Lucius,
Please don't forgive my delay in responding to stupid your letter; my schedule has been rather full this afternoon. Thanks to you. However I do not believe I am allowed to deny you anything upon my parents' demands, so unfortunately... I shall be ready at your requested time. You snarky bastard. I sincerely hope you do not think me a fool after that stupid following the events of this morning. I deeply regret your my rash actions. I beg for your disapperance forgiveness. I look forward to seeing you, in pain, soon.
Yours, Unfortunately
Narcissa
Narcissa scowled blackly at revised letter, sighing heavily she pulled out another piece of parchment and began to rewrite her final copy. She would have gladly sent the stupid git her original letter, but was prevented from doing so by her parents, who had made her promise to be civil towards her "beloved fiancé" who had been so since before she was born. She shuddered delicately at the thought of marrying such a man as Lucius Malfoy. Of course any other witch would be thrilled to say the least at the prospect of marrying such a man. But not her; never her. It wasn't that he held any visible flaws. To the average eye, he was practically a Greek god; probably even better. Everything about the man was supposedly the "best of the best". He is rich to be sure, drop dead gorgeous, incredibly intelligent, what more was there to want? Right? No! Where was the love? The passion? The fire? Narcissa wanted to love someone and be love back. She wanted desire and happiness with the man she was to spend the rest of her life with. Not…whatever she had with Lucius. Sure he was attentive; caring even. But he wasn't for her. He wasn't passionate about her, and she knew it. He was calm and collected, not head over heels in love. So yeah sure he was all of those great things that would make any other witch swoon, but it wasn't enough. And yeah, he was all hers, but only in the sense that meant nothing to Narcissa. It was enough to make her scream with rage. He was ruining any chances she had had at a normal life; with normal boyfriends, and true love. From the very first time she had met him he had been trying to pick out her friends for her, and scaring away any advances from the boys at Hogwarts; letting anyone and everyone know that she belonged to him. Narcissa Black had never been so happy to go back to school. Why? Oh that's an easy one to answer, Lucius had graduated last year; leaving Narcissa to her last year of school alone. Her last year before she would become Mrs. Narcissa Malfoy, her last year of freedom; still she couldn't wait to be out of his constant company; dinner parties, trips all over the world, strolls through every garden every planted! It would be heaven to be able to care for herself again; a much needed breath of fresh air.
She finished rewriting her letter quickly, giving it to Lucius' impatient owl. She watched it with an icy glare as it soared freely out of her bedroom window. With another sigh she though back on the events of this morning.
She had been in the middle of her morning routine and was wearing only her knickers and a lacey bra when her bedroom door flow open to reveal a stunning, and fully clothed Lucius Malfoy.
"Merlin!" Narcissa yelped, diving for her silk robe.
She looked up at Lucius with the deadliest glare she could muster with her impending embarrassment. "Yes?" She snapped venomously, her eyes fixed intently on his face; not backing down.
His brows furrowed for a moment before he continued. He looked irritated but there was something else there too….but before she could decipher it his face had once again become impassive.
"It's not like you have anything to hide Narcissa." He drawled lazily; keeping any sign of emotion clear of his face, his eyes were only a bit tight.
"Excuse me?" She snapped again, though with more confusion than anger.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her form; her hair, which was hanging in loose curls around her face and shoulders, finally their eyes locked. Her eyes were full of confusion, uncertainty, and defeat. All the things she was trying desperately to hide. His eyes seemingly held nothing; though his expression softened into one reflecting kindness.
"You're beautiful." He said in a tone he used only for her. It was obvious the statement had been voiced to please her, but instead she was suddenly furious. "I bet you're so proud, thinking of what a great trophy wife I'll make." She spat haughtily. "The next Mrs. Malfoy." She sneered with contempt. Plastering a smirk on her face that could rival his own. His eyes narrowed with her declaration, making her blush prettily.
"Narcissa I can assure you-" He started with a warning clear in his tone. But she carried on as though she hadn't heard him speak at all; determined to shut him up for good.
"You're probably so pleased now that I'm attractive enough to be considered acceptable for the Malfoy heir! I'm sorry you had to wait so long! I would ALMOST feel bad for you; you know, if it wasn't my future, innocence, and pride you're taking away! I hope it comes like a slap in the face when you realize that I will never love someone who doesn't have a heart to return the favo-"
His voice was sharp and clear, just like his eyes. "Narcissa, I must take my leave. I have a meeting in ten minutes. I'm sorry to have startled you. I had just wanted to spend a few moments with you before I went in to the office." He regarded her coolly before continuing, "When I rearrange my plans for this afternoon I will owl you." He turned abruptly and swept from her room with an air of grace that only he could hold.
She had stood there for a moment or two, thinking hard, before returning to finish off her morning routine with a sour taste in her mouth that no amount of tea could blast away. Damn him and his calm and collected presence that always left her shaken. He was insistent, but so was she; she refused to fall for someone who would never give her claim over their heart.
She sighed again, pulling herself back to the present. That was hours ago, she couldn't change the pas so she might as well stop thinking about it. She still, thankfully, lived at Black Manor with her annoyingly over-bearing mother and father; however Lucius was over more often than not so the transition to becoming his wife wouldn't be as drastic has she had imagined when the summer had started. She carefully picked up Lucius' letter and reread it,
Dearest Narcissa,
I have cancelled my meetings for this evening; you will accompany me to dinner at 8. I hope you are enjoying your day. Reply at your earliest convenience.
Respectably Yours,
LM
She ground her teeth in frustration; it was so LIKE him to demand her to do the things he pleased. He was just peeved because of her behavior this morning, which had been HIS fault in the first place! EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING! With one last look of contempt she tossed the letter into burning fire and watched as the flames licked the expensive parchment.
