[035 Sixth Sense- Dedicated to my fellow LMNM authoress MandyQ who ships the M's as I do.
Lucius and Narcissa rode down the dusty country road towards her grandparents' house in his personal Clydesdale-drawn carriage. The dust bounced off the charmed exterior, however, and didn't enter into the compartment, making the trip bearable, at least. Lucius stared off into the distant countryside, absentmindedly messing with his overcoat.
"Stop fidgeting, dear," Narcissa nudged Lucius, making him drop the lining of his jacket he had been fondling. "There's nothing to be nervous about."
"I wasn't fidgeting," He stated and she shot a look of disbelief at him. He rationalized his statement, "I noticed that there was a bit of dust on the edge and I was trying to get it off."
"So you sat there for five minutes messing it rather than removing it by wand?" Merlin. Why did she have to be so quick about things? "I- I didn't think…" He gesticulated grandly with his hands as he searched for an explanation. "It didn't come to mind a the moment."
"Lucius Coltrane Abraxas Malfoy, you would scratch your nose by magic if there was a spell for it," She laughed. "You're nervous and you know it. Personally, I'm flattered. It means that this meeting means something to you."
"I'm not nervous. I'm never nervous. I'm a Malfoy," He straightened up and tightened his grip on his cane head. Pride wins over sentiment. Narcissa smirked, "I know your moods, Luce. I can read you like a book. It's women's intuition; a sixth sense all women have."
"A woman's intuition?" Lucius chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "So you can tell what I'm thinking right now?"
"I said moods, not thoughts. My grandmother may claim to be a seer, but I certainly don't," She glanced out the window, smiling slightly and switching to "enjoy-the-scenery" mode.
Lucius however adapted a devilishly wicked grin and kept his gaze on Narcissa. He leaned over to her and kissed her neck, leading a trail down to her collarbone and back again. "What's my mood now, Miss Intuition?" He teased, pulling back a little and whispering into her ear.
She giggled and pushed him back playfully, "I could guess… but I could also guess my conservative grandfather's mood if his youngest granddaughter showed up at their doorstep with her hair mussed and skirts rustled."
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