sadisticalecto:

“What are you doing here, Antonin?”

“I’m visiting my best friend, Alecto, I can’t do that?” 

“Not without Lucy throwing a fit or bursting in here… Where is she?”

“Let’s not talk about her right now.”

Alecto hated life after Hogwarts, plain and simple. Life seemed to get progressively worse as the years went on, not remembering a happy memory since before she told Antonin that she loved him. The list of bad seemed like it could go on forever; Starting at the beginning, she never got to see her best friend apart from missions the dark lord sent them on. She didn’t expect them to see each other every day, but she didn’t expect to never see him, either. Alecto busied herself in the kitchen by making coffee, glancing at the man who sat in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.

The most recent hardship she had to go through was the death of her betrothed, Regulus Black. They’d been arranged to marry each other since their seventh year and Regulus had suggested that they make a real relationship out of it. Alecto had no objections seeing as how the man she loved would never be hers, especially now that she was betrothed. Following their departure of Hogwarts, Regulus and Alecto got a flat together, finding it appropriate for their situation since they were both Death Eaters as well. It didn’t take long, however, for Voldemort to sniff out the traitor among them, sentencing Regulus to a bloody and painful death at the hands of his peers. Alecto had been forced to be present, to prove that she was still with them, that she had never faltered, but it tore at Alecto’s heart to see someone she cared for so much in so much pain. She had almost loved Regulus; he had been good to her, treating her wonderfully, loving her fully… She wanted so desperately to love him back.

She shook her head, clearing the thoughts away, not wanting to make herself upset again… it felt like it had just happened. So here she was, living in the large flat by herself, living off of the small fortune Regulus had left her that had been untouched by his family.  Alecto turned, leaning back against the counter with a coffee mug in her hands as she looked at her best friend. It hurt. It hurt to see him and just be in his presence after so long, months of missions and meetings, she couldn’t remember the last time he was here.  Looking down into the pitch black coffee, she sighed as she heard him make a noise in the back of his throat. She idly wondered what he was thinking about. She pushed off the counter and approached the muscular man and his brooding cloud, and held out the cup of coffee to him as an offering. After he took it, she returned to the pot and made herself a cup, being sure to add plenty of milk and sugar.  

“Not to be rude, Antonin,” she started quietly. “But what are you doing here?” She asked, tilting her head to the side in a curious manner.

She took notice as he moved the cup of coffee to the other side of him, picking his knife back up and stabbing lightly into the floor. Had Alecto been anyone else, she would have been intimidated, scared even, but she knew him better to ever think he’d hurt her; no, instead she was just worried what was going through his head as he absently stabbed at the floor. She saw, too late it seemed, that he also had a bandage on his arm, but couldn’t remember him getting hurt on their last excursion. The Dark Lord had sent him out without her… Alecto frowned, angry that she wasn’t there to watch his back like always… like she’d done since they were four. She moved with her cup of coffee sit next to her, her body turned towards him, not minding the knife that was dug into the floor in front of her.

“Antonin?” She said, her hand moving to rest on his leg. 

-severus-snape:

Severus felt the morning light shining on him. He kept his eyes closed, a moment longer. He was warm and comfortable, though his left arm was slightly numb, and didn’t want to open them yet and face the cold truths of his world quite yet. He felt a kiss on his chest and then he was squeezed. His first thought was that Antonin had somehow gotten a snake up into their room and had placed it with him. His eyes flew open, his heart starting to hammer wildly behind his ribcage. 

Glancing at his torso, he saw not the scaled body of the reptile, but Narcissa’s lovely golden locks. Her eyes shut, lashes resting on her pink cheeks, as her arm wrapped around him. He let out a breath, the memories of the night coming back to him. He moved his left hand, wincing a bit as pins and needles poked at him, and gently ran his hand through her hair. 

He would surely get in trouble if anyone found out …. all they had to do was wait for most of the house to go down to breakfast — but what about her roommates?

Not wanting to wake her yet, Severus shifted his hips away from her so she wouldn’t have to deal with his morning arousal.

Narcissa felt Severus’ hand in her hair and felt him shift beneath her as she wrapped her arm around him. She slowly opened her tired eyes and turned so she could look at Severus, flashing him a warm smile.

“Good morning, handsome,” she said, her hand traveling up his chest. She blushed. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry about that.” She looked up at him through her lashes. She glanced around the room, satisfied to find that no other boys were there and that they were alone. Narcissa laid her chin on his chest, her face towards him, but her eyes closed. 

“How much time do we have?” She asked, not sure if she wanted to know because she didn’t want to leave or if she did, wanting to go shower and put fresh clothes. Due to how she was raised, she felt embarrassed that she slept in her clothes. It was silly, but she couldn’t help it.

(Source: narcissalorem, via -severus-snape-deactivated20120)

Narcissa groaned as she woke up, burying her face into her pillow… or at least she thought it was her pillow. She opened her eyes when her pillow was harder than she thought it should be, and found that she was laying on someone. Glancing up she was relieved to find Severus’ face. She grinned up at him, not sure if he was awake or not even though his eyes were closed. Narcissa brought her hand up rubbing his chest before wrapping it around his torso, pulling herself closer to him as she lightly kissed his chest. Laying her head back down on his chest, enjoying laying with him in the early morning hours. 

“It’s from a mu-” he stopped himself. He didn’t want her to know he read muggle literature, “It’s this book I found in the library.”

He leaned over, grabbed the book, and flipped it open to the page he had last been on. Clearing his throat, he softly read:

My hert I gave the not to do it payn,
But to preserve it was to the taken
I served the not to be forsaken,
But that I should be rewarded again
I was content thy servaunt to remayn,
But not to be payed under this fasshion
Nowe syns in the is none othr reason,
Displease the not if that I do refrain
Unsaciat of my woo and thy desir
Assured be craft to excuse thy fault.
But syns it please the to fain a default
Farewell I say, parting from the fyer.
For he that belevith bering in hand,
Ploweth in water and soweth in the sand.

Narcissa could barely keep her eyes open, her lids feeling heavy now that she was starting to calm down. Drowsily she nuzzled into Severus’ chest, mumbling quietly, “Shakespeare, isn’t it?” She asked, remembering hearing something like that from a classmate, or maybe Andromeda had read something like this to out loud while Narcissa had been listening in.

She didn’t hear his answer, however, because as soon as the question was out of her mouth, she had dozed off, her breathing even and deep as she cuddled Severus.

(Source: narcissalorem, via -severus-snape-deactivated20120)