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Post by `narcissa virga black on Jul 20, 2011 16:41:03 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , One foot on the experience of brewing a successful batch of Amortentia.
Narcissa stared down at her planned with a rather defined scowl. She’d put the assignment off all weekend thinking Professor Cadmus would force her to do the exam again. But he hadn’t; he’d thoroughly melted her with a birthday surprise but she must have done something correctly for him to change the exam into a few assignments…ones he had let her do perched in his lap and asking questions that would quickly give her the answers. Perhaps if every piece of homework, classwork, and exam was like that she’d be passing potions with flying colors. But she wasn’t.
And this whole being the teacher’s pet (if that wasn’t an apt name for her, then she didn’t know what was) suddenly had rather annoying downslide. She hadn’t brewed a successful batch of the love potion. She’d brewed a batch of some sort of flesh-eating liquid. She bit her lip and pulled the quill out from under Echo, her newly received white kitten. She had plopped her fluffy white body on top of it when the other kitten she’d received had decided he wanted it all for himself. Nemesis (the black one) had then fallen from the table and begun destroyed the common room furniture. Echo had taken a nap. But when Narcissa took the quill away she stretched and disappeared as, it seemed, was her usual fashion.
It was the free period after dinner and before potions. Because of the transfers there were classes that went after dinner besides Astrology now. Some days it was quite painful to sit through a lecture when all she wanted to do was be curled up reading a magazine. Others, like today, it seemed rather brilliant. She wasn’t going to think so, more than likely, when a certain teacher went to grade these essays. She waited until the last possible minute before scribbling I found that brewing a successful batch of Amortentia was a waste of my time. And then I started to bleed. beneath her header.
She rolled up the piece of parchment, stuck it into her bag, and then darted of to the potions classroom.
Everyone deposited their scrolls into a basket to be graded by the Professor while groups of two or three brewed small batches of blood replenishing potion. Narcissa’s partner was a rather skilled potential potion’s mistress who was rather happy to do the whole thing while Narcissa skimmed through a catalog. The girl both took enjoyment in doing the whole thing herself and was rather aware that if Narcissa was even permitted to stir the liquid that they might be in for a defective potion and a failing grade. The blonde hadn’t had time to window shop for herself because she’d been so busy perusing men’s catalogs for the perfect thank you gift. Nor had Narcissa had the time to replace her potion’s text…again. It seemed as if this was the perfect partnership.
She crossed her legs and circled a few things with her self-inking quill, even daring herself to admire the lingerie section that the store offered. Her heart raced after a few moments and she kept looking around to see if Phineas was behind her. It would be better, she finally decided, to admire that section in the privacy of her own room. No one would even see lingerie on her, she reasoned. But then again, half the fun of naughty underwear was wearing it and having it be your own little secret.
When the bell rung there was a clamoring in the room as everyone brought up their little phials (because most of the class had been done for five or ten minutes by now and was sitting in silence for fear of angering the Professor) and shifted around to get their essays. Narcissa, however, folded the page on her catalog and slowly tucked it into her bag. She did the same with the rest of her belongings, making sure to wipe her quill clean on her partner’s sweater. She even cleaned the work station with a quick sweep of her wand. What a good partner she was.
She slid her bag’s strap over her shoulder and made her way up to the group of students standing around Professor Cadmus’ desk. She was aware of the whispering between peers and the sound as her heals clicked against the stone floor. Everyone was excited about the masquerade tomorrow evening. I was all that was worth talking about.
And then she was suddenly aware of another familiar sound…one that wasn’t a desk drawer being pulled out (though she did register that in her mind, happy that the throng of students would soon be out of her way).
It was a meow. The noise was almost indignant sounding.
Narcissa pulled the flap on her bag open, rooting around her bag hoping that her cat had crawled in there. She couldn’t find her. Narcissa’s eyes went wide and her heart began to race. After Phineas’ not so subtle rejection for her presence the previous night she didn’t want another chastisement about the feline. She had sincerely thought he’d liked the kitten on Sunday, but the tides had seemed to quickly turn away from her.
She bent down, looking under the desks and benches as she bit her ruby red lip.
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Post by lucius on Jul 20, 2011 22:22:44 GMT -5
It had been a rather uneventful passage of time, with him being unable to do more than what was required of him as a teacher. Being thrust into this situation had taught him one valuable lesson: He hated being a Professor. He hated making lesson plans, grading papers and dealing with the unworthy brats in his classroom. He hated how insolent they were, how much of a headache they gave him, and that they were too stupid to learn anything that he taught. He never remembered school being like this when he was attending; but, he thought that perhaps seeing it through the eyes of a full grown, middle aged man brought a new perspective to things. He knew that one of the many things he would ask Severus when they had the chance to speak was how he had ever managed to survive for as long as he did, teaching at this wretched school. Perhaps he would even delve into why he even chose such an awful vocation. He didn’t even care if working for the government was a bittersweet deal, it was better than feeling unappreciated by these beasts.
The exception was, of course, Narcissa, whose presence gave him a bit of sanity when he could salvage it. Most of the time they met under unpleasant circumstances, seeing as getting her alone was a rather difficult task. He had yelled at her so many times he began to worry if she was avoiding him simply because she thought his qualms with her were real. It also made him wonder if she were too afraid to approach him now, and so she left her cat to do it in her stead. Oh yes, that kitten. He regretted ever getting it for her. It seemingly spent more time in his office amongst his things more than it did cuddled up within her lap. The first few discoveries had become endearing; but, by the time the cat had made its way into his office chair he was beginning to become a bit exasperated. He outwardly showed his disdain to the feline, and yet it continued to gravitate toward him as if he were made of tuna.
Today, however, there had been no cats. He was watching the students doing their assigned potion for today, paired up this time, in hopes that there wouldn’t be as many failures as there had been for the last test he had assigned them. Merlin knew that when he had burst into his classroom, giving them all a scowl of disapproval they knew how much they had failed themselves. Barely caring anymore, he decided it were best for the idiots to mooch off the intelligent. What was more, the group had to write essays. He didn’t even care if they hated him even more for it. The fact that one of their failed potions stained one of his better grey vests was cause for cruel and unusual punishment.
He sat back at his desk, watching them all with leery eyes. He was tired. Then again, he had been tired since the very day he had arrived. The bell sounded, and all at once they scrambled to his desk to grab the essays he had graded, with complete disinterest, during their exam. He, of course, being as brilliant as he was, finished all of them before they were even halfway done with brewing, and tucked it inside one of his drawers. As they gathered around, looking at him expectantly and chattering amongst themselves about asinine things, he reached down to pull them out. Though, as he pulled it open, he heard a rather particular sound.
It wasn’t a squeak or screech of rusted hinges, or even the sound of dropping papers. No. It was familiar, resounding, and indignant -- a subtle and simple mewing noise. His eyes traveled down into the contents of the drawer, and he scowled a little at what he saw inside. A white kitten had bundled itself and made a bed amongst the essays, and was staring up at Lucius as if he had rudely disturbed its slumber. He reached down, plucking Echo from the contents and holding him against his chest. The group of students parted, which left Narcissa in the middle, looking completely distraught. He merely raised an eyebrow, staring at her the whole time as the kitten made it her business to attempt to swat at some of Lucius’ hair.
[green]“Miss Black,”[/green] he purred icily, tilting his head. The room fell into silence then, as the other students began to either jeer or look upon her with pity. [green]“Class is dismissed,”[/green] he began again, keeping his cadence low and smooth. [green]“… Except for you, Miss Black. You stay.”[/green] He heard one of the students begin to whine, breaking from the crowd to show her protest:
“But Professor, the essay--”
His eyes never moved from Narcissa; but, his voice dropped to a deadly whisper as he urged again: [green]“Class is dismissed,”[/green]
Not wishing to anger Professor Cadmus any further, the students began to disperse and gather their things. A few of them patted Cissa on the back and offered their condolences. Eventually, all of the students were gone, leaving the two of them alone. Echo managed to bury her head entirely into Lucius’ hair, and he merely plucked her from his chest and sat her on his desk.
[green]“Quite a spectacular feat,”[/green] he began, letting his hand leisurely pet along Echo’s back. The kitten purred in delight, leaning into his gentle palm. [green]“How do you think she managed that?”[/green] he asked, his lips quirking upward into a bemused grin. He didn’t seem angry with her, or even angry with the cat, as it continued to urge the older man to coddle her. |
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Post by `narcissa virga black on Jul 20, 2011 23:10:13 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa had hoped, desperately, that he was calling her up to collect her essay. She desperately wanted for his tone to be about her abysmal essay. That he was angry at her for that. At least that would make sense to the girl. Every other possibility scared her and upset her. She would understand if he was peeved at her two sentences for a foot long scroll. She was a bad student in his rather strict class. She would have even understood if he chastised her for her behavior in class today (though it was his fault, because it had been his gift that had prevented her from doing her own shopping outside of class). But the only other explanations involved him being angry at her for the situation she had dragged him into, angry at her because he regretted everything. Or him being angry at her because of the damned cat that he had seemed to adore until the moment she left his office Sunday night.
She bit her lip, raising herself from the crouched down position. Everyone was staring at her now which caused a rather dark blush to creep up her cheeks and cover her entire face. The cat was with him, and looking quite content to curl up at bat at his hair. She frowned, twisting her hands in her skirt. Narcissa stared at her shoes for a good while, until every other person had left the room. They pitied her for it was no secret, in public (and possibly, her heart sank, no in private), that the two detested one another. She had told everyone what a terrible, vicious bastard he was.
‘Cissa looked to both sides and then around the room, making sure it was clear of any other witnesses to what was about to occur. She hoped it would be good. She wanted to be back in his good graces and figure out what had thrust her from them. She had understood that they must display their affection in public, but he had been cruel and turned down her extremely subtle request to visit him in his office one night in a not so subtle way.
She didn’t look up at him. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her heart was pounding in her ears, flooding her entire body with a higher level of anxiety than she was used to. Instead, she stared down at the kitten and chewed her lip until it went raw and began to bleed. “I don’t know how she did it, Sir.” She finally managed, looking at her fingernails.
She had expected his sweet, dulcet tones to turn angry quickly. She expected him to be leading her into a trap. She lifted her hand ever so slightly and the cat darted to shove its body beneath it. Narcissa took a breath and picked the kitten up, cradling her against her chest like a miniscule baby.
“I’ve been trying to stop her, but the moment I blink or turn away she’s gone. I’ve even tried putting her in my bag but she just escapes. She’s in bed with me when I sleep and gone when I wake up in the morning. I’m trying to control her, sir. I don’t know how she’s getting through doors or even out of the Slytherin common room. The other one can’t do it. It’s not my habit therefore I have less control over it. Please don’t be mad and yell anymore. I’m trying the best I can. You’re the one who picked her out and you liked her at first; you can’t make me get rid of her now.”
That was when ‘Cissa finally looked up, her eyes looking horrified and bewildered. There was the slightest sheen to them, as if tears were starting to build up behind dams in her eyes that would soon burst and run down her face in tiny all too man-made rivers. She could taste copper from her lip in her mouth but at the moment she just didn’t care enough to do more than lick it away.
“I don’t know why you’re upset with Echo and I. I’ve tried to be well-behaved but you’re always cross with me. I cannot seem to please you. You do not like me tartish, you don’t like me sweet, and you do not appreciate when I stand up for you. I am starting to think you like me, on whim, in your lap, and silent with my mouth open to yours and no other way. You're not the one who has to wear scarves because you're now spotted with love bites. And I just spent all of my money on that stupid gift. How could I have been so foolish?”
She wiped a trickle of blood away with her hand, ignoring the cat’s mewl of protest as she moved one of her hands away from her.
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Post by lucius on Jul 20, 2011 23:53:18 GMT -5
Lucius could have slapped himself, really.
Through her sullen diatribe he kept himself silent, though the guilt that began to swell in his chest grew bigger and bigger until it consumed him wholly. He didn’t want to interrupt her, though in many instances his desire to was overwhelming, and let her speak until she was so nervous she began to gnaw her lip until it bled. He really could have kicked himself. He really should have prepared themselves for this better than he had already had -- but, couldn’t he be given a bit of grace? This was the first time he had ever done something like this before. Even though it wasn’t illegal in the eyes of the Ministry, it was still wholly inappropriate. It could still get him fired and it could still ruin Cissy’s life. So, his attempt to keep their secret guarded was pushed by him with gusto. He didn’t want to leave any traces, or leave any clues.
Nevertheless, in the process, he had hurt Narcissa. Now he had to fix what he broke.
Lucius watched as she scooped up the cat close to her bosom, almost in a guarding way, to which the cat was entirely displeased. It mewed for it to be put back under Lucius’ dexterous hand, twisting every which way in Narcissa’s hands to be let go. However, after moments of struggle it merely gave up, resting against her mum as if she had suddenly changed her mind and was perfectly fine with being in her arms instead. Narcissa was standing there, in silence, looking as if she were about to cry. He was so stupid. Lucius stood, traversing his way around the desk as quickly as he could. Gracefully, his arms wrapped themselves delicately around her and he pressed his lips against her forehead, almost willing her hurt away.
[green]“Stop,”[/green] he whispered, trying to sound as gentle as he possibly could with her now. In his arms then, she felt like a delicate porcelain doll, so fragile now that even breathing on her too harshly would have caused her to crumble. He gave her another kiss on her forehead and looked into her eyes, smiling at her now, something he rarely did (he was a grinner, not a smiler), in order to assuage her worries. [green]“I’m not angry at you or Echo, and I’m most certainly not displeased with you.”[/green] He lifted a finger to wipe some of the blood away from her lip. From below, he felt Echo reaching up to paw at his chin. He lifted it slightly to dodge, since he wanted to focus on Narcissa, which was something the kitten didn’t seem to approve of. It was an attention seeker, which oddly reminded him of himself.
His hands went to delicately pet her cheeks, cupping it. He swooped in close to her face, letting his lips barely brush against hers for a minute second before he began to speak again. [green]“Thank you for your sweetness…”[/green] he breathed, giving her a little kiss. He pulled away slightly again: [green]“Thank you for your effort…”[/green] Another kiss, as he breathed in the smell of her perfume. [green]“And thank you…”[/green] he said, speaking against her lips now, [green]“for being such a good prefect.”[/green] Their lips melded together then, and all he could offer was a sweet and tender snog. It lacked the passion their kisses usually retained; but, the point of this kiss wasn’t the passion. What he had hoped was to give her a long overdue dose of his affection, which he had been so neglecting her.
Lucius pulled away moments later, and distanced himself only by a little. If she had so wanted, she could grasp onto him again. Nevertheless, his countenance sobered some as he stared at her in the eyes. He hated being so serious sometimes; but, it was the only way he could get points across to her. [green]“Narcissa, from now on I need you to trust me,”[/green] he said, letting one of his hands comb his fingers through her hair. [green]“How I conduct myself with you in public does not reflect how I feel about you in private.”[/green] His thumb fell across her cheek, and he frowned slightly. [green]“You can’t allow yourself to become so offended, or to doubt my intentions that strongly… It does neither of us good.”[/green] |
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Post by `narcissa virga black on Jul 21, 2011 1:26:25 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , She melted the moment his hands touched her body and pulled her to him. Everything just hurt so much from it all. When people said that they had a pressure on their backs, she had never physically felt it. And in that moment, with a simple yet affectionate kiss to the forehead, she felt him take the weight away. Her eyes closed and a small, relieved sigh slipped from her lips. She had been so worried, so hurt, and so upset by the past goings on but it was suddenly gone. Perhaps she’d been worried she’d never be this close again, that he wouldn’t want to be this close again. She had been worried that he’d abandoned their little fledgling relationship and left it to die like a small, helpless bird. It was so new to her that the ache of what could have been was beyond harsh. It stung.
But they were alright. He had had forgiven her. Or he’d never been angry at her. Or he’d been in a terrible sort of mood and taken it out on her but he was passed it. Whatever it was, it was gone. Narcissa tilted her head up, meeting his grey ones with her shinning blue orbs. His finger swept across her lips to clean the mess away. Before he could retract his arm, Narcissa pursed her lips and pressed the tip of his digit softly. Her eyes didn’t leave his until he swept down to kiss her.
He paused and she grew anxious for the millionth of a second…and then he thanked her. Her knees grew weaker with each touch of lips to lips, her free hand (the kitten was already indignant enough that she wasn’t totally coddled any longer) grabbing a hold on his tie. It was slow and tender, laced with a million unspoken words and an indescribable about of affection. She had enjoyed the other kisses they had shared but she was quickly learning that no two kisses were alike, and that there was so much meaning behind each of these kisses. His previous ones had been slow and patient, teaching her how to move her lips and maneuver her tongue. Then they had grown forceful and passionate and sexual. This was something different entirely.
She raised her hand, trying to force the kitten on her shoulder. Nemesis had been the first to discover the position while clinging to her sweater and Echo got the concept if someone would actually place her in the perch. Echo clung to her shoulder, burying its body in her hair, after a moment of nervousness. Narcissa was then free to use both hands to wrap around his shoulders and draw her body closer to his.
She looked distinctly disappointed when he pulled away. She didn’t let him go far enough from her where her fingers would part with his body. She hooked her finger through the straps in his vest, her arms stretched before her. She wasn’t ready to let go and wasn’t at all happy about the sudden distance between them. She bit her lip again, nodding and trying to accept his words.
They were logical. It was best for him to mean to her. No one would suspect the student he thrust into embarrassment and punishment week after week was the one he gathered in his arms to kiss and presented a kitten to as a gift. She may see the reason and she may do her damndest to accept it, but that for one instance did not mean she enjoyed it.
“Why do you have to be so cruel, though? Why can’t we just be neutral? Is it so hard to just ignore me rather than grow sharp quickly? It is hard to look you in the eye and see frustration and malice and think ‘perhaps I shall stop by to be snogged senseless and tell him about my day later’. And why must you threaten Lucius? Does he intimidate you? He is nothing like you. He has done nothing to you. In fact, you should thank him. No one would suspect moments before I kissed him gently and chastely that you had me pressed against a wall as you plundered my mouth.“
She pulled on his vest. Instead of its intended effect, she moved forward several inches. Her chest pressed against his torso and her hips just met with the top of his thighs. Echo gave an indignant mreow and moved to Phineas’ shoulder. It was broader and higher; a far better quality seat as far as a cat could be concerned. ‘Cissa couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle.
“Do you know what I named the kitten Lucius gave me? Nemesis. I’ve never bought such a gift for Lucius before as I did for you. And I’ve certainly never felt him pressed against me and been concerned that he might turn blue…as I was for you,” She added, tilting her head up and pursing her lips ever so slightly for another kiss.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 31, 2011 16:12:17 GMT -5
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There were some things which could not be put off forever. In fact, if Draco was going to be critical of his own thoughts (and in this place that was certainly a trait which was coming out more in his rather egotistical personality), he would have to say that most things could not be put off forever. Exams, for example...or social events where the only certain future of the evening was to spend valuable time mingling and dancing with people who were utterly dull and too boring to pay any attention to. Those examples could be pushed away though - forced to the back of the mind until it was suddenly upon you. Others could be forced away physically, but, like in this case, those were certainly harder to achieve.
Usually, the temptation was entirely too great. The temptation here was far, far too great...the fact that his father, the father from his memory who he had last seen trapped in chains in the pits of the Ministry of Magic, the father Draco had been made to watch as the man he practically worshipped was sentenced to years in Azkaban, was here; walking and talking and rising above all of the other stupidly low levels in this school...that temptation was enough. The desire to actually speak to him, to get more than a punishing, warning glare sent in his direction - a message to keep quiet and say no more - was familiar from back home. From when the world was normal and everything had not swivelled to suddenly have other, less deserving people, at its focus.
Was it so wrong to want a taste of it once more? Ducking into the shadows and keeping his head bowed and his focus on other people anytime the older wizard may have passed had worked for a while, but the burning feeling had not faded. It had simply grown with each and every passing moment. How could any child not want to speak to their father? To ask after their mother? Especially a child who had been as pampered as Draco Malfoy until the world had been ripped from him.
He had managed to resist so far, but eventually it had gotten too much. Walking down into the dungeons from an early released charms class in time to see a similarly timed class pour out of one of the potions room; that made him pause. Made him pause and watch them other students pass before turning his head towards the door which snicked closed behind the crowd as soon as the last person had vacated. The door which he knew, from the muttered whispers and angry over the shoulder glares the other students indulged in, was the realm of one Professor Cadmus.
On that realisation, he found himself standing outside the door for a while.
Though the temptation had been strong, the main reason why Draco had not attempted to see the other man again, face to face, was simply because he had been afraid. Draco Malfoy was a coward. If he had not passed the room at this moment, watched as the door closed, he would not even be considering giving into the temptation s he was right now. As much as a child wished to see their parent, the news that parent might give could scare them off enough to not want to try. But now he was here...
Draco drew himself up and pushed on the wood of the door, not bothering to knock. He was a Malfoy. Cowardness was not an option, he was sure. Especially not in front of a father who did not like any sign of weakness from his son.
But on opening the door, Draco immediately wished that knocking on the wooden panels had been an action that he had chosen to take. His father was there, for certain. No other person in this building was that tall, with that blonde hair. But the arms which were wrapped around another blonde figure led to a different picture, and suddenly in his mind he was thrust back home, to one of the rare moments when he had been rude and walked in on his mother and father being affectionate towards one another as children. But then the surroundings hit and this was not the manor...this was a classroom. At Hogwarts. And the small female with her face (that was out of his sight from where he was stood) tilted up to receive another kiss from his father...was not his mother.
He let out a small choked gasp after a few moments of standing there, simply watching the obvious affection between the two. A tiny sound, soft, but managing to slice through the scented air of the potions lab in a completely different manner to the cries of the cat climbing over the man's shoulders. Just as wordless, however....especially when the female’s voice registered loosely in the back of his mind.
Words were certainly a weapon that every Malfoy knew how to employ, but at that exact moment he did not have a clue which ones he could use. The ones he was hearing from the couple before him had wiped most intelligent thought from his mind.
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Post by lucius on Aug 7, 2011 14:14:42 GMT -5
Panic. That’s all he could feel - complete, wholly consuming panic.
The situation had fallen into place like a well rehearsed tragedy. His head bent slightly, licking his lips as he had considered stealing the next kiss she was offering, as his hands were firmly addressing her small hips. Her wanton form pressing up against him, pale skin flushed by the actions of her wolfish professor. The door suddenly opening and shutting, with a quiet, shocked gasp piercing the air in tribute to the discovery of absolute horror. Lucius’ eyes flicked up then, and what he found standing there was worse than he could have ever expected. Another student, Severus, even another Professor would have been preferred to what he had found then. The patch of blonde, well kept hair, the light blue, piercing eyes that he had no doubt inherited from his own mother, staring at him not only in surprise; but, accusation. His skin was ashen by the shock of what he had just witnessed, as if he had walked in on his parents making love - and he might as well just have.
Instinct automatically kicked itself into gear. In one quick motion, he pushed Narcissa away, schooling his face into that of revulsion and offense, as he glared down at her. His hands clenched, and he tried to not look as if his heart were about to burst out of his chest in fear. [green]“Miss Black!”[/green] he hissed, his voice low and deadly as he traversed around his desk to distance themselves further apart. [green]“I’m growing tired of your absolutely bawdy behavior. It’s abhorrent. You should know better.”[/green] Lucius could feel Echo rustling on his shoulder, and he immediately grabbed the kitten and placed it on his desk, giving her a warning stare.
[green]“Keep your pet under better control. If I find it amongst my things again, I will not return it to you, Miss Black. This is my last and final warning. I’m feeling particularly generous, because I do so pity you, Miss Black, so I will not go to the Headmaster.”[/green] His hand curled upward as he pointed toward the door. [green]“Now, get out.”[/green]
At that moment, he took another look at his son. Thankfully, he had been careful to control himself enough to not have called out his name by mistake, damning him then. His stare was cold and harsh, as if he were willing the poor boy to not make the same mistake. Draco had never been stupid. He knew that his son would not start now. He didn’t hate the boy; but, he wished that he had more sense. While he had not made it obvious, he did so desire to talk to his son. The boy couldn’t have imagined the relief that swept through him when he had saw Draco’s face for the first time in what had felt like years. How else would a father react? While Lucius had not been one for public affection, he knew he would have at least embraced him once had the circumstances permitted him to. Now was different.
He couldn’t be Lucius Malfoy. He had to be Phineas Cadmus.
[green]“You,”[/green] he said coolly, trying to produce a modicum of civility as to not scare the boy away. He couldn’t have that. They needed to talk, obviously. [green]“Come here,”[/green] As he beckoned Draco to his desk, he gave Narcissa another warning glance, his eyes somewhat relaying his desperation at the situation. Don’t be stupid, Narcissa. Don’t get offended. You know we can’t be caught like this.
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Post by `narcissa virga black on Aug 8, 2011 10:39:24 GMT -5
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beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa was not always aware of her surroundings, though she aimed to be. But just then, wrapped in her Phineas' arms, she didn't think she had any need to be listening for every little noise int he background. Surely he would protect her if any danger occurred, though she doubted anything would happen. Didn't he lock the door behind the students? Why would anyone be visiting him this late anyway? With the reputation he was gaining among the students who didn't have the pleasure of seeing a much softer side to the man she doubted anyone would want to spend any amount of time alone with him.
She hadn't been paying attention to anything but her heavy breathing, his breathing, and their lips just a breath apart. Perhaps she had heard the door click and the gasp being released, but she had either ignored them or attributed them to something else. It could have been the kitten or the wind whistling through the cold castle or even a few of the portraits (though currently asleep) that lined the walls. The idea that it was a student walking in on their little encounter was the very last thing in Narcissa's mind.
Which was why she then narrowed her eyes in confusion when Phineas pushed her away. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, meeting his eyes with her own. Why in Merlin's name was it so easy for him to muster up that disgusted look for her? Was he taunting her now, playing a game to make sure she understood what she had to do with this sort of reaction in the future?
Narcissa bit her lip doing her best to swallow the feeling up rejection. This was just a little game, and an idiotic one at that. She understood that she could not be affected when he was like this to her in public but practicing in private, especially when she had been busy moments ago searching for affection from him, was not something she would tolerate. The young, blonde woman tilted her head up and sneered.
"Oh, I don't find this funny at all Phineas," She began, grabbing fistfuls of her shirt and straightening the material out. She stomped her left foot before removing her shoes all together. The soft material of her stockings easily slid across he stone floor. "I understand how I must trust you and act appropriately when in public, though I doubt I'll ever be able to truly appear to hate you. I find it unsettling that you can conjure that look so quickly."
Still not looking behind her, Narcissa reached up to pull the ribbon from her hair and fix her blonde locks. Despite this nonsense she had no intention of leaving just yet. She was not yet ready to leave and she certainly was not ready to return to Lucius red faced and guilty looking. "And I may suggest you stop referring to our kitten as an 'it'. You know very well, despite our disagreement on the perfection of her name, that she is a she. And she knows you're saying terrible things about her."
She let out a huff of breath, blowing her bangs away from her face. "And if you do not stop with this stupid charade perhaps we will both get out. We'll go sleep with Lucius and then we'll see who needs pity when you're in bed without my lips…."
Just then a few things happened that prompted Narcissa to turn around. She had intended to go pick up and pack her bag, making her threat to him a little more real. She had thought, with a small grin, that she had gained the upper hand. Ha! That would teach him from doing whatever he had thought mock fighting would accomplish. But then she had caught site of Phineas' gaze and registered that his last few words hadn't been directed at her. She looked over her shoulder.
Draco. Lucius' cousin.
Narcissa's eyes went wide. She gasped and covered her mouth, her cheeks turning pink, then red, and darkening to an almost purple color. She looked back at Phineas with wide, terrified looking eyes.
She choked on her next words, her eyes flickering between the two blonds. "I thought you were joking…this isn't what it….I was just…."
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Aug 9, 2011 10:09:41 GMT -5
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Draco had walked in on his parents only once before. As a child who did not understand what he was seeing, he could remember simply standing by the door with wide eyes watching curiously as the two other figures had moved together, before leaving with enough sense to know that it was not something that he should actually see. Yet this, in a way, had been more personal than anything in his memory (his real memories of his parents, for though one of these two in this scene was the one who had sired him, the other wasn’t, not yet). He felt rather guilty for some reason, and a tad embarrassed, and would have backed up with a spluttered apology and a red flushed face...
If it hadn’t been so...wrong.
Because this wasn’t his parents – Narcissa Black was not of the age to be married and the man was not his father while walking through these halls, no matter how much Draco longed for both of those facts to be proved otherwise. To anybody else but him...it would have just been a student and a professor sharing a moment that was perverted and creepy and could cost both of them their families, their wealth and their jobs. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t meant to happen.
Not that he was entirely sure what ‘it’ involved, as the words which were hurridly spoken in the cold tone that he had heard more than once; the one which prompted the urge to do so much better than previous examples had shown, to prove himself to the blonde man...those words seemed to hint that whatever it was, the twining figures and the light kisses he swore had happened, all rested on the shoulders of the petite figure who was just as valiantly arguing the opposite without seeming to notice that such a moment now had an audience.
He wished it didn’t have an audience, wished he had knocked, or hadn’t been able to pluck up the courage to do this, but when in recent time had he ever received anything he wanted?
Draco’s eyes, so alike to the ones that were suddenly wide with horror in Cissa’s heart shaped face, met those of the girls as she raised a hand to her mouth, finally seeming to realise that they were no longer alone. He wished her protests, if they were protests, were more convincing...wished that her other words had not happened and what Professor Cadmus (such a name he could not honestly fit to the figure before her, though why he was not entirely sure) said had been enforced by her actions...
More than that though, he wished that someone would tell him how to respond in anyway which did not involve standing against the door with his mouth wide open and an unsubtle, frankly plebeian look of acusation on his facial features. Without thinking about it, his gaze flittered back to the steely one of the only grown up in the room, as if looking for some guide there.
The order which had come though, that just made his lip curl into something akin to disgust. Come here. While the tone was not exactly unfamiliar, much as it pained him to think, and obeying the orders his father issued was pretty much second nature, he could not help the surge of anger which started to rise once the wall of shock finally broke in the center.
“Oh, I don’t wish to interrupt anything, sir,” he said haughtily, once he actually remembered where his voice was anyway, before shooting another darting glance at Cissa...less accusing and more hurt than anything. Though why he had the feeling that she had betrayed him was beyond any sensible thought at the moment. But he did feel it, even though the thought of him and her actually exchanging anything like the twining features and the soft affectionate kisses, between lovers, was actually the thing he had used to back the entire profile he had so far made for himself in this place. “Don’t mind me. I can call back at a more...convenient time.”
After performing a memory wipe, perhaps.
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