Not a journal, just a record of heroic feats. -LM

[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

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[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 350px; background-image: url(http://www.samplewords.com/docthumbs/home-notebook-paper-thumb.jpg); border-radius: 70px 5px 70px 5px; -moz-border-radius: 70px 5px 70px 5px; border: 1px dashed #6E7B8B;] - Lucius Phineas Malfoy - - - -- - - - - - - - -7/31/11 Well that was awkward. Apparently, the shared common room is a dangerous place to walk into when the Black sisters are around. They seemed to be having some odd pissing contest about having sex the other day, and I just happened to walk in on the mess. I feared for my parts as Bellatrix listened to Cissa talk about having sex with ME. It’s truly terrifying having her psychotic sister stare me down and blatantly fake indifference. It’s like a tiger lying in wait for its victim to start limping. Really, cross my heart, I’m enjoying where Cissa and I are at right now. I’ve never had someone I was so comfortable with before. Sure, she still makes me nervous, but I haven’t been less preoccupied with sex in a relationship as I am now. I… I may love her enough to not even bring it up. The idea terrifies me. I don’t care about girls like this ever, and it’s making me mighty uncomfortable. Normally the first thing I do is try to get them in bed, but I’ve been waiting until Cissa was ready. Now that she claimed she is, (although I think that that occurrence was a direct result of Bellatrix and Rodolphus’… lewd behavior) I’m not so sure if I want to rush her into it. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. But Merlin that girl is beautiful. I made sure to pick up her undergarments that night when we left, so she wouldn’t be disgraced by someone who didn’t know the events of that night, but she looked bloody adorable when she was arguing with Bellatrix. I find myself watching her more and more, just noticing different aspects of her. It’s the way her hair falls over her shoulders, how she moves that just drives me crazy. Everything about how she acts makes me want to be with her more. And she certainly compliments me. I love that about her. Her disposition fits mine entirely, and I can’t really ever help melting when she asks me for anything in particular. The nights she has been spending in my bed are stunning, for I haven’t slept that well in… well I don’t know how long. The way she fits into my arms is perfect, like she was meant to be there permanently. Is this love, because if it is, I can be more than happy with that. template by (c) bryberry @ caution 2.0 !

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