Disclaimer I do not own any of the characters from the Harry Potter Movie or Books. I am merely trying to write an interesting story. Since I am not an expert there may be a few oopps, so please let me know if I make one. I wanted to write something about the most horribly behaved Lucius Malfoy. So why not his Hogwart days? Feedback is always welcome and appreciated.

Fate

By LizzyGal

From the moment I had laid eyes upon the Pureblooded Witch known as Narcissa Black I knew that she would be my wife. She would be mine one day. She was exceptional in every way, shape, and form. Even as I was a Second Year and her being a First Year at Hogwarts I knew this. We were young children then. Young witches and wizards. Yet, there was a feeling, a stirring, it was fate and that was it. It could have been her stunning blue eyes. Or her delicate skin and soft smooth hair. Her nose was so cute and her lips so curved. Then there was the way she carried herself: as if she were the world's most beautiful and talented witch, as if everything deserved to be hers and hers whenever she demanded it be.

Others would have called her spoiled. Or, perhaps cruel, even a bitch and she was all those things. I had to have her. She would be my wife one day. I had decided that upon seeing her under the sorting hat and my mind did not change later that year when I made her my girlfriend, or years later when I became a seventh year.

Like always I waited for her.

Seated in the Slytherin Common Room at the Witching Hour I waited for her. No one would dare bother me. Not one soul. Even the best wizards and witches at school would not dare. I was the best and they knew it. In fact, she was the only person who dared challenge me. I loved it. She would mouth off to me when not one person would speak my name. She would strike me when people feared to bump me in the corridors.

Her figure slunk from where the girls stayed draped in a cloak of dark violet that I had bought for her. It stood out so brightly against the paleness of her.

Her icy eyes found mine and an eyebrow rose, challenging me.

Such a creature would certainly be my wife. Together we would be great. We would be powerful, our children would be capable of anything. I spoke her name in a whisper, enjoying every sound it made when it rolled from my tongue, "Narcissa."

Narcissa.

Nothing shortened, we were not filthy Muggles. I spoke her full name as if it gave me pleasure to do so. "Are you ready," I asked, not moving from my chair. My perch, my throne.

Haughtily she spat, "I would not be here if I was not. Where is this place you wish to show me? I could be sleeping, Lucius, I hope you are aware of how precious my time is."

Oh indeed I was. I was more then aware that every second she gave me of her time was a blessing. I would cherish it and worship her as no one had before us. I rose and walked to her. She smelled of flowers. She always smelled so wonderful. She held her gloved hand out to me, I took it and brushed my lips over the silk glove. "Do you have the charm?"

With her other hand she reached in the cloak pocket and pulled a silver necklace, a small charm hung from it.

A charm that would keep us hidden from unfriendly eyes that would dare keep us within our beds at such an hour.

I kissed her hand once again before I simply held onto it. Letting her know that I indeed still worshipped the very ground she walked on. I allowed her to drape the necklace over the both of us, and then we walked from the common room.

We walked through the dark halls of Hogwarts. Past paintings and statues, gargoyles and cats. I led her down several flights of stairs that led to more stairs and more corridors that she had not yet explored.

"Where are you taking me Lucius? Should I be concerned about my honor," she asked of me. Her voice light and amused, almost musical.

Had I been a lesser wizard I suppose her question would have been warranted. After all, I was leading her down dark hardly lit corridors, past the Witching Hour, with no one else in sight.

Yet, I would never harm her and no harm would come to her with me. I glanced back at Narcissa, who viewed me with amused eyes. "Always," I purred.

She stopped and ripped her hand from mine. A smirk curled upon her supple lips, "Perhaps I should scream?"

She pulled her wand from her cloak and it rested under my chin. I had felt such movements more then saw them. We stood under the same charm after all, mere inches away. Close, but not close enough by any means. The stiff wood of her smooth black wand dug into my chin.

My own wand was hidden within a pocket on the slacks I wore.

Amused at the fire within her voice. Had I not known her better, I could have assumed she would have screamed for help. Genuinely concerned for her honor.

Her free hand brushed my face. It skimmed through my hair and pulled it free from the tie that held it back. My long silver hair fell around my face and shoulders. "Perhaps you should be concerned for your honor, Lucius?"

Such a creature! She drove me mad!

At wand point, I leant forward to kiss her.

She slapped me.

The sharp sound echoed through the hall. It was even painful. It amused me. I grabbed hold of her dainty wrist connected to the hand that had just slapped me and kissed her palm. Twice in fact.

Her wand dug under my chin. Excitement glittered in her eyes, "Lucius, I am not getting any younger here. I would like to see whatever you wish to show me. I do have things to do tomorrow."

How could I deny her anything? I kissed her hand one last time and again led her down the stone corridor further into the dungeon and it's recesses. Down more stairs until the stones melted into pure stone walls and dirt floors. Torches covered the walls, there were no longer windows which allowed light in the halls and corridors.

We were close.

When I found the star I had drawn I came to a stop infront of a locked door. I turned to Narcissa in the dim light, "Would you do the honors, love?"

With a rather proud look upon her stunning features, she tapped the door with her wand three times, it creaked and then opened. Clouds of hot steam came out at us. Quickly I hurried in and she followed me. Into another part of the castle beneath the basement, caverns.

"There had better not be a dragon down here."

I made sure the door was closed and then led her through the dimly lit cavern tunnel, which led down and down. Several times she slipped on the steam covered stone floor that wove downward into the earth. Having followed my instruction to wear no shoes. Her fingers curled around my arm. I slid one of my arms around her slim waist. We were almost there. Almost to the large room I had found earlier in the last school term.

"Lucius?"

"No dragon," I assured her.

How I wanted to pull her closer and closer. However, I was not a Muggle, I could control myself. Fawning all over her like some sort of dog in heat would never do. Never would I lower myself to any standards beneath that of my class.

We turned a corner and the corridor opened up into an enormous room. A room that was full of large and small hot water springs, all connecting. All with crystal clear water. Rocks covered the floors of the deep pools. Steam rose from the tops of the numerous pools.

I looked over my shoulder to her and memorized the look of wonder on her face.

"These are some of what heat Hogwarts. Other then boilers, magic and chimneys, of course."

She waved off my history lesson and stepped out from under the necklace to the closest pool. Peeking down into the deep water. "Can I go in it?"

Like always, she never ceased to amaze me. She looked back at me and I nodded, "I suppose so."

A smile curled over her lips. She then pulled her gloves off by biting the ends of them at her fingertips, and pulling them off with her teeth. She lifted her cloak off, folded it, and set it on the moist rocky floor. That was after she softly murmured a spell in which to keep her clothes dry. She then set her gloves on top of the cloak, and then her housecoat. Till she stood in no more then a simple white slip. In that she dipped her toes in the water. Once satisfied she sat down on the end and hopped in, completely engulfed in the crystal clear water. I hurried to the side and watched as she swam to the top. The slip billowed around her as did her hair. I could not tell whether her slip was paler then her skin. A closer inspection would be needed to determine such things.

A smile curled over her lips, "Are you coming in, or do you just intend to watch me swim about?"

There was only one answer to that question. When I pulled my own cloak off, and then the necklace, her grin grew larger. She swam backwards and watched me pull off my shirt till I had only my black slacks, which I wore when I dove into the water. I easily caught up to her and grabbed her small foot. Underneath the almost scalding water I kissed the arch of her foot, and then surfaced. I surfaced in time to see her wonderful smile. Her beautiful laugh and sparkling teeth.

She gave me her full attention and enchanted smile, "You did very well Lucius, I am quite pleased with you."

"Do I get a reward?"

Her smile seemed to darken, she curled her finger, motioning for me to come closer. There was no need for a second invitation. I swam close and brushed my nose against hers. When her fingers ran through my long wet hair I was not surprised. She pushed the hair from my shoulders. Always-quite fond of my hair. It entertained her I suppose. Her smooth legs wrapped around my waist. Once more she looked around the caverns, quite pleased. Softly from her lips came the murmured words, "A reward…"

"A kiss?" I suggested with absolutely no hint of innocence. I was not an innocent person and she knew this, she accepted this, and was quite possibly even aroused by it, which would work out quite highly in my favor.

Her mouth dropped in mock surprise.

Then as if she slipped forward, she slid quite quickly rather closely to me. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her lips brushed my ear. Her soft lips brushed my ear and a cold sweat broke out over my body in a pool of water that could have cooked a meal, if that were even possible. She never whispered a thing in my ear though. Instead she fidgeted, made herself more comfortable and pulled the white slip she had on over her head. She tossed it on the stone floor by the rest of her clothing.

It was then she spoke, her lips against my temple, "You may kiss me anywhere you wish."

My heartbeat sped up so quickly I was afraid she would feel it, more so when she pressed herself against me. Without my hands, I began to brush kisses over her smooth skin that was hot from the water. She did not give me permission to touch her body. I was allowed to kiss it and that was plenty. For now. Within time I would marry the extravagant creature in my arms and she would be mine in name, body and soul. She would be mine in every way there was and that time could not come soon enough.