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"Narcissa are you asleep already?" asked one of Narcissa's dorm mates, Emma Rosier. Taking Narcissa's silence as a yes, she turned to the girl beside her. "She always in bed and fast asleep before we even get to the dorm room at night." Both girls were secretly thinking, although they would never say, that maybe there was such thing as getting your beauty sleep. Narcissa was easily the most beautiful girl in her year, and one of the most beautiful in the school, topped only by her sister Bellatrix. It was only a short while till Narcissa would mature fully and be able to rival her sister's beauty. They were convinced if it was beauty sleep that was doing the trick, Narcissa need not bother anymore.
They were wrong on both assumptions. Narcissa was not asleep, and her so called "beauty sleep" was not what caused her skin to shine, her hair to fall in long graceful curls around her face, or her eyes to leave boys staring. All of that she was born with. As a matter of fact she probably got the least amount of sleep of any of the girls in her year. Little did they know she snuck out of the dorm every night to find peace and solidarity in the common room.
There was one problem, she did not always find peace and solidarity in the common room. One certain 6th year found it necessary to steal to the common room late at night as well. Of course they would sit on opposite sides of the room, one reading, another writing, or one sitting, another laying. And while he did not speak to her, and she did not speak to him, his presence was pressing every nerve in her body. Why could he not leave her be? Could he not realize she came down late at night for a reason? Whatever the case, Narcissa had to admit that that one person was better then being surrounded by all the girls and boys from her year and the year above. She really liked her friends, and it was only sometimes that she had to feign interest in all her friend's trivial thoughts. What robes should they wear to the next Hogsmeade trip? Does their hair look better half up or completely down?
It was things like that which caused Narcissa to steal to the common room each and every night. She used to go to her sister Bellatrix's dorm and speak with her at night. Bellatrix enjoyed Narcissa's company, but Narcissa stopped going when Rodolphus began appearing each night as well. Bellatrix was willing to kick him out but Narcissa insisted against it.
Since Narcissa could now hear four different girls breathing heavily, she knew she was safe to make her nightly trip to the Slytherin common room. She pushed the heavy stone door outward and made her way into the corridor. She walked up the narrow staircase lined with flaming torches. She approached the heavy door engraved with a serpent and pushed it open.
Damnit, thought Lucius, why is she here again? Well why wouldn't she be, he thought to himself. She has been here every other night.
He watched the pretty girl eye him disdainfully before turning towards a green plush sofa in the corner farthest away from him. Before he knew it he was staring at her. Her eyes had put him in a trance. They had been so big and blue he had lost himself in them. Never before had they looked at one enough, actually they had stolen glances yet never made eye contact.
Come on Lucius, he thought. You're a Malfoy, don't let a fourth year distract you. She's not distracting you, but whatever it is she's doing don't let her do it. So now I'm talking to myself, he thought, great.
He was now to busy thinking about the girl to be studying Transfiguration. He usually just liked to come down at night to get away from the usual bustle in the common room and the dorm. He got tired of girls constantly flirting with him and guys talking pompously about the new broomstick they were getting, or people attempting to be accepted by the notable Lucius Malfoy. Of course, he took part in flirting back and talking about his new broomstick as well, but he grew ever so tired with it. Night was the only guaranteed time to be alone, or so he thought. It seemed that Miss Black had the same idea he did.
Now that he thought about her he wondered how he hadn't ever found himself flirting with her. She was a beautiful girl, with an extremely impressive surname. Of course not a Malfoy, but who was, right? Oh yeah, him. He decided that he had skipped over this young girl because he always thought of her as Bellatrix's younger sister. Bellatrix and him had been best friends since 2nd year. They had been friends since they were young, but by second year they had realized they were each other's counterpart. He was calm and icy and she was wild and fiery. They had never been romantically involved; the thought had never occurred between either of them either, it just was not a possibility.
He kept wondering why a girl he usually sees laughing and smiling and flirting would find it pleasant to stay up late in the dark quiet of the slytherin common room. The thought did not occur to him that she might enjoy the dark and quiet as did he.
His interest overcame him and before he could stop himself he said, "Miss Black, why do you come up here so late every night?"
She turned her gaze on him, taking in his aristocratic features and cold gaze. She found it oddly attractive, but was a little annoyed he had disturbed their understood peace. When their eyes met she felt the need to confide in him and tell him how tired she was of the artificial world she found herself in. Part of her found herself hoping he felt the same, seeing as he did the exact same thing as she did each night. "I find it more peaceful and easy to concentrate at this time of night," she said to him never breaking their eye contact. "And why do you, Mr. Malfoy, find the need to come up here so late every night?"
He had not expected that, and was disgruntled when he realized his mistake. Of course she would respond that way, wouldn't he?
"I'd have to agree, it is much more peaceful at this time of night then during the day." He wanted to tell her more, to tell her everything he disliked about the flirtatious girls and arrogant guys who always surrounded him. Of course he was arrogant, he knew that. But it seemed people had taken things to extremes these days and night time offered what he desired: a time to be without having to think over his every action knowing it would be judged. "It gets a little tiresome sometimes, during the day," he continued.
Narcissa wanted to know more. Although he had said so little she felt she understood deeper. She knew exactly what he meant. "I know exactly what you mean," she said without realizing she had translated her thoughts to words. She sighed. Giving into her pressing need to explain her feelings she started telling Lucius exactly what she meant. "The ever giggling girls and ever staring guys. Talk of money from those who have none, and the ever constant comparison of material objects. Not gonna lie, I've taken part in a few of these occasions, but I don't enjoy them. I guess I come hear to escape really." Her eyes widened a bit when she realized what she had just said out loud. She had just said that to her sister's best friend; a Slytherin 6th year prefect; a Malfoy, otherwise known as the most elite of the pureblood society.
Lucius Malfoy was almost speechless, meaning if he had not been brought up to have a cool and emotionless response to every statement he would have been speechless. But being a Malfoy he had a retort prepared. But as unmalfoyish as it seemed even to him, he did not retort. He got up and walked across the common room and went over to where she was sitting. He positioned himself on the couch opposite her. He now had a retort ready, but it lacked all coolness. "You really do understand exactly what I mean." He told her exactly what he felt as well, which was basically the same as what she had just said, but she listened intently anyhow.
They continued talking for two more hours. It got a little uncomfortable whenever the conversation would steer itself towards Bellatrix. Narcissa hated the thought that she was the "little" sister. And Lucius felt uncomfortable thinking he had never spoken to his best friend's sister with more then polite distant words. He had never spoken to someone like he spoke to Narcissa. He felt he could tell her anything. Of course this is somewhat how he felt with Bellatrix, but there was also the strange desire to be sitting right next to her, maybe holding her soft and delicate, manicured hands. He was successful at blocking his mind from going any further then dwelling on thoughts of hand holding. Although the desire to go further bothered him quite a bit.
The feeling was definitely reciprocated. She could not believe she was having this conversation with him. She had never spoken to a guy so openly before. It seemed they all only wanted her for certain things. The only time she had ever talked to someone like this before was to Bellatrix, although it was not quite the same. This was better, she did not want to stop talking, she did not want anything to change from how it was just then. Except maybe she would have Lucius sitting beside her as opposed to across from her.
Like he would ever want to sit beside me, she thought. I am a little fourth year and he is probably only talking to me because I am "Bella's little sister." Her heart sank at that thought. She had been so happy talking with him it had not occurred to her why he was talking back. She would not be made a fool of, she would depart with dignity. "Well, I must be off Mr. Malfoy, goodnight," she said coolly.
He looked up a little confused. She sounded frustrated when she had just spoken. It was the complete opposite the lightness in her voice from before. He stood up after she did and took her hand in his. He wanted to kiss her. She looked so beautiful so lovable. He wanted to buy her gifts and spoil her. Most of all he wanted to kiss her pink lips till he morning when he had to go to class. No wait, who cares about class, I can skip class, he thought. Mother can write me a note, they won't dare disagree with a Malfoy. Excused continued to flood his brain.
His mind had been racing, but not fast enough, an awkward moment had passed as they stood there hand in hand. "Goodnight," he said before placing the lightest of kisses upon her lips.
A shiver ran up Narcissa's spine. She had not been prepared for that kiss. It had been over too quickly she thought. Then her thoughts turned back to the way most guys treated her. They flirted, with hopes of getting something in return. That must be what Lucius was doing. She could not believe she let herself get into this situation. She turned and walked towards the staircase down to her dormitory.
Lucius on the other hand looked after her with a confused look on his face. Had he done something absolutely stupid. Did he disgust her. Beyond his control his thoughts reminded him he was a Malfoy. But he countered, reminding himself she was a Black, so it was quite possible he could disgust her. But he couldn't help remember the look of desire on her face right after he kissed her. But so quickly it had changed to a look of, could it have been anger, that he was not sure what he had seen. He had never enjoyed a girls presence so much, besides Bellatrix. The difference between Narcissa and Bellatrix was that, he had never felt these sensations in his stomach when he was around Bellatrix before. In fact, he had never felt these sensations in his stomach when he was with any girl. He, Lucius Malfoy, was known for reeling girl after girl in, without possessing true feelings for her, and yet hiding this from them completely. He was experiencing something he never felt before. He wanted to make this girl like him and not for the usual reasons. He wanted this girl to respect him, he wanted to be able to kiss her anytime he wanted.
Tomorrow was another day, and that day held another night. A night he hoped he would once again share with Narcissa, unless she was disgusted with him, he thought. He made his way down to his dormitory, all the way on the other side of the room, as far away as possible from Narcissa's dormitory he found himself thinking. He stroked the serpent on the door to his dorm and it opened up. He crept to his bed and once in his boxers he got in and fell asleep thinking, although he tried not to, about Narcissa.
Meanwhile in her own dorm, Narcissa found herself having a mental debate. She had never experienced a kiss so innocent in her life. She felt like he really meant to kiss her because he cared about her. He had not tried do anything else, so why was she convinced he had tried to use her like so many boys had. She almost hated being so beautiful. Strange thing to think, but sometimes it really was not all that pleasant to have boys look you up and down all the time, knowing what they were thinking, knowing they were mentally undressing you.
Narcissa tried to go to sleep but couldn't help reliving in her mind, the moment he had kissed her. His long blonde hair had swept across her cheek and she had wanted to put her hands in it. It looked so silky, so perfect, just like him.
Why am I thinking this, she thought, stop it, he is using you. She once again tried to push her thoughts from her mind but was distracted when she smelled a faint smell of Lucius on her hand where he had held it. Marcus Surenta - Ice cologne, mmm, she thought. Trying to pry her mind from the night's happenings, and failing extravagantly, she finally drifted to sleep due to absolute exhaustion.
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