Reflections in Mirror Shards
Word Count: 485
Written For:
- Speed Drabble, prompts: (dialogue) "You are devoid of any feeling and emotion", (dialogue) "That's more hurtful than the Cruciatus!", (word) curse
- Ship Name Competition: Lucius/Narcissa
Narcissa lay flat on her back, as her older boyfriend crept up the expanse of her body. She couldn't help but roll her pale blue eyes contemptuously as Lucius pressed soft, feather light kisses on every visible inch of skin.
Her insides coiled when he carefully pushed the strap of her lavender nightdress down her shoulder, and his eyes snapped to her face. "What's the matter with you?" he asked in a whisper, a pink tinge spreading across his nose and cheeks.
"This is the third night in a row that you have crept into my house, Lucius," she replied airily. "My father will not want me to marry you if you are caught trying to bed me before our wedding night."
"Maybe you should keep your voice down then," murmured Lucius breathily, allowing his lips to nuzzle a spot on her collarbone.
"Maybe you should leave," Narcissa said clearly. "And wait until we are married—like I told you yesterday, and the day before that."
Lucius reeled back into a sitting position, folding his arms across his chest huffily. "You are devoid of any feeling and emotion," he grumbled. "Why do you not want to make love to me? Rodolphus claims your sister is extremely pliable when it comes to the boudoir—"
"—Well maybe you should have got in with Bellatrix before Rodolphus took her hand, then!" snapped Narcissa, flinging a cushion at Lucius. It hit him square in the face, and when removed, his face was redder than ever, his white-blonde hair looking unusually pale in contrast.
"That's not what I meant!" he exclaimed, struggling for words. "I'm just saying—I highly doubt that Bellatrix waited until marriage to—you know—with Rodolphus."
"I do not care what my sister did with Rodolphus," Narcissa stated. She had no interest in being intimate with Lucius, and had even less of an interest in being with him at all. She knew that Lucius had quite a crush on her, but so far, Narcissa did not reciprocate his feelings. When Lucius had proposed properly in their dining room three weeks ago, Narcissa had accepted the gesture, while her father had looked on proudly.
She was the apple of her father's eye, and she would do anything to keep him happy. Even if it meant marrying Abraxas Malfoy's only snobby, egotistical son.
"I have no interest in sleeping with you until the time comes for us to procure a son," Narcissa told him. "So you may as well forget trying for now."
Lucius's face fell considerably, but not even a flicker of pity passed over Narcissa's heart. "That's more hurtful than the Cruciatus," he murmured, looking as though he had well and truly received the curse.
"I'll see you at your family dinner on Friday," bade Narcissa in a manner of goodbye, and turned over in bed, listening as her fiancée slipped back out of the window.