Title: The Makings of a Death Eater
Summary: The conversation which made Lucius Malfoy turn to the dark side of the force.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.
Author's Notes: I have no idea why I was inspired to write this, but it's dedicated to my dear godsister Leaf who was sitting next to me at the time and told me she couldn't read my writing for the life of her.
Her movements were graceful and practiced, one pale hand lifting the perfume while the other brushed long, cornsilk hair.
Lucius watched from the bed, still flushed from their lovemaking. "You're going to him again, aren't you." He said bitterly.
Narcissa didn't even look up, hands artfully arranging heavy curls. "Of course," she said at length, "I always do."
"But why?"
Narcissa did turn around at that. "Because he sates me." There was no venom in her words, just pure truth. "You don't." She got up, smoothing her grey silk dress, and crossed to the bed, kissing Lucius's pouting mouth. "Don't sulk, darling." She chided. "You knew about Severus when you married me."
"I didn't know you'd continue seeing him." Lucius snapped, anger flaring in his silver eyes.
Narcissa chuckled. "Dearest, Severus is a man of heat, of passion. He's not the type a lady marries. You are. Cool, collected, not the slightest bit dangerous, rich, handsome, good bloodlines. You worship me, treat me like glass. Severus treats me like a woman."
"Like a whore." Lucius spat.
Narcissa shrugged one shoulder elegantly. "Perhaps. Don't wait up, darling." She apparated away.
It was at that moment Lucius Archibald Malfoy decided to show Narcissa Black-Malfoy exactly how dangerous he could be.
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