The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
70. For ladyblack888, whose prompt was "Andromeda/Bellatrix: traitor, rebel, obedient."
Portrait Gossip (PG-13; Andromeda/Bellatrix, implied Bellatrix/Narcissa; 150 words)
Bellatrix was never the traitor of the nursery; she defended her sisters from harm and taught them more than any of their nannies ever did.
It was a joy to watch the little darlings.
When that little rebel, Andromeda, wanted to learn how to snog, it was Bellatrix who taught her how, sighing to learn just how obedient her little sister could be.
It was a joy to witness that development.
When Andromeda defected to the Muggles, well, Bellatrix lost some of her warmth—and she began to neglect Narcissa.
It was saddening to see how Bellatrix's favoritism caused her baby sister so much pain, but then, what can you do? Narcissa never had Andromeda's spark.
I hear now that both of our girls have married well and that Andromeda will soon come to regret abandoning her family.
It will be a great day when the ungrateful bitch does, I think.
71. For ladyblack888, whose prompt was "Blaise/Draco: pretty, murder, mother."
At Night (PG-13; Blaise/Draco; 100 words)
Blaise dreamt of finding his mother hovering over the body of a faceless stepfather.
"What a pretty murder, mother," he told her, flinching when she turned and growled at him for interrupting, blade in hand. "NO!" he screamed, struggling to wake. "No—don't mutilate the body!"
"Shh," a voice whispered in the dark. "It's me, and you're dreaming. Shh."
But that was . . . wrong. Draco never said soothing things to him. Blaise tensed.
Draco's teeth—they were shiny and serrated.
"Wake up!" he yelled at himself, finally breaking through the black surface of consciousness to safety.
"Damn it! Are you never quiet at night?"
72. For ladyblack888, whose prompt was "James/Sirius/Remus (THIS order, please!): hurt, more, harder."
How Things Were (NC-17; James/Sirius/Remus; 100 words)
James, Sirius, and Remus didn't include Peter anymore. They had agreed that he should think the "first" time had been the last so as not to hurt him—but he still seemed vaguely interested in something more. He tried to please the three of them in lots of currying ways, sometimes flirting with them, sometimes suggesting naughty activities that, when accepted, he wouldn't do. That suited the other boys because lying nude in a circle seemed easier when it was just them. James giggling over Sirius' prick, Sirius sucking Remus' to the root, Remus fisting James' cock—it was better without Peter.