Title: Unwanted Conversations
Genre: General
Characters: Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 462
Author's note:
I don't usually write HP fanfiction but I've always wanted to try
Lucius/Narcissa so I hope this is pleasing. Any and all feedback is
much appreciated. Originally written for the LiveJournal Community lumoscreate.
"So…" Lucius cast his eyes about the sparse classroom for a safe topic of conversation. "Quidditch, eh? Did you read about that last game between Puddlemere and the Cannons? Ha! The Cannons were absolutely flattened, as per usual." Inwardly, Lucius cursed himself. He never rambled and yet, being stuck in detention with her made him perhaps just a little nervous. Perhaps just a little on edge.
"Great," she replied tonelessly, staring unseeingly at the blackboard ahead and sucking slowly upon a sugar quill. After a moment's contemplation she flicked open her school bag to pull out her Transfiguration textbook. Fingers closed about her wrist. Long, soft fingers with (she noticed with a smirk) manicured fingernails.
"Come on 'Cissa," murmured Lucius in a tone that was a mix between husky and pleading. "It wasn't really my fault, you know it."
"Not your fault!" Narcissa exclaimed. "If my memory doesn't fail me you were the one who pulled me into the broom closet.'No one ever comes up here Cissa,' you said. So if it's not your fault then who are you going to blame?"
For a moment there was silence. "The house elves?" proposed Lucius in an effort to play the innocent.
"We are not at Malfoy Manor Lucius, you cannot blame your idiocy on someone else."
"Well, it wasn't my fault that McGonagall decided to take the hidden stair behind that tapestry of old Parcelus and accidentally mistook our broom closet for Flitwick's office, now was it?" Lucius snapped.
"Shut it, prettyboy," snarled Narcissa. She did not want to think about the letter that was currently making its way to her parents or the howler she was sure to receive the following morning. Perhaps it would be better if she skipped breakfast altogether? That would certainly save her the embarrassment of opening it in public. After all, she had her pride and, of course, any reprimand just washed over Lucius. She had no doubt that he would pass her off as merely another conquest, no doubt that he, at least, would be congratulated even idolised for his actions.
Narcissa had a brief image of her own hands sliding up Lucius' chest, tugging at his tie and fumbling over too small buttons. She recalled the way he had leant down slightly to place his lips on her neck, her collarbones, his fingers trailing lightly over her shirt, tempting and teasing her. She shivered at the memory, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"What are you thinking about?" Lucius' voice was quiet, a whisper now for his lips were right against her ear. Narcissa shuddered at his cold breath.
"Not you," she retorted and proceeded to elbow him sharply in the chest. "And I thought I told you to be quiet."
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Any and all reviews are much appreciated. At the moment I am unsure whether to continue this storyline or make this into a series of Lucius/Narcissa ficlets.