Okay, this is my first oneshot of Lucius/Narcissa. Also, this fic is based off of (or supposed to be based off of) the song King of Anything by Sara Bareilles.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I also do not own the song King of Anything, and no money is being made off this fic.
"Narcissa…" I rolled my eyes in the direction of the bay window, making sure that Lucius couldn't see the gesture. My husband cleared his throat softly; I reluctantly turned my gaze to him. His gray eyes stared into my light blue ones as he took a sip of his coffee. "Have you considered what I told you?" A barrage of possible replies rose to my lips, the first and foremost being, "I never asked your opinion." I choked it back, instead shaking my head slightly and turning my gaze back to the window. He huffed slightly, making his displeasure very clear to me. There are so many things I'd like to say right now… I thought, my gaze flicking over the well-manicured lawn outside. Lucius cleared his throat again; this time I ignored him. He has his opinions; I've always known that. Maybe I was better off hating him. I smiled slightly to myself before standing.
Thanks for your time, Lucius-now please try not to waste any more of mine. I thought to myself, wishing that I could say it out loud. "Look, baby, I'm not overwhelmed. You don't have to save me." I murmured softly. I was trying for a job at the ministry; Lucius had spent the entire evening yesterday telling me the many reasons why I was wrong to do so. Apparently he thought that I'd soon be overwhelmed by the job. But it's not his choice to make. I had heard him out last night, but I wasn't planning on doing so again. His eyes widened slightly.
"I am only trying to do what's best for you." He murmured. "I know how the ministry works-my father's worked there for years. And when I graduate this year, I'll work there too." He lifted his chin proudly, as if expecting me to be impressed. Since when have you cared what's best for me? And who made you the king of anything? I rolled my eyes again and left the kitchen. "Narcissa, darling…please just listen. I want what's best for you-I always have. Look, I know what's best. Trust me." Lucius smiles at me disarmingly; for once his charms aren't working on me. He sounds so innocent-as if he expects me to believe he's just full of good intent. And just because he swears he knows best doesn't mean I'll believe him.
"Do you seriously just expect me to jump up on board with you? Agree with everything you say?" I asked quietly. He says I'm lost-maybe he should pay more attention to himself.
"No-I just…Narcissa…do you really think I'm lying to you? Of course you don't. I don't even know why I'd ask that." He laughed slightly, and I joined in quietly. Once again, he'd answered his own question, cutting me out of the conversation like I wasn't even there. Talking and never listening-I wonder if he got that from his father.
"Lucius…" I paused, taking his hands. "I've always tried to make everyone happy, with no regard to myself. I just want-just once-for someone to tell me it's my turn to decide. And that person is obviously not going to be you." Lucius' eyes widened slightly. "But…if you wanted to…" I trailed off slightly, waiting for him to nod his agreement.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The platinum blond huffed, obviously thinking I was making fun of him. Ugh…I give up. I sighed as he turned away from me, opening the French doors that led out onto the lawn. A thought struck me, and I smirked.
"At least let me hold your crown." I called to him, and he turned, confused.
"What?" But I was too busy laughing to respond.
Review please! I need to know if I failed with this or not! XD …I hope not…