The crinkling of the paper as he folded, unusually loud against the silence of the Great Hall, was perhaps a mere confirmation that he was in a state of absolute insanity. Reaching an arm up to the flame, name in hand, he dropped the paper into the blue. It roared gently for a moment before settling back to take the next name of those who dared. His heart thudded a little with the anxiety of what he'd just done, making him want to claw into the fire to retrieve the scrap. In the back of his mind however, he kept telling himself he had to do this. He had to show her, prove himself worthy.
He lay back on her bed, watching her potter around the room as he had done the past couple of mornings, now that she let him be in her company. The topic of what had happened a night or so ago was still off their talking itinerary. Lucius, who was always rather open with himself, found it difficult to understand how she kept so many things inside, hidden. He'd tried a couple of times since to approach the subject, only to have it completely dismissed by her as she turned the conversation to something more 'appropriate'. He watched her, peacefully, as she did the usual peering into the mirror to fix her makeup, reaching into the wardrobe to collect that day's uniform. It was only when she bent down a little to open the draw he'd 'accidentally' opened, that she spoke.
"Close your eyes-", her tone was firmer than expected, but as he had done the day before, he covered his eyes with his hands. As he did so, the shuffling of her moving around, changing into new underwear, distracted his concentration. Rather than trying his best not to look, he sneakily tried to peer through slightly parted fingers, until an instant pang of guilt hit him and he stopped himself.
"Okay-", as he opened his eyes back into the light from the dark of being behind his hands, he felt rather disappointed that she'd also managed to fully dress herself. She came over to the bed from her dressing table and perched herself on the opposite side to him, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You should've just stayed the way you came out of the bathroom-", and by that, he was hinting towards the silk underwear she'd been wearing as she reemerged from a morning bath. As he smirked a little, she flushed a gentle colour, knowing almost where the conversation was going. She couldn't decide quick enough whether she could conjure the guts to discuss it with him, face to face, in broad daylight... Talking to LUCIUS MALFOY, about sex.
"Cissa-", his tone urged her to start the conversation rather than him trying to push her into it, giving her an easy way out if she so wanted, yet she surprised herself.
"Maybe tonight...", she turned away from him as she said it, confident enough to start talking about it, but still shy enough about the entire thing to not be able to look him in the eye. He leant over to link his fingers into hers, bringing her eyes back around to his. They were deep and she melted into them, and more than anything, they were honest and raw.
"Cissa, we honestly don't have to... I promise, I don't think any less of you-", she almost felt guilty. Here he was, letting her do everything in her own time, yet she knew she denied him almost anything, or rather the thing he wanted most; for everyone to know they were together, rather than basing it off school rumours. She simply smiled at him, squeezed his hand and stood to leave for lessons.
The day passed just as dull as any other typical school day would. An hour of Potions, an hour of Potions Theory, an hour free when in the library whilst Lucius had Arithmancy, then two hours of combined Charms and Charms Theory in the afternoon. It was only when Narcissa arrived back into the Common Room, that the day became more eventful, for all the wrong reasons. As she turned through the doorway, Lucius' name was on the tip of everyones tongue, floating around the room in a whisper. No one seemed to bring their attention to her however and so she presumed the gossip was about him solely. Hauling her books up the steps to her room, she banged through the door, throwing the reading material heavily down ok her desk as she did so. Lucius, as ever, was waiting for her, standing in the window.
"Lucius?-", his name was for him to turn around yet he didn't, remaining in a trance state for a few minutes before responding.
"Narcissa, I... I entered myself-", she wasn't entirely sure what he'd meant initially, yet when her mind started clicking to put two and two together, she feared the worst and momentarily denied it to herself. He turned around to her, stepping over and holding her with a hand on each shoulder. She immediately pushed him off, turning around and lifting both hands to her face. Through the start of tears, she raged at him.
"Why?! Why would you do this?!", he tried to comfort her, put a hand on her arm, yet she whipped around, eyes a little smeary. "WHY LUCIUS?!", he sighed quickly, trying to work out what to tell her, regretting he'd ever done what was done.
"To prove myself to you Narcissa!", he became argumentative, a little brassed off at her response; how could she possibly expect him to think about her feelings when she didn't seemingly think about his and his want for her to be 'officially his'. He hit back inside himself, instantly guilt ridden from thinking such a thing.
"Prove yourself?! To who?! Me?!", her rage was almost out of control and he feared it might arouse suspicion in the Common Room, and so without really thinking, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her, landing her lips right on his. She calmed instantaneously, the salt from her tears coming between their lips. She sniffled as the kiss broke off and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in.
"I'm sorry... I just didn't know how else to show you that I really do just want you 'Cissa-", he whispered softly into her hair as he rested a cheek on top of her head. She continued to calm herself, beginning to feel at ease with him again, trying not to think too much about the possible imminent danger he would succumb to if chosen. She reached her lips up to beside his ear, kissing before whispering to him, nervously.
"Show me here...", she was barely audible. He leant back a little to look her directly in the eyes.
"Show you what?-", he spoke just as he was realising and so broke off before pausing and double checking. "Are you sure? Right now?", she nodded without hesitation and leant up to him, kissing him.
He tiptoed her back towards the bed, gently resting her down backwards, a toned arm taking her weight. He went to her neck, kissing into her collarbone, popping open the top button of her shirt, kissing deeper. He slid a hand up her skirt, meeting the lace with his fingertips and gently hooking a finger into them to pull them down, letting them pool onto the floor. He brought his face to hers, noses almost touching, when she began to panic, becoming somewhat breathless.
"Lucius... I don't know if I can-", she seemed almost on the brink of sobbing again, when he began to hush her soothingly.
"Cissa, we don't have to... But if you want to, just relax, try not to tense-", he waited for permission and as she nodded, he ran his hand solidly back up her thigh, between her legs. He pressed a fingertip against her and a gentle flutter of breathing escaped her lips. He deepened the pressure, alternated between movements before slowly sliding a finger into her. He watched her face intently, looking for a sign that she perhaps didn't want it to go any further but she stayed relaxed and brought her hand up and around the back of his neck to bring them closer. He moved gently in her, feeling her hips moving slightly with the motion. As he did so, he moved his thumb back to where he'd previously been and it proved too much for her. But rather than pushing him away, she moaned for more before breaking apart against him. The release was so new to her, that she'd made more noise than intended and Lucius had to shush her.
"Cissa! Shh..", he laughed gently against her ear and gently lay on top of her as her chest pulsated from erratic breathing, before calming to a more natural pace. He brought his face back up to hers and softly kissed her, smiling against her lips as he did so, blissfully unaware of the revelation happening outside her room.
Rather unfortunately for them, a particular girl from Narcissa's year had noticed Lucius entering her room earlier, before Narcissa had arrived and she had made a mental note to keep a close eye on whatever was going on. Having noticed that Lucius had not left the room and Narcissa had gone inside, she found the entire thing rather intriguing and so had made a specific effort to perhaps walk past the room to see if there was anything she could hear being said. Much to her delight, and slight embarrassment, she'd heard an awful lot more than she bargained for. Perhaps if Lucius had quietened Narcissa quicker, then Dolores Umbridge, the biggest school gossip, wouldn't at that moment, be on her way to inform Professor Dumbledore of the most shocking student activities to date.
Dolores trotted along, very much on a mission to out the pair to a more authoritative figure. Upon reaching his office, she neatly knocked twice against the embellished wood and he welcomed her in with a deepened 'yes?'. Looking rather pleased with herself, she took a seat in the chair at his desk, facing him over the large table.
"How can I help you Dolores?", his tone was a little weary, which was understandable given the fact that this girl regularly tried to gain recognition for spying on fellow students.
"I just thought I should make you aware, Professor, that particular, inappropriate things have been happening in student rooms-", as she coughed slightly at the word 'inappropriate', he peered upon over his glasses from the parchment he was writing on and raised an eyebrow.
"And how exactly has this come about, particularly to your knowledge, Miss Umbridge?", he shrugged a little, waiting for a response which would probably be that other students were gossiping about a rumour and so she thought she'd better step on it.
"Let's just say Professor, that I happened to be walking past a students' room this evening and what I heard most certainly wasn't a 'friendly' discussion-", Dumbledore seemed intrigued at her finding and Dolores smirked, most pleased with herself.
"And, if I dare ask, who are the people involved?", he had both eyebrows now raised the quill which had been furiously active before, was now resting in the closest ink pot. Dolores' knowing smile grew bigger, as though the names were trying to burst out before she had time to collect herself.
"Mr. Malfoy... And Narcissa Black-", before she had time to continue, the door clicked and Professor McGonagall appeared, walking over to the grand desk. She knowingly nodded at Dolores, who eagerly tried to continue her discovery in the presence of another teacher, but was quickly dismissed by Dumbledore who cut in before her.
"Miss Umbridge, thank you for letting me know... Now if you'll be on your way-", he raised a hand towards the door and she rose from her seat whilst still trying to get more of the story out.
"But Sir-", he clicked his fingers for the door to open as she tried to keep her place in the office.
"I will deal with this-", and so, at his answer, she left the room, Professor McGonagall placing down paperwork she'd brought in, onto the desk in front of him.
"Whatever did she want this time?", she seemed a little flustered and almost irritated that Dolores Umbridge had made, yet another trip to Albus to disturb his work with another silly story.
"It seems, Minerva, that we have a particular, shall we say 'teenage' issue between two students-", the raising of his eyebrow again and small, knowing smile informed her instantly of what he'd meant.
"And the students in question, Albus?-", she leant a hand on his desk, the other on her hip, demanding a quicker answer than he was letting out.
"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Black-", the last name received an eye-roll from McGonagall.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me... Bellatrix Black has never been one to remain under control-", he cut her off by raising a hand to her and shaking his head, smiling.
"Not the older Miss Black, Professor, but Narcissa Black-", as he corrected her assumption, her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise and shock.
"Do you think he's taking advantage of her Albus? He seems quite the type...", her eyes filled with a genuine concern, Dumbledore again raising not only one, but two hands to her.
"It's not for me to say, but perhaps keeping a closer eye on them wouldn't go amiss-", he left it at that and continued to inspect the papers that Professor McGonagall had brought into him, all whilst Dolores Umbridge was on the lookout for her next person to tell.