traces her fingers gently over the red flesh surrounding the Dark Mark before lowering her head and pressing a kiss to hot skin. The Mark is fresh and swollen – a display of recklessness and fanaticism. Bella hisses again, and her fingers coil in Narcissa’s hair – tugging, but not enough to pull her away. Narcissa’s kisses trail a path up Bella’s arm to her neck, where she turns her head to hide her face in the tangle of Bella’s hair.
“You know I keep secrets,” she whispers, and feels Bella shiver against her.
