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The ring was beautiful. It had been in his family for years, he had told her when he had slid it onto her finger. She had smiled and declared it quite lovely, as was expected, but now it was the ugliest thing she could recall seeing. Emerald and diamond, silver band, a constant weight on her hand.

It was a constant reminder of what awaited her upon graduation. A marriage to a man she did not know. An existence void of love and affection. She would be a wife and a mother, a hostess, the perfect companion to one of his station. It was her last expected duty as a Black, to become a Malfoy.

Her life was black and white. It had been since she was a child, born to a powerful Pureblood family, contracts created before she even received her letter from Hogwarts. She craved color. Vibrant, amazing, dazzling color. Here, for a few stolen moments each week, as Lily ran her tongue and fingers along her wet cunt, her word exploded in a myriad of colors.

Narcissa looked from the gorgeous red hair of the younger witch to the ring on her finger. Pulling it off, she put it on the table beside her before bringing Lily to her feet, her lips kissing her possessively. Moving her hands along the subtle curves, she lost herself in sensation. For a brief time, before her world was monochrome, she could live in color.