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[`narcissa virga black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 300px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa hummed to herself, perched on the little chair that sat in front of the white and metallic vanity in the prefect’s bathroom. It was one of her favorite pieces of furniture in the school, the twisted lines of smooth metal formed into leaves and flower petals. There were jewels of some sort embedded here and there in a rather unexpected form of luxury for Hogwarts. The mirror attached to the vanity was a large oval, the frame made of metal and opals, which tilted back and forth for better angles depending on the user’s height. The tabletop was made of glass which would have been inconvenient if it weren’t for the self-cleaning spells on it. When she had time, as she almost always did when it as bath time, she was able to spread out her beauty supplies upon the vanity. If she was getting ready for the day (though it was rare time indeed when she could claim the bathroom for enough time to prepare herself for a day) she could lay out jewelry and apply makeup in a more comfortable fashion then leaning over a sink in the Slytherin girls’ bathroom. Today’s visit to the bath was late at night. Miss Black had been doing anything she could recently to stay occupied, busy, and hidden. Classes and mealtimes were often stressful because she had to focus so very hard on not evening looking at her current potions professor. When one tells themselves that they cannot even glance at a person…all they want to do is stare at them. Narcissa would not give Professor Cadmus the pleasure of her staring at him. She did not talk to him in class and when she talked about him out of class she was sure to use her nastiest tone (often reserved for mudblood first-years who got in her way). And now she had someone new to avoid, someone she’d never avoided or pictured doing so in all of her nearly sixteen years. She and Lucius Malfoy had been childhood friends until it was no longer proper for their sex to mingle. Even at that stage she’d never really avoided him, but been forced to wave from afar. Of course he’d then developed into a philanderer who adored women but did not understand them, while ‘Cissa grew into a woman who hated yet perfectly understand that type of man. She’d still fostered her childhood crush upon the blond boy, but each time she witnessed him with another woman (or even heard the, probably greatly exaggerated, rumors about his love life) her heart hardened against him a little more. But then he’d done it. He’d made the mistake of attempting to become intimate with her, even against her protestations. He had apologized and championed her honor the next day. They could have settled their score right then and there and gone on as they had been for years if he hadn’t pursued something else. He came to her asking for advice on his love life. He’d wanted to know how to get a woman who doesn’t notice him, someone who hated him for his promiscuous ways. Her heart had broken into a million little pieces and she’d been unable to stop herself from blurting out that perhaps it was high time she was done loving him. He’d stumbled over his words trying to find the perfect words to set her down, though he refused to say that that phrase even properly described what he was doing to do her. She’d had enough, between Lucius and Professor Cadmus, of everything for one week. She’d fled the room And now she was avoiding him. Both of them. She’d split her free time between the library and finding her own private spots to hide (without really looking like she as hiding). Almost every night she’d retired here, to the prefects’ bath, knowing that even if Lucius did come knocking he’d know well enough to stay out. As far as she was concerned, captain or not, he should shower out in the cold locker rooms. She’d shaved, plucked, creamed, and scrubbed herself to perfection tonight, unable to let her sour mood affect how she looked. Her mother would always tell her that her face was her reputation and a reputation was all women had. She’d slipped into a set of her favorite panty and underwear, deciding she didn’t need stockings the few hours until she slept. Her freshly oiled legs would look better out them anyways. A pink and white night dress as put on over the underwear, and then a silk and chiffon robe was tied shut over that slinky piece of silk. She braided her still wet hair down her back and placed diamond bow studs in her lobes. She stood up, tilting the mirror just slightly towards herself, to admire her looks. No one would guess, by her appearance alone, what was going on in her head. That was her goal. When she returned to the common room, depositing her bag and bath shoes near her usual chair, the room was empty. Everyone must have turned in early, or she’d spent longer than she’d thought in the bath. Neither bothered her far too much. She looked around the room, using her prefect’s eye for anything suspicious. She didn’t have to look too far, apparently. Someone had left their trademark flask and French cigarettes on a table in between two dark leather armchairs. He’d probably drunk himself silly and was now above stairs with his special girl of his. He wouldn’t be back to collect his thinks. Narcissa unscrewed the cap to the flask, raised it to her lips. Before she could think or smell or breathe, she took a swig. The liquid burned as it slid down her throat. She made a face, but didn’t place the stupid thing back. It felt as if someone else was controlling her, someone else that was wanting to make her see what the girls that Lucius apparently liked felt like. She withdrew one of his French cigarettes (the same his father smoked, the smell being something completely familiar from her childhood) from its tidy little pack. She raised it to her lips after another swig from the flask, lighting it from the end of her wand. She coughed at first, it taking her a few moments for her to figure out how to actually smoke. When she did she (and the flask) settled onto the windowsill. WORDS: 1,080 WEARING: click! credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

Lucius’ mind had been utterly erased over the last few days. What had he been thinking? Cissa. She was his friend. His friend since they were very small. When they had lost his mother, she had been there. Distracting him, playing with him, taking care of him, even if she hadn’t know she was doing it. Sure, he carried on with these other girls, but she was always the one that was there on the sidelines, cheering him on at the matches. None of his other conquests did that, or even pretended to really care about him. They loved his money and power, things that he just had, nothing he really had to earn and he really knew that.

Still, he was a teenage boy and the sex brought him back to the same girls over and over again. Something was different now though. He had never really noticed Cissa in this manner until more recently; he would admire her secretly from afar and wonder about how she felt as well. He knew she did her best to hide her affections, but sometimes Lucius caught on. It wasn’t that hard to notice the occasional blushes and looks from across the room.

Lucius was toweling himself off in the showers after a good practice. Of course, the drama within the team was running high and there was a lot of anxiety for the upcoming match versus Gryffindor, but they had performed well. He touched his hair again, trying to get use to the new length. For some reason that he could just not figure out, he had cut his long blonde locks into a much more boyish look before practice. It may have been him trying to become something new, but it was probably just the actions of a severely overemotional teenage boy.

His fingertips ran across his cheek and jaw for a moment causing him to wince in pain. There were two deepish scratch marks from a girls nail’s dug into his jaw. They were from one of his usual flings that he graciously had turned down earlier that afternoon. Needless to say she was less than enthused about losing her former status as a gold-digger. Lucius didn’t quite know why, but he had turned down the girl’s suggestions, and the proceeded to suggest himself that they wouldn’t ever really work out and they might as well end this idiotic fling before it got worse for her. Of course, that’s how he received the slap and scratch, but nothing else was new there. He looked like a wreck, considering he had a sizable bruise on his upper arm from a bludger during practice and he was horrid at healing charms so he just let them be.

It wasn’t like the girl wasn’t attractive enough, he had to give her that. And she came from a decent family nonetheless. It was just this whole thing with Narcissa had really thrown his head for a loop. He was turning people down for sex and partying, which was something he rarely did. Something about Cissa had awakened something within him that he just couldn’t quite put his finger on. He had considered her before of course, but mostly as one of those girls that his parents would have died to see him ending up with as a wife one day. She was a good match, Lucius wasn’t ashamed to say that in the least, but it wasn’t just that that drew him to her.

Up until a few years ago Lucius had never thought of Cissa as more than a sister. Well… puberty had hit a little while before then and both of them went their separate ways. He always knew that he was being a bit of a man whore around school, but he didn’t notice it ever bothering her. This had been all that was on his mind the last week or so and it still was as he hung his towel up on a hook, pulling on his post-workout gear. It was unusual for him to wear such casual clothing, but these green sweatpants and trainers cost more than most other boy’s wardrobes. The pendant his mother gave to him when he was born was pretty much glued to his neck, the little silver snake a constant reminder of her being with him.

“Bloody hell.” He dug around in his dirty clothes looking for his flask and cigarettes, as well as a clean shirt. Apparently, he had forgotten to bring one and now he would have to go searching for the other two items as well. The steam from his shower made his skin damp as left, going to throw his dirty things into his room before searching for his lost stuff. It wasn’t hard to think of the last place he had them, mostly because he spent most of his time in the dungeon common room. It was his stomping grounds and had been so for quite some time now. If any of the firsties had the balls to touch his stuff, they knew what was coming for them. Lucius hoped (halfheartedly of course, for he had some pent up rage he would have just loved to get out) for their sake his stuff was still there.

Lucius could smell the smoke as he got to the door of the Common Room and sighed. He was still shirtless and damp, but that didn’t bother him much. He was in good shape and he knew it. Pushing open the door, he prepped himself to go on a tirade to one of the younger kids who had taken his cigarette, but caught himself when he saw Cissa’s small frame tucked into the windowsill with the cigarette in question. The light caught a glint of his flask as well, clenched within her very hands. Lucius was nervous thinking about how to approach the girl, and nearly decided to turn around and head out right then. He kissed the snake pendant briefly, letting it fall back onto his bare skin and took a few steps over to where Cissa was, making sure he stayed a safe distance away so his presence couldn’t be misconstrued.

Clearing his throat, he finally mustered up the courage to speak. “I didn’t know you smoked Miss Black.” He eyed the flask, “Or drank.” He forced out a bit of a smiled while he looked at her, unsure of how she was going to react to him speaking to her again. For all he knew she was still going to tell him that they weren’t on speaking terms. Bloody hell. He thought as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. What in the hell is wrong with me? It’s just Cissa. Why is this making me so crazy? He questioned himself internally as he waited for her response.

Word Count: 1,146
Wearing: Stuffs!
Notes: The singular Miss Narcissa Black!

[`narcissa virga black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa had been lost in her own mind, preoccupied with the owner f the cigarettes and flask she clung to. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the alcohol. She was used to it, in all honestly. She’d been drinking elven wine at dinner since she was old enough and well behaved enough t sit with her sisters and parents at the table. She was used t the burn and the warmth any sort of alcohol could cause. She wasn’t used to the taste of whatever it was Lucius seemed to prefer. She supposed she could get used to it, but she also had a rather strong inclination that it was brandy or scotch or some other drink that only men took in their studies. She would stick to her fine wines. However, she did appreciate the quality of the silver flask and the engraving in the metal. It hadn’t been cheap. She wondered how he’d explained the spending to his father; she was rather sure that the elder Malfoy wouldn’t approve of this behavior. She was also rather sure that his father knew nothing f the cigarettes he had stolen. His father wouldn’t let him smoke underage, she felt, and these were the ones his father preferred. She remembered the smell and the packaging from her childhood. She’d spent almost as much time, as a child, on Lucius’ fathers lap as much as her own. She felt far more like a child to him when she’d first discovered that she looked nothing like the rest of her family. Her fair hair and fair skin matched the Malfoys’. She remembered, vaguely, the curls of the late Lady Malfoy. She had always smelled f peaches and fresh soap. Abraxas’ hair, even at his young age, had already begun to develop streaks of gray. The cigarettes, she decided, would not be her favorite. She had stopped coughing and was determined to finish the thing, but she very much doubted that she would ever pick one up again. There was nothing very pleasing about them and she felt that they made her teeth feel dirty. She had flicked the ashes to the carpet, having seen the boys do the same action many times before. ‘Cissa had accidently sent a few bits of still-lit ash towards her feet and had hissed at the pain. However, when Lucius spoke and alerted her to the fact he had been watching her she experienced far more pain. She made a movement to toss the thing from the window but her hand had collided with glass. She’d forgotten that the windows in the dungeon were merely glass charmed to reflect the weather out of doors. As flesh hit this glass, the cigarettes dropped into her lap and burned her pretty pale thigh. She smacked it onto the ground, falling from the sill. In the whole process she dropped the pack of cigarettes and his flask, spilling the latter slightly onto the carpet as well. She scooped it up (relieved that it was still partially-full) quickly. With her cheeks scarlet red and the flask clutched t her chest, the pack forgotten on the floor, she stood up. She had never been a strong drinker. She was only permitted one or two glasses of white wine at the dinner table and one glass of champagne at gatherings. The amount of whatever it was in his flask that she had drunken was already making her feel fuzzy and loose-lipped. She bit one of her lips, unable to stop herself from admiring his bare chest. It took a moment for her to remember what he was saying. “You should put on something warmer,” she blurted out. Narcissa was then very quick to remember the lack of clothing she had on as well. The kimono she had thrown over her nightgown did little to hid the flesh the piece of silk exposed. Her cheeks, if possible, darkened even further in embarrassment. She tore her eyes away from his chest and looked around, desperate to settle her eyes on anything then his chest. She tried to squash the questions arising to what his chest felt like and what he looked like beneath his warm up pants. Ladies did not think of such things. Narcissa regained her composure. She normally would have been spending this entire time on just how to explain herself. When no such thoughts came she clutched his belonging closer to her breasts and took a deep breath before she continued to blurt her words out. “I just wanted to see what…how…the girls that you think are sexy. Well they all misbehave…and drink…and smoke. And I wanted to...to see if I could, you know. Do it as well. And to feel…to feel how they felt if even more a moment.” Her words were rushed, though she stumbled here and there. She was usually never so tongue tied. She couldn’t control, almost, what she was saying. And she couldn’t find the words that she was trying to say (or not trying, as it was). She bit her lip again. Narcissa slowly raised her eyes to meet his, though her blue ones scanned his face. She was unable to ignore the marks. “What, dear Merlin, happened?” WORDS: 872 WEARING: click! credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

Lucius jumped when she smacked the glass violently with her hand, wincing when he saw the cigarette hit her thigh. Instinctively, he made a motion to grab it off, but caught himself a couple of inches away from her skin. “Oh. Gosh , I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Sh*t.” He stammered, trying to make it better just by speaking. Taking a deep breath, he couldn’t help but run his eyes over her body, so scantily clad as compared to usual. He tore his eyes away as not to stare. It was difficult, but Lucius was much more preoccupied with trying to patch things up with Cissa than he was lusting. His hand fell to his side helplessly, as the cigarette and the flask fell to the carpet. He went to bent down and get it himself, but she was already there.

A chuckle almost escaped his lips when she said that he should put more clothing on. It was pretty hypocritical to the point that it became humorous, but he quashed it immediately. It was certainly not the time for him to be laughing at what she was saying to him. For some reason, he suddenly became self conscious about his own lack of clothing. He knew he was in shape, so it did freak him out as much as give him a slight boost of confidence. It was minute, but enough to let him piece together more coherent sentences, so he didn’t appear a fool to Cissa or anyone else.

He knew he had to be really careful about how he behaved in this particular moment. Cissa was clearly tipsy and now his responsibility because it was his booze that had gotten her into this state and he was the only friend around. Frankly, he felt kind of helpless because he didn’t know what to do with her. He knew that he couldn’t be perceived as taking advantage of the situation at all or he might never again have a chance with Cissa, not to mention, Bella would probably curse him into next week. It was a fine line, and it wasn’t like Lucius could just take her up to her bed and tell her to sleep it off, nor could he just put her in his bed. Maybe He thought to himself silently, I can put her in my bed and sleep down here on the couch. So she doesn’t freak out when she wakes up. He sighed, knowing right well that was a desperate plan.

Quickly, he snatched the cigarettes off the ground so the firewhiskey didn’t ruin them. Straightening back up, he listened closely to Cissa’s little rant about other sexy girls and why he found them attractive and whatnot. It was all a little jumbled for him to understand clearly, but it made him frown. Neither of these things really attracted him to a girl. It was just way easier for him to meet and have things to do with flings if they had similar interests. Up until this point in Lucius’ life, he never really had a girl that he really wanted to make the effort to do anything out of the ordinary for him with. Well, until Cissa that is. It was an odd change in his own demeanor that made him feel extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable.

It made him feel awful (though he would never admit it to anyone other than Cissa), that she thought about him in these kinds of terms. He did use girls like old tissues, but not Cissa. He honestly cared about her in a way that he himself didn’t fully grasp. A lot of it was still subconscious, but it was there. “Cissa… It’s not like that. These kind of things don’t make me attracted to anyone. They are just things to do.” He offered her a kind smile, “Well you are certainly able to misbehave, I think you’ve got that covered.” This wasn’t the usual Cissa Lucius was used to dealing with, by far. He didn’t know if the alcohol would make her more sensitive or combative, so he tried to choose his words as carefully as he possibly could.

Lucius blinked for a moment when she asked him what had happened. It seemed kind of random and out of the blue, so it took him a minute. “Oh…” he looked down at his arm and shrugged. “Just a bludger. Stray hit off a bat.” He scratched his head, moving his hand down to rub his jaw for a moment and wincing again. “I suppose you mean that…” He smiled sheepishly. It was an awkward few moments while Lucius decided how to go about explaining the claw marks on his jaw. Eventually, he gave up and just explained. “I may have let a girl down. She just hit me that’s all. She was angry I didn’t want to keep on… going on with her. She was the last one that thought she was still important in my life though.” He swallowed, hoping the fact that he was turning away these girls would mean something to Cissa.

Any silence was painful for Lucius. The moments in between words, sentences, responses made his skin crawl in anticipation. He wanted everything to be right between the two of them, so they could move on to bigger and better things. Lucius just hoped that bigger and better things for Cissa still included himself. It would be the first time he had had his heart broken, and he just didn’t want to experience that. Not just yet. Not before he got to experience the positive parts of a relationship that really matter to him. Lucius swallowed and averted his eyes briefly “I haven’t had a drink or been seeing anyone. Not anyone.” He looked up her, looking like a scared little puppy, terrified of the potential rejection that was to come. Anyone. Anyone but Cissa. He pleaded in his mind. Let her have me. I know I’m going to do better. I can for her. He nodded to himself, waiting for her to either chastise him, or accept him.

Word Count: 1,032
Wearing: Stuffs!
Notes: Nervous!Lucius is nervous.

[`narcissa virga black]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 300px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] beautiful & dirty rich , Narcissa didn’t smile back at Lucius. His own grin seemed small and unsure of itself, as if it was asking her if she was alright with what he had said. It wasn’t a smile she wanted to return because she wasn’t alright with what he was saying. She didn’t believe what he was saying in the least. She knew that smoking and drinking and general misbehaving were just things to do, but how could no one ignore his track record? He used and enjoyed the company of girls that smoked and drank and did not behave. He did not like girls who behaved. Merely things to do, her pretty pale arse. It was exactly like she’d said and he had no use denying it as far as she was concerned. “I can do whatever I want, whether it’s misbehaving or behaving,” she informed him, placing her hands on her hips now, the flask still clenched in her left first. The cold metal hit her through her night gown, making her shiver slightly. She’d been holding it long enough where the thing should have warmed up, but she supposed that it had been charmed to stay cool and keep his drink cool. She wasn’t sure what kind of drinks were mean to be warmed and what kind were meant t be iced, so that idea didn’t help her know exactly what kind of alcohol he was choosing t consume. She was almost able to forgive him, momentarily, for everything when she saw the marks on his face and arms. She’d been afraid of flying ever since she was little and every time she watched him or ‘Drommie play Quidditch her heart nearly stopping in her chest. She’d watch them both get injured more times then she could think. Narcissa’s heart ached at the bruises and scratches, picturing some horrible hit from a beater-in-training sending him right into a tree. She wanted to pull her wand out and fix him, no matter how terrible he’d been the past few days. No matter how much she wanted to hate him tonight. But then he’d opened his stupid mouth. He hadn’t received the scratches, the part of his injuries she was most concerned about, on the field at all. He’d gotten them from a woman. The way he told her his story made Narcissa think that he was trying to prove something to her. His little speeches after her question seemed to be aimed at making her think he was starting to reform, that he was more than willing to change into the type of man she’d told him she wanted and expected. She did not want a man who drank and smoked often. She did not want one who was dirty and fouled by every girl in that castle that wore green and silver. Lucius Malfoy, as he was, was not who she wanted. He was like an egg, she supposed. The shell was distasteful and could ruin things when it slipped into other parts of the egg. That was his debauchery and promiscuity. The whites were the parts that everyone who wasn’t preoccupied with the shell could see. Women only saw his shell, she thought. The whites were cool and bland, not of any sustenance and had no personality. That as the side he wanted to show to other people. All she wanted was his yolk. It was tucked away but by far was the most vibrant and full of personality part of him. It was tucked deep down, rarely appreciated, and hardly ever shown. He’d only been a little yolk when they were childhood friends (and when they’d been alone and none of this drama was visible between them) and everything else had built up around that to protect himself. Right now she wanted to take the damned egg and toss it out a window. “The last one? How many others have you dismissed today? Was there a whole swarm following you? How did you explain not wanting to..to…” she hesitated for a second before spitting out the next few words. “fuck them any longer?” She never been one for swearing but she sex didn’t capture the feeling and she’d rather run away and join the circus rather than call what he did with his soiled doves making love. “And ‘still important’? How do you consider any of those…girls to ever be important in your life? I should have just told you that we were still not on speaking terms.” She moved forward and hit his chest using the flask. She wanted to bruise him too, to meet his eyes and leave her mark just like that other girl had done. “Congratulations, Lucius. You’ve managed to spend one week alone in your bed. And if you haven’t had a drink, why do you still have your flask? What by Merlin’s beard is one week supposed to tell him? Tonight you could call that woman back and break your streak.” She looked down for a moment and snatched his cigarettes back from him. WORDS: 828 WEARING: click! credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[Lucius Phineas Malfoy]

Lucius certainly wasn’t use to getting his ass handed to him like this by any girl. None of them had ever commented on his drinking or smoking, and quite frankly, most were just happy to be with him when they were, so the other girls didn’t matter much. Especially because he made it as evidently clear to them that they were in no means what one would call a relationship and that he didn’t give a rats ass about them. It made things easier, but sometimes they seemed to stray from what he had taught them, like the scratcher had done.

He knew why she didn’t trust him to be telling the truth. He also knew that he looked pretty suspect with his flask and cigarettes, but he wasn’t going to lie to her. It was his comfort, having that weight in his robes. Sort of a backup plan for a broken heart, if she chose to just toss him aside and move onto someone easier to deal with. Merlin knew that he was a bit of a handful. Her assumption that he meant that the girls had once been important to him made his face spread into a grimace. That was certainly not the case in his mind, but he had to show that to her somehow. He just didn’t know how quite yet.

His feet shuffled awkwardly beneath him as he listened to the tirade. She brought up a lot of his faults that he cared not to discuss, but she just laid them out there, forcing him to look at what was wrong with his behavior. He felt a little like his father was standing before him, telling him he needed to be better at this and that and to make sure he cleaned his act up. It shamed him greatly, but it felt different having it come from a woman’s voice. It gave him much more determination to change. Especially for Cissa.

Despite all this self-realization, Lucius just wanted to run away from the situation as fast as he could. It was his usual move of choice in this situation, but it would ruin any chance that he had with Narcissa he had a feeling. Girls never took well to being left when they were trying to make a point, but up until now that had been to his advantage during break-ups. He just stood there and took his medicine like a good little boy, even though he felt like whining about the taste and knocking it away like every other little bad boy on the planet earth. Nothing would stop him from winning Cissa over. Not his behaviour, not her sister. The only thing that could stop him now was her.

Finally, after all of her mini-speeches, he nodded with a frowning face and cracked open his lips, “I understand why you feel like that Cissa.” It was the honest truth. He did understand and that insight he thought would make it much easier for him to change his ways. “Honestly? I just told her I cared so much about someone else, that I couldn’t carry on with her anymore. And she’s been the only one to even approach me. No one else has because I’ve made it evidently clear to everyone in this bloody school that the only girl I want to be with is you.”His cheeks flushed to a deep scarlet as he spoke.

The flask possession was going to be a tricky matter to explain and he knew that. It was part that second resort for if she rejected him and part the fact that it was a bit of home. It used to be his fathers, but he had taken it years ago and the man hadn’t even noticed it missing. Well, he might have and then turned a blind eye, but Lucius didn’t know. He had always had issues with the thought of losing his father like he had lost his mother, and having something of his always made him feel more comfortable. Kind of like he was holding on to his remaining family. It was like the necklace he wore from his mother, a constant reminder of home and her.

“I still have the flask because it’s my father’s. It comforts me to have it. I’m just use to carrying it around.” He didn’t really want to go into much more detail about the subject, mainly because he was really the time to start spilling his guts across the dungeon floor and whining about how his mother died. It killed him inside, but he kept it in as much as he humanly can. “I never said that I ever thought they were important. That was all just in her head. She was diluted and I corrected that rather quickly and that’s why she hit me.” He bloody hated having to talk about all of his low points, but it had to be done apparently.

“I know a week isn’t much Narcissa, but I’m bloody trying and I don’t know how to get you to accept that.” He was finally reaching the point of exasperation. “I’m trying to work on how I behave and I feel like I’m doing pretty damn well considering I’ve been off the handle for a good many years now. I may not have become an angel in the past week, but you can trust me that I’m not calling on that girl anytime soon. Or ever again.” He crossed his arms, his voice entirely unwavering. “I don’t regret what I’m doing right now and hindsight is twenty-twenty. I know I’ve been acting like a pig, and I’m sorry, but there isn’t anything I can do about that now. I can’t change a damned thing now that it’s been done. I can change what I’m going to do and I am making myself into a better man.” He breathed after spewing that out, hoping that she wouldn’t be mad at his complete and total honesty in the situation.

Word Count: 1,014
Wearing: Stuffs!
Notes: Nervous!Lucius is nervous.