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Narcissa tilts her head, an irritating smile on her face. “Excuse me?” “It’s like everything you say is specifically crafted to get under my skin, it’s annoying,” Alice huffs. “That’s not a nice way to speak to someone who just saved your ass,” Narcissa says, crossing her arms across her chest. “I don’t really care about you all that much Alice.” Her voice is mocking. “In fact, I hardly think of you at all.” Narcissa continues.
Alice scoffs, taking a step forward to get in her face.“You know, I really don’t think that’s true. I think you wish you didn’t think about me, but you do. If you really disliked me as much as you seem to, you should have left the minute you heard it was a Gryffindor you’d be partnered with.” Alice pushes past Narcissa, moving to lean against a desk, brushing notes for the charms project and other clutter away with her hand.“I’ll admit. I was curious why McGonagall never tried to pair us.” Alice continued. “Like you said, I’m in high demand. It was only natural that two of the best students would be teamed together yet our paths never crossed. And then you mentioned the Halloween party.””You know, grudges are bad for the soul.” Narcissa shoots back with a sarcastic smile.“So is being a bitch and yet here you are,” Alice bites, turning around to face her with a bitter expression on her face. She hates how relaxed Narcissa looks right now while she knows her own stance is more tense than she’s ever been. She hates that Narcissa has this effect on her.“It’s not a grudge. I just got a chance to meet you and decided you weren’t the type of person I wanted to spend my time with.”“Until now,” Narcissa says, lips curling around a smile. Her smile drops when Alice answers. “This can’t really be about one silly snub, right?”Anger flames up in Narcissas eyes. “You are so—” she stomps over to Alice, but she stops once she gets close enough. Namely because in her fervor, she almost trips up over her own feet, but a hand on her waist stops her from tumbling straight into Alice. Stupid heels.Now too close for comfort, Alice whispers, “Look at you, tripping over you feet for me.” This is the moment where Narcissa should straighten up and clear her throat, leave this conversation and be done with it, content to never work with Alice ever again.As much as their assignment went perfectly, everything behind the scenes with her has been an utter disaster. But she doesn’t move, not yet. Alice’s hand is still on her waist, finger brushing against the soft fabric of her shirt. “Don’t,” is all Narcissa can will herself to say. Her hands are wrapped around the edge of the desk from where she caught herself, just barely brushing against the fabric of Alice skirt— Alice’s skirt. “Don’t what?” Narcissa scoffs, heart thumping against her ribcage. “I’m not sure if you think flirting with me will somehow get me to work with you more or something, but I can promise you that won’t happen. Some of us have morals.” “Ouch,” Alice says, face dropping to a mocking portrayal of offense as she brings one hand to the center of her chest.“Maybe I want to flirt with you because it is better than fighting with you. After all, tension has to relieve itself somehow. And this way would be a lot more fun.” Narcissa takes a deep breath, unable to concentrate with the hot breath of the woman in front of her fanning across her cheeks. Alice’s hand on her waist tugs at the fabric of her skirt, beginning to bunch it up achingly slow.She should push her off—the notion that she’s attracted to Alice is ridiculous. She’s always disliked her, even in the best of times. Most importantly, Narcissa does not like women. But it’s impossible to deny that Alice is one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen and it’s even worse this close.Her eyes flick up to meet Alice’s —waiting for any sign that this is some cruel joke, that she’s going to laugh at Narcissa for even considering it. “Are you serious?” Narcissa can’t help but ask, trying not to gasp at the feeling of fingers brushing against her stocking-covered thighs, while also keeping her cruel tone. “Because if you’re not and this is some joke, then you’re—”“It’s not a joke,” Alice breathes out, eyes fluttering down to Narcissas lips before meeting her eyes. “I wanted to do this the first time I met you, but then you said that you don’t associate yourself with such scum as Gryffindors.” “Well, right now I’m technically your partner” Narcissa states, silently wishing she and Alice were closer.This is a terrible idea. She’s made the mistake of sleeping with work partners before and it almost never ends well, especially if people find out. Now imagine if they found out it’s a woman. There’s no winning here. Alice hums, fingers digging into the flesh of Narcissas thigh now, tugging her closer. “The project is over. We won’t need this classroom anymore. You can walk away if you really want.” Narcissa considers it. Chest heaving as she looks down at Alice, she lets her fingers come up to brush against her neck, fingers dancing across the lines of her neck before her hand settles at her nape. Right here, like this, she looks down on Alice, holding the advantage. She knows she’s not going to walk away. She brings her hand around to cup Alice’s jaw, pad of her thumb brushing against Alice’s bottom lip. Alice watches her expression carefully, eyes following her every move.She thinks she might be holding her breath. Using the leverage she has, Narcissa forces Alice’s mouth open, moving her thumb from her lip to the rough skin of her tongue. Without a moment’s hesitation, Alice wraps her lips around the finger, swirling her tongue around it. Narcissa sucks in a breath.She’s dominated men before, they’re easy creatures, hunting pleasure, but this, this takes her breath away.It’s a wildfire from there. Narcissa tangles a hand in Alice’s hair, ruining her short styled cut, grabbing her wrist and tugging her into a standing position. Alice lets her, whining when Narcissa tugs on her hair, but not in a way that screams unbearable pain, more so in a way that makes Narcissa want to do it again. Alice surges forward and finds her lips with a certain aggression Narcissa is unused to, although not one that is unwelcome. She gasps into the kiss, already knowing lipstick is probably smearing all over her lips and chin, but she’ll worry about that later.She kisses Alice back eagerly, the urge to devour one she is unwilling to push down. The anger and frustration she feels bleeds into the kiss, biting down on Alice’s lip and feeling the woman moan beneath her.They need to keep quiet, Narcissa knows this, and yet she wants to hear every noise Alice makes on repeat. Alice grabs Narcissas waist harshly,Narcissa gasps at the pressure as Alice’s lips find her neck, biting and sucking on the skin in a way that is going to leave marks for the next few days. Narcissa shudders as she melts beneath Alice’s touch. “You act so tough,” Alice whispers. Her hand on Narcissas waist dips lower, just low enough to tease, but not to provide any sort of relief.Her fingers pass over the beads and jewels that Narcissa had painstakingly sewn on in perfect patterns on her school skirt. “But you’re just dying for someone to put you in your place, aren’t you?” “Find out,” Narcissa grits out, gasping as Alice pushes her against the desk.Her hands scatter different sketches and notes, papers flitting to the floor to forget about until later. Alice brings her hand to Narcissas front, unbuttoning her shirt. Narcissa shivers beneath her touch. She brings her hands to Narcissas slim biceps, sliding the sleeves down her arms until the shirt is falling to the floor.Due to the nature of the shirt and her own comfort, Narcissa didn’t wear a bra with it, leaving her now almost fully exposed while Alice remains fully dressed.Alice leaves kisses on Narcissas collarbones while her hand slides beneath the band of her skirt, brushing against the skin of her hips.Narcissa has to take control of the situation. She’s the one with power, not this sly incredibly hot Gryffindor. Narcissa grabs Alice’s waist. Her hand playing with the hem of Alice’s shirt.It’s slow, not matching the aggression of their kiss, sensual in nature. Narcissa lets her fingers dip lower, barely hitting the fabric between Alice’s thighs, but lingering long enough to feel the wetness seeping through. “Proving my point,” Narcissa hums, pushing down on Alice clit through the fabric of her underwear just to feel her gasp beneath Narcissas touch. “Tell me what you want, Darling.” Alice whimpers at the press of Narcissas fingertips. “Fuck me.” The words go straight to the desire pooling between Narcissas thighs and she knows she can only maintain her blase facade for so long before she lets her desperation take over.As much as she wants to put on a brave face, to appear unaffected, she wants Alice just as badly. She turns her around, bending Alice over the desk and the woman stays in place, doing exactly what she’s told without being asked. With one hand, Narcissa lets Alice’s skirt pool around her ankles and moves her underwear to the side, revealing the glistening wetness of her desperate cunt to Narcissa.Her other hand comes up to run her fingers through the slick folds, relishing in the idea that Alice was this turned on by her.Alice gasps and Narcissa watches as she bites into the flesh of her own arm in a vain attempt to keep quiet.Her fingers brush over the hard bud of her clit, pushing down against the bundle of nerves just to see her legs twitch before teasing her aching entrance.Narcissa knows her own pleasure well enough to know what to do. She pushes one finger in, just barely, to get a feel for how stretched out Alice is.Determining enough, she pushes two fingers in up to her knuckles, feeling Alice’s pussy happily accept the intrusion.She stretches her fingers apart within Alice, brushing up against the slick skin of her inner walls and watching the way Alice pushes her hips back against Narcissas touch. She begins to pump in and out, picking up the speed and roughness of it with each passing moment.Wetness drips down Alice’s thighs as Narcissa fucks her up against the desk over and over again, the furniture shaking with the force of the movement.A muffled moan passes through Alice’s lips and the noise goes straight to Narcissas cunt. She pushes her own front against the flesh of Alice’s ass as she fucks into her, desperate for friction to provide any sort of relief, but not finding nearly enough. Alice shifts so her mouth is free, bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat as she pleads, “More, please.” Narcissa is in no place to deny her, adding a third finger and picking up the pace. It’s times like this she wished she had Alice splayed down against a mattress and a harness on her hips so she could truly take Alice apart, but this is certainly more than enough for now.Shit, what is she thinking. For now, as if this is something that could ever happen again.She leans down and presses a biting kiss to Alice’s shoulder as she continues fucking into her, feeling Alice stretch around her. They don’t speak save for Narcissas pants and Alice’s breathy moans, bitten back by her own teeth as she shoves her face down against her forearm to keep herself from letting out too much noise.Narcissa could get off on just the fact that Alice is so wrecked she can hardly contain herself.Her other hand holds onto Alice’s waist, aiding her movement and pushing her down against Narcissas fingers, hearing the way her breathy moans shift and evolve into desperate whines, each more broken and rough than the last.Alice is soaked beneath her touch, slick coating the insides of her thighs, ruining her underwear and coating Narcissas fingers and palm.She twists and spreads her fingers with each and every pump, watching Alice’s white-knuckled grip on the edge of the desk.She’s close, Narcissa could see that from a mile away. Bringing her lips up to Alice’s ear, she bites down on her ear lobe, tongue swiping across the skin beneath her teeth, hot breath fanning across Alice’s skin as she whispers, “Let go.” Alice bites her lip, a hand coming up behind her to tangle in Narcissas blonde hair. She turns her head, grabbing Narcissa in a messy, off-angled kiss. She can feel the way Alice clenches around her on the brink of an orgasm, legs shaking in a vain attempt to hold herself up.Narcissa swallows down her moans, feeling the other woman come apart beneath her touch as she comes, orgasm rattling every inch of her. Alice lets go of Narcissa and she picks up the pace of her fingers, slick noises and broken moans filling the small room.Fucking Alice through her orgasm, she doesn’t let up until Alice takes a deep breath, falling against the desk as she loses the strength to hold herself up. Narcissa lessens her pace until she comes to a stop, pulling her fingers out and making a vain attempt to wipe them off against Alice’s already-drenched thighs.Not wanting to ruin either of the girls clothes, she brings her three fingers to her lips and licks off the remainder of Alice on her fingers. Running a hand down Alice’s spine she puts her underwear back into place, watching as the woman pushes herself up with shaky hands. Narcissa tilts her head, taking a step back so Alice has room to breathe.“You okay?” Alice turns around, peering at Narcissa through sweaty locks of brown hair.She looks utterly wrecked—lipstick smeared on her chin and forearm, dark makeup running beneath her eyes. Even so, she looks as hot as ever.Her eyes are piercing in a way that almost invokes fear, if not for the amount of desire thrumming in Narcissas veins. Between her own legs, she’s soaked. “More than okay,” Alice breathes out finally, turning around and reaching for Narcissa. Narcissa lets her, biting back a grin as Alice’s hand finds the back of her neck and their lips find each other once more.The kiss is heated, laced with desperation and aggression as Alice turns them around, reaching one hand beneath Narcissas skirt and yanking her tights down in a way that probably rips them, but Narcissa will figure that out later. Their lips don’t break apart as Alice shoves her up against the desk, wrapping a hand around her thigh and lifting her up onto the piece of furniture, pulling her tights down to just below Narcissas knees and spreading her legs.Never has Narcissa been handled so roughly by someone else and liked it so much. She moans into Alice’s mouth as a hand cups her wet cunt over the fabric of her underwear, soaking through just as badly as Alice had been.She can feel Alice grin into the kiss and Narcissa bites back some snide remark in favor of shoving her tongue down Alice’s throat to keep her quiet. Alice doesn’t waste any time, desperation leeching off of both of them in waves as she moves Narcissas underwear aside, not even bothering to take them off properly just as Narcissa hadn’t.She only spends a moment exploring the dripping folds of Narcissas cunt before she teases two fingers at her entrance, eliciting a gasp from the woman. Narcissas arm wraps around Alice’s neck for leverage, one hand braced against the desk as she nods against Alice’s lips.The woman doesn’t need any more permission as she pushes two fingers into Narcissa, sliding in embarrassingly easily with how wet she is.Narcissa gasps and Alice kisses her to cover up the noise, spreading her fingers out within Narcissa, pumping them in and out.She’s not going to last long at the set pace, legs shaking and fingers twitching against Alice’s skin with each passing moment. Her head drops into the crook of Alice’s shoulder, biting and kissing the skin there because it’s the only thing she can reach.Alice fucks into her roughly without mercy and it’s nothing short of addicting. She lifts her head and kisses Alice messily, dying to taste the other woman on her tongue as the knot tightens in her stomach. Every part of her is alive with a rush of emotions—desire, anger, frustration, all of it. She moans into Alice’s lips, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her far too quickly. Part of her wants this to last forever, even if they can only occupy this classroom for so long before someone gets suspicious.She wants to lay Alice down and find out how many times she can take her apart. Wants to explore each and every inch of her beautiful body.She’s never felt like this for any of the men she’s been with. Shit. So this is what sex is supposed to feel like.She brings her hand up to tangle in Alice’s hair, yanking it as her orgasm catches her off guard, crashing against her in waves as she comes around Alice’s fingers. Alice whimpers against her lips, pace faltering as Narcissa tugs on her hair. They kiss through the orgasm, Narcissa biting down on Alice’s lip until she tastes blood. Alice pulls her fingers out of Narcissa and she whimpers at the loss, but she’s rewarded with the sight of Alice’s tongue wrapping around her wet fingers, cleaning them off with a dangerous look in her eyes. Both of them are silent as they catch their breath, nothing more than the heavy pants falling from their lips. Narcissa clears her throat, stepping off of the desk and fixing her underwear, pulling her tights back up. Her fingers brush across a run on her inner thigh from Alice’s blunt nails.It’s high up enough that it’ll be covered by the skirt, but part of her delights in knowing why it’s there. “Told you it was better than fighting,” Alice huffs as she reaches for the skirt she had stepped out of earlier. She pulls it back up her hips.“Okay, maybe you had a point. Doesn’t make me want to tear your throat out any less.” Alice quirks a brow at her, the corner of her mouth pulling up in a teasing smirk. She runs her fingers gently over the red marks on her neck—some of which will fade by the end of the day, some that may bruise.“I think you already tried that.” There’s a knock on the door, startling both of them.Sirius Blacks voice comes through the door after he tries the doorknob, only to find it locked. Narcissa hadn’t locked it, meaning Alice had. Causing her to wonder if this had been her plan all along.“Alice, please tell me you did not actually kill her.” Narcissa bites back a laugh as Alice calls back, “We’re fine. Be out in a bit.”“Halloween party in an hour, hurry up,” Sirius shouts before they can hear the sound of footsteps receding. Alice turns her attention back to Narcissa, crossing her arms. It’s clear in their shared stature that neither of them really know what to do now. Finally, Alice clears her throat.“I am sorry. For ignoring you those years ago. I was new and everyone was trying to get a bite of me, I just assumed you were just another little shit trying to tear me apart.” “In your defense,” Narcissa huffs out words she can’t believe she’s saying. “I kind of was.” Alice chuckles, raising her eyebrows briefly. She takes a step shortening the space between them. Her fingers play with the fabric of Narcissas skirt.“You really do look wonderful in green.”“Alice,” is all she says, flicking her eyes up to meet the other woman’s.She reaches up and brushes a stray lock of blonde out of her face.“We probably should have done this a long time ago.”“The sex? I agree,” Narcissa teases, laughing at the way Alice rolls her eyes.“Yes, yes, we should have. Will I see you at the party?”“Perhaps.”Alice reaches for one of the discarded papers that had fallen to the floor.
She rips off a part of the sketch that’s blank, grabbing a pen from the desk and writing something down before handing it to Narcissa.When she looks down, she sees a phone number etched in a messy scrawl. Of course, despite being fundamentally perfect, Alice would have horrible handwriting. “My house number,” Alice tells her. Her posture evokes confidence, but Narcissa can see the uncertainty in her eyes. “I hope you use it.”Narcissa clears her throat. “We can’t do anything like this in public.”“I’m okey with that.” Alice looks at her with a smile.“I’ll call.” Narcissa does actually know how electricity works thanks to her younger self’s curiosity and there just so happens to be a phone box close to her home.Alice bites back a smile, color filling her cheeks as she steps back from Narcissa, eyes darting to the locked door.“We should probably get out of here, shouldn’t we?” “Before Sirius starts thinking you’re trying to come up with ways to hide my body, yeah, I think we should,”Alice laughs at that, she throws her head back. Narcissa pushes past Alice and heads for the door, rushing to fix her hair before she opens it. Before she can leave, Alice comes up to her, licking her thumb and reaching to rub lipstick off of Narcissas chin. “I think you’ll take a bit longer to put yourself back together.”Narcissa just shakes her head. Before Alice leaves, she says, “I’ll see you at the party.”