You're Still The One
Part Two: The Newest Slytherin
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: R for sexual situations
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
Thanks for the reviews everyone! Keep on reviewing!
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"Oh, SIRIUS, have you been FIGHTING again?" Narcissa had leapt to her feet and fixed her twelve year old cousin with an icy stare.
Sirius grinned through his nosebleed. "Awb, Cissa, we wab jusb habing sub fud."
A smile tugged at the corners of Narcissa mouth, but she planted her fists firmly on her hips. "I'm going to tell Auntie Celesta you've been fighting, Sirius..." She waggled a finger menacingly under his nose. Sirius scowled.
"Cissa, I'b gobing to curse you ib you do." His face had turned angry and the blood wasn't pouring from his nose as hard anymore. Narcissa sniffed and flounced back to her seat.
"Fine. I won't tell her...THIS time..." Narcissa rummaged through her robes for her wand. She muttered a spell and pointed her wand at a nervous-looking Sirius. His nose stopped bleeding instantly and Narcissa pocketed her wand again. "Now, who were you fighting? Severus Snape?"
Sirius looked sheepish. "Ah, well..." He looked at James, Remus, and Peter for support but none of them would meet his gaze.
"SIRIUS!" barked Narcissa, making her cousin and his friends jump.
Sirius threw his hands in the air. "Okay, yes, it was Snivellus Snape! Happy?" Narcissa looked at him haughtily as she smoothed the front of her robes.
"It's not nice to call him Snivellus, Sirius. Mummy says he comes from a very respectable pureblood family and..." Sirius waved an impatient hand at her.
"Listen, Cissa, blood doesn't matter. Snivellus could be king of the wizards and he'd still be a greasy, know-it-all git."
Sirius frowned at her for a moment. "You sound like my mother. I'm sick of hearing how wonderful purebloods are. You should follow in Andromeda's steps, wee one. Not Bellatrix's." He beckoned to his friends and the headed out of the compartment. Leslie's voice finally broke the silence.
"Well, MY mum says blood does matter. Do you really want filthy Mudbloods around you who could blab about our world to others of their kind?" Miranda and Abby murmured their agreement. Narcissa was still deep in thought.
"Yeah," she said suddenly, looking up. "Mudbloods could betray us, couldn't they?" Leslie nodded.
"They would, too. They know nothing about wizards when they come to Hogwarts. Who needs them?" The girls all nodded vigorously.
Little did Narcissa know it, but she had chosen her path that day. The path that would turn her away from Sirius, Andromeda, and their friends. The path that would lead her to marry Lucius Malfoy, have a son named Draco, and be a follower of Lord Voldemort.
When the Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmeade Station, Narcissa, Miranda, Leslie, and Abby were joined by Bellatrix and her friends Bronwyn Walsh, Adrienne James, Caleb Martin, and Rodolphus Lestrange. "Come on, girls, we'll show you where to go," Bellatrix marched across the platform to the road.
"Firs' years, this way! Firs' years!" An extremely tall man in a moleskin overcoat was beckoning to the first years. His kind, bearded face was illuminated by the lantern in his huge hand. Narcissa, Abby, Leslie, and Miranda followed the man, along with a ton of other first years. Across the lake they went in a small fleet of boats, up a case of wide stairs, then to a large wooden door. The man knocked and the door swung open almost at once. A stern-looking witch with black hair and square-framed spectacles stood in the doorway. "Firs' years, Professor McGonagall."
The witch nodded and gazed sharply at the crowd of trembling first years. "Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, please." She lead the first years into a hall that could have fit the entire downstairs of Black Manor in it. Professor McGonagall brought them into a small chamber off the hall. "You will wait here until it is time for the Sorting. I will be back in a few minutes." Even after Professor McGonagall left, nobody spoke. She found them five minutes later exactly as she had left them. "Follow me," She beckoned to them and they followed her into the Great Hall.
There were four House tables, lighted by floating candles and the transparent ghosts. In front of the first years was the staff table. In the middle a man with a long, silvery beard was watching the first years enter, a serene expression on his face. Professor McGonagall led them to a three-legged stool where a patched and frayed wizard's hat stood. She stepped back, leaving the first years gaping at the hat, along with everyone else in the hall.
The hat burst into song, telling of the qualities looked for in each House. After the song was over, Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a roll of parchment. "I will call your name then you will step forward and place the hat on your head." Narcissa felt herself trembling slightly now.
"Atkinson, George!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Benson, Miranda!"
Narcissa watched as her shaking friend stepped forward and placed the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Miranda looked utterly bewildered but went to join the Ravenclaw table. Narcissa's heart sank. Would Abby and Leslie be sorted into different houses as well?
"Black, Narcissa!"
Narcissa felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she stepped forward and placed the hat on her head.
Hmm...a good mind, I see...Cunning...hard-working...ambitious...You would do well in...
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed the last word to the hall. Narcissa slipped off the stool and went to sit next to Bellatrix at the Slytherin table. Andromeda, who was in Ravenclaw, smiled at Narcissa from her House's table. Miranda looked sadly at Narcissa, who waved halfheartedly.
"Hale, Leslie!"
Narcissa heart began to thump again. 'Please, please, let one of my friends be in Slytherin...'
"SLYTHERIN!"
Narcissa's face broke out into a wide smile and she clapped with the rest as Leslie sauntered over to join the Slytherins.
"Niles, Abby!"
Leslie and Narcissa watched Abby, wondering if she would be sorted with them...
"RAVENCLAW!"
Abby went to join the Ravenclaw table with Miranda. When Narcissa and Leslie went to wave at them, Abby and Miranda whispered to each other and glared coldly at them. Narcissa felt a hot swoop of anger in her stomach. Why were they being so rude? Leslie sniffed next to her. "We don't need them, Narcissa. We're Slytherins. All we need is others of our own kind." As the feasting began, Narcissa's mind was swimming. Was that what each House was about? Being with your own "kind"? She emptied her mind quickly as she began to fill her stomach with the delicious food.
After the feast, Narcissa and Leslie followed a prefect to the Slytherin common room. The common room was a high ceilinged room with cozy looking green armchairs and an elaborate mantel piece with silver serpents set into it. The girls trudged up to their dormitory where they met their dormmates, Frances, Camille, and Andrea. Narcissa quickly slipped into her nightgown before crawling into her four-poster bed that had a thick, warm green comforter and silver sheets. The moment her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep, dreaming of Lucius Malfoy, for some unknown reason.
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Part Two: The Newest Slytherin
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: R for sexual situations
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
Thanks for the reviews everyone! Keep on reviewing!
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"Oh, SIRIUS, have you been FIGHTING again?" Narcissa had leapt to her feet and fixed her twelve year old cousin with an icy stare.
Sirius grinned through his nosebleed. "Awb, Cissa, we wab jusb habing sub fud."
A smile tugged at the corners of Narcissa mouth, but she planted her fists firmly on her hips. "I'm going to tell Auntie Celesta you've been fighting, Sirius..." She waggled a finger menacingly under his nose. Sirius scowled.
"Cissa, I'b gobing to curse you ib you do." His face had turned angry and the blood wasn't pouring from his nose as hard anymore. Narcissa sniffed and flounced back to her seat.
"Fine. I won't tell her...THIS time..." Narcissa rummaged through her robes for her wand. She muttered a spell and pointed her wand at a nervous-looking Sirius. His nose stopped bleeding instantly and Narcissa pocketed her wand again. "Now, who were you fighting? Severus Snape?"
Sirius looked sheepish. "Ah, well..." He looked at James, Remus, and Peter for support but none of them would meet his gaze.
"SIRIUS!" barked Narcissa, making her cousin and his friends jump.
Sirius threw his hands in the air. "Okay, yes, it was Snivellus Snape! Happy?" Narcissa looked at him haughtily as she smoothed the front of her robes.
"It's not nice to call him Snivellus, Sirius. Mummy says he comes from a very respectable pureblood family and..." Sirius waved an impatient hand at her.
"Listen, Cissa, blood doesn't matter. Snivellus could be king of the wizards and he'd still be a greasy, know-it-all git."
Sirius frowned at her for a moment. "You sound like my mother. I'm sick of hearing how wonderful purebloods are. You should follow in Andromeda's steps, wee one. Not Bellatrix's." He beckoned to his friends and the headed out of the compartment. Leslie's voice finally broke the silence.
"Well, MY mum says blood does matter. Do you really want filthy Mudbloods around you who could blab about our world to others of their kind?" Miranda and Abby murmured their agreement. Narcissa was still deep in thought.
"Yeah," she said suddenly, looking up. "Mudbloods could betray us, couldn't they?" Leslie nodded.
"They would, too. They know nothing about wizards when they come to Hogwarts. Who needs them?" The girls all nodded vigorously.
Little did Narcissa know it, but she had chosen her path that day. The path that would turn her away from Sirius, Andromeda, and their friends. The path that would lead her to marry Lucius Malfoy, have a son named Draco, and be a follower of Lord Voldemort.
When the Hogwarts Express stopped at Hogsmeade Station, Narcissa, Miranda, Leslie, and Abby were joined by Bellatrix and her friends Bronwyn Walsh, Adrienne James, Caleb Martin, and Rodolphus Lestrange. "Come on, girls, we'll show you where to go," Bellatrix marched across the platform to the road.
"Firs' years, this way! Firs' years!" An extremely tall man in a moleskin overcoat was beckoning to the first years. His kind, bearded face was illuminated by the lantern in his huge hand. Narcissa, Abby, Leslie, and Miranda followed the man, along with a ton of other first years. Across the lake they went in a small fleet of boats, up a case of wide stairs, then to a large wooden door. The man knocked and the door swung open almost at once. A stern-looking witch with black hair and square-framed spectacles stood in the doorway. "Firs' years, Professor McGonagall."
The witch nodded and gazed sharply at the crowd of trembling first years. "Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, please." She lead the first years into a hall that could have fit the entire downstairs of Black Manor in it. Professor McGonagall brought them into a small chamber off the hall. "You will wait here until it is time for the Sorting. I will be back in a few minutes." Even after Professor McGonagall left, nobody spoke. She found them five minutes later exactly as she had left them. "Follow me," She beckoned to them and they followed her into the Great Hall.
There were four House tables, lighted by floating candles and the transparent ghosts. In front of the first years was the staff table. In the middle a man with a long, silvery beard was watching the first years enter, a serene expression on his face. Professor McGonagall led them to a three-legged stool where a patched and frayed wizard's hat stood. She stepped back, leaving the first years gaping at the hat, along with everyone else in the hall.
The hat burst into song, telling of the qualities looked for in each House. After the song was over, Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a roll of parchment. "I will call your name then you will step forward and place the hat on your head." Narcissa felt herself trembling slightly now.
"Atkinson, George!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Benson, Miranda!"
Narcissa watched as her shaking friend stepped forward and placed the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Miranda looked utterly bewildered but went to join the Ravenclaw table. Narcissa's heart sank. Would Abby and Leslie be sorted into different houses as well?
"Black, Narcissa!"
Narcissa felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she stepped forward and placed the hat on her head.
Hmm...a good mind, I see...Cunning...hard-working...ambitious...You would do well in...
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed the last word to the hall. Narcissa slipped off the stool and went to sit next to Bellatrix at the Slytherin table. Andromeda, who was in Ravenclaw, smiled at Narcissa from her House's table. Miranda looked sadly at Narcissa, who waved halfheartedly.
"Hale, Leslie!"
Narcissa heart began to thump again. 'Please, please, let one of my friends be in Slytherin...'
"SLYTHERIN!"
Narcissa's face broke out into a wide smile and she clapped with the rest as Leslie sauntered over to join the Slytherins.
"Niles, Abby!"
Leslie and Narcissa watched Abby, wondering if she would be sorted with them...
"RAVENCLAW!"
Abby went to join the Ravenclaw table with Miranda. When Narcissa and Leslie went to wave at them, Abby and Miranda whispered to each other and glared coldly at them. Narcissa felt a hot swoop of anger in her stomach. Why were they being so rude? Leslie sniffed next to her. "We don't need them, Narcissa. We're Slytherins. All we need is others of our own kind." As the feasting began, Narcissa's mind was swimming. Was that what each House was about? Being with your own "kind"? She emptied her mind quickly as she began to fill her stomach with the delicious food.
After the feast, Narcissa and Leslie followed a prefect to the Slytherin common room. The common room was a high ceilinged room with cozy looking green armchairs and an elaborate mantel piece with silver serpents set into it. The girls trudged up to their dormitory where they met their dormmates, Frances, Camille, and Andrea. Narcissa quickly slipped into her nightgown before crawling into her four-poster bed that had a thick, warm green comforter and silver sheets. The moment her head hit the pillow, she was fast asleep, dreaming of Lucius Malfoy, for some unknown reason.
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