`pretend like it's the weekend now /OPEN./

[`narcissa virga black]

we got everything we need right here
and everything we need is enough. just so easy
when the whole world fits inside of your arms ♥

Narcissa Black was enjoying one of the last excellent Saturdays of the year. The weather had been more than lovely since she’d returned to school for her fifth year but it was more than bound to turn nippy and frigid the nearer Halloween and her birthday came. She’d always despised her birthday. She was one of the youngest girls in her year, being sixteen in less than a month’s time. She could never have swimming parties or garden parties either to mark the occasion. She was in school, which most were, but it meant she hate to wait all the way until Christmas vacation to get her biggest birthday gifts! It was really entirely unfair.

But for now, Cissa was determined to enjoy the warm weather. Next weekend was to be a Hogsmeade weekend and this one should have been devoted to studying. She really had meant to give that a good attempt. She’d packed up her books into her black leather bag and headed into the library. But she’d hardly gotten a few inches into her essay on Goblin Warfare in the 1700’s when it had become too hot to focus. She’d changed seats, she’d pulled off her sweater, and then she’d given up on the dusty old room.

Narcissa had slipped down the stairs and outside, breathing the fresh air into her lungs. The moment she stepped onto the grass her pumps’ heals had slipped into the grass and gotten stuck, but Cissa was still in a good mood from the weather to let that get her down. In a rather un-Cissa like fashion, she pulled her shoes and stockings off, letting her toes slip into the grass.

It felt wonderfully free; the sun on her face, the grass against her legs. Perhaps the sense of freedom from her oppressive mother (Narcissa did love her mother, but the woman could strangle her children with her constant lingering and obsession over their every movement) was just washing over her. Narcissa Black was in an amazingly good mood this Saturday morning.

She slipped across the grounds and dropped her things beneath a sturdy-looking tree. And then she’d slipped to the ground and leaned against the oak. She absent-mindedly folded her sweater (having just tossed the thing into her bag when she’d become too hot in the library), watching the other students mingle on the lawns.

There were a few playing Quidditch, the Pitch being closed to practices until after tryouts. Try outs were still lingering for a few teams (something about those pesky transfers needed an opportunity to prove themselves; Narcissa hadn’t met one and really wasn’t all that interested), so the fields weren’t open to practices. Some teams dearly needed all the practice they could get (the fumbling idiots in yellow were prime examples) while others were enjoying lazily tossing the balls back and forth with an air of absolute confidence (her own house’s team was a prime example of that).

Some students were studying. Others were canoodling with their lovers or friends. There were even a few sitting on the edge of the Black Lake and tossing pieces of leftover breakfast into it for the squid. Whenever a bubble appeared on the otherwise calm surface the girls who had stuck their feet into the cool liquid squealed and pulled their little toes out; none of them wanted to lose an appendage to the beast.

If Narcissa was a painter, she would d paint the scene (omitting the Hufflepuffs, she supposed and the group of mudbloods positively freaking out about something called Veletision). It was a very nice Saturday, indeed.

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[luciusmalfoy]

Ohhh the allure of a beautiful Saturday, it was more than enough to establish that subtle sort of happiness that were so hard to come by these days. Oddly enough, Lucius was in a particularly good mood. That boded well for most of the school, since Lucius didn’t feel particularly antsy to go around picking fights when he was in a particularly good mood. There was something about how the air felt on his skin and through his hair that calmed him so. Plus, he felt absolutely elated that he didn’t have to go practice Quidditch. Dealing with the blundering idiots that were considered his “teammates” was more than enough to set him off to go and berate a Hufflepuff first year until it cried. Lucius never needed to practice, anyway. He was naturally talented when it came to things like Quidditch. There was no question that the Slytherins would take House Cup yet again.

Well, people spoke of Gryffindor having a fighting chance; but, Lucius wasn’t too afraid. What did they really have to offer against him, really?

Regardless, he wasn’t going to allow a thought like that to ruin his day. Lucius gazed out onto the grounds, shifting his shoulder in order to better accommodate the bag he had slung over his shoulder. It smelled lovely outside. He couldn’t pinpoint the direct smell, but it seemed to remind him of how his manor’s garden used to smell at about this time of year. Little things like that, that reminded him of home, were pleasant enough. He walked down the hill from the castle, grey eyes carefully scanning the sea of faces for anyone he knew. He felt rather social. A nice talk with one of his fellow Slytherins felt like a rather nice idea. Then again, he wouldn’t have been worse off not finding anyone.

To be honest, all Lucius had to do was sit out and wait. Him, being the Malfoy and charmer that he was, would flock some of the more favorable ilk toward him. It was inevitable. He had that sense of magnetism. He continued down the hill, pondering a nice place to set himself down. He immediately scrapped the idea when he spotted a familiar patch of blonde hair propped up against an oak tree. He smiled a little to himself, which was very uncharacteristic of him; but, he could attribute it to his general good spirits and leave it at that. It probably wouldn’t happen again.

Lucius made point to make sure Narcissa couldn’t see her as he approached. When he was a few feet from the tree, he carefully set his bag down so he could gain a bit of mobility. Sneaking worked better when you had less weight on you. He came up to the side of the tree and kneeled. She didn’t seem to notice him, and in one fell swoop, he carefully rubbed his hands down her shoulders in a firm, soothing way as his lips made contact with her left temple. [green]“Narcissa,”[/green] he teased, breathing her name with a pleasant sigh. He only called her Narcissa to be annoying, since she seemed to like it better when he was affectionate and called her by a pet name. Sometimes Lucius felt like she should earn such an honor.

He kissed his way down the side of her face before he settled himself next to her, stroking a strand of her platinum hair behind her ear. Lucius was smirking at her. [green]“By yourself, really?”[/green] He clicked his tongue in a way that sounded like a chastisement - tsk tsk. [green]“Lost your touch already?”[/green]

[`narcissa virga black]

When Narcissa felt someone’s arms wrap around her small frame and their lips pressed against the bare skin of her forehead, she gasped. Her heart started racing with abandon and her eyes had shot wide open in fear. She plotted a million things; kicking, screaming, and crying to get away. She’d suddenly wished she’d taken her personal safety more seriously or that she’d sat with someone else. She was panicking. However the moment the attacker murmured her name, breathing it out like a prayer, she stilled. Narcissa craned her head around and met Lucius Malfoy’s gaze. A flicker of embarrassment crossed her face before she twisted in his grip to shove at his chest lightly. It really could have hardly been called a nudge, and she’d cuddled up against his strong torso right after it.

In all honesty she liked when he called her Narcissa. It made her feel sophisticated or like a Greek goddess. She much preferred it, at times, over that silly nickname he and Bella insisted on calling her. Cissy. They were the only ones she’d ever allow to get away with it. He was the only one she’d never really…enjoy hearing it from. Her nickname was sort of like their own little secret; when they both let their facades melt in private they could be Luci and ‘Cissy. But if she let him think she liked her full name, he’d no doubt start calling her Narci when he wished to tease her.

And she could hardly let that happen.

A smile spread across Narcissa’s face as she felt his lips repeatedly press against her face and jaw. She’d tilted her head to the side to let him maneuver down her neck until he’d stopped. She’d curled her body against his, relaxing her spin against his chest. She’d sort of melted into him, sinking from the rigid posture she’d used when leaning on the tree. “I haven’t lost anything!” She defended, her lip jutting out as she pouted. “Don’t accuse me of such! I was waiting for you, of course. No one would dare sidle up to me when you were surely not far behind.”

Narcissa maneuvered her legs to lay them across Lucius’ lap, twisting her body to wrap her arms around his neck. Her fingers tangled in the locks of his lovely blonde hair at the base of his neck. “And anyways, were you just by yourself, my dear?” She’d almost called him her Love. Though the affection in her eyes must have spoken wonders or just how dearly she felt for him, she severely doubted calling him her own love was appropriate. Yet. She banished the confusing though from her head and mimicked his tongue clicking.

Narcissa’s eyes drifted over to the other Slytherins practicing for the Quidditch tryouts and then back to Lucius. She cocked and eyebrow into her light hairline.

“Why aren’t you up there? Surely you must understand I only date Quidditch players."

Correction, she’d only dated one Quidditch player. She’d also only seriously dated one person. Dating was highly frowned upon in their parents’ social circles and no one had been able to make the unmovable Miss Black sway from her high horse. Lucius made her knees melt in a way that made her want to date him….and let the boy kiss her jawline while holding her to his chest as he’d just done. It was disconcerting and wonderful all at once.

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[luciusmalfoy]

Like clockwork, Narcissa spun herself around his body until almost every part of her was in contact with whatever part of his body he had to offer her. He smirked slightly as he felt her fingers spin into the golden spools of his hair. The look in her eyes held affection; but, he internalized it as admiration. She was admiring him - drinking him in until she was satiated and content. He allowed her to, since it was a privilege that came with being so close to him personally. Girls only got so far, Narcissa was allow to be enveloped entirely. Sometimes he wondered if she understood the severity of that; how fortunate she was. She started speaking again and he pressed his lips against her forehead to push the point that he could only be so certain that he was aware of.

“And anyways, were you just by yourself, my dear?”

Lucius wanted to laugh. She thought she was being cute… which was in itself a cute thing. So, he could suppose that she succeeded. He raised his eyebrow in a curious manner and let out a small sound that came somewhere between a scoff and an amused chuckle. [green]“Only for so long, Cissy,”[/green] he replied, shifting so that he could wrap her arms around her waist comfortably. [green]“I sit alone for only a few seconds and people automatically gravitate toward me. You know that, darling.”[/green]

Lucius was unwittingly setting her up for a nice ego stroke. He had a tendency to do so, since there was a chance that she’d take the bait. Then, like a good pet, he would reward her for her troubles so that she would be more willing to do it again. Then again, although he wouldn’t admit it aloud, having Narcissa, since he did see the relationship as part possession also, was enough to inflate his ego. By his standards, which were high, she was the most beautiful pureblood girl at Hogwarts. The Slytherin bit was just a bonus. Lucius loved the bit of jealousy he could feel, even if it was present or not, from other men when he mentioned that he was in possession of the blonde-haired goddess.

Of course, he wouldn’t tell her that. He didn’t want to affect her vanity, and give her that sort of power over him. He just gave her what he felt she needed from him, and no more than that. There were other things to think about, perhaps marriage; but, that would come on its own time. There was no need to rush. They could just have fun now. Her sultry voice piped up again in another tease:

“Why aren’t you up there? Surely you must understand I only date Quidditch players."

Lucius snorted. Like he needed to be there -- he was naturally talented at the sport and proved his abilities a million times over. Lucius gently nipped at the skin of her temple, his own subtle way of revenge. [green]“And I only date pretty seventh years. We both have to make sacrifices,”[/green] he teased back as he shifted to accommodate her body into the crook of his again. [green]“Besides, I’d get all sweaty, and that would ruin your pretty little outfit.”[/green]

[`narcissa virga black]

“Well, look at that.” Narcissa breathed, propping her chin up on his shoulder and taking in the soft scent of his cologne. She loved the way he smelled. Peoples’ homes always smelled different from her own home, and people always smelled like their homes. Narcissa had never once really focused on liking the scent of anyone before her time with Lucius. She’d noticed that certain perfumes smelled nice (and she noticed when people smelled disgusting, which was usually hard to not notice), but this went past body-spray deep.

“If the whole school flocks to you, and you flock to me….doesn’t that mean the whole school –in essence- flocks to me?” It was some sort of mathematical property. Narcissa never really understood maths. She and her sisters had tutors growing up, of course. She learned math and writing and how to read. She learned the basics of history (though now that she was older most of it focused on how the Blacks influenced the Wizarding world). She’d never had a knack or mathematical anything though; she knew enough to manage a household and her allowance. She much preferred to spend time practicing her calligraphy and handwriting with invitations to her friends for tea and small get-togethers.

She also had spent a rather long time lately practicing by writing ‘Mr. & Mrs. Lucius Malfoy’, ‘Mrs. Narcissa Black Malfoy’, and ‘Lady Narcissa Malfoy’ repeatedly in the margins of her planner and notes. She thought their names looked more than splendid together; almost as good as they looked together.

Though that thought and his lips pressed against her skin did little to sooth the sudden insecurity that flooded through her. Surely his words had been said in jest, my like her own were, but Narcissa couldn’t prevent the uneasy feeling that settled into the pit of her stomach. Lucius Malfoy was the top of the top and could be dating any girl in his year if he wished. He’d be leaving in a year as an adult, and who would want a little girlfriend in school then? And she was hardly doing the sort of thing those seventh year girls did to keep him around.

Lucius has the most annoying ability to force Narcissa to doubt herself. She was the vainest young woman in the world, unless he spoke to the slightest contrary.

“But…Luci….” His little pet name rolled off of her tongue, reminding herself that she was the one who was allowed to call him the ridiculous name. “You do think I’m prettier than all those girls, anyways- right? You don’t regret showering me with your affection when you could have any of them, do you?”

Those older girls would probably be far more likely to satisfy certain needs he had, but did he want a girl that had satisfied most of the other boys in his year as well? None came from such a good line as she did anyways, except for Bellatrix; she severely doubted Lucius was interested in her sister anyways. She and Bella were opposites in almost everything, and one man couldn’t want two completely different women- could he?

Narcissa bit her lip, tugging at the pink, plump skin.

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[luciusmalfoy]

Narcissa’s delicious bottom lip stuck out in a pout that irritated and made him feel guilty at the same time. He was teasing; however, Narcissa had this knack to take things too seriously whenever the subject regarded over whether she was pretty or not. It was annoying. Many men found this sort of thing to be annoying. To be fair, he already was aware of this particular fact and should have probably chosen a different sort of tease. But, in all seriousness, should he really change who he was completely because of her insecurities? Did she truly believe she could tame him? Not even.

Well, perhaps, in a way, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

To Lucius’ credit, he could have had the pick of any girl he desired. The thing was that, to him, there were girls that you fucked and girls that you dated. Admittedly, there were many girls that he fucked and had done so in the past. That was just his way. However, Narcissa was different. She wasn’t just some pretty face that he only wanted one night with. She had a modicum of civility, and she was intelligent. Narcissa was a lady. She had that sophistication about her that mirrored his own. She was a Pureblood girl, and a Black girl. It showed. She deserved more than Lucius’ general treatment of women. And while he originally intended to just arrange himself a way into the Black, he, against the original plan, fell in love.

[green]“Don’t be stupid,”[/green] he whispered softly, purring the chastisement in the most affectionate way he could. He shifted again and pulled her closer into his lap so he was cradling her entirely. Lucius believed wholehearted that words meant nothing and actions meant everything. That’s why he hardly said that he loved someone. He showed it instead. Those that truly loved him would understand. He never needed to say it because he always displayed it.

Lucius nuzzled her head in a way that forced her to look at him in the eyes. The moment that she did, he dipped down and gently claimed her lips. He kissed her deeply, yet calmly, as his arms wrapped tighter around her waist. A few moments later he broke away, gazing into her eyes just a little bit longer before allowing his chin to rest on the top of her blonde curls.

There was the matter of trust that came in between them. Trust was the most that Lucius deserved from her, and it always irked him when she had to force herself to ask insipid questions like that in order to force affirmations from him that he didn’t need to say. You didn’t fish compliments from Lucius Malfoy; he gave them as he pleased and when he pleased. For her to even try to insinuate that he would ditch her for a walking vagina was an insult to his pride and intelligence.

He chose Narcissa Black because Narcissa Black was worth choosing.

Lucius breathed in the sweet scent of her hair and gave out a pleasant sigh. [green]“Insecurity doesn’t suit you,”[/green] he informed her, which was in of itself a warning and a compliment rolled into one.

[`narcissa virga black]

Narcissa sunk against him, relaxing her body the moment his lips pressed against hers. She was a newcomer to kisses, as far as her classmates went. She’d never been properly kissed on the lips until the previous Christmas (by the man currently reintroducing his tongue to her own). The first few times he’d attempted to deepen their kisses Narcissa had frozen with her mouth parted. No one had actually ever told her that more than lips were involved in kisses. A bit of practice and questions poised to her friends that could keep their mouths shut had made this one of her favorite activities. The second flesh met flesh, Narcissa’s eyes closed and her chest pressed against his firmly. Her arms locked more tightly around his shoulders.

Often when they kissed a pool of warmth settled in her stomach, causing her to press her thighs together and want to continue in the most maddening way possible. It was times like those that she wished she wasn’t a proper young girl; that she knew so much more about the art of love. And then she waved the haze away and blushed in guilt. This kiss, however, melted away the feeling of insecurity and caused a different sort of warmth to wrap around her frame.

Her mother was still parted when he pulled away, her eyelids just open to meet his gaze. Small breaths puffed from her lips, which she promptly licked and closed as her head tucked under his jaw.

Her hands moved away from his shoulders so she could get in a more comfortable position. Her fingertips stroked his shirt-covered side, admiring the firmness of his body. Her eyelids sunk and closed again, a happy little sigh escaping her mouth.

“I don’t mean to be insecure,” She murmured, her tone more conversational than timid as it had been earlier. “I don’t very much like the feeling either. You’re the only one who makes me doubt my perfection.”

She felt as if she’d admitted a dark little secret, her lips promptly closing. She wondered how he’d take the comment. She hoped he’d ignore it and go back to talking about her pretty little outfit. Narcissa had totally missed her chance to milk the comment for all it was worth when he’d first spoken it. She took a very long time each morning to choose what she was going to wear, and that was with her uniform. All of her clothing and robes were specially made for her from much finer fabrics than the standard issue uniforms were crafted with. Her stocking, underwear, and shoe collections filled the bottom of her charmed trunk for she couldn’t leave behind a stitch of it. She carefully picked her nightgowns and dressing gowns out, having developed a habit of changing into them soon after dinner.

She liked the silky, swishy material against her skin especially right after she’d bathed for the night.

“I still don’t know how I feel about the prefects’ bath, Luci.” She said as the thought popped into her head. “How will someone know if I’m in there? Someone could burst in at any time. And I have to carry my things all the way up to it!”

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[luciusmalfoy]

Lucius grinned to herself as Narcissa sighed contently into him, seemingly pleased. This is what he loved about her -- he spoke his truth and she would take it without second guess. It made it easier to comfort her that way. Lucius had to admit, he was a wonderful boyfriend. All the other Hogwarts girls had been cheated of him. Narcissa had swooped in and stole his affections. “That stupid little fifth year brat?” he could hear some of them say. He would smile with a bit of pride and say:

“Yes, and she’s all mine.”

Cissy let out a blurt about the effect of his words on her. All he could really think was: women. He’d roll his eyes, but he decided against it. Even if she couldn’t see, she usually found other ways of figuring out if he had done so or not. He let his left hand begin stroking up and down her side, hoping that the action would placate her more. [green]“You aren’t perfect,”[/green] he said offhandedly, as his free hand started to play with her hair. [green]“But that’s what I like about you, and that’s what I want.”[/green] And that was the honest truth. Perfection came with high maintenance; and, while Narcissa was high maintenance, she was that in the good way. She cared about how she looked and acted because she had a reputation to keep, and Lucius respected that. That’s how he conducted himself also.

His left continued to trace up and down the contour of her body, especially near her hips that spread just slightly to compliment her hourglass figure. She loved the way her body curved. Narcissa was beautiful. There was no question. Some of his friends would give him a hard time because she was a fifth year -- something along the lines on how he was so close to being a cradle robber, and wondering why he would take an underdeveloped girl like her when there were seventh year girls that would kill to be wrapped up in his arms the way Cissa was now. Lucius couldn’t explain to them how wrong and how stupid they were. Narcissa was more of a woman, physically and in intelligence, than most of them. And, in all honesty, there wasn’t a girl that he desired more than her.

As he was on that thought, she piped in about the Prefects’ bathrooms, for reasons he couldn’t be sure. Lucius was a man, and men had their weaknesses. Sex was one of his vices, and because of this, he had this sinking feeling that she had mentioned this small little fact about the baths to jab back at him for being such a jerk earlier. Somehow he thought she’d regret that eventually. Besides, even if she wasn’t, what could he possibly gleam off her statement? All he could think of was this simple equation was:

Narcissa + bath + naked = …

[green]“Whatever do you mean?”[/green] he asked, his hands stopping as he leaned his head back long enough to look at her. There was only one truly awful thing about being Narcissa. She had virtue, and it was really annoying at times. What was worse is that she liked to tease him, and he couldn’t do anything about it, because, whether he liked it or not, he was a gentleman, and he actually cared for her, so he wouldn’t force anything. But there were just times where he couldn’t help himself.

Lucius’ grin widened. [green]“Are you suggesting I come keep watch while you bathe, Cissy?”[/green] he purred, chuckling shortly after.

[`narcissa virga black]

Narcissa hadn’t meant the bathroom comment to be any sort of revenge, actually. She’d told him her plight in hopes that in his older age and status as Head Boy he’d have figured out a solution to this issue. This would be his third year using the private bathroom; surely he had found a way to keep others out. She wasn’t in denial about Lucius’ reputation to the point where she thought he was afraid of women seeing his naked form as she was afraid of men doing such, she was just very sure he had no desire for a little Hufflepuff boy to creep in and make his bathtime awkward.

She had a rather strong feeling that Lucius liked his bathtime as much as Cissa enjoyed her own.

As he pulled away, Narcissa sat up as well and straddled his hips to face him. She’d realize, when she was older and more aware of her body as it related to Lucius’, that she often put herself in positions that Lucius should be applauded for resisting. She met his eyes, a small smile spread across her face. She pressed her lips to his nose.

“I didn’t mean for you to come watch me. You could stand outside the door or stand inside and face the door. I could do the same for you too, dearest. You could tell me all about your day and I could do the same or read to you while you bathe.” Her eyes lit up, as if she thought this was a rather brilliant idea. It’d be rather cozy; her soaking away in the bubbly bathtub while he discussed his classes and read the paper. If you handed her a baby and gave him an old pipe, Narcissa found the whole scene to be as sweet as a mouthful of sugar.

She stroked his hair, still smiling that small smile. “We couldn’t tell anyone of course, it would be our little secret. If it got to my mother she’d be furious, and I know I seem so young at times but I’ll be betrothed and married soon and can you imagine the scandal? But I think it would be…rather nice.”

She was nearly sixteen, only a year shy of being legally able to be married off. Her parents would wait until she was out of school, of course, but contracts would be signed long before her graduation date. In a perfect world she would marry the man in whose arms she was currently held, but neither could be sure how long this relationship would last. Whenever they talked about the future, it seemed they both assumed this was more than just a school year affair. Narcissa could never be too safe, nor did she ever want to strangle Lucius with commitment. She had heard that’s what drove so many young men away from good pureblood girls.

Yet sometimes Narcissa was so curious and full of longing that she didn’t want to be one of those good pureblooded girls. She wanted to do things and say things, much like the question that blurted from her mouth next. If she knew how her little slips teased Lucius, she wouldn’t let them pass so easily.

“Do you wish to see me bathe? I don’t think I’d look my best all wet and sudsy.”

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[luciusmalfoy]

There were times when he wondered if she was so evil that she would put herself in certain ways that were entirely suggestive and pretend that she didn’t know that she was doing it at all. Sometimes it was like torture for him, especially now as she straddled his waist, and it took all self control that he retained to keep himself from reaction emotionally and biologically. He was amazingly talented at keeping himself from embarrassing situations that boys with less control subjected themselves to. If Lucius wasn’t the patient saint that he was, he would have lashed out at her already for being a cocktease without any chance for payoff. Yet, there was a certain authentic-ness to her naivety. Sometimes he wondered if he was dating a girl that was younger. Had she been that sheltered?

Unwittingly, his hands rested at her waist. It was a compromising position, and his mind wasn’t helping much either. She was that close, and yet so far. Lucius could be considered masochistic for enduring this for so long. Cissy kissed his nose and he sighed through it shortly after. [green]“You’re wretched,”[/green] he said almost lovingly. She was torturing him more, and being positively dreamy at the same time. Would he want to watch her bathe? He’d give his left nut to watch her bathe. He purposely ignored how she would look all wet and sudsy -- he was having a hard time enough trying not to visualize it. He felt like he would lose himself if he even talked about it.

Lucius forced himself to think on the other thing she mentioned, so he wouldn’t pop an erection while she was seated so vicariously on his lap. Betrothal. He didn’t like thinking about it. She would mention the subject every so often, like she was seriously considering it, offhandedly while they were together. They couldn’t go *that* far because it wouldn’t be right. Sometimes it made Lucius wonder if their relationship, to her, was just almost like a fling; where she could get some practice in before trying it out on the real deal.

Usually, Lucius wasn’t so jealous. And to be honest, he wasn’t. It was more or less a feeling that someone was stealing one of his most prized possessions away. In his own subtle way, he had claimed her for his own, and the very idea of someone else taking her away was almost like trying to take a bone away from a dog. You didn’t do it unless you wanted to be bitten. So, perhaps Narcissa wasn’t so serious about their relationship. But he couldn’t be sure -- at other times, much like she had earlier, she would talk in a dreamy sort of manner, about the future, or about certain actions that would allude to what sort of life they would have together.

Narcissa was an enigma. Sometimes Lucius liked those, other times he didn’t.

He squeezed her hips. [green]“Hmph,”[/green] he huffed, sounding wounded. [green]“I suppose I should enjoy what I have until you’re stolen away, shouldn’t I?”[/green] A grin spread across his face. That was suggestive. If anything, Lucius felt he deserved some sort of compensation as a take away before she abandoned him for another man. At least he could say to his mates that he put Narcissa in the sack. Worrying about marriage would have to come later.

He didn’t want it that way, but he wouldn’t tell her that.

[`narcissa virga black]

Narcissa arched up as his hands squeezed her hips, the reaction one based on sheer instincts. She blushed realizing she’d pushed certain parts of her body even more firmly against his. Her spine relaxed even as her cheeks grew several shades darker. She looked down, tugging at his tie gently. “I doubt anyone would attempt to steal me from you,” She murmured, pressing her lips to the small amount of skin that had been exposed right above his Windsor knot. Her forehead leaned against the starched collar of his shirt.

“It’s far more likely someone will swipe in and take you from me while you’re a worldly man and I’m still in school.” Her eyes and head rose slightly to meet his, her eyes betraying her feelings. The tone had been light and playful, but her eyes showed that there was far more emotion and depth to her words. His fears that she’d be snatched up were unrealistic. It was indeed a much larger possibility that he’d find some mature, pretty woman to marry and bear his heirs when he graduated. “And then I’ll be stuck with someone like Crouch or Mcnair.”

She blinked and shook her head, attempting to get the images from her head. She had no reason to think so far ahead or a reason to act so very jealous at the idea. Neither had proclaimed their love (though Narcissa hoped that he would, because then she’d be free to admit her love for him. She couldn’t before he did, she felt as if she had no right to trap him).

She leaned backwards, trying to untangle her body from his. Narcissa let her back and head hit the grass, stretching out slightly so her back would crack. She repositioned her legs so they’d just brush up against his now. She felt the need to cool off, her cheeks still rather flushed.

“Will you come watch me?” She asked, attempting to turn the conversation back to something more playful. She didn’t catch the mistake in her question. “Perhaps I could bring a bathing suit and we could swim together. It’s large enough for both of us to fit in without pressing and bumping against one another. It’ll be a relief if this weather doesn’t cool off soon.”

It was rather warm and as the two had sat there, and the sun had risen higher in the sky, the temperature had risen steadily. She’d have killed a small animal for snow just then, maybe even for an icy glass of lemonade. Her fingers reached up to unbutton the top of her shirt and tug her green and silver tie sharply from its spot.

Black clouds loomed in her field of vision, looking rather ominous. Perhaps that would help, soaking the whole castle in cool water (though the humidity would wreak havoc on her poor hair). It would be the one upside to the storm. Narcissa hated storms in general, and this one looked like it would be the kind with ear-drum shattering cracks of lightening. She’d never sleep tonight.

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[luciusmalfoy]

Her movements were quick and precise, and before he knew it, she had removed herself from him and laid back in the grass. Lucius was thankful. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could have taken the physical torture she was putting him through. Lucius crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the sky with her. He didn’t feel the same way she did about the weather. He preferred it hot like this. There was nothing more relaxing than the sun on your face and bare skin as you laid on the grounds in between study sessions. And, to be honest, he loved the way the sun reflected off of Cissy’s skin, setting it aglow. She looked more like a beautiful porcelain doll than a human at that moment. Lucius didn’t want to gaze at her admiringly, however. If he had, then she would have known how he felt, and he didn’t want that. To him, relationships had a certain amount of dominance and control. He was the man, thusly he had control. He would show as much affection to her as he pleased and when he pleased.

It wasn’t Narcissa’s place to gleam affection off of him when he didn’t mean to give it in the first place.

In that moment of silence, he had time to think over what she had just said. When Lucius commented on her betrothal, it was only because she mentioned it all the time. She made it sound like there was a very likely chance that she would be taken away and given to another man as his bride. Her jab at him, however, about how he would likely be whisked away by some woman was nothing short of unnecessary. No one swept Lucius off his feet, not without his consent. It was so like Cissy to be so offhanded and flippant about how distrusting she was of him. Maybe that revelation was harsh - but that’s how it felt most of the time.

Any other person would get on his knees and explain to her outright that there was no other girl like her in the world, and that he wanted to other when he had her. But, to him, he saw no point in that. It should have been plainly obvious when he chose her over the other likely candidates amongst the Hogwarts student body. It’s not like Lucius was forced to chose her because he had nothing to choose from. He had plenty of other allegeable and willing women that would kill to be sitting on his lap and teasing him about watching her bathe. He chose Narcissa because that’s what he decided was what he wanted.

Lucius thought that Narcissa should know that without him having to tell her. He snorted and let his legs rub up against hers gently.

He supposed Narcissa needed more accommodating than that. He would have to adapt, for once. She was worth it -- another thing he wouldn’t tell her. Lucius tilted his head and his blonde locks fell over his neck. His face looked as if he were deep in thought.

[green]“We should just get married then,”[/green] he said offhandedly, the comment seeming more flippant than he had meant it to be. In some ways he was very serious about what he just said. What he was hoping she would gleam is that he truly did feel serious about their future.

[`narcissa virga black]

Narcissa’s head jerked up and she stared at Lucius for a few, long minutes. She propped herself up on her elbows, her chest thrusting out slightly. Her eyes were full of confusion, unsure of what exactly to make of his last statement.

“We should just get married then,”

Her stomach twisted in a mixture of excitement and frustration. How could he say it so easily, just tossing the idea out in the wind? He said it as if he was suggesting they visit The Glass Slipper for dinner during Christmas vacation; as if he was tossing around the idea of eating steak over pasta that night for dinner. It didn’t seem to matter to him. They should get married because it made their current agenda easier, that’s what he was telling her. He wasn’t confessing his love, any sort of affection, or even that he thought she would be an exceptional wife beyond all the other young women he knew. It was so terribly flippant of him that Narcissa wanted to burst into tears about it.

Didn’t he know how much he meant to her? Didn’t he grasp the concept that marriage, in general, was her entire life? She was born to marry well, bear pureblood heirs, and continue on her husband’s name. Her dreams had painted him in the position of her husband and she longed for that; she longed for him to want her as his wife and love her desperately. And it wasn’t going according to her dreams. Marrying her was convenient.

But some small part of her was screaming in his favor. Why would he want to make being with her easier if he didn’t care for her? Why would he deny himself all other women (the ones that could please him in all aspects) if he didn’t care for her. Perhaps he was just trying to be a man and hide his emotions from her. The way he stroked her sides and buried his nose into her hair couldn’t be the actions of an uncaring man.

She was torn. “We should just get married then,”

Suddenly, in several quick movements, Narcissa flung herself to him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she buried her face into his neck, and her body pressed against his firmly. Her breathing was heavy and came out in short little puffs.

It would be like a chain, she thought. He’d have to meet with her father, contracts would be signed in blood, and there’d be no room if he were to change his mind. He’d be stuck with her and she could not do that to him.

“I don’t want you to marry me because it’ll be the easy way out. I wouldn’t do that to you. We’d both regret it in the end and I’d have trapped you into this situation. And then you’d wander and I’d die, Lucius. I would die.” She stopped talking just then, her breathing quickening as she placed little kisses all along his neck.

“And I know you care for me. You kiss me and hold me gently. You don’t force me to spread my legs like other boys have attempted without success. Oh, and when you kiss my I can’t even think. You listen when I’m upset and you get this look in your eye when I even mention being with another boy. Merlin, I love you Lucius.” She whispered the last few words, her voice cracking as her fingers tightened their grip on his collar.

“I love you so much, I won’t let tie yourself so permanently to me.”

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[luciusmalfoy]

Almost like clockwork, she had reacted in a way that he, surprisingly, didn’t expect. Before he could even comprehend the notion, she had clung to him as if she were trying to convince him out of turning the wand on himself. Lucius listened to her words and allowed his arms to wrap around her waist tightly, hugging her close to his body. He tried not to think about how comfortable and wonderful it was for her to be this close. She would never realize how much he enjoyed it when she embraced him entirely - body to body, face to face, lips to lips. However, on this occasion the subject was not so happy. A comment that he intended to make her feel better about their situation only turned out to make things worse. That was another thing he would have to adapt to about Narcissa; you couldn’t be curt. She needed you to explain things. Leaving room for vagueness only led to situations like this; with her draped across him, planting gentle kisses of sadness across his tight skin, and praying desperately that he wouldn’t reduce himself to hitching them together, forever.

And then, she said it.

“I love you.”

It was more than that, though. She understood that he cared for her also. She understood that she loved him so much that she wouldn’t dare try to tie him down at the prime of his life. Normally, he would agree. However, this time, he was torn. Lucius didn’t know what to say. He knew perfectly well what she wanted him to say, but he didn’t know if he wanted to yet, or ever. And that wasn’t because of her either. It was just how he felt about the phrase - “I love you” felt so temporary. It felt like a mistake coming out. One day you’d say it, and eventually you’d have to wonder why you ever did. Words were strange like that. Once they were said, they were said, and there was no taking it back. But the words were so contrary, too. They could mean so much in the moment, but easily sway to so something else as soon as they could. To him, action was where love truly lied. You couldn’t lie with your actions. He could whisper sweet loving things into her ear and never mean them at all -- but he couldn’t hold her, kiss her and play with her hair and have that mean nothing at all. Being told of love… that was one thing. Being shown love was something else entirely. It felt different to him. How Narcissa laid in his arms now conveyed more than words ever could.

There was always room for middle ground, he supposed. Lucius could admit, though, that what he had uttered to her about marriage was so careless. Lucius could easily be romantic, and now he had to make up for it. Lucius used his face to nuzzle her own up to his, and just as he had before, he kissed her again. For him, it was if he were trying to calm her down just enough to make up for the mistake he had made. He was less aggressive with the way his lips and tongue moved, almost as if he were savoring her instead of just devouring her. It was loving and it was tender, and he hesitated slightly as he pulled away and began to kiss up her nose, across her brow, down the side of her head and to her ear. With a quick glance around, to make sure that no one was watching, he began to speak.

[green]“It would not be of convenience to me,”[/green] he started, his voice gentle. [green]“Convenience would be to just leave you.”[/green] And that was true. The only easy way out of the relationship was for him to just leave her without second thought. The thing was, he didn’t want to do that. Lucius very well understood what would happen if they were to seriously consider getting married. Of course he knew that he would have to meet her father and work out a plan with him. She was a woman from the Black family. Getting married wasn’t a joyful thing, it was a business plan. Narcissa was worth that.

[green]“You couldn’t trap me, even if you wanted to,”[/green] Lucius explained. He kept one arm firmly across her waist as he went to his tie and began to loosen it from his neck. [green]“You seem to forget that I have my own free will, Cissy. I choose to do as I like and I choose to say as I like because that is what I want to do.”[/green] He would have added, “and I want to marry you,” at the end, but he felt like a proposal like that would cause her to be even more upset. Lucius pulled the tie from his neck and sat up a bit more, pulling her upward with him. He let his other arm move away from her waist as he grabbed her hand, and used his free hand to tie his hand and her hand together with the green strip of silk. He didn’t pull the knot too tightly; and, when it was finished, he allowed his free arm to drape across her back as his encased hand pressed up against her own encased hand, and his fingers began to entangle within hers.

An Irish wizard he knew told him of this once -- it was called “hand fasting.” And while the theory and practice of such a ritual was much more complicated than what he had just now committed, he thought it was symbolic enough to make Cissy smile a little, even if she didn’t really understand what he was doing. With a soft sigh he buried his face into her hair, breathing the sweet smell of her shampoo, and very quietly whispered [green]“I love you too,”[/green], and desperately hoped she didn’t catch it.

But, he really wouldn’t be unhappy if she did.

[`narcissa virga black]

Narcissa didn’t miss it. How could she? She was a young female in love; her ears were trained to listen for those magical words. It was similar to a hunting dog trained for the smell of fox or rabbit. Even as the words had drifted from his tongue in the softest whisper they caused her to shiver. Gooseflesh erupted all over her skin instantly, but the smile had hit her face faster than that.

Just moments ago she hadn’t been sure if she should smile or cry, but now she knew just what she wanted to do. She knew of Hand Fast ceremonies. Her preferred reading materials were almost always romantic, many of which set in settings where the ceremony was popular. Several couples in her family tree had used the ceremony (tied in with several well worded curses and spells) to seal their wedding. The rope would tie husband and bride together, having been enchanted by the parents. Fidelity was sworn, but it was usually faithfulness to the family (while her little romance novel characters swore faithfulness to their spouses). The idea of being Hand Fasted to the young man holding her tightly in his lap was romantic enough. The fact he’d done it with such steady hands and firm touch made her heart swell. That he had been the one to think of it, to want to tie himself to her, almost made ‘Cissa’s heart burst.

A small tear dripped from the inner corner of her eye, though it was far from one of despair. She’d never seen everything so wonderfully clear before. The nervous feeling in her stomach had completely dissipated, being replaced by the airy and light feeling of pure delight. Narcissa closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his once again, her free hand cupping his jaw as she deepened the kiss. The traced along the contours of his bone and stroked the slight stubble that had formed since he’d last shaved.

She suddenly had the urge to know every inch of his body. She loved him and he loved her. They were going to be one. Narcissa thought that love was pure magic, for nothing else could make her feel such extreme and wonderful emotions. Perhaps muggles didn’t feel love like they did, which is part of what made them so inferior. She moved her knot-held hand slightly to grip and squeeze Lucius’ hand.

The smile hadn’t left her face and she doubted it would for a long, long time. She kissed him again, this time very gentle and soft. The first kiss had been more passionate than her usual kisses, but these were passionate in their own way. The gentle pressure of her lips against his, the slight flick of her tongue along his bottom lip, and the small, happy sigh she breathed into his mouth felt just as heady as the one she’d forced upon him earlier.

A few small giggles slipped past her lips as they hovered above his. She caught her breath and tucked her head back under his, cuddling close.

“I don’t suppose there’s any problem with our bathing idea now. Perhaps….when we’re married….we can really bathe together? I find the idea of you washing my back for me, and I for you, more than a little appealing. Is that silly? I don’t think I’ve ever thought doing things like that. Or just sleeping by your side. I think that will be my favorite.” She giggled again.

Narcissa pulled on their knotted hands, holding them to her chest. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. No one else is good enough for me, but sometimes I find you too good. “

She closed to her eyes for just a second when there was a crack of lightening overhead. Before she could look up to see how close they were to the store, water poured from the sky. Several girls screamed and there was a rush towards the castle. The Quidditch players would stay out the longest, but would be forced inside for their safety. Narcissa pulled herself away from his grip (though she was far from happy to do so) and grabbed her stockings and shoes. She then tossed her bag over her shoulder, squealing as she quickly soaked through her clothing.

She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward the castle.

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