R. Lestrange

“Yeah, I heard through the grapevine that you give lap dances.” she teases, giggling.

daydreaming, daydreaming— ⠀⠀⠀Until tingles tickled the back of her neck. Quick as lightning and without warning, her gaze snapped to Rabastan. The faraway look in her eyes was promptly replaced by something present and aware, the entirety of her focus fixed on her watcher.

“I knew it!” She flicks him with a huff. “I myself was looking for an entertainer, I was assuming you would provide that for me.”

said future sister-in-law is oblivious, lost in some daydream instead.

“Uh-huh, sure. What happened with the first years?” She asks before taking a deep drag from her cigarette.

Arms crossed, she meets him outside and still glowering. “Not too busy for me now?” she asks, lighting a stick for her own.

Rolls her eyes and crumples up the note. … She’s gonna meet him anyway.

Sha panicked. Abruptly she moved away from him, “can I go to the restroom?!” The professor stopped, looked at her and nodded. And then Narcissa was briskly walking out of the classroom and down the stairs.

Thinks it’s bullshit and will glower at him from now on.

Narcissa sucked in a breath, and quickly glanced down to her notebook in her hands, pretending to read over her notes, but with the feeling of his hand on her skin, she could barely focus on anything else.

Her whole body tensed at the contact. His hand was warm against her, and goosebumps erupted down her arms and up her back. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder at him, and instead kept her gaze firmly ahead. But that didn’t stop her from taking a small step -

Groans and grabs him by his tie, dragging his head down until they’re face to face. “Did you even see the colour?”

Holds his wrist, not to stop him, but to guide it underneath her skirt and to the band of her knickers. She hates the smug grin on his face.

Mm, that’s more like it. The way to my heart. —or my knickers, at least.