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Chapter 4: You Need Me
This. Can. Not. Be. Happening.
"Oh, Lucius...OH!"
This is just an illusion. I must have eaten a bad hallucination-inducing mushroom at some point.
"Do you like that, Narcissa? Huh? Tell me what you want."
Or...I died and went to hell with this being my eternal punishment.
"Go-! Go faster…! I want more!...AH!"
Let me think. What did I do that condemned me to hell? Was it that time I never return my friend's movie? What about that time I forgot to feed my fish, Gold Flakes? It was a freaking accident! I was seven for crying out loud!
"Narcissa…*pants pants*...I'm almost there."
"AH! Me -AH- too."
I can't believe I am still watching this. In the beginning, I tried not to look. Unfortunately, this is one of those things where, no matter how hard you try, a tiny part of you has to find out how things are going. Obviously, it's going great for them. Me? Not so much. -_-
"AAHHH!"
I watched in relief as my masters finally slumped over in exhaustion. They have been going at it for hours. HOURS! With the one they just had, the climax count is a seven. There is no way mistress is not pregnant.
Under a cloak of magic and darkness, I stepped from the corner of the room towards the couple. With a wave of my hand, I banished the remains of their "activities" and made sure they would be comfortable when they woke up. When they wake up, there would be a hot bath waiting for them along with fresh clothes. I looked at the clothes on the floor and sent them off to the laundry elves.
I sighed and swiped at the nonexistent sweat on my forehead. I hope things get easier.
Lucius sat down heavily in his chair and rubbed his temples. Today was a tiring day.
It has been a couple months since he and Narcissa tried for an heir. He leaned back and smiled fondly. He couldn't wait for the child to be born. He had a feeling that it would be the happiest day of his life. Although, these days have been grating his nerves. First, the idiot minister and the damn light supporters shooting down his bill against prejudices against the "dark" creatures. Now, with the pregnancy, Narcissa has been acting very...chaotic. One moment, she is calming reading in the lounge. Next, she is breaking everything in her line of sight. This is followed by the routine sobbing and blubbering of her worries over not being a good mother. He doesn't just stand there. He tries to calm her, whispering how great a mother she would be and all the things they would do with their child. However, instead of calming her, she lashes out at him. Lately, things has been tense between them. He doesn't know what to do.
*Pop*
He tensed, startled by the noise and looked at the direction it came from. There, on his desk, was a bottle of firewhiskey and his photo album. He carefully reached out for it, ignoring the bottle, and flipped to a page. He watched as a younger Lucius walked hand in hand in Hogsmeade, smiles on their faces and a blush on Narcissa's. He remembered. It was taken in the spring. Finals were coming up, and they went to Hogsmeade for the first time in weeks to destress. It was one of their best decisions.
He flipped to another random page and froze. His fingers softly caressed the picture featured. It was their wedding day. He watched with a sad, but loving, gaze. Narcissa looked so beautiful. He watched as he and Narcissa gave a kiss to seal the marriage before turning and smiling brightly into the camera. His fingers caressed her cheek bone before reminding himself how the album got there.
"Come out!"
*Pop*
"Master called."
It was a small house elf. Normally, all house elves are small, but this one more so.
"How did you get this? Why did you bring it here?" He demanded, gesturing to the book.
"What do you mean how? Moppy, brought it of of room for master to see. Master is sad and missing mistress. Master needed to look."
Lucius stared in disbelief. He didn't know if the elf was good or stupid. Usually, touching his or Narcissa's extremely personal objects meant punishment but...
He swallowed. He did need this. All the memories with Narcissa before the nasty politics helped ease the distress that came from her pushing him away.
"Master knows that mistress loves him, right?"
He looked up. "What?"
"Mistress has been feeling sick and bad. She wants some alone time to think about her worries. When you go to her, she feels like she needs to be stronger. That's why she pushes."
He opened his mouth but couldn't find the words.
"I- you are a very strange house elf. Do you know that?"
He watched in interest as the elf frowned but nodded.
"Normally, I would have you punished, but...I'm busy right now." He said, pretending to look through the papers on his desk with interest.
Thank you.
If he had looked up, he would have seen the elf smile. She smiled as she popped out of the room scot-free.
You're Welcome.
After the elf left, Lucius turned back to the album, pouring some firewhiskey as he looked through the pictures.
