Summary of this OS: Lucius thinks Narcissa is ice, but she burns him anyways.
Rating of this OS: K+
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, nothing belongs to me, as always. I don't make any money out of this story.
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Written for:
[THC]
Round 6 - Year 4
House: Hufflepuff
Year: 3
Category: Drabble
Prompt: 10. [couple] Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black/Malfoy
Word count (without the A/N): 946 words
Ice: Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy
She is ice. It's all he can notice about her. She is ice, and yet he knows she will burn him if he comes too close to her, but he does anyway.
"Do you really think I would let someone like you date me, Lucius Malfoy?" she sneers the first time he approaches her for something else other than homework, and he can't help but fight back because how dare she talk to him like that?
Besides, they're in the Slytherin Common Room and he can't just let the others think that a woman (even if she is as important as Narcissa Black) is having the upper hand on him.
"Narcissa Black. Do you think the ice in your eyes will be dangerous for you? It might freeze your brain, you never know."
She stares at him and he can see he has hurt her. He wants to take back the words, but then he realizes it's the first time he's seen her mask fall and he smirks.
"You look better without the mask on," he tells her then, and she continues to stare at him blankly.
The smile that tugs at her lips isn't fake this time. It lights up her blue eyes and they shine in a way that he has never seen before. Then it disappears, and he misses it the second it does.
"It's still a no, Malfoy," she informs him, winding a strand of her blonde hair around one of her long fingers.
He shrugs and tries to tell himself that it's completely fine, that he'll move on to another girl, but he knows he won't. He can't let her see that though, so he turns around and leaves without sparing her another look.
He thinks he hears her mutter, "Just because I can't," but he doesn't stop walking away from her and the fact that she regrets it doesn't lift the pressure he feels weighing him down.
Her voice calls after him, "We're still friends though, aren't we?"
He stops and turns towards her, a scowl on his thin lips and his angulous features almost distorted by anger.
"You can't have it all, Narcissa," he seethes like a snake (which he deems fitting, because his house is represented by one).
"I can't have it all?" she repeats incredulously. "Do you know anything about me, Malfoy? Really, do you know anything about the life I live?"
"Well…"
"I think you don't," she cuts him off. "My life has been dictated by my parents. I already know who it is I'm going to marry, and it's not you. That's why I can't be with you. Because if I find myself falling in love with you, it will be all the more painful."
He stays silent and stares at Narcissa Black. He has no idea how someone so strong can be so vulnerable as well, but all he wants right now is to grab her waist, pull her up against him, and kiss all her doubts away.
He knows he can't though, so he shrugs and pretends that he's fine with what she has just said.
He realizes then that everyone else in the Common Room is staring at them, and he regrets Narcissa has had to reveal such a vulnerable side of herself in front of all their housemates. She does too, apparently, because she shakes her head bitterly and elegantly strides out of the Common Room.
He follows her as quickly as possible and hopes she'll go somewhere they can talk more privately, but he's disappointed when she joins her older sister (whom he despises, so he doesn't come any closer to them).
The young woman does not spare him a second glance and he leaves. He knows he shouldn't, but he feels sorry for himself more than he feels sorry for her.
She doesn't talk to him for a long time after that, and he regrets ever asking her to date him.
He goes home for the summer holidays and tries to forget about her, her icy blue eyes that burn into him when she looks at him, her blonde hair that seems almost silver. But he can't. Everytime he tries to court another woman, she is the one that comes back to his mind.
When he comes back to Hogwarts for his seventh year, he tries not to look for her but he does anyway.
"Lucius Malfoy," he hears then and he turns around swiftly.
He sees her, and the smile on her lips is as radiant as the sun. She looks more beautiful than ever and his breath catches in his throat.
"I was looking forward to seeing you again all summer," she says and he frowns.
"And why is that?" he asks her.
"I have convinced my parents. I have told them that I wanted to marry you, and not anyone else. Our families—two noble ones at that—have good relations, and your parents are rich and influent… So they agreed and talked to your parents and…"
"They talked to my parents?" he exclaims. "And they let me believe that I could just court someone when I'm engaged to you?"
"We're not engaged yet, Lucius…" she reminds him, a little smile tugging at her lips. "But we will be one day, so maybe we could…?"
He doesn't hesitate, he pulls her towards him and her hands rest on his shoulders as she laughs a little. He kisses her then and she responds to his kiss with everything she has.
She is ice, she will probably always be, but right now, she is as radiant as the sun and he burns.
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