Chapter Nine: Victory

Life at Malfoy Manor was unbearably busy for the four months or so. The bright, sunny days of summer turned into the lackadaisical days of early autumn. Lucius was always working, hardly ever home. I spent most of my time in the library, accompanying Lucius to various Ministry functions, kissing up to important people in the community… It had become quite an interesting lifestyle, to say the least. Although I missed my husband immensely, I realized he had a job to do and that I had to accept that. Our relationship seemed to have taken a backseat to Lucius' job and I found life at Malfoy Manor lonely at times.

One evening in early September, I became so frustrated at how things were turning out that I resorted back to old measures. I decided to get to know myself again. Lucius had spent most of the day at work and he still wasn't home yet. I found it unbearably frustrating. With his work schedule the way it was, he was coming home simply exhausted. Even though we were supposed to be trying for a baby, we hadn't had sex in over a month. As cliché and stupid as it sounded at the time, I missed my husband.

I went to the bedroom and undressed, lying back on the bed. I closed my eyes and slowly imagined him kissing me, his hands trailing down my breasts to my stomach, past my hips, in between my thighs. I massaged my breast, flicking my nipple ever so slightly. I twisted my hips, trying to alleviate the warmness that was slowly flooding to my pelvis. I traced my hand down my stomach toward my vulva, toying with my labia, teasing my clitoris slightly. I imagined Lucius' tongue flicking over it over and over again. My breathing rapidly increased. I felt the vaginal lubrication increase, covering my fingers. I pushed in one finger, and then two, bucking against my hand as I began moving my fingers in and out. My other hand reached for my clitoris and started rubbing it in a circular fashion. I continued this for a while, until I was on the brink of an orgasm.

"You couldn't wait for me to join the party?"

I heard a low guttural growl in the corner of the room. It was Lucius. Standing near the window, one hand obviously in his pants. I watched in fascination as he moved it back and forth, stroking himself.

"You weren't home, dear," I moaned breathlessly. "I got lonely."

"Obviously," he grinned. He disrobed and came over to me, sweeping me into a deep kiss.

"You're never home," I sighed, trying to hide my tears.

"I know," he said, kissing my temple, my cheeks, my nose, my lips… "But I was thinking about this all day long."

"I bet you did," I said cheekily.

He moved on top of me and I felt the stiffness of his erection poking me in the thigh. I shifted my weight under him and he moaned.

"You're mine," he said.

"Yours?" I asked. "I'm no one's but my own."

"You're wrong," Lucius retorted. He leaned down and enveloped me in another kiss.

"I'm never wrong," I argued.

"You're wrong!" he moaned a little louder. "You're mine. You're my wife. My bitch. My house. You live in it. My bed. You sleep in it. My library. You read in it. My children. Will be in your body. My body. You relish it. Always. Forever."

I was so incredibly turned on by this point. I loved when he bossed me around. He lowered his head down to my nipple and slowly sucked on it. I arched my back up to his face and groaned.

"Lucius… I need… mhmn… now…" I mumbled incoherently.

"What?" Lucius asked me, breaking his suction on my breast.

"I need you inside me," I said a more clearly.

He nodded got up, turning me over onto my knees. He quickly thrust himself into me from behind. I gasped at the sudden invasion. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and thrust himself in and out of me. He kept up his relentless pounding harder and harder, faster and faster.

"Mhmn… Lucius…" I moaned.

I felt myself slowly reaching my climax. I concentrated on it. I felt my muscles tense around him and I came, screaming at the top of my lungs.

Lucius wasn't finished. He pulled out and turned me back over and placed my legs on his shoulders, my bum at the end of the bed. He held onto my hips and thrust himself back in. His eyes feasted on my breasts as they bounced up and down with every thrust.

"Fuck yeah," Lucius groaned.

I thrusted back up against him, feeling his balls bounce off me, hearing him slapping against my skin. He stiffened suddenly and I felt him come inside me.

He collapsed against me, breathing hard.

"We need to do that more often," Lucius said. "I've missed you."

"And I've missed you," I said.

I paused for a second before speaking again.

"Do you really want your children in me?" I asked.

"Oh, most definitely," Lucius replied. "I want to see your belly get so big and round and I want to feel a part of me kicking from inside you, knowing I put it there."

I didn't know what to say. I just grinned.

"I want that, too," I said. "I wish we already had a baby. I don't know why it's taking so long," I pouted.

"Sometimes, things just take time. I can't really explain it," Lucius said. "We'll get there eventually."

"I hope you're right," I sighed.

Lucius wrapped his arms around me and held me. We soon fell asleep.

Lucius was preparing to take over the Ministry. They had a meeting in our drawing room. Rosier, Bella (who had just been initiated into the circle) and the Lestranges, and Lucius gathered into the drawing room, looking over the plans.

Tonight was the night.

I sat in the parlor with my cup of tea, looking out the window. I wasn't looking forward to them leaving. Lucius came in a few hours later and kissed me.

"Cissy, look at me," he crooned.

I obeyed, looking up into his determined gray eyes.

How I loved him. Things might have been complicated between us, as always, but at that moment, I realized that through it all, I really did love this man.

"I love you," I murmured. "Come back to me. Don't get yourself killed, please."

"I'm not," Lucius replied. "I'm coming back."

"Promise me?" I begged him, not letting him go.

"I promise."

The next morning, Lucius wasn't back at the Manor. I became extremely worried. I headed out to Diagon Alley to see if there was any news. I figured if the Ministry had been taken over, there would be some sort of panic and Diagon Alley would be the first place to register that.

I was right.

Death Eaters had taken over Diagon Alley. The shops and little hole-in-the-wall stores were abandoned. Other than the men storming through in black cloaks, the entirety of Diagon Alley was empty. It looked like a ghost town. I shuddered.

One of the Death Eaters ran toward me, ready to attack.

"Now aren't you in the wrong place at the wrong time?" He raised his wand toward me. I was faster. I ducked and sent back a shield charm.

"I think my husband would have your arse for attacking me!" I retorted angrily. "I'm Narcissa Malfoy!"

I saw the surprise in his actions. He immediately stepped back and cowered.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Madam Malfoy. My mistake," he bowed. "I am incredibly sorry."

I was intrigued. I hadn't expected that sort of a reaction.

"What is the status at the Ministry?" I asked him quietly.

"Mission was accomplished successfully. Only one casualty. On our side. Such a loss. I know you were rather close to him."

I drew in a quick breath. Lucius.

I bid adieu to the Death Eater and Disapparated back to Malfoy Manor.

I nervously waited for word from someone, whether it would be Lucius or someone explaining his untimely demise. He had to be okay. He just HAD to. I couldn't imagine him not being okay. He was going to come right through those doors and –

"Narcissa! We did it!"

With a loud pop! Lucius appeared across the drawing room. He ran over to me and swept me up into his arms.

"The Dark Lord is pleased. I'm his most valued supporter. I'm his right hand. Narcissa, everything is going to be fine! We're going to be okay! We've got everything right where it needs to be."

His face was flushed with excitement and I couldn't help but be happy for him.

Then I remembered. The "casualty." The stupid bumbling oaf of a Death Eater had me thinking Lucius had been that casualty.

"Did everyone make it out okay?" I asked him.

"We lost Rosier to Moody. But other than that, we came out pretty well. Rabastan got a nasty cut to the face. But he'll heal up fine. It'll probably scar."

What a stupid bumbling oaf! I wasn't close to Rosier at all! I hadn't really known Evan Rosier, so I had no reason to be upset. I wasn't too worried about Rabastan. That was no big deal. The worst of my fears were gone. Lucius was back, he was fine, he was alive, and he wasn't hurt. Bella was fine to my knowledge. Everything had turned out remarkably well.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I said, trying to hide the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Things are fine. We're all going to be okay," he said, pulling me into a kiss.

Sorry this was a little rushed. It was mostly a filler chapter.

The good stuff should come in the next few chapters.

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