A/N;; I didn't even realized I'd forgotten to put this in.
Anyway, not only is this the first short of gosh knows how many, but here you will find a better description of this. None of these stories are connected; the only lasting characters- and even they may not appear in some fics- are Mazzy Bell and Tailynn Finnigan. I really cannot stand the names Emmeline Vance, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, or Hestia Jones. Besides- oh, nevermind.
We (Pink and I- the authors, though mostly me) will happily take any requests to type up. The shorts could be as long as five pages in Word or as short as the one below.
So, read on, Fan, read on.
Today was not the first time Lucius had become intimate with his fiancée, Narcissa Black, in a broom closet. In fact, it was quite a frequent happening; sometimes it was planned, sometimes it was spontaneous, and, sometimes, one of them was already in there. Considering they weren't an official 'couple', neither grew too jealous quickly- they'd have each other their entire lives, they could certainly spare a few years to the other less-fortunate girls and boys of Hogwarts. She moaned beneath him, and he couldn't help but be rather pleased with himself- it had only been five minutes; just an interval between his last class and lunch. Lunch gave them an extra forty-five minutes or so to fool around so Lucius was in no real hurry.
Locked in a kiss, Lucius did not realize the door had opened behind him, and that his latest nuisance- a Gryffindor by the name of Mazzy Bell- stood at the doorway.
"Lucy-y-y," She cried, "I'm ho-o-o-ome!" Lucius almost bit down but stopped himself, realizing he was still in a kiss; because of that, he nearly swallowed Narcissa's tongue and his throat protested. He would have coughed if his tongue wasn't in Narcissa's mouth. He pulled himself completely away from Narcissa and shot upwards, buttoning his pants. Mazzy lingered for a moment longer, watching the complete disorientation- Narcissa was fuming but was in such a daze that she couldn't react- before taking off. Lucius swore loud enough for Mazzy to hear, and she laughed outright.
"Mazzy Fiorella!" He roared, following behind her. Lucius, with his longer legs, quickly caught up to her and took her by the arm.
He raised his hand as if to smack her, but Mazzy made a funny noise and he stopped, dumbstruck. "You're a boy, you can't hit girls!" Mazzy shrieked; though she sounded completely terrified, she wore a grin from ear to ear. Lucius let his hand drop and loosened his grip, not wanting to be caught doing something quite so shameful as hitting a girl. He took to glaring at her, hoping he would be able to kill her with his absolute loathing.
"Hey, Lucy," Mazzy said, "I lo-ove you." Lucius cursed again, louder. He almost didn't realize she was speaking again, "Hey, Lucy," How could a voice be so infuriating? "I showered this morning." She grinned at him triumphantly. Lucius continued to glower at her. "Hey, Lucy," He really wished he could hit her, "Guess what?"
He didn't answer.
"Guess what, guess what, guess what; guess what!" When he still didn't answer her, she began to repeat Lucy over and over again until he could take it no more.
"What?!" He shouted at her, almost flinging her down.
"Do you want children, Lucy?"
He blinked. "Are you offering me something?" He asked quietly.
"Do-o you?"
Lucius could not imagine having children with such an insufferable foe, even if she was pretty. "I… Suppose?" If it would get her in bed with him, why not?
"Too bad!" She kneed him hard so he lost his grasp on her arm; she darted off again.
"Bye, Lucy!" Mazzy shouted.
Oh, he loathed her.