So I've wanted to write a multi-chapter Lucissa story for a while now and a few ideas have been buzzing around my head. This is one of those many ideas, so let's run with it. :D Based off of a number of things from songs to roleplays, named for a song from Andrew Llyod Webber's Love Never Dies. I've never done a multichapter piece worth talking of, so any criticisms will be appreciated!
I don't own any characters you recognize, but if you know of anyplace I can get a reasonably priced Lucius drop me a line!
The day starts, the day ends, time crawls by.
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I can't bear to sleep
'Till I hear you sing.
And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there,
But wake holding nothing but the empty air.
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass; Let them die!
Without you, what are they for?
I'll always feel No more than halfway real
'Till I hear you sing once more.
-'Till I Hear You Sing, Love Never Dies.
Miss Narcissa Black of the Most Ancient and Pureblood House of Black was outside on the warmest of spring days, the wind wiping through her blonde hair. The pond before her was the clearest of blues, the very same shade as the silk of her robes. The grass was green beyond green. The very air tasted crisp and perfect.
It was within moments that she felt a presence behind her, and then an arm wrap around her small frame. If the warm, clean smell of the male in question had not enveloped her so quickly she might have screamed and lashed back. Instead, Narcissa sunk against the male's chest and took a hearty breath of his fresh scent. Her eyes slid shut as she felt lips press along her ear and collarbone. A wisp of blond hair that was not her own brushed over her suddenly bare shoulders.
She was naked and Lucius Malfoy's hands and lips were roaming over her body in the perfect sunlight on that perfect afternoon. Her hands reached up to grasp for his and suddenly she was groping for air. Nothingness, darkness, and Narcissa Black awoke in her own cold bed with a start.
It was not the first time such a dream had managed to slip into her mind. It was as if her soul enjoyed dangling that unattainable treasure in front of her nose and making her beg for it until she ached and could scream. The young woman turned to her side and clutched the down pillow to her chest, biting her lip as she held back that cry of outrage. Her whole body tingled and her mind was reeling.
It had been six long months since the engagement had been broken off between Lucius and she. It had been at his family's annual gala. The scene played behind her eyelids every time she closed them, the dropping feeling her stomach repeating every time she took a breath. The pain that ran through her body was ever present.
It had been his mother, no one else who'd spoken when the small party had adjourned to the drawing room for a moment. Lucius hadn't looked at her as the blonde woman looked down her nose at the wisp of a girl standing before her.
'Lucius is growing older, Miss Black. As my husband grows frail it is most vital that his heir be married and the next heir be born.'
Narcissa had nodded along like the idiot she was, with that smile still pinned to her face. Of course she and Lucius would marry immediately after her schooling was complete. She was unsure if there had ever been a debate when it came to that small matter. From the very moment she and Lucius become….involved the day dreaming and musings had talked of the freedoms they'd have together when she finished her schooling. But apparently that was not to be.
'Sooner. We wish him married by the end of the summer, and that will just not work. You will be too young, too fresh to be a bride. The engagement is terminated, Miss Black.'
A joke? And early Christmas joke? Her stomach had heaved, she'd sought Lucius' eyes for some form of comfort, some form of mischief to prove it was one ill-tasted joke. She'd backed from the room, still nodding and giving that smile (though it had faltered slightly). No crying, no screaming. She'd floo'ed home, retired to her suit, pulled off the engagement ring and placed it in its tiny velvet box under her pillow.
It wasn't until she'd been undressed and curled between her sheets that the whole thing hit her with a gust of wind.
No more.
And here she lay, six months later and still unable to stop that terrible feeling penetrating her soul with each though of Lucius. They had been in love, Dear Merlin! It was the perfect match, the perfect everything. Their families had been perfectly matched, their tastes, their hair. The way his hands had felt around hers, the way his body pressed against hers when she sought comfort.
Down to the very way his smile grew each time her own did was so perfect. They were always perfect. And now it was nothing. Memories of walks, stolen kisses, flowers pinned to her hair made her chest rise and fall with sobs still- all these months later. Her mother had tried to comfort her; the first love was always the hardest to lose. The woman didn't understand; there would be no other love. That Narcissa was sure of.
If she could not have Lucius, she would die an old maid.
It wasn't as if she had a choice in the matter either, Lucius had ruined her. What would she do? What could she do?
And somewhere across the countryside lay another blond. His strong arms held a similar pillow against his chest, stroking it in his sleep. His mind danced between dreams and reality, the aching need in his own groin causing him to growl and bite into the feathered material beneath the pillow. Damn it! Damn it all to hell and back!
Another growl escaped his lips as he rolled onto his back. What was he to do? Six months and Cissy was still on his mind (along with other body parts). He could not sleep without burying his head into the very pillow she'd once rested her own head on and seeking out the smell of her vanilla scented soap. His muscled body searched for her smooth one, to mold against his own.
What had the blasted woman done to him?
The eighteen year old found himself discontent with life since the moment their agreement was declared null. It had not mattered he had not found her body in his bed for the trivial months leading up to that Christmas disaster. What had mattered was that she would no longer be there- for any activities. He'd retired many a night, longing to hold her in his sleep, to seek her womanly warmth in more ways than one. He'd half women, still dreaming foggily of the mornings he'd spent with her during the previous summer.
His parents had left for a tour of Europe, and Narcissa's father assumed she was staying with her recently married elder sister. It had been a blessing, the many nights Narcissa had been able to slip into his home without notice from any parties but each other. He'd wake to find the blonde hovering over her. He'd take her for morning walks, tucking yellow flowers into her silvery hair. She'd ruined him, taken away any roguish wiles he'd ever been possibly able to have.
He'd attempted to go out cavorting and drinking and attempting at enjoyable endeavors but he'd been unable to stop picturing Narcissa beneath him. What had she done to him? What had his mother damned him to?
His new fiancé was certainly not his Miss Black. She was all wrong for him; her bony fingers dug into his and her head was too even with his to fit correctly on his chest. He scowled at her attempts at romance and brief intimacy with him. He had been doomed to having mistress it seemed. The brunette was curvaceous where he wanted wispy and thin when he wanted plush. Her hair was a course tangle of brown and her face a freckled and ruddy mess. His palms itched for Cissa's pale flesh each moment his gaze locked with the Greengrass girl's.
He would not have her! He could not have her!
Lucius sat up in his bed, swinging his legs over the sides and moving towards the wash room mirror. His gaze met that of his reflection, silver eyes burning into silver eyes. He'd deflowered and ruined Miss Black not long after their engagement had been announced. His body ached with a different feeling at that very though, his stomach clenching.
She would not marry. He would. She could not marry, he could. His eyes narrowed as he splashed cool water from a basin onto his face, the sprinkling of water droplets clinging to his nose as he met his own gaze again. He would not marry. Not Greengrass of anyone else of her nature; Not anyone that was not Narcissa.
Lucius Malfoy always achieved what he wanted. He only hoped this endeavor would not be the exception that proved the rule.