Title: Soiree
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Druella watches her daughters. They're beautiful in love.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - sinister on
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There’s a sinister curve to Bella’s lips as she leans in close to her sister, and Druella doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like the way whatever she says makes Narcissa blush red and bite her lip, and hide a giggle behind her fan. The laughter catches the Malfoy boy’s attention, and he stares at her youngest daughter in awe for a moment, and that is something Druella does approve of, but Bellatrix sees it too and she shifts, deliberately, blocking his view.
Blocking Druella’s view.
Whatever happens next, she doesn’t see, but she catches a glimpse of Narcissa’s face as her daughters leave the party together. The flush is still there, darker; her eyes are bright with laughter. Her fingers are curled contentedly around Bellatrix’s wrist, and her oldest daughter is as radiant as the star she was named for.
Druella’s lip curls, disgusted. Her daughters are beautiful in love.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Bellatrix/Narcissa
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Druella watches her daughters. They're beautiful in love.
Author's Notes: Written for the prompt Harry Potter - Bellatrix/Narcissa - sinister on
There’s a sinister curve to Bella’s lips as she leans in close to her sister, and Druella doesn’t like it. She doesn’t like the way whatever she says makes Narcissa blush red and bite her lip, and hide a giggle behind her fan. The laughter catches the Malfoy boy’s attention, and he stares at her youngest daughter in awe for a moment, and that is something Druella does approve of, but Bellatrix sees it too and she shifts, deliberately, blocking his view.
Blocking Druella’s view.
Whatever happens next, she doesn’t see, but she catches a glimpse of Narcissa’s face as her daughters leave the party together. The flush is still there, darker; her eyes are bright with laughter. Her fingers are curled contentedly around Bellatrix’s wrist, and her oldest daughter is as radiant as the star she was named for.
Druella’s lip curls, disgusted. Her daughters are beautiful in love.
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Date: 2014-06-17 10:12 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for the prompt! I'm glad you like the result <3