You're Still The One
Part Three: The Noble Family Black
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.
Thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you like the story. :)
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Narcissa and Leslie never did speak to Miranda and Abby again, which infuriated Andromeda and pleased Bellatrix. School was going well for Narcissa, who was extremely bright. One cool Friday evening in October, Narcissa was relaxing on her bed reading "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One" when Camille, Leslie, Frances, and Andrea came bursting into the dormitory.
"Narcissa! There you are! We've been looking for you!" Frances, a tall, slim brunette, sat down at the edge of Narcissa's bed. "You won't believe what we saw!" The other three girls burst into giggles.
Getting a feeling she wouldn't be able to read in peace until she asked what they saw, Naricssa snapped her book shut. "Okay, what did you see?"
The girls burst into giggles again. "Lucius Malfoy snogging your sister!" cried Camille. Narcissa's blood began to boil.
"Which sister?" snapped Narcissa, glaring at her friends. The girls all looked stunned.
"Bellatrix, of course! He wouldn't snog Andromeda. Aren't you happy for Bella?" Leslie looked surprised. "After all, a Black and a Malfoy, it would be perfect, even though I would like Lucius for myself." The other girls nodded dreamily.
Narcissa's face was turning scarlet. "Well, it's NOT good! He's with the WRONG Black!" Andrea was the first to catch on.
"The wrong Black, eh? You fancy him, don't you, Cissa?" Andrea grinned slyly. Narcissa scowled angrily at Andrea.
"Oh...oh...shut your mouth!" Narcissa flounced to the dormitory door, pulled it open, and shut it behind her with a snap, leaving her giggling friends behind her.
Narcissa hurried down the stairs and collided with something solid. It was Lucius. "Watch where you're going," he snapped, looking at her icily. Narcissa stood her ground and looked him in the eye.
"Why don't you like me? You seem to like Bellatrix enough," Narcissa sneered at him. "But you can't even have a civil tongue in your mouth when you're talking to me! Why?"
"Why?" Lucius was sneering at her now. "Because you're a silly little girl who thinks she is Queen of the world. Maybe I'd be polite to you if you deflated that gigantic head of yours and stopped marching around with your little friends like you owned the place! The older and wiser you get, the more power you hold in this school, Narcissa Black. And you have quite a few years before you're old enough and God only knows if you'll be wise enough!" Lucius stormed off up the staircase to the boys' dormitory, leaving a stunned Narcissa behind.
Winter fell on Hogwarts, blanketing the grounds with snow. Narcissa hadn't spoken to Lucius Malfoy since that October evening in the Slytherin common room, but often pondered his words. She had stopped trying to be loud and popular with everyone, and spent quiet hours studying and talking with her friends.
The night before she was to leave Hogwarts to spend Christmas at home, Narcissa was found packing in her dormitory. She had changed a bit since the last time she had seen her parents in September. Her blonde hair was no longer girlish and curly, but straight and silky; she had also grown in height about a quarter of an inch. "Cissa?" A familiar voice called her name.
"Hmm?" Narcissa spun around and saw Bellatrix standing in the doorway, beaming. "Oh, hello, Bella." Narcissa smiled slightly and returned to packing.
"Narcissa, don't turn your back on me! It's rude!" Narcissa turned around with a sigh.
"What is it, Bella?" She sat down on her bed and played with a strand of hair.
"Mother wrote. We're spending the holidays with auntie Celesta and uncle Marcus." Narcissa groaned.
"We're spending the holidays with Sirius? Wonderful, this means he'll be playing pranks on me the entire time we're there." Bellatrix laughed.
"Don't worry, Regulus won't let him play any jokes. You're his favorite cousin after all." Regulus was Sirius's younger brother and Narcissa's favorite cousin.
"Bella, Regulus is only ten! Sirius is twelve! And a huge, prank-playing git!" Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"Narcissa, don't complain. Auntie and Mother are picking us up at King's Cross tomorrow. Father and Uncle Marcus will meet us at Grimmauld Place after they get out of work." Bellatrix swept from the room, leaving a disgruntled Narcissa behind.
After a quick breakfast, Narcissa, Leslie, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter all boarded the Hogwarts Express together. The train was completely packed and because of this, the group was forced to take a compartment together. Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter spent the time wandering the hallway, to Narcissa's relief. Andromeda had fallen asleep, her chin drooping to her chest, breathing lightly. Bellatrix was reading a book Rodolphus had give her called "Advanced Charms For Young Witches and Wizards". Narcissa and Leslie chattered happily the whole way.
When the train pulled into Platform Nine and Three-Fourths, the girls exited the train, dragging their trunks with them. They casually walked through the barrier into the Muggle world, still talking. "Narcissa! Don't slouch! Walk tall, you're a Black!" Was the first thing that greeted Narcissa.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Mother," muttered Narcissa bitterly. She was tired of being told how to walk, talk, and act.
"All right, Cissa?" Ten year old Regulus beamed at his older cousin.
"Hullo, Reg," she smiled back at him, happy someone had greeted her kindly.
The Blacks said good-bye to James, Sirius, and Peter, then headed to Grimmauld Place, in the heart of London. Narcissa and Bellatrix shared a room while Andromeda got her own. Sirius's room was next door and Narcissa could hear bangs and booms coming from it.
"Sirius, what ARE you doing?" Narcissa stormed into Sirius's room, hands planted on her hips. Sirius scowled.
"Get OUT, Narcissa! You're such a prat!" He fluttered his eyelashes and mimicked her. "'What ARE you doing, Sirius?'" He spoke in a high, girlie voice.
"You're a git, Sirius!" Narcissa stormed from the room, knocking over something small and alive.
"Who knocked Kreacher over? That rotten brat Sirius, who displeases my mistress?" muttered a voice from the floor.
Narcissa frowned. "Sorry, Kreacher," she muttered, helping the house-elf up. The elf, when he caught sight of Narcissa, beamed.
"Miss Narcissa," he bowed, his pointed ears touching the floor. "Mistress wonders if you will join her for tea?" Narcissa smiled politely.
"Yes, thank you for telling me, Kreacher." She swept past the elf and down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Narcissa's aunt and mother were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea. "Ah, Narcissa, there you are," Celesta Black greeted her niece.
"Hello, Auntie Celesta, Mother," she smiled at them.
"Take a seat, Narcissa." Celesta gestured toward an empty chair. Regina watched her daughter over the rim of her tea cup as Celesta poured her tea.
"Now Narcissa, your mother and I have had this talk with Bellatrix and Andromeda already, though I do not think Andromeda listened," Celesta frowned but went on. "Because you're a Black, you carry a duty to your family,"
Narcissa sighed inwardly. She didn't want to be lectured about being a lady.
"The duty is to marry a respectable pureblood and have an heir, of course," Narcissa choked on her tea.
"Pardon?" She wiped her mouth on a cloth napkin.
"Narcissa, all the Black women have gotten married right after Hogwarts, had children, and spent the rest of their lives being a classy, respectable member of society. And given birth to an heir, of course. I married your father when I was nineteen, then had you and your sisters. Your aunt married at twenty and had your cousins."
Narcissa was still confused. "What are you trying to say, Mother?"
Regina sighed. "Narcissa, we need to find you a suitable husband. Soon. By your sixteenth birthday, you must have found a pureblood man or one will be chosen for you."
Narcissa's tea cup fell to the floor, smashing into hundreds of little pieces.
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Part Three: The Noble Family Black
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.
Thank you for the reviews! I'm glad you like the story. :)
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Narcissa and Leslie never did speak to Miranda and Abby again, which infuriated Andromeda and pleased Bellatrix. School was going well for Narcissa, who was extremely bright. One cool Friday evening in October, Narcissa was relaxing on her bed reading "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One" when Camille, Leslie, Frances, and Andrea came bursting into the dormitory.
"Narcissa! There you are! We've been looking for you!" Frances, a tall, slim brunette, sat down at the edge of Narcissa's bed. "You won't believe what we saw!" The other three girls burst into giggles.
Getting a feeling she wouldn't be able to read in peace until she asked what they saw, Naricssa snapped her book shut. "Okay, what did you see?"
The girls burst into giggles again. "Lucius Malfoy snogging your sister!" cried Camille. Narcissa's blood began to boil.
"Which sister?" snapped Narcissa, glaring at her friends. The girls all looked stunned.
"Bellatrix, of course! He wouldn't snog Andromeda. Aren't you happy for Bella?" Leslie looked surprised. "After all, a Black and a Malfoy, it would be perfect, even though I would like Lucius for myself." The other girls nodded dreamily.
Narcissa's face was turning scarlet. "Well, it's NOT good! He's with the WRONG Black!" Andrea was the first to catch on.
"The wrong Black, eh? You fancy him, don't you, Cissa?" Andrea grinned slyly. Narcissa scowled angrily at Andrea.
"Oh...oh...shut your mouth!" Narcissa flounced to the dormitory door, pulled it open, and shut it behind her with a snap, leaving her giggling friends behind her.
Narcissa hurried down the stairs and collided with something solid. It was Lucius. "Watch where you're going," he snapped, looking at her icily. Narcissa stood her ground and looked him in the eye.
"Why don't you like me? You seem to like Bellatrix enough," Narcissa sneered at him. "But you can't even have a civil tongue in your mouth when you're talking to me! Why?"
"Why?" Lucius was sneering at her now. "Because you're a silly little girl who thinks she is Queen of the world. Maybe I'd be polite to you if you deflated that gigantic head of yours and stopped marching around with your little friends like you owned the place! The older and wiser you get, the more power you hold in this school, Narcissa Black. And you have quite a few years before you're old enough and God only knows if you'll be wise enough!" Lucius stormed off up the staircase to the boys' dormitory, leaving a stunned Narcissa behind.
Winter fell on Hogwarts, blanketing the grounds with snow. Narcissa hadn't spoken to Lucius Malfoy since that October evening in the Slytherin common room, but often pondered his words. She had stopped trying to be loud and popular with everyone, and spent quiet hours studying and talking with her friends.
The night before she was to leave Hogwarts to spend Christmas at home, Narcissa was found packing in her dormitory. She had changed a bit since the last time she had seen her parents in September. Her blonde hair was no longer girlish and curly, but straight and silky; she had also grown in height about a quarter of an inch. "Cissa?" A familiar voice called her name.
"Hmm?" Narcissa spun around and saw Bellatrix standing in the doorway, beaming. "Oh, hello, Bella." Narcissa smiled slightly and returned to packing.
"Narcissa, don't turn your back on me! It's rude!" Narcissa turned around with a sigh.
"What is it, Bella?" She sat down on her bed and played with a strand of hair.
"Mother wrote. We're spending the holidays with auntie Celesta and uncle Marcus." Narcissa groaned.
"We're spending the holidays with Sirius? Wonderful, this means he'll be playing pranks on me the entire time we're there." Bellatrix laughed.
"Don't worry, Regulus won't let him play any jokes. You're his favorite cousin after all." Regulus was Sirius's younger brother and Narcissa's favorite cousin.
"Bella, Regulus is only ten! Sirius is twelve! And a huge, prank-playing git!" Bellatrix rolled her eyes.
"Narcissa, don't complain. Auntie and Mother are picking us up at King's Cross tomorrow. Father and Uncle Marcus will meet us at Grimmauld Place after they get out of work." Bellatrix swept from the room, leaving a disgruntled Narcissa behind.
After a quick breakfast, Narcissa, Leslie, Bellatrix, Andromeda, Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter all boarded the Hogwarts Express together. The train was completely packed and because of this, the group was forced to take a compartment together. Sirius, Remus, James, and Peter spent the time wandering the hallway, to Narcissa's relief. Andromeda had fallen asleep, her chin drooping to her chest, breathing lightly. Bellatrix was reading a book Rodolphus had give her called "Advanced Charms For Young Witches and Wizards". Narcissa and Leslie chattered happily the whole way.
When the train pulled into Platform Nine and Three-Fourths, the girls exited the train, dragging their trunks with them. They casually walked through the barrier into the Muggle world, still talking. "Narcissa! Don't slouch! Walk tall, you're a Black!" Was the first thing that greeted Narcissa.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Mother," muttered Narcissa bitterly. She was tired of being told how to walk, talk, and act.
"All right, Cissa?" Ten year old Regulus beamed at his older cousin.
"Hullo, Reg," she smiled back at him, happy someone had greeted her kindly.
The Blacks said good-bye to James, Sirius, and Peter, then headed to Grimmauld Place, in the heart of London. Narcissa and Bellatrix shared a room while Andromeda got her own. Sirius's room was next door and Narcissa could hear bangs and booms coming from it.
"Sirius, what ARE you doing?" Narcissa stormed into Sirius's room, hands planted on her hips. Sirius scowled.
"Get OUT, Narcissa! You're such a prat!" He fluttered his eyelashes and mimicked her. "'What ARE you doing, Sirius?'" He spoke in a high, girlie voice.
"You're a git, Sirius!" Narcissa stormed from the room, knocking over something small and alive.
"Who knocked Kreacher over? That rotten brat Sirius, who displeases my mistress?" muttered a voice from the floor.
Narcissa frowned. "Sorry, Kreacher," she muttered, helping the house-elf up. The elf, when he caught sight of Narcissa, beamed.
"Miss Narcissa," he bowed, his pointed ears touching the floor. "Mistress wonders if you will join her for tea?" Narcissa smiled politely.
"Yes, thank you for telling me, Kreacher." She swept past the elf and down the stairs, into the kitchen.
Narcissa's aunt and mother were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea. "Ah, Narcissa, there you are," Celesta Black greeted her niece.
"Hello, Auntie Celesta, Mother," she smiled at them.
"Take a seat, Narcissa." Celesta gestured toward an empty chair. Regina watched her daughter over the rim of her tea cup as Celesta poured her tea.
"Now Narcissa, your mother and I have had this talk with Bellatrix and Andromeda already, though I do not think Andromeda listened," Celesta frowned but went on. "Because you're a Black, you carry a duty to your family,"
Narcissa sighed inwardly. She didn't want to be lectured about being a lady.
"The duty is to marry a respectable pureblood and have an heir, of course," Narcissa choked on her tea.
"Pardon?" She wiped her mouth on a cloth napkin.
"Narcissa, all the Black women have gotten married right after Hogwarts, had children, and spent the rest of their lives being a classy, respectable member of society. And given birth to an heir, of course. I married your father when I was nineteen, then had you and your sisters. Your aunt married at twenty and had your cousins."
Narcissa was still confused. "What are you trying to say, Mother?"
Regina sighed. "Narcissa, we need to find you a suitable husband. Soon. By your sixteenth birthday, you must have found a pureblood man or one will be chosen for you."
Narcissa's tea cup fell to the floor, smashing into hundreds of little pieces.
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