Lost Tales and Dragon's Scales
Chapter 1: Done looking for love in all the wrong places
....She remembered it all.......how could she forget?......The bite......the terrible argument they had.......her regrettable decision........and the tears he shed....
She sat in the library alone on a window bench seat, she should be at the ball with her fiance of only a few minutes but as of now she could hardly stand the sight of him, Lucius Malfoy.
Fine blonde hair swished over her shoulders as she looked down at her hands while the moonlight reflected on her already pale skin. The ice blue of her eyes reflected the ring placed on the finger in her mind, by the wrong man. It felt so wrong. Despite it being her ring size it seemed not to fit her finger.
Narcissa let a deep sigh come from within her as she blatantly stared at her new piece of jewelry already regretting it's acceptance. Her heart wrenched as her throat constricted when she heard
"Narcissa!" the call of a young man from the closing library doors. With ease he darted across the room to her. "Oh my love I'm sorry....please forgive me...I've been foolish" he said hastily sitting next to her.
Quickly she hid her hand behind her. Her sad ice sharded eyes fall to the cushion she and her lover now shared.
"Azlar" she started soft, achingly, slightly cracked
The young man smiled "Shh, it's ok my love. Don't apologize! It was all my fault and I realize that now" with nodding to the last part of his statement, his black silky hair swayed across the vastness of his forehead. His frame was a towering 6'4 adorned in powerful muscles that showed but lacked the disgusting sickly bulge of body builders.
His eyes, the physical feature she loved most. Were like mists on the ocean. Grey and blue all mixed together in a deep layered swirl almost hypnotic in their gaze. Reaching up with his strong hands he cradled her face in his palms gently bringing her gaze up to his continuing as he was saying
"Marry me" he smiled his gorgeous smile "Come back to Windthrope manor with me. We can happy like you never even imagined. We-"
"No...we c-can't" Narcissa said suddenly. Much to his surprise Azlar blinked as she pushed his hands away
"Love?" his concern was something may be wrong with his beloved.
"I'm, so sorry" she said nearly choking trying to keep her tears back "I didn't think you loved me. I didn't think about what I was doing"
"Love, what did you do??" his slightly pale skin faded three shades lighter making him look something similar to snow man. His mind was going over all forms of suicide, did she drink poison? Take some kind of pill?
"I'm engaged" she said softly braking the eerie silence between them. Brining her hidden right hand to his few "In a couple of months, I'll be...Narcissa... M-Malfoy".
His emotions were mixed, jumbled and unreadable as his disbelieving eyes fell on her ring. His lovely Narcissa was going to marry his savage brute of a cousin Lucius Malfoy. Shifting his gaze to look on hers the warlock slowly pulled away sitting as far as he could manage on the window seat.
"Well" he began shakingly forcing a hollow smile her way "I suppose congratulations are in order. I'm happy for you. You've found yourself a proper wizard family. He'll take care of you" after a brief moment to let this information sink in, giving his heart time to break the young warlock stood "Now if you'll please excuse me, I must be going" the last word was broken and shattered by his throat refusing to function properly.
Slowly tears found their way to his eyes as he turned giving her one short bow then taking slow steps to the door. Narcissa up to this point had kept hers back but when his appeared all her anxiety was drowned out by worry
"Azlar! P-please don't cry" she pleaded
"I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO!!" he roared glaring at her small streams rolling his face. He left the library not looking back once at her. He shut the doors behind him. Narcissa broke into sobs
"I'm so sorry love.." she whispered curling into herself, in many ways...she'd just killed him, her love...her dragon of the night.
....10 YEARS LATER.....
"Damn you Lucius" Narcissa growled almost sobbing in the empty ladies room of her school of 7 years attendance, which in her current situation an empty room was a god send. If the room was full of her old friends she'd never live down this small brake down in front of them. "Damn you to hell! Making me come alone to this bloody ten year reunion when you couldn't because of your 'stupid business' trips"
She'd been at the punch table when the double doors opened, mingling with old friends and doing the normal things someone of her 'social status' would. Flirt, show off her jewelry, let her companions compliment her ankle length sleeveless slytherin green dress, sip her punch and other such actions. Thunder struck when he entered, lightening struck illuminating his face. When she looked to see her old house mate...
"...Azlar..." she sighed opening an old wound, her hands gently resting on her heart. She'd seen him again...
He looked just as handsome as he did when they were in school give or take a few small features only the most trained eye of Narcissa would notice. His structure had developed fully giving him a more adult aura about him instead of the delinquent hell raiser that he was in his learning days.
In ever society there was always one individual whom everyone used as a yard stick, one individual who pushed the measures on which greatness was achieved. Azlar Windthrope had an attitude to the affect of when he entered a room he expected the world to bow at his feet. He hated being wrong and would never apologize because of his pride.
Through out all the history of Hogwarts there had never been anyone quite like him. His intelligence and ability to question what was beyond the books or lesson plan was in a word amazing to the teachers, but was often over shadow by his smart mouth and kiss my ass attitude.
Excelled in all his classes, a renowned Quiditch player, he WAS the yard stick, he was what everyone wanted to be...everyone except for his cousin, his rival growing up, his spoiled brat cousin Lucius Malfoy.
Narcissa sighed shaking her head roughly coming out of her thoughts of him, in the process of this action however she'd mutilated the smooth looking wave of blonde hair she'd spent an hour preparing
"DAMN IT!" she hissed at herself in the mirror something between a pout and a glare. Staring at her self another sigh was executed from her. Gently her eyes softened at her reflection pitying the woman she saw in the mirror. A product of the society in which she was born into, she almost saw the puppet strings attached to her, in truth that's all she really was.
She jerked her head away from the mirror "...I'm not a puppet..." she said out loud. Walking to the door she glared up at the ceiling "Do you hear me Lucius?! I'm not your puppet!" nodding satisfied she opened the door. So occupied with making it shut behind her...she didn't see who was in front of her.
"Uff!" came her muffled voice from the chest of her road block. Two strong familiar arms wrapped around her seemingly to fall into place between her shoulder blades the cool calms sending chills down her spine. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her captures back her head finding it's 'prefect spot' on his collar bone. Content, she let out a sigh of ease. Breathing him in she realized he smelled like rain...oh god...
"Azlar!" she gaped braking away from him immediately. Despite how she fought it her met with his. Immediately Narcissa felt herself beginning to melt.
His eyes were much darker now, so blue they were almost black. The contrast of gray silver swirling over the color was pulling her in. Smoldering was the only word she could think of to describe it. Dropped she was, dropped into those pools of mist of dark blue water and she was beginning to drown in their warmth.
The corners of his mouth twitched as if cueing the warlock to smile which rather forcefully he did. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy, I was hoping I may run into you. I did however expect it literally although I can't say I didn't find it rather refreshing"
Narcissa somehow managed to keep her jaw from falling open at his statement, his beautiful presence in general. Her knees however weren't so fortunate. They began to buckle beneath her seeming to turn into jelly.
Before she could fall however, Azlar wrapped arm around her waist "Shall we dance Narcissa?" he asked softly his lips just an inch and a half from hers.
Yet again, the blonde princess of Slytherin was finding no words in her aid. But she did discover herself smiling up at him, she hadn't smiled like this in ages. It was a real smile, not one for a charity benefit or banquet appearance.
The warlock allowed himself to smile a somewhat wicked smile though in his beauty it was charming. Standing erect he pulled gently up to her normal stature. His left hand fell on her waist and his right took her hand intertwining their fingers holding their arms out, a waltz, how classic.
Narcissa was still smiling forgetting about her hair, her strings, her wedding ring. All that mattered was this moment with him.
As the music flittered lightly through the large Grand Hall the two danced gracefully like waves on the ocean. Perfectly in tune with the other perfect harmony between them. One song after another, flowing together moving together. Yet, no words were exchanged between the two.
"That's enough" Azlar said after about 5 songs. His eyes flowed over her again but he didn't smile, he seemed to very sad, depressed...alone.
Narcissa bit her bottom lip glancing around quickly with her ice blue eyes trying desperately to find something to say to him, something to keep them together for just a little while longer. "Let's go for a walk" she said suddenly. The warlock glanced at her raising a brow
"A walk? to where? It's pouring down outside"
"Just around the school. It's been so very long since I've been to the Slytherin dormitory. It could...bring back old memories..." she trailed off finding an interest spot on the ground to stare at. Sighing, she suddenly blinked looking up at him as he did the opposite of what she expected
"A walk would be nice" being the gentlemen he was he held out his arm for her, gratefully in almost a clinging manner Narcissa wrapped her left arm though his right leaning her head on his shoulder. She didn't notice or particularly care if anyone saw her with him, luckily however no one really did notice as they were all wrapped up in their own little conversations and dances.
"It's....been so long" Azlar whispered to the empty depths of the long dark corridor his left hand running along the cold stone wall as they walked.
"I know" Narcissa sighed, although it was easy to see they meant something completely different then the dormitory.
Azlar tried all the handles of the doors as he walked past them. Not that he stopped and tried to open each one, but his hand merely glided over them pushing them down finding them locked.
......Click......
Stopping to see the source of the sound Azlar's brows knitted together for a moment and his nose wrinkled in thought but seeing an opened door his face straightened to it's proper accord.
Gently pushing on the opened door he entered the dorm looking around with Narcissa not even two steps behind him. Gently she sat on the bed stretching her arms out in front of her taking a deep breath
"Whew, I don't remember these hall ways being quite so long" she gave him a small smile. She blinked noticing him leaning against the desk staring at her "Azlar?"
Crossing the room slowly taking each step with care the young warlock sat next to her on the bed. His finger tips came over her forehead moving a single lock of golden hair behind her ear.
Before they new what had happened, the witch and the warlock were clinging to the other desperately trying to feel more, to be closer. Almost violently Azlar's pale lips attacked the beautiful pink full lips of Narcissa.
The force of gravity along with the over whelming whirlpool of emotion, warmth, and confusion pulled them down. Laying next to each other, so many memories, so many lost feelings that had gone out with the flames of time were now burning stronger then either one of them ever thought possible.
"I never stopped loving you Narcissa" Azlar muttered between the kisses he left on her neck. She blonde moaned then gasped slightly fanning the flames of a forbidden passion.
"I...I...love you to Azlar" she moaned
His hands rested on her back finding the zipper to her dress causing her eyes to widen
"...A-Azlar...?" she breathed a questioning tone, he silenced her with a kiss
"One last time my love, no one will ever know" he whispered pulling the zipper down "No one will ever know...."
Chapter 1: Done looking for love in all the wrong places
....She remembered it all.......how could she forget?......The bite......the terrible argument they had.......her regrettable decision........and the tears he shed....
She sat in the library alone on a window bench seat, she should be at the ball with her fiance of only a few minutes but as of now she could hardly stand the sight of him, Lucius Malfoy.
Fine blonde hair swished over her shoulders as she looked down at her hands while the moonlight reflected on her already pale skin. The ice blue of her eyes reflected the ring placed on the finger in her mind, by the wrong man. It felt so wrong. Despite it being her ring size it seemed not to fit her finger.
Narcissa let a deep sigh come from within her as she blatantly stared at her new piece of jewelry already regretting it's acceptance. Her heart wrenched as her throat constricted when she heard
"Narcissa!" the call of a young man from the closing library doors. With ease he darted across the room to her. "Oh my love I'm sorry....please forgive me...I've been foolish" he said hastily sitting next to her.
Quickly she hid her hand behind her. Her sad ice sharded eyes fall to the cushion she and her lover now shared.
"Azlar" she started soft, achingly, slightly cracked
The young man smiled "Shh, it's ok my love. Don't apologize! It was all my fault and I realize that now" with nodding to the last part of his statement, his black silky hair swayed across the vastness of his forehead. His frame was a towering 6'4 adorned in powerful muscles that showed but lacked the disgusting sickly bulge of body builders.
His eyes, the physical feature she loved most. Were like mists on the ocean. Grey and blue all mixed together in a deep layered swirl almost hypnotic in their gaze. Reaching up with his strong hands he cradled her face in his palms gently bringing her gaze up to his continuing as he was saying
"Marry me" he smiled his gorgeous smile "Come back to Windthrope manor with me. We can happy like you never even imagined. We-"
"No...we c-can't" Narcissa said suddenly. Much to his surprise Azlar blinked as she pushed his hands away
"Love?" his concern was something may be wrong with his beloved.
"I'm, so sorry" she said nearly choking trying to keep her tears back "I didn't think you loved me. I didn't think about what I was doing"
"Love, what did you do??" his slightly pale skin faded three shades lighter making him look something similar to snow man. His mind was going over all forms of suicide, did she drink poison? Take some kind of pill?
"I'm engaged" she said softly braking the eerie silence between them. Brining her hidden right hand to his few "In a couple of months, I'll be...Narcissa... M-Malfoy".
His emotions were mixed, jumbled and unreadable as his disbelieving eyes fell on her ring. His lovely Narcissa was going to marry his savage brute of a cousin Lucius Malfoy. Shifting his gaze to look on hers the warlock slowly pulled away sitting as far as he could manage on the window seat.
"Well" he began shakingly forcing a hollow smile her way "I suppose congratulations are in order. I'm happy for you. You've found yourself a proper wizard family. He'll take care of you" after a brief moment to let this information sink in, giving his heart time to break the young warlock stood "Now if you'll please excuse me, I must be going" the last word was broken and shattered by his throat refusing to function properly.
Slowly tears found their way to his eyes as he turned giving her one short bow then taking slow steps to the door. Narcissa up to this point had kept hers back but when his appeared all her anxiety was drowned out by worry
"Azlar! P-please don't cry" she pleaded
"I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO!!" he roared glaring at her small streams rolling his face. He left the library not looking back once at her. He shut the doors behind him. Narcissa broke into sobs
"I'm so sorry love.." she whispered curling into herself, in many ways...she'd just killed him, her love...her dragon of the night.
....10 YEARS LATER.....
"Damn you Lucius" Narcissa growled almost sobbing in the empty ladies room of her school of 7 years attendance, which in her current situation an empty room was a god send. If the room was full of her old friends she'd never live down this small brake down in front of them. "Damn you to hell! Making me come alone to this bloody ten year reunion when you couldn't because of your 'stupid business' trips"
She'd been at the punch table when the double doors opened, mingling with old friends and doing the normal things someone of her 'social status' would. Flirt, show off her jewelry, let her companions compliment her ankle length sleeveless slytherin green dress, sip her punch and other such actions. Thunder struck when he entered, lightening struck illuminating his face. When she looked to see her old house mate...
"...Azlar..." she sighed opening an old wound, her hands gently resting on her heart. She'd seen him again...
He looked just as handsome as he did when they were in school give or take a few small features only the most trained eye of Narcissa would notice. His structure had developed fully giving him a more adult aura about him instead of the delinquent hell raiser that he was in his learning days.
In ever society there was always one individual whom everyone used as a yard stick, one individual who pushed the measures on which greatness was achieved. Azlar Windthrope had an attitude to the affect of when he entered a room he expected the world to bow at his feet. He hated being wrong and would never apologize because of his pride.
Through out all the history of Hogwarts there had never been anyone quite like him. His intelligence and ability to question what was beyond the books or lesson plan was in a word amazing to the teachers, but was often over shadow by his smart mouth and kiss my ass attitude.
Excelled in all his classes, a renowned Quiditch player, he WAS the yard stick, he was what everyone wanted to be...everyone except for his cousin, his rival growing up, his spoiled brat cousin Lucius Malfoy.
Narcissa sighed shaking her head roughly coming out of her thoughts of him, in the process of this action however she'd mutilated the smooth looking wave of blonde hair she'd spent an hour preparing
"DAMN IT!" she hissed at herself in the mirror something between a pout and a glare. Staring at her self another sigh was executed from her. Gently her eyes softened at her reflection pitying the woman she saw in the mirror. A product of the society in which she was born into, she almost saw the puppet strings attached to her, in truth that's all she really was.
She jerked her head away from the mirror "...I'm not a puppet..." she said out loud. Walking to the door she glared up at the ceiling "Do you hear me Lucius?! I'm not your puppet!" nodding satisfied she opened the door. So occupied with making it shut behind her...she didn't see who was in front of her.
"Uff!" came her muffled voice from the chest of her road block. Two strong familiar arms wrapped around her seemingly to fall into place between her shoulder blades the cool calms sending chills down her spine. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her captures back her head finding it's 'prefect spot' on his collar bone. Content, she let out a sigh of ease. Breathing him in she realized he smelled like rain...oh god...
"Azlar!" she gaped braking away from him immediately. Despite how she fought it her met with his. Immediately Narcissa felt herself beginning to melt.
His eyes were much darker now, so blue they were almost black. The contrast of gray silver swirling over the color was pulling her in. Smoldering was the only word she could think of to describe it. Dropped she was, dropped into those pools of mist of dark blue water and she was beginning to drown in their warmth.
The corners of his mouth twitched as if cueing the warlock to smile which rather forcefully he did. "Hello Mrs. Malfoy, I was hoping I may run into you. I did however expect it literally although I can't say I didn't find it rather refreshing"
Narcissa somehow managed to keep her jaw from falling open at his statement, his beautiful presence in general. Her knees however weren't so fortunate. They began to buckle beneath her seeming to turn into jelly.
Before she could fall however, Azlar wrapped arm around her waist "Shall we dance Narcissa?" he asked softly his lips just an inch and a half from hers.
Yet again, the blonde princess of Slytherin was finding no words in her aid. But she did discover herself smiling up at him, she hadn't smiled like this in ages. It was a real smile, not one for a charity benefit or banquet appearance.
The warlock allowed himself to smile a somewhat wicked smile though in his beauty it was charming. Standing erect he pulled gently up to her normal stature. His left hand fell on her waist and his right took her hand intertwining their fingers holding their arms out, a waltz, how classic.
Narcissa was still smiling forgetting about her hair, her strings, her wedding ring. All that mattered was this moment with him.
As the music flittered lightly through the large Grand Hall the two danced gracefully like waves on the ocean. Perfectly in tune with the other perfect harmony between them. One song after another, flowing together moving together. Yet, no words were exchanged between the two.
"That's enough" Azlar said after about 5 songs. His eyes flowed over her again but he didn't smile, he seemed to very sad, depressed...alone.
Narcissa bit her bottom lip glancing around quickly with her ice blue eyes trying desperately to find something to say to him, something to keep them together for just a little while longer. "Let's go for a walk" she said suddenly. The warlock glanced at her raising a brow
"A walk? to where? It's pouring down outside"
"Just around the school. It's been so very long since I've been to the Slytherin dormitory. It could...bring back old memories..." she trailed off finding an interest spot on the ground to stare at. Sighing, she suddenly blinked looking up at him as he did the opposite of what she expected
"A walk would be nice" being the gentlemen he was he held out his arm for her, gratefully in almost a clinging manner Narcissa wrapped her left arm though his right leaning her head on his shoulder. She didn't notice or particularly care if anyone saw her with him, luckily however no one really did notice as they were all wrapped up in their own little conversations and dances.
"It's....been so long" Azlar whispered to the empty depths of the long dark corridor his left hand running along the cold stone wall as they walked.
"I know" Narcissa sighed, although it was easy to see they meant something completely different then the dormitory.
Azlar tried all the handles of the doors as he walked past them. Not that he stopped and tried to open each one, but his hand merely glided over them pushing them down finding them locked.
......Click......
Stopping to see the source of the sound Azlar's brows knitted together for a moment and his nose wrinkled in thought but seeing an opened door his face straightened to it's proper accord.
Gently pushing on the opened door he entered the dorm looking around with Narcissa not even two steps behind him. Gently she sat on the bed stretching her arms out in front of her taking a deep breath
"Whew, I don't remember these hall ways being quite so long" she gave him a small smile. She blinked noticing him leaning against the desk staring at her "Azlar?"
Crossing the room slowly taking each step with care the young warlock sat next to her on the bed. His finger tips came over her forehead moving a single lock of golden hair behind her ear.
Before they new what had happened, the witch and the warlock were clinging to the other desperately trying to feel more, to be closer. Almost violently Azlar's pale lips attacked the beautiful pink full lips of Narcissa.
The force of gravity along with the over whelming whirlpool of emotion, warmth, and confusion pulled them down. Laying next to each other, so many memories, so many lost feelings that had gone out with the flames of time were now burning stronger then either one of them ever thought possible.
"I never stopped loving you Narcissa" Azlar muttered between the kisses he left on her neck. She blonde moaned then gasped slightly fanning the flames of a forbidden passion.
"I...I...love you to Azlar" she moaned
His hands rested on her back finding the zipper to her dress causing her eyes to widen
"...A-Azlar...?" she breathed a questioning tone, he silenced her with a kiss
"One last time my love, no one will ever know" he whispered pulling the zipper down "No one will ever know...."