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They met just past midnight, finding each other in the small, bleak room of the rundown Muggle motel that they would deny to their dying day ever stepping foot in. They didn’t bother to exchange pleasantries or to ask how it was going; that was never the point anyway.
They studied each other for a few moments as they waved their wands and muttered spells under their breaths, making sure the room was soundproofed and the door unopenable. Sometimes, they changed the décor of the room, to match the mood they were in, but not tonight. Tonight they didn’t care where they were or what it looked like.
Instead, once they were satisfied with the spells they’d cast, they rushed at each other, hands instantly reaching out for the other, touching each other’s cheeks, necks, shoulders, bosoms, hips, all the while their lips met and the desire flowed through them, hot and powerful and unrestrained.
A quick “Did anyone see you?” left Andromeda’s lips — a worry that was always there — but the look from her sister silenced the thought. Tonight was also not about talking.
So they didn’t talk. And Andromeda didn’t ask questions. Not about the war, not about Narcissa, not about anything.
Instead, she let Bellatrix tug her toward the bed, falling on to it together, the way they had been doing for so many years, slipping into a rhythm that was just as natural as breathing.
It was always the same — Andromeda on the bottom to start, Bellatrix on the top, their bodies rubbing against each other, creating a friction through their clothes that Andromeda had never been able to replicate with anyone else, their mouths meeting as they did so, hot and wet and consumed with the other.
Andromeda loved these moments, these first moments together after weeks apart, when they would just give in to their longing and their grief for a life that had existed only in the idealistic dreams of young teenage witches who hadn’t realized what the world had in store for them, when they would just forget about the world and the war and people’s opinions of who they were and who they should be.
She loved touching her sister, Bellatrix’s skin hardened from her days in Azkaban but still so familiar under her fingers. She loved staring into her sister’s eyes, eyes that sometimes could seem so wild, so crazed, but for her just seemed so loving, so safe.
She also loved just tasting her sister’s mouth with her own, letting her tongue explore every crevice of Bellatrix’s mouth, and she loved Bellatrix exploring her back.
They spent a lot of time just snogging, for what sometimes seemed like hours and sometimes seemed only like minutes, until they were both breathless, gasping into each other’s mouths, as if they were passing air back and forth between them.
But then it would end, and Bellatrix would sit back, balanced on Andromeda’s hips, and she would look at her sister and then she would laugh, but not the crazed laugh that would leave her lips when Voldemort commanded her but a more gentle laugh that had always been meant just for her sisters.
She would undress then, peeling back her cloak and slipping her black dress over her head, leaving her bare, except for her tall black boots, and every time she disrobed, she would take Andromeda’s breath too — even all these years after their first time.
Andromeda could remember it perfectly, that first night out in the woods, far away from Mother and Father’s calls. Laughing and teasing as the three of them undressed. The feeling that had come over her the first time she had put her head between her sisters’ thighs, feeling their moisture against her tongue, listening to them gasp and moan as she raked her fingers over their clits, over and over and over, and then the sight of their bodies, shuddering in the cool night air as they orgasmed time after time.
Some of the best nights of her life, hidden away from their parents and their friends. Giving each other orgasms on the room off the hall during Father’s fancy parties. Rubbing each other’s clits under the table during family dinners, Mother asking them sternly why they were smiling.
And now here, in a seedy hotel room that no self-respecting wizard or witch would ever be caught in, in each other’s arms, where they knew they belonged.
Bellatrix’s hands were under Andromeda’s cloak now, popping the buttons as she pulled it apart. Andromeda wasn’t wearing anything beneath it, and Bellatrix’s grin was as crazed and delighted as Andromeda had ever seen it.
“Touch me,” Andromeda whispered, and then Bellatrix’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing around her nipples, making Andromeda gasp with pleasure as her hips bucked up slightly, even under Bellatrix’s weight.
Bellatrix removed one of her hands from Andromeda’s breasts, waving her fingers in the air, mouthing something at the same time, and the next moment Andromeda felt it, the sensation of something rubbing against her clit, soft and gentle, and she moaned almost immediately, feeling herself already growing wetter than she was when she had arrived in this room.
“I love you,” she whispered into the silence as Bellatrix bent her head over Andromeda’s right breast, wrapping her mouth around as much of it as she could, sucking and licking, while her hand danced over Andromeda’s left breast, playing and squeezing it.
It was almost overwhelming, being surrounded by her sister in such a way, her breasts being tended to so carefully and lovingly, while the magic spell danced over her clit, speeding up in time with Bellatrix’s hands on her breast, rubbing just a bit harder and going just a bit faster.
Bellatrix began to rock, her own pelvis and clit against Andromeda’s thigh, and Andromeda found her sister’s clit, rubbing it with her finger, even as Bellatrix’s tongue swiped over Andromeda’s nipple before she clamped her teeth around it and pulled hard enough to make Andromeda yelp.
Between her legs, the magic sped up even more, and Andromeda felt the world shift, her vision going hazy, her mind only focusing on the sensations she was feeling and the ones she was trying to provide her sister.
She kept her own fingers moving as fast as she could, but she was losing focus, the pleasure peaking inside her hot and fast. Bellatrix tugged harder at her nipples, squeezed her hands more forcefully around her breasts, and the magic rubbed against her clit faster still, not slowing at all, and it was simultaneously not enough and too much and Andromeda whimpered, in pleasure and pain, not able to express anything else, but then Bellatrix breathed against her neck, soft and slow and whispered, “Come!”, and it was enough.
Andromeda’s world narrowed into a tiny pinprick, all that was left being Bellatrix’s eyes, and then she was crying out as her pleasure overwhelmed her, her orgasm hitting her hard, Bellatrix’s mouth and fingers and her magic drawing it out until Andromeda was lost in an aura of pleasure as time stood still.
When it was over, not just her orgasm but all of it, when they had both come more times than they could count, when they were both too exhausted to do more than lie around each other, their bodies sated, their hearts pounding in unison, Bellatrix finally spoke.
“Cissy says she can meet us tomorrow.”
Andromeda had thought she might.
“Good,” she said.
She didn’t have to say more. She knew Bellatrix was thinking what she was — that no matter how wonderful the night had just been, it wasn’t the same without all three of them. Together as they had always been meant to be. Despite whatever circumstances, or people, tried to get in their way.
She felt Bellatrix stir beside her, saw a tiny glint of daylight through the hole in the ragged window blinds. It was never safe to be seen after the sun came up.
She sat up, just as Bellatrix did, already feeling empty, already feeling alone.
They found their clothes, pulled them back on, undid the magical precautions around the room.
For a moment, they paused, looking at each other. And then Bellatrix reached out, her hand gliding gently over Andromeda’s arm, and Andromeda wanted to rush into her embrace, wanted to pull their mouths together again, wanted to take her sister in her arms and push her down on to the bed.
But she couldn’t. Not now.
But soon. Soon the three of them would be together.
“Same time,” Bellatrix said as she removed her hand from Andromeda’s arm.
“I’ll be here,” Andromeda answered, and Bellatrix laughed, not the crazy laugh but the gentle one, and Andromeda’s body warmed at the sound.
“I know you will,” Bellatrix said, and then she was gone, disappearing from Andromeda’s sight and back to the life people thought she had.
Andromeda took a moment, staring once more around the room, at the place where she and her sister had just spent the past few hours, before following in her sister’s trail and spinning around and Apparating away as well, back to her own life on the opposite of the war.
But just a few more hours, and she would be back. Back at the motel. Back with her sisters.
Back where she belonged.