Preparations

A/N: Thanks to my beta, not_london.

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Genevieve arrived at the Manor with her satchel in tow. Already, Death Eaters had arrived early in anticipation for the evening's festivities. She was greeted with such respect and civility, she felt like royalty.

She went straight away to see the Dark Lord. He was lounging with Bellatrix. Her appearance pleased the despot and he called her to him.

"Genevieve! Please, no bowing, just come and give me a kiss." Genevieve went to kiss his hand, and he grabbed her and kissed her mouth, forcing his tongue inside her. She was taken off guard and tried to respond, but he seemed to like taking her by force. Bellatrix laughed manically at the surprised look on the young woman's face. When he finally released her, he grabbed her arm and made her take a step back so as to view her better.

"Take off your cloak, my dear."

She complied, and he smiled viciously at her dress that accentuated her bosom. He grabbed her to him and traced his long, skeletal finger around her left breast. She shivered, and her nipple rose involuntarily. He told her to kneel before him. She knelt, but kept silent, wondering what was next.

"After tonight, you will no longer be needing to attend to Severus any more, Genevieve. You and Bella will be my mistresses. Tonight, you will pleasure all of us with Narcissa, but after this one night, you and Bella will be pleasing me from now on."

She stayed on her knees, unable to speak. She knew she needed to, but she was speechless.

Voldemort leaned forward and pulled the woman onto his lap. He licked her throat and placed her hand on his hardness. "Will it please you to be my mistress?" he whispered dangerously.

"Yes," she gasped. Pretend it is Severus, pretend it is Severus, she thought feverishly. She imagined it was her love holding her close, touching her breast, and holding her hand against his hard cock. She had to stop it. Her Occulemency was slipping. She forced the snake bastard out and thought of a younger and handsome Tom Riddle. She had seen the pictures; he had been very handsome. Her mind flooded with images of him. She relaxed and let her walls come down. Voldemort entered her mind and saw her images. He was pleased Severus was nowhere to be found, but he didn't like that she preferred the old Tom Riddle to the powerful Lord he was now. He threw her off him and glowered at her. Genevieve was petrified. She glanced between him and Bellatrix.

"I see you prefer the younger version of me. Does my current state repulse you?"

She bowed her head. "My Lord, I saw pictures of you when you were younger, and I found you desirable. I apologize; I'm still young and vain about looks." She raised her head, her eyes full of tears. "But I can change, and in the meantime, I will please you, Master. I swear!" Her voice was high-pitched and full of anxiety.

"Interesting, you did not find Severus' looks... lacking," he mused suspiciously.

Genevieve had to think fast. "My Lord...a childhood fantasy. I was a little girl when I met him, he was an ideal."

"You are fortunate that I need your body to be pristine tonight, but tomorrow, my pet, you and I will be spending time together...oh, of course with Bella as well. You will pay for your vanity and your 'ideals.' We'll see how well you do under the Cruciatus Curse."

She stayed on the floor where he had thrown her; her self-preservation told her to stay rooted to the spot. Bellatrix came and picked her up off the floor and forced her out into the hallway.

"Get to your room and eat. Everything is prepared. You won't be eating later, so tuck in now. Your outfit is there waiting. After you eat, you are to bathe and care for your skin. You are to glow. Then rest. Narcissa will be joining you, and you will help each other dress and prepare. I will let you out of your room when it is time. Now go!" she ordered.

Genevieve went to her room and found everything laid out for her. She saw her outfit, which was merely a shimmering silver, see-through robe that had only one simple tie to close it. There were no panties or bra. Oh shite! she thought. This definitely changes things.

She ate the sandwiches and pumpkin juice provided. She searched the room and found a decanter of something. She poured a glass; it was so strong, not firewhisky...smooth, perhaps Scotch. She started to relax and went into the bathroom and drew a bath.

She wondered what Severus was doing as she sank into the hot, soothing water. She thought of his hands, his voice, and how near he was going to be to her tonight. It was erotic in a way that she was going to be naked in front of him, but receiving pleasure apart from him. Her mind snapped. She couldn't fantasize about Severus while having sex with Narcissa! The Dark Lord would certainly be probing her mind for her desires. What was she going to do? God, this plan had better not take too long! The Aurors had better get in the Manor quickly!

First, she needed to get the Potions master out of her head. She let her mind go and wander as she moved her fingers down between her legs. Soon, she was shuddering and moaning. Tears came down her cheeks. What torture! All she wanted to do was run out of this house of perdition and throw herself into the comforting arms that were waiting for her. Damn this war and all this subterfuge! I just want to be with Severus! she thought selfishly.

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At Grimmauld Place, all the Order Members were there, ready to Apparate to the gates of Malfoy Manor as soon as the signal was given. Kingsley and Tonks were waiting a good distance away from the Manor, watching and waiting for the comings and goings. The Revel was to start at seven p.m., and at the right moment, Snape was going to send a message via Patronus Charm. He would cast it wandlessly and Disillusioned until it left out of the window and bounded towards Kingsley and Tonks. Kingsley would then send his Patronus to Grimmauld Place, and the destruction of the Horcruxes would commence. Once completed, the entire Order would Apparate en masse to Malfoy Manor and begin the blitz attack.

It was now six o'clock. Genevieve was pacing in her room. She was naked, but her hair and makeup were complete. She was waiting for Narcissa to arrive. She had a sinking feeling that she was going to flake out at the last minute. If that were her plan, she would have to ensure the woman's cooperation.

The door opened and she walked in, dressed in a shimmering green, see-through robe. Her hair was down like Genevieve's, except for the sides, which were pulled back loosely from her face in a delicate, emerald comb, and her make-up garish. She took one look at Genevieve and shook her head. "Idiots!" she hissed. She grabbed her and pushed her into the bathroom and started to apply make-up heavily on her face.

"What are you doing?" Genevieve asked.

"You are playing the part of a whore, and a whore wears heavy make-up," she said calmly as she worked on her face. "It's all theater...at least we don't have penises...we can moan and writhe and fake orgasms...those bloody wankers won't know the difference."

"So," Genevieve began. "Are you prepared?"

Narcissa stopped cold. "No, but what chance do I have, really?"

"That's right, Narcissa," Genevieve whispered coldly. "Because if you fuck me over, I swear, I will kill your son."

Narcissa's eyes narrowed. "B-but he's not here! He's at Hogwarts!"

"That's right, and under my orders! Genevieve retorted cruelly. "And one snap of my fingers will end his life. You gave him to me for protection; well, I need him for Severus'. You told me you would do anything to save your husband and son. I will do anything to save the life of Severus. So, if you fuck me over, and he gets killed, I swear, I will kill your son!"

Genevieve had never looked so vicious and predatory, but she was deathly serious. Narcissa resumed putting on Genevieve's make-up. "I just want this whole nasty business over. I'm weary...as is Lucius. We just want to be free," she admitted.

"So, will Lucius fight with us?" asked Genevieve.

"I don't know. I hope not. I don't want him hurt."

"Coward!" Genevieve spat.

"Look, I've spent far more years knee-deep in this shite than you, so you can just sod it!" she yelled. She looked like she was going to cry. Genevieve felt a wave of sympathy for the woman. It was true; how much abuse and degradation had she endured over the years?

"I just want you to know, for the record, that I did have sex with Severus. It was years ago, after he had first established himself with the Dark Lord. He was so very important...a Golden Boy! Lucius wanted to gain more favor with the Dark Lord, so he offered me to Severus. We had only been married six months! I had no choice, but neither did Severus. It would have seemed weak to turn down a willing woman. But, it didn't last long. Severus took his customary rounds with all of us, but then he stopped and didn't touch any of us anymore."

"Why? What happened?" Genevieve asked.

"There was a Mudblood that he had loved; she died, I never knew who she was, but Lucius said Severus was never the same after she died."

"When was that?"

"Around the time the Dark Lord fell, but Severus started changing after she married some bloke, back in 1980, I think, or 1979. It was right after the time you came to our Gala Party. Yes, I remember, the marriage was in January of '80. He was so angry and bitter. But, he loves you, Genevieve. You lit something inside him that I think even he thought was dead. I hope you both will be happy."

Genevieve smiled at her. "Well, let's do it right. For Lucius and Severus. May they both be better men after tonight."

"Severus is already on the right road!" she laughed. "It's Lucius who will find changing to be the hardest," she admitted ruefully.

"Now, let do something for your hair. Ah! Here we go." She took a safety pin and Transfigured it into an elegant, silver comb with a snake design. She pulled the sides of Genevieve's hair up and clipped it. She took her wand and began to curl her hair, so her long black hair now fell in wavy locks down her back.

"You're all done! Now, let's get your gladrags on and do this!" She let out a laugh.

Genevieve rolled her eyes as they looked at themselves in the mirror in their respective outfits. "I cannot believe men like this," she said, shaking her head. She turned to Narcissa and said coyly, "Ready to be a lesbian?"

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she gasped, mimicking a fake orgasm.

Both women burst out laughing. Then there was a lock turning, and the door opened. Bellatrix smiled maliciously. "The wizards are ready for you."