Underjoyed 3
Disclaimer: I don't own them, never will, blah blah blah. Which is a shame, you know, because the things I could do with them.oh well, as long as I get to play, I suppose.
Rating: I'm just gonna go with an all around R here. I don't know how explicit it's going to get, but there's no point in taking chances.
Summary: The summer before her sixth year, Ginny has a run in with an older woman that is going to change her life. (Trite, yet true)
Narcissa/Ginny. So wrong, yet so delightful at the same time. I've read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic, and I've noticed there is a sad lack of f/f stories. Maybe I've just missed them, if anyone knows of any good ones please tell me. And oh yeah, this is a lesbian story, and if you can't deal with that, LEAVE. Ooh, I love Ginny. And please review!
This got a little, well a lot actually, more serious than I had intended it to, and I'm not sure if I like it. I don't think I like speaking from Narcissa's pov either, so I'm not sure if that will happen again. Thank you to everyone who commented on this story and liked it and especially to those who wanted to archive it. As for that Callisto and Artemis bit, I have no clue where I read that, but it must have been somewhere if I put it in the story, right? Reviews and comments on what I should do with the story, if I should go anywhere with this Lucius bit will be much appreciated.
Underjoyed: Part three
Narcissa muttered a cleaning spell, getting the clay off of her hands. It was time to go home, she knew, glancing reluctantly at the sculpture that she was leaving behind. Rough, the beginnings of that delightful girl she had met, Ginny, could be made out. Lucius got so fussy when she came home late, however and tonight she simply did not feel like putting up with it. Glancing at the firm yet delicate curve of the face once more, she apparated back to the manor, the front hall to be precise, and was not at all surprised as she left it and passed through the parlor to find Lucius sitting there, pretending to be absorbed in a book as he enjoyed his nightcap. His quick, cold eyes that darted like silverfish at any provocation quickly passed from the heavy tome to her, and he snorted contemptuously. "Out playing late again, darling?" He murmured in a quiet tone that did not quite match the venom in his voice. "I was out at the studio, if you must know," Narcissa replied in a rather terse tone, not really wanting to answer herself to the man she had made her home with. She knew that in Lucius' eyes when they had taken the wedding vows, she had agreed to obey him in all things, had agreed to let him be the 'man' of the house, to let him be her husband, all of which really amounted to the same thing when seen through his distorted gaze. And damn it, she was sick of it. She might have been a young and naïve girl when pushed into this marriage by her parents, but Narcissa had learned a few things since then, not the least being that she didn't need Lucius. She had done her duty by providing him with a son, and now she didn't owe him anything. Flight was gliding closer toward her each day, but Narcissa wasn't quite ready. Not yet. Still, in the meantime, that didn't mean she had to be polite to the man. "Oh, that," He snorted away contemptuously, talking in the manner one would about the deluded achievements of a madwoman proudly talking about her immaculate conception of Jesus Christ. "When are you going to give up that silly pastime dear? Merlin knows we don't need the money, and it's just so crass, don't you think, mucking about with your hands like any common peasant?" The full force of Malfoy arrogance was bearing down on Narcissa, and she did the only thing she could do in this situation. She walked away. She knew that irritated her husband more than any witty response or insult would. Of all things, her dear Lucius hated being ignored the most. Most people were afraid to ignore him nowadays, making it all the more powerful when Narcissa did. "I'm going to bed, Lucius," Could be heard floating faintly down the hallway as Lucius' hands tightened on the book, his eyes narrowing in anger as he regarded the figure of his wife so cavalierly dismissing him. He threw down the book, not even trying to maintain the pretense of quiet study anymore. How dare that woman just leave like he wasn't important? Like he was no one? He was Lucius Malfoy and by Merlin he was going to start seeing a little more respect around here. He wanted to go up after her, show her who exactly was in charge of what went on in the manor, but he wasn't quite ready. Not yet. Let the woman hold onto her deluded ideas of superiority for a little while longer. It wouldn't last. It wouldn't be wise to act early. He had to find the plan.the perfect plan. To break Narcissa, to reduce her to nothing more than a shattered body and mind.that would take planning. That would take skill. All of which required time. He didn't need her anymore; she had produced him with an heir. And he was sure, given time Draco would get over it. He himself had after all. Memories of his own mother started to fill his mind. She had been a beautiful woman. A Malfoy would accept no less in his wife. And for the first few years of his life, Lucius remembered a, if not happy, at least content woman, always taking the time to take care of him, play with him, not subscribing as wholeheartedly to the idea of nanny's as were all the other mothers of the privileged rich. He didn't know when it had changed, but his mother started to look less serene, less beautiful. Bags had appeared under her eyes, she had become jumpy. Sometimes Lucius had caught bruises on her body. At first he was angry. What was happening to his mother? He went to ask his father about it, seeing as when he questioned his mother she just gave him a sad, rather tremulous smile and perhaps ran her hand up his cheek, or brushed a lock of hair back from his face. His father had explained everything to him. How women were little more than animals, that their sole purpose in life was to support and help men. How they were weak, and unless kept under tight control could get into all kinds of bad trouble. His father had explained how the hitting didn't matter, how it was even necessary to control them sometimes. His father explained, and Lucius listened, and believed. He didn't want to plan anything so crass as what his father had done for Narcissa. No, a more total destruction was called for, something that required finesse and skill. Lucius would wait. And plan. Narcissa reached her quarters, now a good few hallways away from Lord Malfoy's (the title he insisted all the servants addressed him by-delusions of grandeur anyone?) in fact, just about on the other side of the house. No point in even pretending an amiable relationship anymore, except for public appearances and even that was beginning to not apply. She didn't bother asking where Draco was. He had gone on the vacation with some of his friends, and while she knew that their families were staunch death eaters, she could only trust in her son to make the right decision. She couldn't shield him from these things; it would be ridiculous for her to try with his own father one of the strongest of Voldemort's supporters. Still, she had managed to shield her son from one thing. The hatred that was the legacy of all Malfoy fathers' to their sons. Hatred for their mothers, for women in general, for anyone that they perceived weaker than them. In spite of all of Lucius' repeated attempts to pervert Draco into hating Narcissa, he had resisted. While Narcissa and Draco didn't have the most loving or easy of mother-son relations, she also knew that he wasn't filled with the immense hatred toward women that Lucius himself had gotten from his father. It made Narcissa hope that Draco could also find the strength to fight off the Dark Lord. This was something that she could not help him with. She decided to turn her thoughts to more pleasant subjects, like that delicious young girl she had met today in Diagon Alley. Ginny. She couldn't believe that after all these years Lucius still didn't recognize what she was. All the lovers she had taken, discretely of course.but still, she would have thought that he would have caught on by now. Curse it, there was Lucius intruding into her thoughts again like the poisonous cancer he was. She kept her mind firmly fixated on Ginny and the way those innocent young eyes had stared at her curiously filled with an unknown desire. Narcissa could help her realize that. Realize what she was, take her under her wing in a way that no one had ever bothered to do for her. She closed her curtains and took off her robes, slipping under her exorbitantly priced bed-large enough for five people, although she was sure (and here was that dreaded name again) Lucius would have a fit if she staged such an orgy under his own roof. Turning off the lights with a thought, she drifted off to sleep with images of lithe young girls, or rather one particular lithe young girl dancing through her head.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, never will, blah blah blah. Which is a shame, you know, because the things I could do with them.oh well, as long as I get to play, I suppose.
Rating: I'm just gonna go with an all around R here. I don't know how explicit it's going to get, but there's no point in taking chances.
Summary: The summer before her sixth year, Ginny has a run in with an older woman that is going to change her life. (Trite, yet true)
Narcissa/Ginny. So wrong, yet so delightful at the same time. I've read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic, and I've noticed there is a sad lack of f/f stories. Maybe I've just missed them, if anyone knows of any good ones please tell me. And oh yeah, this is a lesbian story, and if you can't deal with that, LEAVE. Ooh, I love Ginny. And please review!
This got a little, well a lot actually, more serious than I had intended it to, and I'm not sure if I like it. I don't think I like speaking from Narcissa's pov either, so I'm not sure if that will happen again. Thank you to everyone who commented on this story and liked it and especially to those who wanted to archive it. As for that Callisto and Artemis bit, I have no clue where I read that, but it must have been somewhere if I put it in the story, right? Reviews and comments on what I should do with the story, if I should go anywhere with this Lucius bit will be much appreciated.
Underjoyed: Part three
Narcissa muttered a cleaning spell, getting the clay off of her hands. It was time to go home, she knew, glancing reluctantly at the sculpture that she was leaving behind. Rough, the beginnings of that delightful girl she had met, Ginny, could be made out. Lucius got so fussy when she came home late, however and tonight she simply did not feel like putting up with it. Glancing at the firm yet delicate curve of the face once more, she apparated back to the manor, the front hall to be precise, and was not at all surprised as she left it and passed through the parlor to find Lucius sitting there, pretending to be absorbed in a book as he enjoyed his nightcap. His quick, cold eyes that darted like silverfish at any provocation quickly passed from the heavy tome to her, and he snorted contemptuously. "Out playing late again, darling?" He murmured in a quiet tone that did not quite match the venom in his voice. "I was out at the studio, if you must know," Narcissa replied in a rather terse tone, not really wanting to answer herself to the man she had made her home with. She knew that in Lucius' eyes when they had taken the wedding vows, she had agreed to obey him in all things, had agreed to let him be the 'man' of the house, to let him be her husband, all of which really amounted to the same thing when seen through his distorted gaze. And damn it, she was sick of it. She might have been a young and naïve girl when pushed into this marriage by her parents, but Narcissa had learned a few things since then, not the least being that she didn't need Lucius. She had done her duty by providing him with a son, and now she didn't owe him anything. Flight was gliding closer toward her each day, but Narcissa wasn't quite ready. Not yet. Still, in the meantime, that didn't mean she had to be polite to the man. "Oh, that," He snorted away contemptuously, talking in the manner one would about the deluded achievements of a madwoman proudly talking about her immaculate conception of Jesus Christ. "When are you going to give up that silly pastime dear? Merlin knows we don't need the money, and it's just so crass, don't you think, mucking about with your hands like any common peasant?" The full force of Malfoy arrogance was bearing down on Narcissa, and she did the only thing she could do in this situation. She walked away. She knew that irritated her husband more than any witty response or insult would. Of all things, her dear Lucius hated being ignored the most. Most people were afraid to ignore him nowadays, making it all the more powerful when Narcissa did. "I'm going to bed, Lucius," Could be heard floating faintly down the hallway as Lucius' hands tightened on the book, his eyes narrowing in anger as he regarded the figure of his wife so cavalierly dismissing him. He threw down the book, not even trying to maintain the pretense of quiet study anymore. How dare that woman just leave like he wasn't important? Like he was no one? He was Lucius Malfoy and by Merlin he was going to start seeing a little more respect around here. He wanted to go up after her, show her who exactly was in charge of what went on in the manor, but he wasn't quite ready. Not yet. Let the woman hold onto her deluded ideas of superiority for a little while longer. It wouldn't last. It wouldn't be wise to act early. He had to find the plan.the perfect plan. To break Narcissa, to reduce her to nothing more than a shattered body and mind.that would take planning. That would take skill. All of which required time. He didn't need her anymore; she had produced him with an heir. And he was sure, given time Draco would get over it. He himself had after all. Memories of his own mother started to fill his mind. She had been a beautiful woman. A Malfoy would accept no less in his wife. And for the first few years of his life, Lucius remembered a, if not happy, at least content woman, always taking the time to take care of him, play with him, not subscribing as wholeheartedly to the idea of nanny's as were all the other mothers of the privileged rich. He didn't know when it had changed, but his mother started to look less serene, less beautiful. Bags had appeared under her eyes, she had become jumpy. Sometimes Lucius had caught bruises on her body. At first he was angry. What was happening to his mother? He went to ask his father about it, seeing as when he questioned his mother she just gave him a sad, rather tremulous smile and perhaps ran her hand up his cheek, or brushed a lock of hair back from his face. His father had explained everything to him. How women were little more than animals, that their sole purpose in life was to support and help men. How they were weak, and unless kept under tight control could get into all kinds of bad trouble. His father had explained how the hitting didn't matter, how it was even necessary to control them sometimes. His father explained, and Lucius listened, and believed. He didn't want to plan anything so crass as what his father had done for Narcissa. No, a more total destruction was called for, something that required finesse and skill. Lucius would wait. And plan. Narcissa reached her quarters, now a good few hallways away from Lord Malfoy's (the title he insisted all the servants addressed him by-delusions of grandeur anyone?) in fact, just about on the other side of the house. No point in even pretending an amiable relationship anymore, except for public appearances and even that was beginning to not apply. She didn't bother asking where Draco was. He had gone on the vacation with some of his friends, and while she knew that their families were staunch death eaters, she could only trust in her son to make the right decision. She couldn't shield him from these things; it would be ridiculous for her to try with his own father one of the strongest of Voldemort's supporters. Still, she had managed to shield her son from one thing. The hatred that was the legacy of all Malfoy fathers' to their sons. Hatred for their mothers, for women in general, for anyone that they perceived weaker than them. In spite of all of Lucius' repeated attempts to pervert Draco into hating Narcissa, he had resisted. While Narcissa and Draco didn't have the most loving or easy of mother-son relations, she also knew that he wasn't filled with the immense hatred toward women that Lucius himself had gotten from his father. It made Narcissa hope that Draco could also find the strength to fight off the Dark Lord. This was something that she could not help him with. She decided to turn her thoughts to more pleasant subjects, like that delicious young girl she had met today in Diagon Alley. Ginny. She couldn't believe that after all these years Lucius still didn't recognize what she was. All the lovers she had taken, discretely of course.but still, she would have thought that he would have caught on by now. Curse it, there was Lucius intruding into her thoughts again like the poisonous cancer he was. She kept her mind firmly fixated on Ginny and the way those innocent young eyes had stared at her curiously filled with an unknown desire. Narcissa could help her realize that. Realize what she was, take her under her wing in a way that no one had ever bothered to do for her. She closed her curtains and took off her robes, slipping under her exorbitantly priced bed-large enough for five people, although she was sure (and here was that dreaded name again) Lucius would have a fit if she staged such an orgy under his own roof. Turning off the lights with a thought, she drifted off to sleep with images of lithe young girls, or rather one particular lithe young girl dancing through her head.