Disclaimer: I only own the plot, also Morgana's character. I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's characters, Count Dracula, Jack the Ripper or Shakespeare.
**Narcissa's thoughts**
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 2
Several weeks had passed since the meeting in the café but Narcissa couldn't stop thinking about the handsome older man she'd met. She had graduated Hogwarts only that July and felt as though the world was her oyster. She knew she was pretty, beautiful in fact, she'd always had her fair share of admirers. She didn't need one that arrogant, even though he was tall, dark and very handsome. She was a classic beauty, thin, tanned, silky blond hair and deep blue eyes. She didn't need Lucius; she could have anyone she wanted. So why did she keeping thinking about him?
"You wouldn't believe him! He was the most annoying, arrogant git you ever met and it was clear he thought he was the bee's knees. You know the type, certain that they're God's gift and feel the need to brag about it."
"You know you've been talking about him all evening, are you sure you don't like him?" Morgana asked slyly, glancing at her friend.
"What?! You have to be kidding me, I mean he was very attractive but there's no way that I could fall for someone like him!"
"Yeah, right! Why don't you stop talking about him and enjoy the party."
Morgana knew Narcissa well enough to think that she was protesting just a little too much. They'd been firm friends from the first day of Hogwarts. Having met on the train they had been delighted at being sorted into the same house, Slytherin of course, and had proved inseparable in the following seven years. Both from old pure blood families whose reputations had a tendency to be somewhat dubious and both used to getting their own way, the obvious and undisputed leaders of Slytherin house. Narcissa was known for having her head in the clouds, living for the moment, whereas Morgana was much more practical and pragmatic. They had rented an apartment in Westminster after their graduation and had spent much of the summer so far being the life and soul of every party, dance and ministry function in Britain and much of the rest of Europe. Society expected great things of the two of them and everyone wanted to be at their side. Tonight had been no exception; the two of them had hardly been off the dance floor for a minute. The party was like a thousand others they had attended, the wizarding world may be living in terror but that seemed to have inspired a general feeling of living for the moment. This in itself was nothing new, even Narcissa had to admit that the whole Voldemort situation was getting to her. Everyone was worried but instead of hiding many had taken to having an attitude of carpe diem. **Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you may be dead**. Narcissa was half amused at their attitude; she had no reason to worry. Not that that meant she felt totally secure but that was just paranoia wasn't it? She was pulled from her reverie by a silky, far too familiar voice.
"Fancy seeing you here. We meet again."
**It can't be, I couldn't strike that unlucky!** Narcissa turned to face Lucius.
"Narcissa, you left your book."
He held out her battered copy of Wuthering Heights and she took it with a slight smile, feeling unaccountably odd at seeing him again. "Good evening Lucius, this is my friend Morgana Myriades."
"How do you do," Lucius took the hand Morgana offered but instead of shaking it raised it to his lips.
Narcissa wasn't sure why but this made her feel strangely angry.
"Thank you for returning my book, but we shouldn't keep you. There appears to be a queue forming to get your attention." It was true young women were stood all around hoping to get Lucius to look their way.
"Well, I was hoping that you would return the favour and honour me with a dance."
Narcissa felt a tremendous battle between the fact that she knew it would be deeply impolite to turn him down and the fact that she really didn't want to dance with this man. She hesitated then seeing his cool eyes fixed on her own she had passed her book to Morgana and taken his hand before she realised what she was doing.
He was, of course, a wonderful dancer. Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on the stunning couple, watching as Narcissa all but melted in his arms while trying desperately not to show it.
At the end of the song they stayed on the dance floor not speaking but just dancing staring into each other's eyes and Narcissa was beginning to think this had been a bad idea. Eventually she made an excuse saying that she simply must leave as it was getting late, which it certainly was.
"Wilt though leave me so unsatisfied?"
**Shakespeare? Well, I should have known he'd be the cultured type. Then again, he is one of the most famous figures in wizarding literature, every savage must have heard of him.**
"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" **Why not humour the arrogant bastard?**
"The promise that I may see you again," he said teasing note gone from his voice.
She was about to smile and shake her head when something prompted her to say, "Alright," and give him her address. "Send me an owl and we'll go out sometime."
"You have got it bad!" Morgana said as they left the party. "And when you said Lucius you didn't say it was Lucius Malfoy!"
"What about it?"
"His family are a bit...well...nothing's ever been proved but the rumours are that he's a supporter of You-Know-Who."
"Unsubstantiated rumour! Besides I have not got it bad, I'm just having some fun that's all and it's not like he's Count Dracula!"
"He charmed women too you know, then killed them!"
"You make him sound like Jack the Ripper or something, Lucius is no murderer. He asked me on a date not to join him in taking over the world!"
"Alright, but just be careful with him ok? I don't know how much I trust that guy, and you've certainly changed your opinion of him in a short space of time."
"Oh, I still think he's too arrogant for words, but if I can cure him of that then he might just be a nice guy. He's handsome, charming and a wonderful dancer..."
"Plus he's rich which never hurts!"
Both women laughed at this.
"No," Narcissa said, "I guess it doesn't."
*******
A/N: OK I made Shakespeare a wizard I just figured Lucius would try to show off and act cultured and, as we established in the first chapter, he doesn't read muggle authors. If anyone's interested his line is spoken by Romeo in "Romeo and Juliet" at the end of the balcony scene, the line Narcissa replies with is then spoken by Juliet but after that it's all my stuff again.
Carpe diem by the way is a Latin phrase that found it's way into the English language and it means seize the day.
Westminster is the London district where Parliament and Westminster Abbey are situated.
**Narcissa's thoughts**
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 2
Several weeks had passed since the meeting in the café but Narcissa couldn't stop thinking about the handsome older man she'd met. She had graduated Hogwarts only that July and felt as though the world was her oyster. She knew she was pretty, beautiful in fact, she'd always had her fair share of admirers. She didn't need one that arrogant, even though he was tall, dark and very handsome. She was a classic beauty, thin, tanned, silky blond hair and deep blue eyes. She didn't need Lucius; she could have anyone she wanted. So why did she keeping thinking about him?
"You wouldn't believe him! He was the most annoying, arrogant git you ever met and it was clear he thought he was the bee's knees. You know the type, certain that they're God's gift and feel the need to brag about it."
"You know you've been talking about him all evening, are you sure you don't like him?" Morgana asked slyly, glancing at her friend.
"What?! You have to be kidding me, I mean he was very attractive but there's no way that I could fall for someone like him!"
"Yeah, right! Why don't you stop talking about him and enjoy the party."
Morgana knew Narcissa well enough to think that she was protesting just a little too much. They'd been firm friends from the first day of Hogwarts. Having met on the train they had been delighted at being sorted into the same house, Slytherin of course, and had proved inseparable in the following seven years. Both from old pure blood families whose reputations had a tendency to be somewhat dubious and both used to getting their own way, the obvious and undisputed leaders of Slytherin house. Narcissa was known for having her head in the clouds, living for the moment, whereas Morgana was much more practical and pragmatic. They had rented an apartment in Westminster after their graduation and had spent much of the summer so far being the life and soul of every party, dance and ministry function in Britain and much of the rest of Europe. Society expected great things of the two of them and everyone wanted to be at their side. Tonight had been no exception; the two of them had hardly been off the dance floor for a minute. The party was like a thousand others they had attended, the wizarding world may be living in terror but that seemed to have inspired a general feeling of living for the moment. This in itself was nothing new, even Narcissa had to admit that the whole Voldemort situation was getting to her. Everyone was worried but instead of hiding many had taken to having an attitude of carpe diem. **Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow you may be dead**. Narcissa was half amused at their attitude; she had no reason to worry. Not that that meant she felt totally secure but that was just paranoia wasn't it? She was pulled from her reverie by a silky, far too familiar voice.
"Fancy seeing you here. We meet again."
**It can't be, I couldn't strike that unlucky!** Narcissa turned to face Lucius.
"Narcissa, you left your book."
He held out her battered copy of Wuthering Heights and she took it with a slight smile, feeling unaccountably odd at seeing him again. "Good evening Lucius, this is my friend Morgana Myriades."
"How do you do," Lucius took the hand Morgana offered but instead of shaking it raised it to his lips.
Narcissa wasn't sure why but this made her feel strangely angry.
"Thank you for returning my book, but we shouldn't keep you. There appears to be a queue forming to get your attention." It was true young women were stood all around hoping to get Lucius to look their way.
"Well, I was hoping that you would return the favour and honour me with a dance."
Narcissa felt a tremendous battle between the fact that she knew it would be deeply impolite to turn him down and the fact that she really didn't want to dance with this man. She hesitated then seeing his cool eyes fixed on her own she had passed her book to Morgana and taken his hand before she realised what she was doing.
He was, of course, a wonderful dancer. Everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on the stunning couple, watching as Narcissa all but melted in his arms while trying desperately not to show it.
At the end of the song they stayed on the dance floor not speaking but just dancing staring into each other's eyes and Narcissa was beginning to think this had been a bad idea. Eventually she made an excuse saying that she simply must leave as it was getting late, which it certainly was.
"Wilt though leave me so unsatisfied?"
**Shakespeare? Well, I should have known he'd be the cultured type. Then again, he is one of the most famous figures in wizarding literature, every savage must have heard of him.**
"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" **Why not humour the arrogant bastard?**
"The promise that I may see you again," he said teasing note gone from his voice.
She was about to smile and shake her head when something prompted her to say, "Alright," and give him her address. "Send me an owl and we'll go out sometime."
"You have got it bad!" Morgana said as they left the party. "And when you said Lucius you didn't say it was Lucius Malfoy!"
"What about it?"
"His family are a bit...well...nothing's ever been proved but the rumours are that he's a supporter of You-Know-Who."
"Unsubstantiated rumour! Besides I have not got it bad, I'm just having some fun that's all and it's not like he's Count Dracula!"
"He charmed women too you know, then killed them!"
"You make him sound like Jack the Ripper or something, Lucius is no murderer. He asked me on a date not to join him in taking over the world!"
"Alright, but just be careful with him ok? I don't know how much I trust that guy, and you've certainly changed your opinion of him in a short space of time."
"Oh, I still think he's too arrogant for words, but if I can cure him of that then he might just be a nice guy. He's handsome, charming and a wonderful dancer..."
"Plus he's rich which never hurts!"
Both women laughed at this.
"No," Narcissa said, "I guess it doesn't."
*******
A/N: OK I made Shakespeare a wizard I just figured Lucius would try to show off and act cultured and, as we established in the first chapter, he doesn't read muggle authors. If anyone's interested his line is spoken by Romeo in "Romeo and Juliet" at the end of the balcony scene, the line Narcissa replies with is then spoken by Juliet but after that it's all my stuff again.
Carpe diem by the way is a Latin phrase that found it's way into the English language and it means seize the day.
Westminster is the London district where Parliament and Westminster Abbey are situated.