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OUTTAKE – NARCISSA GETS REVENGE

Severus and Narcissa sat in the elegant and richly appointed small dining room in Malfoy Manor's west wing.

'Do you like your elf wine, Severus?' Narcissa asked sweetly.

Severus paused, looking at the glass suspiciously, but shook the niggling thought away and answered his usual affirmative, 'No, I hate elf wine.'

Veritaserum – Merlin's Balls she did it again! Severus realised.

He hissed as a smirk slid over Narcissa's face.

Severus hastily moved to stand and she swished her wand. Silk ropes leaped out of her wand and wrapped around him, pulling him back firmly into the chair and holding unyieldingly.

'I am sorry, my dear Severus. But I am Draco's mother and simply must know the truth.'

'It is not any of your business, Cissa,' he replied as he struggled against the bindings.

'I disagree, my dear Severus,' Narcissa replied with a dismissive wave. 'Tell me her name.'

'His girlfriend's name is Luna Lovegood,' Severus dodged.

'The name of his ex-girlfriend.'

'He has had many – I don't know them all.'

Narcissa gave him a withering look.

'What is the name of—'

'Cissa, he won't want you to interfere,' Severus said with gritted teeth as he tried to slip his hand between some silk.

'What is the name of Draco's last girlfriend before Ms Lovegood?' Narcissa asked while checking her wand.

Severus groaned, fighting the compulsion to answer.

Narcissa sighed and slipped her wand into a pocket. Gliding over to him, she settled in his lap and ran her hands down his face. Kissing him with a sultry softness, then moving seductively from his lips and down his neck.

Severus' mind focused on the beautiful woman that he loved so dearly who was now sitting so suggestively on his lap.

She returned the kiss to his lips and he moaned.

'What is the name of Draco's last girlfriend before Ms Lovegood?'

'Hermione Granger,' he moaned in replied, before yanking his head back in horror. 'Cissa!'

'Oh I kissed you because I'm attracted to you, although it serving a second purpose is a keen advantage,' Narcissa replied. 'You do recall what house I was in don't you, my dear Severus?'

'Draco swore me to silence – you made me break my oath,' Severus scolded.

'I did,' she agreed easily. 'But, Draco knows I do not take no for an answer,' she continued, running her hand through his hair as the second drifted into the top of her corset and she removed a small vial.

'The antidote?' Severus asked as he looked at the familiar colour and texture of the potion.

'Yes,' Narcissa replied, pulling the stopper and putting the vial to his lips in offering.

Drinking the potion, Severus blinked as the potion reversed the previous concoction that had laced his elf wine.

'You don't seem to be objecting to the silk anymore,' Narcissa noted.

'Why would I?' Severus asked, eyes slightly glazed with desire.

Narcissa's mouth twitched. 'Maybe later,' she said as she tapped the silk restraints and they feel to the ground.

'I'll hold you to that,' Severus replied, wrapping his arm around her waist.

'Good,' Narcissa replied and kissed him once more. Eventually she pulled away. 'As pleasant a distraction as this is, I have some things I must arrange.'

Knowing what she was thinking, Severus cautioned, 'Draco will be upset if you do anything.'

'I thought he was over the girl.'

'He is, mostly anyway. He had moved on and I think he would prefer not to think on her any further. If you do something, he will be forced to consider what happens and feel pity for her.'

'My dear Severus, that girl broke my son's heart and I will not stand for it. Now why didn't he tell me he was dating the girl?'

'He didn't tell anyone.'

'He told you.'

'Only after they broke up – apparently she wanted to keep it a secret until they decided they were serious and then until she told her friends.'

'So they weren't serious? Draco sounded like he was…'

'They were serious, she was putting off telling her friends.'

'For how long? Days?'

Severus stayed silent.

'Weeks‽' Narcissa asked, voice pitch heightening.

Severus avoided her eyes.

'Months?' Narcissa snarled.

'Yes,' Severus admitted.

Narcissa's eyes flashed in fury. 'I'll kill her,' she hissed, jumping up and moving towards the exit.

Severus bounced up and grabbed her arm, swivelling her back towards him.

'You want to end up in Azkaban?'

'I can be discreet.'

'No, you can't kill or maim her.'

'I can and I will.'

'Don't – Draco still has some feelings for her.'

'All the more important, I can't have him ever go back to her.'

'He won't – not ever, of that I am certain.'

Narcissa paused and looked at him searchingly.

Severus sighed and dropped his olccumency shields. Narcissa dived in and sorted his conversation with Draco.

Eventually withdrawing. 'Very well, I won't kill her. But she will be punished.'

'Cissa,' Severus sighed.

'I'm sorry that the evening must end here, but once it is sorted – and you will know when – come back here and we will revisit the silk ties.'

Severus groaned, leaned in to kiss her firmly once more, and then left her to her own devices. A promise not to kill the girl who broke her son's heart was as much as he would be able to extract from the protective, vengeful witch.

Dear Rita,

I am curious to hear about your latest muse. Would you like to join me for a nightcap at my home this evening?

Cordially,

N.M.

Narcissa tied the letter to her fastest owl and released the bird into the inky night, listening to the flapping wings until they faded.

Rita Skeeter usually worked most of the night – scandals more frequently occurring during that timeframe – and so figured the witch would receive her missive soon. Unless Rita had a delicious scoop, she wouldn't take long to arrive, so Narcissa promptly relocated to the sitting room by the entrance floo and prepared some tea.

It was only a few minutes later that the floo alert dinged through the room and Narcissa poured the tea while the house elf showed her guest in.

'Miss Skeeter, Mistress,' the little elf said as it stepped into the room.

'Thank you, Lacy,' Narcissa said to the elf which promptly disappeared. 'Rita, thank you for much for coming.'

'Narcissa, as if I could resist your delightful invitation. How are you?'

'Very well, thank you, Rita. A busy night?' Narcissa asked as she handed Rita a cup of tea.

'Thank you, a little slow to be honest. It appears that many of the pubs and restaurants are now blocking hard-working journalists from entering the premises.'

'Which makes it seem that there must be something very intriguing inside,' Narcissa replied.

'Yes.' Rita took a sipped from her cup and smiled. 'Delicious, as always.'

Narcissa tilted her head in acceptance.

'So my latest muse,' Rita continued. 'I fear I am in search of one currently, so sadly no gossip to share.'

Excellent, that will make this much easier, Narcissa mused.

'How disappointing, I was hoping you would have something tantalising for me. Hmm, have you thought of revisiting one from your past?'

'One from my past? I've wrung everything I could out of all of them.'

'Most certainly?'

'Well all except that wretched girl, Hermione Granger.'

Perfect, Narcissa thought with an internal smirk.

'Why didn't you finish with her?'

'Little brat blackmailed me,' Rita scowled.

'Blackmailed?' Narcissa asked, eyebrow rising.

Better and better, Narcissa decided.

'Yes,' Rita replied in a clipped tone.

'And how exactly did she do that?'

'You recall my special gift for hearing gossip?' Rita asked.

'Yes.'

'Little Miss Prissy found out and trapped me in a bloody jar - for a week!'

'She abducted you and held you hostage,' Narcissa clarified with surprise seeping into her voice.

Oh this is just too delicious, now for the matter of resolving the blackmail, Narcissa pondered.

'Yes. Said if I wrote about her again, then I would be reported as an illegal animagus.'

'Hmm, and you can't register as they can see how long you have been one,' Narcissa mused. 'Quite the difficult position for you.'

Narcissa took another sip of tea, the sweet scent of oranges and roses wafting around her. Placing the cup and saucer back on the table without the slightest tremor, she said, 'Well, if you would like her as your muse, I can possibly assist with your problem.'

'What benefit is it to you?' Rita prompted.

Narcissa feigned nonchalance. 'Apart from helping you? I have no love of the girl – she is irritatingly the top of her year, every year, and the teachers fawn over her, forgetting the other students; my son and his friends included.'

Rita nodded knowingly. 'Yes, I saw evidence of their favouritism a few years ago.'

'But that she actually committed serious crimes against you – and continues to with the blackmail – it must not go unpunished. I imagine the abduction and kidnapping against her should keep the papers busy for the future. The Special Edition is due out in four days, is it not?'

'Correct. But I still can't touch Miss Prissy because of the animagus detail,' Rita reminded sourly.

'And if that wasn't hanging over you?'

'I'd eviscerate her in the newspapers,' Rita snarled, recalling her time trapped in the jar with nought but leaves to eat.

Narcissa smirked. 'Then I will handle the details – you just prepare the article for publishing. When is your deadline?'

'To the editor in two and a half days.'

'Then I will contact you in no later than two days to confirm everything is set.'

Rita blinked in surprise, so Narcissa continued, 'Miss Granger will make you an excellent muse.'

'Alright, Miss Prissy it is – I'll wait for your letter.'

'Oh I daresay it won't be a letter – just watch the Ministerial Announcement's section of the paper – you will see it.'

Rita furrowed her eyebrows, but then shrugged. 'If you free me from Miss Prissy's hold, I'll owe you one.'

Narcissa smiled and nodded once to show her agreement.

A grinning Rita left a few moments later and Narcissa poured herself another cup of tea, swirling her spoon while she sat back to plan her next move.

'Minister, how lovely to see you again,' Narcissa said as she stood in Flourish and Blotts next to the Minister of Magic.

The Minister visited to the bookshop once a month – his niece worked there and he knew that by visiting he was supporting the shop and helping her retain her job during the quieter periods. It was something that Narcissa was well aware of; after all, it was noted each time in the newspaper to help drum up business for the store. Narcissa had been loitering in the nearby shops all morning until she had seen him ad moved in to set the next phase of her plan in motion. The method of the plan to be determined by the Minister himself.

'Mrs Malfoy, delightful to see you,' he replied with a slight bow.

Narcissa smiled sweetly and said in a lilting voice, 'I have not seen you since the election, I must wish you my sincerest congratulations.'

'Thank you, thank you,' he replied gruffly.

Narcissa switched the book in her arms to draw his attention.

'What book do you have there?' he asked, too polite to try and read the title without her acquiescence.

'Oh, it's a book about animagus. Apparently there are only six registered.' she caught his eye as he spoke and slipped in using her olccumency skills

As Britain's Minister of Magic he really should have stronger wards around his thoughts, she considered as she shifted through the surface memories. The carefully crafted conversation had brought his own memories to the surface – memories of him turning into a snake. So easy, she mused and slithered back out of his mind without him noticing the intrusion.

Narcissa continued, 'Although I must say, I was surprised not to see your name on the list.'

'Erm, you were?' he asked with widening eyes.

'Why yes, but perhaps it is an old edition,' she said, flipping open the book to read the edition details.

'Err, why would I be in the list?' he asked with a shake in his now squeaky voice.

'Because you are an adder animagus, Minister,' Narcissa replied as she continued to look at the book.

The Minister paled.

Finally glancing back up at the man, Narcissa moulded her face into polite innocence. 'I would be stunned if our elected Minister of Magic was an illegal animagus – although I could understand not wanting to publicise that particular animal.'

'Umm—'

'Oh dear,' Narcissa said, allowing her eyes to widen in faux shock. 'My apologise, Minister, I didn't realises that you were…' She licked her lips and offered a weak smile.

'Would you—hmm, would you like my advice, Minster?' she asked softly, leaning forward with faux concern in her eyes.

'If you have an idea of how to help me,' his voice choking on his words.

'I do have one idea. Offer any animagus who is not registered to come forward in the next twenty four hours for registration without legal action for the previous failure. I am sure there must be others who have not been registered for some important reason or another – it would show you are understanding and keen to ensure the rules are followed more than punish mistakes. It is an impressive skill and people will probably forget your form by the next election if you act now.'

'One day?'

'One day,' Narcissa replied firmly.

'How did you know?' he asked.

'Oh, gossip - that's what we society ladies do,' Narcissa replied with a wave of her hand. She returned the book to the shelf. 'I suppose I will wait until an updated edition is printed.'

The Minster gulped as Narcissa waltzed away down the corridor, her robes fluttering around her.

Narcissa looked at the Ministerial Announcements in the paper the next day and smiled. An owl swooped in and she took the parchment off its foot.

N.M.

Attached article ready to print. Thank you, I owe you one.

Rita

Narcissa poured herself another cup of tea and swirled her spoon. Leaning back in her chair, she smirked. No one hurt her family.

THE END

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