Title:Enticing Figures
Dedication:Angie and Blitz
Warnings:I portray Narcissa as hating Lucius, if that's a problem don't
read on.
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Chapter 1
"I myself am hell"
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There was something that day in October, something cool and calm. Above the institute lay clouds, dark, deep gray clouds which stirred about. Rushes of a damp wind rustled through out the trees, over the lake to create waves and ripples. As suspected, rain drops began rapping against the stone steps; clanging over thick glass windows. Hurrying across the grounds, books in hand was none other than Narcissa Black; nearly slipping up the stone steps, sliding across the entrance into the door. A shaking hand flung open the heavy oak door, as the dripping student entered with a laugh. Students walked along the halls, chattering, shooting glances toward the young blonde. With a nervous laugh, flip of the hair, and a wring to her skirt, Narcissa began the long walk to the Slytherin commons. Puddles formed beneath soaked feet, causing them to slip and slid around the halls. Narcissa turned the sharp corner, which led her toward the Dungeon stairs with a hum. Her eyes sunk low as a hand reached to the railing, each foot descending carefully. But no matter how slow this girl went, Narcissa still managed to take a dive face forward. Rolling down the steps, loud swears filled the air until her body slammed against the Slytherin portrait hole. She sighed, crawling to scratched knees, a hand tossing long hair back. "Damn it." The girl scowled while standing and reciting the password, which led her into the dark commons.
The normally filled chairs were empty, for no student could be seen. A long sigh filled the air as Narcissa tossed her belongings onto the nearby end table. Her tired body fell into the arm chair, legs kicking over the side. Narcissa Black; epiphany of beauty. Long blonde hair, reaching mid back, subtle blue eyes which held tints of green, and a figure most girls would have to be dieing to have. She had the grades, the looks, the normal Slytherin personality, and that was supposed to make her happy. And to most, Narcissa appeared to be the happiest student alive. But a cheap smile and hair toss meant nothing, for that mask hid the truth, hid a desperate little girl begging for someone to love her.
Cool eyes surveyed the commons, seeing no one in the midst's of darkness. Sighs of relief lifted into the air, as she began to sit up and look over her battle scars. Her attention fell to the droplets of blood which sank into white knee socks. Narcissa leaned back, kicking off Mary- Janes, hands pulling down the knee highs. She laid these belongings, along with her dripping robe, near the fire place. Again, her eyes stalked about the room and she nodded, as if trying to re assure herself. Her body bent over slightly, soft hands wringing out a soaked skirt. Long locks of hair drifted over gray eyes that continued to stare downward. Maybe it was because she had begun humming, that the stirring in the corner didn't render in her mind. But as a cold hand reached from utter darkness, fingers rolling down Narcissa's spine, the girl soon realized she wasn't the only one lurking in the commons. Her body jumped, nearly falling forward while eyes and legs quickly turned around. A soft scream could be heard; a grin appeared and then came the voices.
"My dear Narcissa, you act as if you'd seen a ghost.." The voice stated while running a cold hand down Narcissa's cheek, his grin widening. His hair was long and blonde, pulled back into a loose hair tie. Dark blue eyes searched across the body before him, absorbing ever shudder and chill. He was quite a bit taller than the girl, with a bigger build, which held the element of fear in most. Narcissa moved her head sharply to the side, her hand tossing his to the side.
"Iv warned you before about touching me Malfoy." Narcissa replied in a dangerous tone, eyes glaring deep into his. Lucius smirked, circling his victim cautiously.
"That sounds like a threat Narcissa." He began with his voice beaming, hands reaching to her shoulders, heading leaning close with a whisper, "Getting a little sure of yourself again, are you ready to make that mistake?" His cool, delicate touch rushed down the body of Narcissa, entrapping her inside. The way his eyes fell across her body, rolling down everything. Lucius Malfoy held the tendencies of a dark creature, a stalker almost. His fixation had fallen on Narcissa at one of the two family get- togethers, when she and Sirius landed themselves into a rather heated conversation. Her spark, her flame enticed him, feeding the fires which burned deep within. His cold hands ran down her body, falling across every curve. However a sharp gesture on her part sent him stumbling backward.
"I said don't touch me, your hands do too much wandering, as does that tongue of yours." Narcissa said while pulling her elbow back into position, eyes flaring with anger. Her body moved quickly, hands snatching up belongings. "Stay away from me, understand?" She added before ascending to the girl's dormitories, thus leaving Lucius with his own mind. Again he grinned while taking a seat in front of the fire, eyes calmly falling into the flames.
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Chapter 1
"I myself am hell"
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There was something that day in October, something cool and calm. Above the institute lay clouds, dark, deep gray clouds which stirred about. Rushes of a damp wind rustled through out the trees, over the lake to create waves and ripples. As suspected, rain drops began rapping against the stone steps; clanging over thick glass windows. Hurrying across the grounds, books in hand was none other than Narcissa Black; nearly slipping up the stone steps, sliding across the entrance into the door. A shaking hand flung open the heavy oak door, as the dripping student entered with a laugh. Students walked along the halls, chattering, shooting glances toward the young blonde. With a nervous laugh, flip of the hair, and a wring to her skirt, Narcissa began the long walk to the Slytherin commons. Puddles formed beneath soaked feet, causing them to slip and slid around the halls. Narcissa turned the sharp corner, which led her toward the Dungeon stairs with a hum. Her eyes sunk low as a hand reached to the railing, each foot descending carefully. But no matter how slow this girl went, Narcissa still managed to take a dive face forward. Rolling down the steps, loud swears filled the air until her body slammed against the Slytherin portrait hole. She sighed, crawling to scratched knees, a hand tossing long hair back. "Damn it." The girl scowled while standing and reciting the password, which led her into the dark commons.
The normally filled chairs were empty, for no student could be seen. A long sigh filled the air as Narcissa tossed her belongings onto the nearby end table. Her tired body fell into the arm chair, legs kicking over the side. Narcissa Black; epiphany of beauty. Long blonde hair, reaching mid back, subtle blue eyes which held tints of green, and a figure most girls would have to be dieing to have. She had the grades, the looks, the normal Slytherin personality, and that was supposed to make her happy. And to most, Narcissa appeared to be the happiest student alive. But a cheap smile and hair toss meant nothing, for that mask hid the truth, hid a desperate little girl begging for someone to love her.
Cool eyes surveyed the commons, seeing no one in the midst's of darkness. Sighs of relief lifted into the air, as she began to sit up and look over her battle scars. Her attention fell to the droplets of blood which sank into white knee socks. Narcissa leaned back, kicking off Mary- Janes, hands pulling down the knee highs. She laid these belongings, along with her dripping robe, near the fire place. Again, her eyes stalked about the room and she nodded, as if trying to re assure herself. Her body bent over slightly, soft hands wringing out a soaked skirt. Long locks of hair drifted over gray eyes that continued to stare downward. Maybe it was because she had begun humming, that the stirring in the corner didn't render in her mind. But as a cold hand reached from utter darkness, fingers rolling down Narcissa's spine, the girl soon realized she wasn't the only one lurking in the commons. Her body jumped, nearly falling forward while eyes and legs quickly turned around. A soft scream could be heard; a grin appeared and then came the voices.
"My dear Narcissa, you act as if you'd seen a ghost.." The voice stated while running a cold hand down Narcissa's cheek, his grin widening. His hair was long and blonde, pulled back into a loose hair tie. Dark blue eyes searched across the body before him, absorbing ever shudder and chill. He was quite a bit taller than the girl, with a bigger build, which held the element of fear in most. Narcissa moved her head sharply to the side, her hand tossing his to the side.
"Iv warned you before about touching me Malfoy." Narcissa replied in a dangerous tone, eyes glaring deep into his. Lucius smirked, circling his victim cautiously.
"That sounds like a threat Narcissa." He began with his voice beaming, hands reaching to her shoulders, heading leaning close with a whisper, "Getting a little sure of yourself again, are you ready to make that mistake?" His cool, delicate touch rushed down the body of Narcissa, entrapping her inside. The way his eyes fell across her body, rolling down everything. Lucius Malfoy held the tendencies of a dark creature, a stalker almost. His fixation had fallen on Narcissa at one of the two family get- togethers, when she and Sirius landed themselves into a rather heated conversation. Her spark, her flame enticed him, feeding the fires which burned deep within. His cold hands ran down her body, falling across every curve. However a sharp gesture on her part sent him stumbling backward.
"I said don't touch me, your hands do too much wandering, as does that tongue of yours." Narcissa said while pulling her elbow back into position, eyes flaring with anger. Her body moved quickly, hands snatching up belongings. "Stay away from me, understand?" She added before ascending to the girl's dormitories, thus leaving Lucius with his own mind. Again he grinned while taking a seat in front of the fire, eyes calmly falling into the flames.