A/N: A special thankyou to my BETA, MariaMG. claps For not only correcting my grammar, but also for letting me use some awesome Ideas! On with the show.
Lucius: Excuse me?
Writer: Uhmmm...? What?
Lucius: We still have yet to solve this problem!
Writer: aaand, that is?
Lucius: sighs impatiently I do not like cognac! In fact, I despise it! Just as much as I despise you!points
Writer: My Readers are waiting! I do not have time for this! So...just...just, SHUSH!triumphant grin
Lucius: shush?
Ch.2
Black Bird
Narcissa awoke to the dreary weather and empty space beside her; the imprint of her husband's body still fresh and warm on the silken sheets. Today was like any other day, Draco was at school, Lucius at work, and Narcissa left behind to amuse herself.
" Lots of 'amusing' you've been up to lately, havent we? You dirty little gi-'
"No...shut up.." she breathed, cutting off her conscience as she swung her legs onto the warm floors, curling her toes. Doing her best on clearing her mind and soul, with a swift shake of her head, she set to work on cleaning her body; to perfection. Today was the date of yet another Society Luncheon, hosted by the nitpicky Madame Parkinson. 'The Society' consisted of the social elite's pureblood wives who attended and contributed to charitable banquets and functions. Narcissa smiled coldly at this, while she applied her lip gloss carefully. It was ever so obvious that most of them were there for a delightful dish of gossip with their hideous robes, drawn in eyebrows and intoxicating rouge.
"Old bags." she grumbled, heading out the door dressed in her newest midnight blue gown, imported from the heart of Japan. Overall appearance impeccable as always; Lucius would expect nothing less. Though Narcissa Malfoy noticed the missing bud off her rose bush whence she passed it, she did not notice the pair of eyes watching her departure.
Those eyes were a stormy blue.
"Ah! Madame Malfoy! Lovely...lovely!" boasted the portly Mme. Crabbe. "By the way dear," she said in purposeful undertones, beckoning the younger woman closer. Obviously she had some sort of 'secret' to bestow.
"They say that the cloak hanger is a thief! I do hope you've warded your cloak!"
Narcissa nodded in understanding.
"Oh! Of course, Madame Crabbe, pleasure as always to see you! My, you are looking well. How is the family?" she replied loftily.
"Poor woman! The I.Q. of a stick! Why, if I were her, I would cast the killing curse on myself as soon as could! Circe knows that she would still mess up the process, though..." she thought rather smugly.
"Oh! Well," Crabbe started, her eyes widening in excitement. Narcissa could have sworn that she saw the shorter woman take a rather large intake of air. Realizing it was going to be a long one, mostly about her son 'getting along' with hers, she resisted the temptation to roll her eyes and snort. The monologue was listened to by deaf ears whilst Mme. Malfoy carried on with the routine nods and smiles to wandering guests and fellow elite wives. She startled herself when one word, one name came to her thoughts.
Lucius…
She had not been afraid of him touching her the other night. More of his gentilness. She had shrinked away out of guilt, not out of fear. Or was it both? Though they were distant, Narcissa knew that Lucius was the man of her house. The Patriarch of the family. The stony eyed wolf of the pack.
Mr. Malfoy Sr. stretched in the leather, high back chair in his study. He'd been rudely awakened by his bedroom fireplace lighting up in green flames along with a roaring noise.
Lucius shot up, blinking in confusion as the covers slipped to his hips.
"What the fu-"
"Message for Mister. Lucius Ornan Malfoy! Courtesy of the Department of Wizardry Education," came a crisp nasal female voice.
Looking to his wife whom, he added with a sneer, was still in deep slumber, he slipped out of bed. Hastily pulling on his night robe, he lazily walked over to the fireplace, but not before slipping the covers back over Narcissa's bare, pristine shoulder.
"Yes? Where is it?" he snapped to the head of a freckled blonde, who appeared to be reading off a paper, her drooping brown eyes immensely magnified by her glasses.
"You are to appear at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the viewing of The Tri-Wizard Tournament challenge number one. As a school governor, it is your duty to - "
"Would you kindly hand it over you si-"
"-and observe the interaction between fellow students from defending schools. The date shall be November 13th of this year. In preparation for viewing, all governors shall not be needed in the board room until called upon. Sincerely, G.A. Modias." With that, the irksome, droning secretary was gone.
Lucius grumbled as he stomped into the bathroom to prepare himself for the day. Why didn't they just owl him? Honestly...the stupidity of people. On top of it, the bastards not only woke him up, but banned him from work! Absolutely Ludicrous!
Now, he sat in his office, having just placed a few memories in his Pensieve. The most important being the meeting… from last night. He had been so afraid when he returned home, afraid of what he would do to her. And then, as he walked up the stairs, Lucius realized that he had driven her to this. He was the reason that Narcissa had turned away from him and seeked out something that she could control, that was only hers, and would bend to fulfil her desires and needs in a proper fashion.
A lover.
But why him? Why that foul, lower being?
Because he has always wanted to BE you, live like you… and doing so, having her.
And if he was not meeting her needs? Why did she not tell him? Why!
Because you have made her afraid, you miserable old coot.
Lucius rested his head in his hands, drawing them up and slimly cupping his nose and upper lip, blowing air out of his lungs and hotly moistening his palms. He had been afraid, of his lovemaking the other night. How he strived to be gentle. He had almost quit, turned over and went to sleep, thinking that she was never going to respond to him...until he felt her withering in anticipation and heard her moan. Right in his ear, sending pleasurable shivers all over his muscular body. How long had it been that he had heard that from her? It was miraculous.
"Fancy that...Lucius Malfoy getting all tingly because his wife moans for him." he muttered bitterly, swallowing down his last sip of cognac in the dimly lit but cosy room. Though he had to admit, he had never felt anything quite like what he felt last night.
"I heard 'twas the butler who slipped into Madame Rosier's pleasurable bits!" divulged Eilan Coras, the rest of the ladies shrieking in high pitch laughter, quickly shushing for more of the story. Narcissa smirked slightly, sipping her champagne sitting opposite ankles crossed.
"Ooooh! No! No! 'Twas definitely the stable keeper!" Mme. Goyle cooed.
Narcissa leaned in, the rest of the ladies followed, noticing the practiced gossip-telling-look in her eyes. Rosy lips parting, she raised an eyebrow.
"I know for a definite fact, my dear friends, that 'twas the gardener!" she offered silkily, laughing softly with them. Her insides tingled perversely. She was glad, to say the least, that it was Jada Rosier's affair that was released to prying ears, not hers. Never hers! It had ended, it was finished.
"Its gone..." she whispered.
"Hmmm, Dear?" quipped Uthora Zanbini.
Narcissa blinked, setting her wine glass down.
"Merely referring to the sun dear Uthora." she covered up quickly, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "Well ladies, it has been a pleasure, but I fear that now the sun is gone, I am expected at home and my time with you must end."
"Oh dea-"
"Can't your husband wa-"
"So soon?"
"Yes, ladies. Thank you ever so much Mme. Parkinson, for having me once again in your lovely home." Narcissa said, fastening her cloak around her shoulders.
"Good Day!" Mme.Parkinson said to her guests as not only Narcissa walked out the door and off the grounds, dissaparating with a small 'pop'.
"How was the banquet darling." was the first thing Narcissa heard as she walked into the dinning room, the sweet aroma of warm roast beef, potatoes and gravy filling her nostrils. She sighed contently.
"Fine, Dear." she sat down at the other end of the table, charmed smaller for just the two of them, dishes and trays.
"Fine waste of my time I mean..."
"The mail arrived late today...a letter from our son." he handed her a cream, opened envelope, scooping potatoes onto his plate with the other hand.
"Hmmm." she took the letter gently, slipping the cover up with the tip of her finger and withdrew the letter, unfolding it. He informed her with excitement of the Tri-Wizard tournament. Even though the school had two shots at a win, one had to be 'Saint Potter, the boy-who-wouldn't-die.'
Narcissa shook her head. Her child's antics amused her at times...
"Something wrong?" Lucius spoke up icily, his utensils clicking precisely against his fine china plate.
"No, dear…nothing. He seems to have adjusted well again this year."
"He would have done better at Durmstrang..." Lucius was quick to catch her blow.
"Hmmm."
The rest of the meal continued in silence, and Narcissa wondered: Why did she not tell Lucius why she really wished Draco to attend Hogwarts, the mudblood harboring school?
Little did she know, Lucius was wondering the exact same thing.
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