It was common knowledge that when it came to Bellatrix and Andromeda Black there was no braking charm that could stop them. It wasn’t surprising, then, to Narcissa that Andromeda seemed unable to keep away from Ted Tonks. It made her anxious. It was because of this anxiety building up in her chest like layer upon layer of heavy concrete that Cissy was unable to find sleep.

Her feet carried her down the dimly lit staircase and into the freezing common room. The fire had gone out. Feeling wary, Narcissa glanced over her shoulder. She felt a pair of eyes on her and hugged the pink robes against her torso. As she heard a rustling, Narcissa regretted leaving her wand behind. In an instant a hand was clasped over her mouth and she could feel the tip of a wand along the middle of her spine.

“No, no,” whispered a male voice teasingly.

Instinct clouded senses and Narcissa bit down on the hand. Her legs geared into action only to be yanked back by her own nightgown. The sound of fabric tearing caused a furious blush to appear across her cheeks, before her lips were assaulted by the stranger’s mouth.