Red Rose: A Lucius and Narcissa Fan Fic. Part 1. By: Jenny O.
----Lucius Malfoy stood gazing out of the Library window of Malfoy Manor at the falling snow. It
was a cold day, even more cold than usual for a January evening. He stood staring out at the lake
and sipping his ritual evening tea. He had just finished creating a secret trap door on the bottom of
the lake a few days past and stored certain artifacts that the Ministry would have him arrested for
and the Malfoy name would be forever shamed. Though his reputation was somewhat harsh, it was
still respected among society and the Ministry alike. Soon the Dark Lord would come and visit soon
Lucius would go the lake and get what the Dark Lord would request, and he would be Lord
Voldemort's right hand man, he would show Bella she is nothing compared to a Malfoy. Of course
he would never say such a thing because she was Narcissa's sister after all and Narcissa was once a
Black, but she was a Malfoy now, married to more privilege and power. It was an unwritten rule
among society yet everyone knew it. Taking another sip of his tea there was a knock at the door. A
tall slender figure stood inside the door way. "Dinner's ready love," it was the rose among the
weeds, his ever lovely wife Narcissa. "I thought Dobby was to announce dinner dear," "He's gone
again. No doubt visiting his flee infested friend Dotty or Ralph over at Luxburg Manor," the look
of disgust apparent on their faces. Lucius took a moment to study his wife. She was looking
exceptionally beautiful with her golden blonde hair up in a bun and a touch of blush and rouge on
her lips. She was wearing her snake necklace as usual (a single snake biting it's tail as a sign for
eternal life and luck) and the earrings he had bought her for Christmas. But the dress was new...He
knew so for he would have showed her his appreciation for it long ago. It was a dark
emerald green with black trim around it and long bunched sleeves tied in separate places along her
arms with black silk strings, and it was cut low. Very low. "Are you going to join me for dinner? Or
do you have some more work to do. You seem to be a bit distracted." If she only knew. "Yes, I'll
join you in a bit. I have a call to answer," he grabbed at his lower right arm. Narcissa nodded her
understanding, but her disapproval was apparent. She hated it when Lucius had to answer the Dark
Lord. Never knowing whether she was going to see him again, if he was going to come back the
same Lucius she loved and married, the same man that fathered her son the past fifteen years. She
fought hard to hold back the tears of sorrow and anger and wiped one away with her fingeras she headed towards the dining room. "Dinner
is ready ma'am," Dobby bowed and dared not look up at his mistress. "Now you announce dinner
you little rat," she spat looking down in disgust at the dirty house elf. "Where have you been?" "Out
ma'am. Shopping." "Where were you shopping at! A mud pile! Go clean your self up and you better
hurry. If my dinner is cold because you didn't serve it on time, I'll close your head in the oven." She
strode into the dinning room. Her steps echoed over the trap door. Looking at the spot where the
door was, she put another silencing charm on it incase the Ministry should make an appearance.
Scrambling into the dinning room, Dobby clapped his hands and dinner appeared, still hot; lucky for
Dobby. Walking to the front door, Lucius smiled at his wife and left. Narcissa had planned to tell
him her news over dinner but that plan was scrapped. "Are you going to tell him ma'am?" the little
voice of Dobby piqued. "Dobby, servants speak only when spoken to; not the other way around,"
she didn't look up form her soup. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry ma'am," and he left to punish himself.
----Unable to sleep, Narcissa sat up in front of a roaring fire with a book and a shawl around her
shoulders when she heard the front door click shut. Unsure of who it was, she reached down into
the couch cushion for the dagger. Lucius walked in. "Sorry love. Late night. Why are you still up?"
he set down his cane in the umbrella basket and hung his cloak. He was an amazing vision. Tall,
deep green and black vest over a white Victorian tunic and black trousers. It seemed to be a Malfoy
fad to wear Victorian styled clothing, and Narcissa had no problem with that. "Sit, I have some
news to tell you." "In a moment," he stood rifling through some papers in his hand. "It's really
important," her confidence left her as her voice was barely a whisper. "Ah," Lucius said placing the
papers on a bookshelf and took a seat in a chair next to the couch and slumped back. "Can't it wait
dear? I'm awfully tired. Busy night, interesting meeting. Oh! Guess who decided to make an
appearance at the meeting?" Narcissa just shrugged, trying to tell him her news, but she was cut off.
"Severus," Lucius answered, barely able to believe it himself. "Wow, that is amazing. What did he
say?" "I'm not sure really. He spoke with the Dark Lord in private and left. I should pay my old
friend a visit. You know,"
"Lucius,"
"I think I'll go up to the school tomorrow,"
"Lucius,"
"I have some business to attend to there any way,"
"I'm pregnant!"
"And...What? You're...Did you just say
that..." "I'm pregnant? Yes I did. The baby's due in July." Slightly angry with him for not listening,
she spoke with an 'unconcerned of his thoughts' manner. "But that would be only seven months
and...You've put this off for two months!" "Lucius listen!" she cried when he stood up in a wave of
anger. "I wasn't sure! Neither was my doctor. You can't know for sure until about two three months
even. Trust me! I would have told you sooner. I wanted to say something Christmas Day, but I
wasn't sure and I didn't know how you would react." She lowered her head. Lucius place a hand
under her chin, "Don't ever look down with news such as this. Don't be afraid, and don't be
ashamed. You're carrying a Malfoy," he took her by the hands and stood her up.
He had such love and admiration for this woman standing before him and it glowed in his eyes. With a loving look he
kissed her. He pressed her forehead to his, "I love you. I always will." Narcissa just smiled and
kissed him.
----It was another cold night, but this time the wind was howling and Lucius was sitting behind his desk
in his study and Narcissa sat on her couch, reading yet another book, when a knock sounded upon
the front door. "Yes My Lord, right this way My Lord," came Dobby's small voice from down the
hall. He appeared in the door way. "Master, you have a visitor sir." Lucius was about to inquire as
to who would call at such a late time of night when he appeared in the door along side the
trembling elf. The Dark Lord. "My Lord," Lucius bowed his head in respect. "To what do I deserve
this great honor My Lord?" "Don't flatter your self Malfoy. To claim that you still have honor is a
lie, and you should never lie to me," he took a seat with out being offered.
"My apologies My Lord," Lucius dared not let his anger show. "Ah, Narcissa. Narcissa, Narcissa, Narcissa," the Dark
Lord looked her over. "How are you my dear?"
"Quite fine, thank you My Lord," she un-consciously folded her arms around her slightly larger belly. The Dark Lord winked at her before he
turned his attention back to Lucius. "Now, you know what I'm here for, now lets get to it." He
stood up, not expecting any response from his servant. Grabbing his cloak, Lucius led the Dark
Lord out of the house to the lake.
----"YOU COMPLETE AND UTTER FOOL! HOW CAN IT BE MISSING! I GAVE YOU
CHARMS TO PROTECT THE DAMN THING! AND YOU!" The Dark Lord's rage had reached it's
boiling point. "How could you let someone get in! You are as incompetent
as that house elf you have around here! Where is that blasted thing! I wish to
leave now. Have it gather my effects," how fast he calmed down scared Lucius and Narcissa; who
had hurried out of the library at the angry words being shouted; even more than his moment ago
temper. "Sir, I will personally fetch your effects," "If you would fetch it, you would prove yourself
even more the dog I perceive you to be. Plus," he called his effects to him, "If you were indeed a
dog I would have kicked you long ago." He flung open the door but stopped in the door way.
"You're lucky I still need you!" His temper had returned. "But, I really don't think you deserve a
wife such as her," he began to pull out his wand when Lucius jumped in front of her. "NO!"
Narcissa flinched. "For Merlin's sake she's pregnant!" "Great...Just what we need...another
incompetent Malfoy. Though," he stopped to think. This scared Lucius and Narcissa who still was
shielded by her husband. "I have yet to know if your son is more useful than you. Expect my mark
on him by the next time you see him!" He slammed the door just as Narcissa let out a cry of horror.
"Lucius! My son! Our son! You can't!" She grabbed at his shirt collar, growing more frantic by the
minute. "I told you not to build that damn hollow in the lake! I told you long ago to get out of all
this! Just after his fall! I told you! I..." she stopped short and grabbed her stomach. She slumped to
the ground, moaning in pain. "Narcissa!" Lucius knelt next to her. "Love! Are you alright!
Narcissa!" He too grew frantic. Never before hand he seen such twisted pain on her face. Even her
labor with Draco wasn't this bad. Lucius pulled out his wand and called for a doctor.