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I blinked and lay paralyzed from the bright light for a few minutes. Who the hell had just opened the door? I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. I knew this looked bad. Really bad. Lucius and I were both red-cheeked and disheveled. I was topless and Lucius was pinning me to the ground. This certainly wasn't the kind of situation you wanted someone to walk in on you during.

Lucius reacted much more quickly than me. He slipped off of me in an easy, smooth movement and threw my sweater haphazardly over my chest so I wouldn't have to embarrass myself. Then he wrapped an arm around my shoulder protectively to protect me from whoever had entered the room. If it was Tom, I should probably go and kill myself now. I mean, we all knew just how much trouble Lucius and I would get into if Tom found us in foreplay like this. I crossed my fingers, shut my eyes tightly, and prayed that it would be anyone but Tom. Certainly Tom was the worst person who could find us here.

When I finally braved it and opened my eyes, I saw that it wasn't much better. It wasn't Tom standing in the room. However, it was my sister Bellatrix. Her lips had formed a thin line, her eyes were quite wide, and she looked like she wanted to punch someone. Snarling down at us, she took a step into the room and hissed, "What the fuck do you think you two are doing? You know Tom's orders. I'm positive by now that you do. You chose to disobey them...how could you?"

Uh oh, this situation was only getting worse and worse by the moment. Seriously though, how had Bella known that Tom had forbid Lucius and me from seeing each other? I guessed that the two did spend a lot of time with each other, but still. Curiosity overpowering my fear for a moment, I asked in puzzlement, "But how did you know we were in here?"

It did seem pretty ironic that Bella just happened to find the broom closet Lucius and I were making out in. After all, there were like fifty broom closets in all of Hogwarts. Bella didn't seem at all fazed by my question. In an expressionless voice, she replied, "Tom send me to follow you, bitch. How else did you think I would find you?"

Now that I thought about it, it all made a lot of sense. No wonder I had been feeling like someone was watching me all the time. Someone had been watching me. Well, spying on me was more like it. How dare Tom? He had no right to send Bella after Lucius and me. My body still craved Lucius' touch and I couldn't help but wonder how far we would've gotten if Bella hadn't interrupted us.

"Narcissa, how could you?" Bella asked as she leaned down and looked into my face. There was a crazy look in her eyes and for a moment, I thought she had lost her marbles. She impulsively leaned down, grabbed my shoulders, and shook me hard. She shook me so hard that she ended up smashing my head against the wall in the process. Stars started spinning and I felt like I was going to faint. As I've said before, I was feeling pretty weak. It didn't take much to send me spirling off to darkness.

Lucius yanked Bella's hand off my shoulder and flung it away with a nasty expression on his face. Looking up at her with cold hatred, he replied quietly, "You'd hurt your own sister? You'd regret that for the rest of your life you know." Would she? Maybe before. But now? Bella seemed like there was nothing she wanted more than to hurt me at the moment.

Her next action totally proved my suspicions. She yanked her wand out of her pocket and pointed it towards my chest...well, the sweater that was doing a lousy job of covering my chest anyways. Before Bella could get a spell out, Lucius was standing in front of me and was pointing his wand at Bella's chest. In his slick, cool voice, he said, "Why don't you just settle down now, hm? There's no need for anyone to get hurt. Besides, there's no need to cause trouble."

"This is trouble!" Bella hissed back, sounding rather hysterical. "You disobeyed the Dark Lord's orders! And besides, you had your hands all over my motherfucking sister! Why do you want her anyways? Leave her alone for god's fucking sake! You can do so much better than her anyways. I mean, just look at her! She looks like an eight-year-old and she's doesn't even have tits-"

"Crucio!" Lucius swiped his wand through the air. Red sparks hit Bella in the chest. She immediately fell to the ground and started moaning and groaning in pain as she twisted and writhed on the floor. Lucius watched her with a nasty expression on his face. Feeling it was safe to get up, I stood and joined Lucius' side. Holding the sweater up to my chest, I gave him a nervous look and said, "Um, Lucius? I don't think you should keep doing that. It's an unforgivable curse. You could get into huge trouble if someone knew you were using it. People go to prisoner cells in Azkaban for that."

Lucius contemplated my reasoning and then finally pulled his wand down. I couldn't help but notice that he didn't put it completely away though. Bella lay panting and still on the floor below us. Her hair was all over the place and her eyes showed the deepest hatred I had ever seen before. Once she caught her breath and sprung to her feet, she turned to Lucius and hissed, "This isn't other. The Dark Lord will surely hear of this." Bella turned to me and said, "I can't believe I actually use to like you. You're the worst sister ever. And you're the ugliest too. No wonder mother never liked you all that much."

With that said, Bella turned and hurried out of the broom closet. Lucius and I were finally left alone again. Glad for the privacy, I took a shuddering breath and leaned against the wall to stay upright. I no longer had enough strength to have sex and instead of feeling turned on, I felt totally miserable at this point. I couldn't believe Bella had been so cruel. First, she had threatened to curse me. And secondly, she had called me ugly and the worst sister that a girl could have.

Why did Bella have to be so mean? She knew just how sensitive I was to my appearance. She knew that her comment would send me into days of depression. The only answer to all this was that Bella had changed. She no longer cared about me. I was no longer her little sister and the girl who was also her best friend. Now I was an enemy.

I fought the tears that had risen from being called ugly and attempted to catch my breath. Lucius' arms were instantly around me and he was pulling me against his chest. I fell against him and used his shoulder to quiet my sobs. Once I had calmed down, Lucius took a small step away from me and met my eyes. He reached out and attempted to take the sweater that I was holding in front of my chest away. Before, I had begging him to get rid of it. Now, I felt ugly and hideous due to Bella's comments.

Clinging to the sweater, I shook my head at Lucius and said softly, "Don't. I don't want you to have to look at me. My body is shit. Bellatrix is right; you could do so much better." I had thought this same thing for a while. I had always thought that Lucius was too good for me. Bella had just confirmed the notion that I had been trying to ignore.

Ruthless anger filled Lucius' eyes and he went ahead and ripped the sweater away from me. He slipped it back over my shoulders and started redoing the bottom buttons to it. In a voice in which he tried to control his emotions, Lucius replied to me, "Fuck Bella. Fuck every single little piece of shit that came out of her fucking mouth. The bitch has no idea what she's talking about. You're beautiful, Cissa. Your body is perfect. You don't have to be scared."

As nice as Lucius' words were, I couldn't quite believe them. He was probably lying just to make me feel better about myself. I was fat and ugly. At least, that's what I had complained about many times before and now Bella agreed with me. Wanting to protest, I said, "You wouldn't know if I'm beautiful or not. It's not like you've seen me stripped down before."

There was a silence and Lucius paused as he was rebuttoning one of the buttons on my sweater. Wondering why in the world he hadn't said anything, I gave him a questioning look and raised an eyebrow. Not meeting my gaze exactly, Lucius admitted, "I have seen you naked before, Narcissa, so that reasoning isn't going to work with me."

"Wait...what?" I blurted out, swimming in confusion. Lucius hadn't seen me naked before. At least, I was pretty sure he hadn't seen me that way. My god, was I losing my memory or what? Hands still resting motionless on the button, Lucius replied quietly, "You know, that time Walden tried to rape you and I came to rescue you?"

Oh right. Now I remembered it. Walden had ripped off all the clothes from my body by the time Lucius had gotten to me. Of course he had seen me naked before. Shit. That only worsened my mood right now. Throwing up my hands in front of my body as if to shield Lucius from me, I frowned, "But you shouldn't have seen me like that. It's just...not right! And besides, now you know how ugly I am. Since you know, what are you doing with me right now?" Confusion flooded my brain as well to help muddle up my thoughts even more. Great. That was the last thing I needed right now.

"What Walden did to you wasn't right. Sometimes things in life just aren't right," Lucius explained to me calmly. Trying to reassure me, he continued on, "Besides, it's not like I got a good look at you. You were standing across the hallway when I cursed Walden. After that, I didn't look at you until you had your dress back on."

I thought about this and a retort instantly came to mind. Fixing Lucius with an evil stare, I said, "Alright then. Since you didn't get a good look at me, then you don't know what I really look like. So for all you know, I could have a really fat stomach and the world's smallest tits and really flabby thighs or something."

Lucius, who had obviously been winning to hope the battle, frowned and replied, "Why do you have to argue with me all the damn time? Do you really think that I care if you have small tits?" Lucius had one eyebrow raised and was looking at me kind of disdainfully. Wondering why he was giving me that kind of look, I replied instantly, "Well yeah, all guys care about that kind of thing. I mean, who doesn't? Nobody wants a girl with small tits or-"

"Narcissa!" Lucius said my name loud enough to make me stop speaking. Frowning at him, I folded my arms over my chest as if to hide my breasts. There probably wasn't any point in doing that, but it made me slightly better not to give Lucius a good view of them. Lucius placed one hand on top of mine and when he spoke, his voice was gentle.

"Cissa, I don't care, alright? I just want you. Your body doesn't make up who you are," Lucius explained. I was, of course, immediately confused. Of course your body made up who you were! What was Lucius talking about? Looking at him in confusion, I replied, "Um, no, my body makes up me. It defines who I am."

"No, it doesn't," Lucius replied firmly, shaking his head at me with a small smile. "I had no idea you were this argumentative when I met you. But anyways, it's your soul that makes you up. Nobody else has my Cissa's soul. You're the only girl I want, okay?" Lucius stroked my hands gently and looked up urgently into my eyes.