Author's Note: Listen along with Black Narcissus by Lily Frost, & Nightmare by SHINee.

-Thank you kindly to mrs. milfoy for betaing.-

Chapter 2 – Black Narcissus

Draco lay sprawled out over the duvet on the oversized bed waiting for something he couldn't anticipate. His hair still damp from a shower, pajama bottoms hung loosely around his hips – signs he attempted to occupy his mind with mundane tasks to little avail. After all he wound up thinking about what Bellatrix was telling Narcissa in order to counter it and blame his aunt's poor grasp on reality. The core of his worry was what his mother would think of such a sick revelation about her own son's hidden desire. Her rejection of him in any form would devastate him – push him to his own insanity. He feared this becoming reality; she was all he had left to fight for. He needed her. Bellatrix was going to mortally ruin him, intentionally or not.

His eyes narrowed, recalling something peculiar from earlier. 'Bella mentioned she had been with mother intimately before. That is just as abnormal as my... predicament.' Pessimism quickly interfered. 'She could've lied about it just to fuck with me. Bloody wench.'

Hours seemed to pass while Draco was lost in thoughts of despair. Light from the rising half-moon shined through the open draped windows nearby, allowing the shadows of hazy clouds and tall trees conduct a play on the walls and high ceiling. Their movements slowly became a hypnotizing dance and Draco felt himself slip into unknown sleep.

Draco had not heard the gentle knocking coming from the door or the call of his name to signal someone was present. It was when a soft hand brushed across his shoulder did he realize his mother looked down upon him from beside the bed. Startled, he jerked quickly upright and turned to face her. Widened eyes made full contact with her gentle gaze.

"Bloody hell, mum! You scared the piss out of me." Draco puffed out in mild annoyance; physically relaxing once he realized it was his mother standing before him.

Narcissa's lips lightly pursed – a silent disapproval of such language quietly dismissed. "You didn't respond when I knocked." She paused to perch herself on the edge of his bed. "I came to see how you were doing."

Draco eyed his mother carefully, attempting to read her body language for signs of resentment toward him. He became quickly distracted. Moonlight illuminated off her exposed skin, his eyes skimmed over her washed out face and neckline, over her collarbone, down her arms. The black silk night slip seemed to swallow the light that should be shimmering off the fabric, but it was something Draco didn't care to fully notice. He swallowed, captivated by Narcissa's appearance. A hidden goddess sculpted from the moon. He almost had forgotten to process her statement for hidden messages of meaning.

"Bellatrix mentioned you seemed… distracted during your session." Narcissa continued, pulling a leg up to rest it on the bed and tucking her foot under her leg. She leaned closer to her son, a thin strap slipped from her shoulder from the motion.

Draco's eyes flicked downward to the over exposed thigh. His heart skipped a beat while blood rushed to his groin.

"Have something on your mind?" Narcissa asked curiously, not appearing to notice his blatant gawking. Instead it felt as if she was encouraging it.

"Someone..." He corrected before realizing, feeling his face flush at the meaning behind the word as he turned his head away from her. 'You...'

Her expression became thoughtful for a moment, processing the simple correction to the question. Draco dared to not look back at her; instead he stared off at the far wall. Worried she'd see right through him and know he was hiding something. She still hadn't made a verbal declaration that Bellatrix told her anything, other than he was simply distracted.

Narcissa shifted, re-catching Draco's attention. He watched her move the other leg onto the bed and into the lotus position, the motion caused the night slip to further gather up at the hip. He stared for longer than intended at his mother's long toned legs, fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and touch the silky skin. He forced himself to meet her now unreadable expression, trying to find a hint of disgust, disappointment, or concern for his staring. Nothing.

This did not help the ever growing desire that lingered in his abdomen, his mind slowly started to lose sense as Narcissa gazed at him. A glimmer of seduction flashed in her eyes as she smiled. The expression caused his jaw to slack and fall open. Discomfort in his groin quickly arose because of the way he was positioned, yet it kept his hardening cock hidden from her view.

"Someone has caught your attention? Who's the lucky girl?" She asked in follow up, yet her tone seemed off for such questions.

'I dare not say, mother. It'd scare you away...' He looked away from her suddenly, exasperated with himself as he bit his tongue. She was not making it easy by the way she dismissed her modesty with no care. It was very unlike her, or so he thought. His mind must be teasing him; Bellatrix is somehow tricking his mind to see his mother this way. All for her twisted fun, and to further taunt him with what she discovered.

"Draco," Hearing his name escape from her lips had him involuntarily shutter with anticipation. "Are you okay?"

He did not respond, instead pretending to not hear her again. All too soon a gentle hand curled under his chin, little encouragement was needed to have him turn his head to face her. Narcissa was on her hand and knees, gown hung loosely off the petite figure. Draco swallowed as he eyed the exposed perky breasts underneath. She brushed the blond fringe from his brow before resting her hand over his forehead. "You are clammy. Do you need something?"

Draco closed his eyes and let out a calming breath, finally accepting the strangeness of this occurrence. It was now or never. He didn't want to bottle it up anymore, didn't want to question it or himself. The desire was already driving him mad.

"I just want one thing..." He said no louder than a whisper, knowing his voice would tremble otherwise. He opened his eyes to immediately see his mother glowing in front of him. Lifting his hand to her face, Draco lightly caressed her cheek, down her neck and shoulders as if he were painting on a delicate canvas. His hand gently curled around his mother's forearm, pulling her to him as he leaned in. Tilting his head enough so his lips could brush against her cheek, his breath hot on her face. "...You, Narcissa."

A moan escaped her; it was the first time he called her by name. A ripple of sensation spread throughout her body and to her wanting core. "Take me."

Draco made no hesitation in accepting her request, only allowing himself to quickly remove one leg from his pajama bottoms. It was all that was required to free his aching cock from its prison. He pulled her onto his lap; a puff of held breath escaped him when he felt her already naked cunt rub against his length. His arms wrapped around her body firmly as Narcissa straddled him before lowering herself on him. Draco seemed to coil around her figure with his upper body, burying his face in her shoulder where a groan was released once he felt his member slide deep inside her. She mimicked this sound into his neck. Her hands ran down his bare back seductively, his muscles constricted at her touch.

Narcissa moved her hips forward, sending a jolt of pleasure through Draco's body. She craved for this sin as much as he did. Longed for it but never acted upon it until now. A growl came from deep in Draco's chest in response, his silver eyes shined with desire in the moonlight as they took her in. Head tilted back, lips parted, Narcissa arched her back just a tad, savoring the feeling it provided her from within. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders from the sensation when Draco shifted his hips. Wrapping an arm around her, he urged her to be guided down onto the mattress. The way they both moved fluidly into the new position as if it had been done a hundred times before.

Draco mewled at the foreign feeling of his cock moving inside her as they shifted, though it was not unpleasant. He watched her intently, taking in her glowing body before he leaned down to kiss her. Narcissa turned her head at the last moment so he only caught the corner of her mouth, yet she responded by running her nails down his back gently. His body awkwardly thrust against her in response to the feeling.

"Oh, yes." She purred, uncaring of the amateur-like move he made. He nibbled and nipped at the base of her neck, moving his hands over every part of her body that he could reach. Unsure why he was not able to find the hem of the night slip Narcissa still wore as his hands explored her, wishing to remove it entirely. Instead it felt as if it became a part of her, like how she seemed to mold into his body perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Narcissa curled her own legs around his, pulling them as close as possible. The tight, constricting pulls of her hot core folding around him with each slow pump of his hips had him almost unravel each time. "You feel so divine, witch." Draco breathed into her ear. "I've wanted you for so long…"

"Then show me," She commanded, leaning into him to catch his lower lip in her teeth. Draco hissed at the pain through gritted teeth. He attempted to kiss her, yet she retreated before he could make contact. Narcissa tangled her hands into his hair and pulled him to her, greedily nipping at his collarbone and neck. The pain from it quickly became enticing and it soon triggered a primal like instinct within Draco. With a firm nudge her back pushed into the mattress, tearing her teeth from his shoulder. The pain at this point only mixed with pleasure. His thrusts grew rougher and more vigorous, captivated and pleased by the inaudible words and panting gasps coming from Narcissa. Taking them as signs that his novice method of choice was more than acceptable.

He leaned in and bit at her collarbone, moving up to her neck while a hand trailed down from her shoulder to a breast. He teased the concealed budded nipple he found.

"So fucking beautiful." Draco muttered into her shoulder. He was so close. He wanted her to be, too.

His attempt to kiss her failed once more, feeling her cheek brush against his lips while he felt her breath tickle against his ear. The lids of his eyes felt heavy with sleep suddenly and they closed against his will. A strange hiss came from Narcissa in that moment. 'No. Not now.'

"Draco..."

Draco struggled to force his eyes open, wanting to see her unravel beneath him, needing to drink in her contorted expressions of pleasure and desire that he provided her. The room grew deathly silent around him, no longer hearing their ragged breaths and cries of ecstasy. He was losing control. Narcissa's legs grew tighter around him; feeling was quickly lost in his lower extremities. His arm started burning, jarring his focus from pleasure to searing pain in a heartbeat.

His eyes opened wide suddenly despite the earlier struggle, discovering his mother was no longer underneath him. Instead a white skull lay where her head was, embers burned in a void behind the eye sockets. A large black snake's head protruded out of the mouth, its body emerged from the skull that was now tightly coiled around his body.

A cold yet familiar hissing voice came from the snake. "You are mine!" Draco attempted to yelp in utter horror yet his voice was lost, struggling became impossible. All he could do was close his eyes as the snake made a swift strike for his face with bared fangs.

"Wake up you little prat or I'll Crucio you!" An angry snarl penetrated Draco's ears followed with a harsh slap against his cheek. The gesture jostled him awake. Terrified, his eyes flew open, sitting upright almost instantly. Breathing erratic, his heart slamming against his rib cage, he looked up to find his aunt towering over him. Pure annoyance burned in her dark eyes. It took him a second to notice she stood right on top of his bed and him.

"What the bloody fuck, Bella!" He yelled, fear from his nightmare quickly replaced with fury. Attempting to further conceal his still raging member beneath a pillow and bedding. His left arm throbbed and he looked to examine the livid Dark Mark inked into his forearm. His expression became a mixture of puzzled rage at what he saw. Bellatrix promptly hopped from the bed to the floor while still facing Draco, sensing his confused emotions. She grabbed his wrist and jerked it toward her. Suddenly very close to the side of his face, her wild curled tendrils brushed heavily against his neck and shoulder, but her attention was directed at his forearm.

"The Dark Lord calls for us, little nephew." She whispered, lightly tracing over Draco's Mark with a fingernail as she gazed at it almost lovingly. Bellatrix released his wrist a moment later. "I came to see to it you weren't late. He does not like to be kept waiting." She growled. Eyes narrowed viciously when Draco didn't start hastily untangling himself from his bedding to get ready to meet their Lord.

Draco fumbled with the duvet. Somehow it became tightly twisted around most of his body. He didn't remember getting under it before nodding off. Then again, his dream had felt very real so he may have done it unknowingly in his sleep. It was still dark out; the moon was much higher in the sky making everything in his room look like hazy grey silhouettes from the lack of light. He took in a sharp breath when his feet made contact with the cold floor. Making quick large strides to a nearby chair where he had carelessly tossed his hooded cloak days before, trying to keep his little problem hidden as discreetly as possible.

Pulling the black Egyptian cotton over him, he noticed Bellatrix stood at the foot of his bed – arms crossed and a wicked smirk on her face as she watched him. His eyes glinted in annoyance. "What?"

She tilted her head upward, jutting her chin out as she contemplated a response. "Nothing," she stated. Suddenly appearing busy by twirling her fingers around her hair and turning her attention to the task. Draco rolled his eyes as he secured his cloak and stepped into black loafers. "Were you enjoying your filthy little dream, Drakey?" She taunted suddenly, a smile splitting across her face.

Draco shot across the floor to grab his wand resting on the nightstand in a heartbeat, outraged at the knowledge Bellatrix had either been meddling in his head or purposely manipulating his dream in her favor. Turning quickly with a quick flick of his wand, he fired the first spell he thought of at his aunt. The blue jet of light disintegrated as quickly as it was cast and, before he registered what fully happened, he was thrown to the floor by a Tripping Jinx.

A cackle of laughter erupted nearby. "Petty child's play!" She mocked as Draco scrambled to get up. "But thank you for confirming my theory. Though your friend gave you away from the start."

Bellatrix was already at the door when he threw another curse her way; she easily blocked it and returned the gesture with a nasty curse of her own. Draco thankfully blocked it in time, watching as the vibrant purple spell ate away his shield like acid.

"You wretched cunt!" He spat, not daring to continue a duel he'd certainly lose.

Bellatrix clicked her tongue at him in disapproval at such foul language - not like her mouth was any cleaner. "Better luck next time, little twat!" She hissed, disappearing behind the door before Draco could do anything else. He swore loudly, clenching blond hair in hands with seething rage. Not able to do anything about the situation now, he stormed out of his room hot on his aunt's trail to get this summons over with.

Author's Note: Ask and you shall receive. I gave you some Narco action, but perhaps not in the way you expected? Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. Keep checking back for a sister piece titled Lessons in Discipline starring a lot of Dracotrix and, if the title hasn't given it away, discipline... the good kind. Shh...