Pairing: LuciusNarcissa
Poison
"What are you doing here, Black?"
"Remedial Potions, Malfoy," Narcissa sneers at him, "though tell me, why are you looking through Slughorn's poison cabinet?"
He shrugs. "Old Sluggy'll never notice, my dear."
"He notices more than you give credit for," she retorts, raising an eyebrow. "And don't call me 'my dear', it's plain disturbing, and we both know full well that I will not date you. Or marry you. Or anything, Malfoy."
"Look," Malfoy leans on the counter. "You kiss me, just once, and I'll tell you why I'm looking through his prized poisons."
She frowns. "Your lips are gross, Malfoy, so chapped. Let me fix that."
Narcissa dabs some water from the tap at his lips, and then makes him wipe it on his sleeve. Conscious at the vain boy's obvious discomfort, she smirks.
"That's a yes, Black?" he drawls.
"A quick peck, I don't want to die from the after-effects of snogging you," she replies, pulling him close.
He's actually not a bad kisser, really. And his longish hair smells good, and she notices that his slender arms are slightly muscled.
Wait. What? Narcissa Corona Black will not fall for Lucius fucking Malfoy.
Period.
"Not bad," Malfoy is the first to speak after they pull back. "Good job, Black."
"Same for you, Malfoy," she smirks. "Now, why-"
He puts a finger to his lips. "Hush. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you why – I have a poison collection, see."
Narcissa gives a wry smile. "Really? That doesn't surprise me. Please, enlighten me further."
"They're all fatal," he explains. "However, some make you die quickly... and others make you die a long, painful death." He looks at his box of tiny flasks rather fondly. "I got some of these from my father-"
"As birthday presents?" she says sardonically. "Good father you have, Malfoy."
"Good father you have, Black," he replies calmly, licking his lips. "So. Some of the others, they were from my mother's family – birthday presents also. I collected and brewed the rest especially, and bought a few of those from Knockturn Alley – Borgin and Burkes come in handy, you know."
Her blue eyes slide over to the poisons. As she bends down, she reads the labels. "Agony Brew", "Feu – Guaranteed to Burn your Internal Organs!", "A Taste of Mercy". She crosses her arms, raises an eyebrow at him.
"Malfoy, don't tell me you're intending to use those poisons!"
He shrugs. "I'm a collector, Black, not a murderer. Anyways, I would murder in a more... Slytherin way, don't you think?"
"You're twisted," she remarks. "But you're right. About the second part."
"What?" He sneers. "You don't believe me when I say I'm not a murderer?"
"I seriously doubt you," Narcissa corrects. "Anyone who collects fatal poisons for a hobby cannot be too trustworthy, don't you think?"
With a smile at his annoyed look, she waves at him and departs.
A little idea I had after writing down random pairings for during the Marauder Era.
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