Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; they belong to JK Rowling, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

An interesting beginning, indeed. Three seconds after Lucius had this thought, Vivica Daniels, Slytherin Sex Goddess walked over to talk. Or not talk, which was what she was best at. "Lucius how are you today? Quite," she gave a slight laugh, "Perky I should say. Narcissa and Bella, you should come shopping with me."

Damn all men to hell, Narcissa thought, if she can get a reaction (or erection like that) imagine what I could do with a few words of come hither. Fire and ice.

Before Severus could stop himself, he invited Vivica back for drinks,

"Vivica, you should stay for drinks, and some conversation." She nodded, and flashed Severus a flirtatious smile. "Looks like everyone needs a refill, how about me and Vivica, uh, go get them?" No one really cared that they left. Or that they weren't coming back.

"So, Lucius," Narcissa said, moving in closer, "What do you think of going back to the Common Room, or perhaps the dormitory?" She stroked the inside of his thigh, sending shivers up and down his body.

"Or we could wait awhile."

(Author's note: Real quick: I thought I might make Narcissa more aggressive and Lucius a little passive)

"Or you could tell me what you really want to do. Lucius, as innocent as I appear, this is not unusual for me. We could have a relationship or just sex. I prefer just sex, but it's your call." "Just sex," Before he crushed his lips against hers. "Let's go. Now." And the pair left before anyone would miss them.

Severus and Vivica did finally return, sans the drinks. "How was that firewhiskey?!" Lucius shouted out of the door. ("Firewhiskey" is Slytherin Slang for sex, btw)

At the Dormitory

Everyone was still at the village for some idiotic reason, but Lucius and Narcissa were up to more, pleasurable, activities. Some activities, such as, getting to third base on Lucius' bed.

"Think about what this could mean..." Lucius was a bit pre-occupied with kissing her neck, and removing her shirt.

"What? What could this mean for me, Narcissa?"

She smiled a devilish smile. "Every weekend."

"I like your thinking."

Lucius never thought he would tire of sex. That was, until, he got it on a regular basis. One usual Friday night, after drinks at Hog's Head, and little bit of coed activities, Lucius wanted to talk Narcissa about something. He decided he should say something before they went their separate ways before dinner

"Narcissa?"

"Hmm? What Lucius?" She was pulling her skirt back on. I can't believe that I'm going to say this.

"Narcissa, do you want something more?" "What do you mean something more? I have what I want. A good education, a dashing boyfriend, and sex on a regular basis. What more could I want?"

He could see the hope in her eyes. "Pull out that box in the drawer." She looked at the box. She opened it, and the diamonds and emeralds glittered at.

"That's yours. You could want a life with me. Before you say anything, if you want out, I'll let you go. Just think about it. You have until graduation. Come let's go to dinner."

Narcissa's thoughts

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Lucius wants to build a life with me? What the hell does that mean?

He wants to get married: this young? Well Lucius is not that young, but, well, I am. What will my sisters think? Bella thinks he's okay, and Andromeda thinks less. I think she might like a muggle.

Perish the thought, but I think she dating one.

Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God, wanted to give up his bachelor ways for her. Come, Cissa be realistic, he's not going to give up being a bachelor for anyone, but still there is benefits for this. Their bloodlines are pure. The Malfoy Family is loaded. But the lies surrounding it are astounding, and what better way to find out than to be there first hand. Blood, lies, and family: what more could she ask for?