Chapter 2
'Ick,' was Lucius' first coherent thought upon waking the next morning. It was quickly
followed, however by, 'oh shit',
'Shit, shit shit.'
Lucius shot strait up in bed and immediately regretted it. Groaning, he dragged
himself to the bathroom and mechanically downed a hangover potion. It didn't help all
that much. Damn, he'd been taking to may of them lately.
'Shit,' he thought as he stared at his haggard face in the mirror. Memories of the night
before filtered unevenly into his consciousness. Laughing hysterically on the floor?
Unbelievable! What had the untouchable Mr. Malfoy reduced himself to?
He scoffed at his grisly reflection.
And then . Narcissa. 'Shit.' She was the cause for his disgustingly plebian
language this morning. Lucius groaned and banged his head on the ornate sink. He was
so toast. 'Why did I marry that idiot anyways?"
The thought startled him. For power of course! Narcissa came from the wealthy
pureblood family of Black. She was useful only in promoting his status and giving him
the expected, beautiful Malfoy heir. To bad she was such a gossip. Several times in the
past, Lucius had received the fleeting impression that perhaps his wife wasn't as stupid as
she acted and it worried him. Outwardly she was girly and shallow, marrying for the
same reasons he had, wealth and position. But there was something calculating behind
her eyes. Something about the way she placed her unyielding devotion to the dark Lord
above all else; about the way she completely ignored there son after his birth. It
reminded him of her sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, and that was, quite frankly, extremely
disquieting.
And now she had walked in on him, in a moment of extreme weakness.
'Shit'
Lucius knew the information would find its way back to the Dark Lord. Damn
Narcissa. And Damn him for not being more discrete, more careful.
Jumping, Lucius realized he'd been resting his head on the sink for 10 minutes.
Crap! He had to get to work; he was late as it was. He stumbled out of the bathroom to
find Narcissa standing in his doorway (yes his doorway. They hadn't shared a bedroom
for, well, ever) casually filing her nails. Great now she's on patrol, Lucius thought to
himself, walking over into his enormous closet as quickly as possible without running.
Narcissa watched, dispassionately, as he spent much longer than usual restoring his usual
pristine Malfoy appearance. It was getting more and more difficult these days.
"Wouldn't you like breakfast this morning, my husband?"
Lucius sent her a glare and she quickly amended her wording
"Pardon me, My Lord"
'Is she smirking at me?'
"I haven't the time this morning Narcissa," he said as he gathered himself to apparate.
It was the truth; he really hadn't the time. No need to mention the fact that he
didn't think he could have eaten anyways. Just the thought of food made his stomach
turn.
Fighting the urge to vomit, Lucius stepped out of the Ministry's designated
apparition point. If the guard noticed he had appeared nearly two feet outside the area
marker, he didn't say anything.
'Well of course not! I'm a Malfoy after all!"
Still botching an apparition. Something must be really getting to him. He just
didn't know what it was.
'Ick,' was Lucius' first coherent thought upon waking the next morning. It was quickly
followed, however by, 'oh shit',
'Shit, shit shit.'
Lucius shot strait up in bed and immediately regretted it. Groaning, he dragged
himself to the bathroom and mechanically downed a hangover potion. It didn't help all
that much. Damn, he'd been taking to may of them lately.
'Shit,' he thought as he stared at his haggard face in the mirror. Memories of the night
before filtered unevenly into his consciousness. Laughing hysterically on the floor?
Unbelievable! What had the untouchable Mr. Malfoy reduced himself to?
He scoffed at his grisly reflection.
And then . Narcissa. 'Shit.' She was the cause for his disgustingly plebian
language this morning. Lucius groaned and banged his head on the ornate sink. He was
so toast. 'Why did I marry that idiot anyways?"
The thought startled him. For power of course! Narcissa came from the wealthy
pureblood family of Black. She was useful only in promoting his status and giving him
the expected, beautiful Malfoy heir. To bad she was such a gossip. Several times in the
past, Lucius had received the fleeting impression that perhaps his wife wasn't as stupid as
she acted and it worried him. Outwardly she was girly and shallow, marrying for the
same reasons he had, wealth and position. But there was something calculating behind
her eyes. Something about the way she placed her unyielding devotion to the dark Lord
above all else; about the way she completely ignored there son after his birth. It
reminded him of her sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, and that was, quite frankly, extremely
disquieting.
And now she had walked in on him, in a moment of extreme weakness.
'Shit'
Lucius knew the information would find its way back to the Dark Lord. Damn
Narcissa. And Damn him for not being more discrete, more careful.
Jumping, Lucius realized he'd been resting his head on the sink for 10 minutes.
Crap! He had to get to work; he was late as it was. He stumbled out of the bathroom to
find Narcissa standing in his doorway (yes his doorway. They hadn't shared a bedroom
for, well, ever) casually filing her nails. Great now she's on patrol, Lucius thought to
himself, walking over into his enormous closet as quickly as possible without running.
Narcissa watched, dispassionately, as he spent much longer than usual restoring his usual
pristine Malfoy appearance. It was getting more and more difficult these days.
"Wouldn't you like breakfast this morning, my husband?"
Lucius sent her a glare and she quickly amended her wording
"Pardon me, My Lord"
'Is she smirking at me?'
"I haven't the time this morning Narcissa," he said as he gathered himself to apparate.
It was the truth; he really hadn't the time. No need to mention the fact that he
didn't think he could have eaten anyways. Just the thought of food made his stomach
turn.
Fighting the urge to vomit, Lucius stepped out of the Ministry's designated
apparition point. If the guard noticed he had appeared nearly two feet outside the area
marker, he didn't say anything.
'Well of course not! I'm a Malfoy after all!"
Still botching an apparition. Something must be really getting to him. He just
didn't know what it was.