Pulling her quit up around her waist, Cissa settled into her bed and grabbed a book of her night stand. It was a Muggle book, but it was the only one in the unit that had interested her. Besides, she'd read the other Wizard books already. She was having an interesting time settling into the prison camp. The people were nice enough, but Cissa could definitely sense a false kindness in their words and actions. But who could blame them? They were stuck in a job having to be nice to people who were persecuting them just a few months before. And as for the other prisoners? They accepted their duties and did as they were told, but Cissa knew it was all an act. No matter what happened, no matter how nicely they were treated or what privileges they were given, they would still hate people who weren't of pureblood.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead before setting the book to the side. She'd only gotten through a few pages, but she couldn't concentrate. Her first visitation was only two days away and she spent almost every waking moment thinking about seeing Neville and her daughter again.
"Not a good book?" a man's voice asked from the doorway, causing Cissa to jump. She stared hard but couldn't see the face. She knew the voice, but couldn't place it.
"Who's there?" she asked, not getting out of bed.
There was a soft laugh from the doorway and the man came into the room and shut the door behind him. "It's me," he said, turning around.
"Neville!" Cissa exclaimed, jumping up out of the bed and running to him. "What are you doing here? Visitation isn't until tomorrow and even then I don't believe you're allowed in the units."
"Don't worry about how I got here," Neville said, raising a hand to stroke Cissa's cheek. "What matters is that I'm here. Are you alright?"
She nodded and leaned into his hand. Something wasn't right, but she wasn't about to pull away. "I'm fine," she said. "Especially now. Why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" he asked with a grin. "I came to see you, Narcissa. I missed you." Moving his hand to hold the back of her head, he came in and pulled her to him for a deep kiss.
She was confused, but Cissa held tight to him and kissed him back with everything she had, giving just as much as him, but begging for more. "What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly when they pulled apart for breath. "What about Melissa?"
"Shh," he said, putting a finger to her lips and walking her backwards to her bed. "No one else is here right now. Forget Melissa, forget this place, it's just you and me, alright?"
After a pause, she grinned softly and nodded. This couldn't have been her Neville. Neville loved Melissa, she knew that. But right now he wanted her, and that’s exactly what he would get. She got comfortable as he laid her down on the bed and began undressing both of them.
Soon they were both naked and rutting around the bed like they never had before. Cissa arched her back and cried out with every thrust Neville made deep inside of her. He grabbed and twisted her nipples and hair and anything else he could reach, causing her moans to echo off the walls. "I love you," she breathed as he pounded into her, and as she pulled at his shaggy hair, she caught a smile on his face.
"I love you too, Cissa," he said, and made one final thrust before his release came, hers following closely behind. It was bittersweet, even as a dream. But it felt so good, and he was just so perfect. She couldn't help but believe it.
Suddenly two big burly men burst through the door and grabbed Neville by his arms, pulling him out of the bed and away from Cissa. "No!" she cried, gathering her dress around her chest and jumping up. "Don't take him away! I love him!"
The two men didn't say a thing, just glared at Cissa as they took Neville away. Neville screamed and kicked to be let go, but it didn't work, and Cissa stared from her doorway as they were separated again.
Then, in the cold darkness of her room, Cissa sat up, sweat running down her face. "It was a dream," she said, feeling over her face and body and searching the room for Neville or anyone else. There wasn't anyone there. She knew there wouldn't be. "If only," she said remorsefully, and then groaned as her hands reached between her legs. Of course. She sighed and got out of bed to change before heading back to sleep, hoping she didn't have a similar dream. One was enough to remind her of what she had lost.
The next morning she got out of bed and sighed. "Visitation day," she mumbled to herself as she got up and made her way to the shower. Once she was cleaned up and dressed, she headed downstairs for breakfast, it wasn't her day to cook, and she (along with everyone else in the unit) was very pleased. Cissa tried, she really did, but living with house elves and slaves all of her life hadn't taught her how to cook, and now that she was learning, it was taking a while.
It wasn't long before Jessica was at the door, knocking for Cissa to come out, she was going to lead her to the visitation room. The visitation room was in the main building and was a large room with a couch and a few chairs, and a table if visitation happened to fall at a meal time. It was comfortable and clean, but it still gave off that "institution feel." Cissa wishes they could come see her at the unit, it was much more homey, but she was told it would be a few months, maybe even a year, before they could be allowed access to the unit.
"We'll lead them in as soon as they get here," Jessica said, leading Cissa in. "Just wait here."
"Thank you," she said, then took a seat on the couch to wait. She wondered who would come. Would he bring Melissa with him? She hoped not, but it would be fine if he did. They were nearly a family now anyway, and she should be happy for him.