Rita stood, naked and powerful as she leaned in to kiss my wife. "I, however, know you at your worst and not only do I accept it, I revel in it. " Rita's hand gripped Cissy's hair and tugged it. My wife gasped in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut in desire. I shrank back in horror as I saw them kiss passionately, and I knew that Narcissa still desired Rita. That kiss was too perfect; it proved that there were decades between the women and it was something that I could never truly come between. They had been partners in crime as they manipulated the Wizarding World like pieces on a chess board.