A/N: This is by BellatrixBLestrange only now
A/N: These characters belong to JKR. I own non of them.
"Narcissa, you need to get up! You have about ten minutes to get ready before breakfast. I can't even contemplate how you could have so much trouble waking up when you go to sleep sooo early," stated Emma Rosier harshly.
Meanwhile Narcissa was recounting the events of the following evening/early morning. She was not sure what had been real and what had been a dream. She was convinced she and Lucius had in fact spoken, but was unable to determine whether or not the rest was a dream or not. Before she knew it she was dressing, completely ignoring the slightly confused looks her dorm-mates were casting her. To their dismay she did not even attempt to style her hair or put complex makeup charms on. She simply ran her hands through her hair, and with a flick of her wand she had eyeliner, mascara, and lip-gloss on. A few of the girls were staring at her with looks of jealousy on their faces. She spent less then a minute on her appearance and yet succeeded in looking better then any of them.
With a polite smile to her friends, she exited the dorm with her bag. She looked down to make sure she had actually put the right thing on. She had: a black pleated skirt; a white oxford with a green serpent that made the shape of an S where one might usually find a logo; a green and silver tie; and her favorite pair of black Mary-Jane pumps. She breathed a sigh of relief. Something had gone right so far that day. Now she began to worry, once again, about whether or not one specific incident had been a dream or not.
After Lucius straightened his tie, he put some cologne on, Marcus Surenta – Ice, grabbed his bag and went towards the common room. He had been very aloof that morning, ignoring most of the comments any of the guys threw his way. He had no trouble distinguishing what had been a dream and what had not, last night. He knew he had kissed her, and remembered the look of anger that had flickered across her face. He also vividly remembered the dream he had had, featuring Narcissa Black Mafloy.
The dream was what shook him most. He was a Malfoy for goodness sake. He didn't dream about woman being his wife. Women dreamed of being his wife. What had happened to him?
Before he realized it Bellatrix was ushering him towards the common room door. "Cissa, over here," she had shouted. Barely registering it, Lucius glimpsed Narcissa and he felt his stomach give a tiny jolt.
Oh God, why? Why now Bella, Narcissa thought frantically. Being a black she was kept an icy expression and headed towards Bella, ignoring passing boys who would look her up and down. "Good morning, Bella," she said with a genuine smile. She was very close to her sister. "Good morning, Mr. Malfoy," she said as calmly as she could.
"Good Morning, Ms. Black," he responded. Damn, he thought. She must be angry. She's referring to me as Mr. Malfoy again anyway. His thoughts were interrupted as Rodolphus Lestrange joined them, greeting them all, and then turning to Bellatrix.
"Might I have a word Bella?" he asked her.
"Roddy, you were with me all night what more could you possibly need to say?" she responded with a hint of her notable temper. "Haha, just kidding Rodolphus! Geez, pick up on my sarcasm for once." And with a sigh she pulled Rodolphus away, leaving Narcissa and Lucius to fare for themselves.
Great, thought Narcissa. Just great. Bella successfully created the most awkward moment I've ever experienced.
To Narcissa's disappointment, she detected a particular scent. The scent of Marcus Surenta – Ice cologne.
Yes, thought Narcissa for a split second. Lucius Malfoy had kissed me. Lucius Malfoy, prefect, pureblood elite, had kissed me! But her thoughts quickly recovered. She remembered that Lucius Malfoy had only been using her. Maybe he was pureblood elite, but so was she. And if you're a black, you always get your revenge. Or so Bellatrix had stated so often.
Meanwhile Lucius was feeling terrible. She couldn't want to be walking with me less, he thought. I might as well stop walking and let her go on by herself. Then she might think I just want look at her ass. Well, that wouldn't be to bad. YOU'RE A MALFOY. Recover and treat her like a lady, he told himself.
Right as she glimpsed his entrancing deep gray eyes, almost willing herself to forget he was using her and let him kiss her right then and there, Charles Jugson appeared.
"Hello Ms. Black," he greeted her kindly. He had a great smile and great teeth. He was a really handsome guy. Ironically though, he did not have a new girl in his bed every week like most of the guys he hung out with. And for this strange reason, girls were always found fighting for his attention. People always seem to want what they can't have. "Lucius," he said with a nod of recognition.
"LUCIUS!" screamed Bellatrix. "Come here, please," she continued imperiously.
Lucius did not want to leave Narcissa but was a little relieved to be free from so awkward a situation. "Well, goodbye for now Miss Black, later Jugson," he said as reserved as possible. The last thing he wanted was Narcissa picking up on his hurricane of emotions.
"Well I need to get going to class Narcissa, but umm, are we still on for Saturday?" Jugson asked her shyly. "I have no idea what to get her and her birthday is next Sunday, which leaves no time to order anything by owl order. And what if she thinks I don't care, then she'll probably dump me and well I'm not like most guys but I can't get DUMPED" he leaned in to whisper in Narcissa's ear.
"Of course, I already found the perfect thing in Witch Weekly the other day. Anyway go to class I'll see you later." Charles and Narcissa had always been good friends ever since Narcissa first started at Hogwarts. He hung out with Bellatrix and her group and so did Narcissa. While most boys were busy flirting and talking about their new broomstick Charles and Narcissa had struck up a conversation one day and since then had become close friends. Charles was not really her type of guy though; he was really shy and he was not as wealthy as the Blacks for example. But they were good friends and his advice came in handy from time to time as did hers.
Little did Narcissa know, she was not the only one to hear Jugson remind her about their rendezvous on Saturday. Once Lucius had entered the great hall with Bellatrix he had kept a close eye on Narcissa and Jugson's friendly behavior with one another. He did not like it, that was for sure. The thing he liked less was the jealousy he felt, except he refused to believe it was jealousy. But why else would he want to Crucio Charles Jugson till he went insane?
As much as Lucius wanted to ignore what he heard he could not. When he thought about it more thoroughly, Jugson was the type of guy Narcissa would probably be into. Like Narcissa had said the night before, she got tired of the typical Slytherin, and Jugson was definitely not the typical Slytherin. Damn, he thought. Of course she would fancy him, he was exactly what she wanted, but still, why had she had that look of desire on her face after she kissed me, he thought. Well who wouldn't desire me. She probably just enjoyed the snog, who wouldn't? Damn, Narcissa is one complicated girl. But I won't let her get away from me. I am Lucius Malfoy, heir to the prestigious Malfoy fortune and name, there is no one I can not have. Except Narcissa Black his mind added quickly.
The day went by as most days at Hogwarts usually do. After dinner, as was normal, the Slytherin common room was filled with people. Of course Bellatrix, Lucius and their friends had taken over the plush green velvet couches surrounding the fireplace as was the case every night.
Another common event was one of Bellatrix and Lucius's fights. They were discussing whether or not a woman should be allowed to become Minister for Magic. Bellatrix, obviously, was all for a woman Minister, specifically a pureblood woman. Lucius on the other hand disagreed, with the woman part. He absolutely agreed on having a pureblood Minister, who wouldn't? But Lucius had a playful look on his face which only meant he was continuing this altercation for the sole purpose of firing Bellatrix up.
On one of the couches closet to the fire, Narcissa sat talking with Rabastan Lestrange. She was not paying close attention to what he was saying because she was too distracted by the turn in which Bellatrix and Lucius's conversation had taken. One second they had been fighting and the next they were sitting close together smiling and whispering. As much as she hated to admit it she was jealous. Look at them together, she thought. How can two people look at each other like that and not be in love. How could I have not seen it before, she thought. They look suspiciously happy talking together. Why does Bellatrix get everything she wants? Doesn't she already have Rodolphus? She probably just uses him, although at times she really seems to like him. What does it matter to me anyway, I don't care for Lucius Malfoy one bit. Especially not if he fancies my own sister, she thought furiously.
"Seriously, if we could have a pureblood with some ministry power we could get rid of some of the mudbloods and blood traitor," stated Bellatrix. "Just marry a proper pureblood, and then use your family's gold to influence to Ministry. She glanced at him and before he could compose himself she saw an oddly strange look pass over his face.
"Lucius…what….was…that…look? You looked as if you had feelings, and I know that can't be true," she teased. "No really, you looked almost caring for a second. WHO IS IT?" she asked. She could always tell with Lucius. They had been best friends for so long it was impossible to hide things from one another anymore.
Knowing it was absolutely pointless to deny anything he said, "Can we not talk about it anymore, I swear I'll tell you but right now, I can't."
Shocked by his honesty she did not push him any farther, instead she went over to talk to Narcissa.
"Ah, Bellatrix, how are you this evening," asked Rabastan Lestrange politely. "I've just been talking with Narcissa about your possible visit to Lestrange Manor over the holidays. I was hoping Narcissa might join you."
"Maybe, if I come at all that is. I was thinking Lucius could come visit our home, so we'll have to see if it conflicts. Anyway, Narcissa, I haven't talked to you much today, how are you?" Before Narcissa could answer Bellatrix said a bit harshly to Rabastan, "Do you mind?" Of course Rabastan minded, he had had his eye on Narcissa for quite a while now and was enjoying her company but would never tell Bellatrix this.
"No not at all. Goodbye Narcissa….and Bellatrix," he added somewhat coldly.
"Ugh, you know he fancies you?" Bellatrix asked Narcissa once Rabastan had left.
"Oh, Bellatrix, you didn't. I thought father told you that was rude, and an invasion of privacy."
"Yes, yes I did," responded Bellatrix. Narcissa and Bellatrix talked for about half an hour, continually interrupted by male Slytherins attempting to strike up a conversation. Soon enough Narcissa had gotten tired of the overly crowded common room and got up to head down to her dormitory. On her way she was intercepted by Charles Jugson.
"Hey, Narcissa. I was wondering…how much was that…well whatever it was you picked out in that magazine? I just want to know how much to bring to Hogsmeade on Saturday?" he asked her.
"Oh, I'm sorry Charles, I can't remember, come with me I'll go get the magazine and we'll see." Slytherin, unlike the other founders, did not put spells to keep boys out of the girls dormitories because he knew things were bound to happen none the less. Why try and stop the unstoppable?
Once she reached the door leading to the hallway towards her dormitory she turned around to see if Jugson was behind her. When she turned around she caught Lucius Malfoy's eye. Had he been watching me, she thought. NO, stop thinking like that, she said to herself. They stepped through the door and into the hallway.
On the other side of the common room Lucius Malfoy was beside himself with jealousy. He had not been aware Narcissa and Jugson were a couple. He thought Jugson fancied some 5th year girl. He was not used to a girl choosing Jugson over him. He was also not used to feeling this way about a girl. It was something totally different to how he had ever felt before. He did not like it, yet at the same time he loved the feeling he got whenever he looked at her. Her soft, long blonde curls which framed her face and twirled in the air behind her whenever she threw her head back in laughter. The way he long pale fingers would cover her mouth whenever she was surprised. He did not know how he knew all this about her, but he did.
Lucius was not sure whether or not he wanted to go to the common room late that night as he usually did. He was sure Narcissa would not want him there yet he wanted ot see her again. And he did not want to seem as if he was nervous around her after their awkward conversation or lack of one that morning.
"Twenty galleons," stated Narcissa. "Did you want to spend more? I personally don't think you need to. That should be sufficient. I would be happy with a gift like that no matter the cost."
"That's perfect thank you so much! I'll see you later," he said before turning and exiting the dormitory.
Narcissa had not responded because she had been deep in thought. She was wondering if she had imagined the look of sadness on Lucius Malfoy's face. Lucius Malfoy was known for showing no emotion whatsoever. So therefore she must have imagined it. Maybe he was sad he was not in Bellatrix's company anymore, she thought. Yes that had to be it. And for a second I hoped he had looked sad seeing me with another guy. Who am I kidding?
Narcissa then began debating whether or not she should return to the common room that night. She decided she must. She had been there every night before. She would not let Malfoy know anything that had happened between them had gotten to her. Not to mention the fact that she yearned to see his long, white, blond hair fall out of it's ribbon whenever he ran his hands through it in concentration.
Despite the fact that neither Lucius nor Narcissa was going to find peace and solidarity in the common room that late evening, they were both there as usual. Lucius was the first to arrive and could barely concentrate because he was too busy wondering whether or not Narcissa was even going to show up.
He was convinced she was disgusted with him and would never show herself at that late hour again. But to his surprise, and joy, she walked through the stone door which leads to her dormitory about twenty minutes after he had arrived.
"Hello, Miss Black," he said, attempting to sound as aloof as possible. He could not let her not how incredibly infatuated he had become in a total of twenty-four hours. He was not even allowing himself to believe how infatuated he had become.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," she responded in her usual cold and proper voice. She knew he was only trying to be polite. I am Bellatrix's little sister after all, she thought glumly.
He was convinced she wished he was not there. But at the same time he felt that she looked a bit confused, a bit frazzled. For some strange reason this gave him courage and he said, "Feel free to sit over here, the fire makes the dungeon's icy interior more comfortable." She had been walking towards a couch on the side of the common room opposite the fireplace.
"Well, I suppose that makes sense," she responded. Once again being polite, she thought. But that wasn't necessary to say for the sole reason of my being Bellatrix's little sister. This thought gave her a little more courage then she had originally had upon entering the common room.
They stuck up on polite conversation for the next half hour, both trying not to disturb the other. After about a half hour more of silence Malfoy began to pack up his books. He could not delay any longer. He had finished fifteen minutes ago but he had not wanted to leave. He looked across from where he was sitting to the couch that Narcissa was on. She looked like she was struggling with something.
Indeed she was. She was struggling internally. She did not want him to leave and was sure he was just trying to get away from her. She hated feeling this way about someone she was sure she could not have. She was shocked when Lucius sat down beside her and asked if she needed help.
"Oh, um, well, it's just I'm supposed to explain why I think twenty counter clockwise stirs would be better as opposed to fifteen clockwise stirs in the Chalice of Hostility. And, well I honestly don't know what the reason could be."
He smiled. "Well that's not a problem at all. I happen to be quite advanced when it comes to potion making." He smirked, which was basically told Narcissa that he was kidding about sounding so cocky. "Haha, but really, I've gotcha covered.'
He helped Narcissa answer that question and the four other questions she had to answer for potions homework.
Finally she was done with her work and could not even pretend to have more, especially more that she needed help on. That would seem way to suspicious.
"Well thanks again, Mr. Malfoy," said Narcissa appreciatively.
"Please call my Lucius. And it was my pleasure," he said taking her hand and kissing it.
Narcissa did not know what to say and was speechless for a second. She recovered quickly and said, "Feel free to call me Narcissa."
Lucius had been worried the kiss had bothered her. Why would it not have? She is secretly dating Jugson is she not, he thought. Jealousy surged through him. He could not let Jugson take what he wanted to dearly. He leaned towards her and before he could stop himself his lips were on hers.
As much as Narcissa wanted to tell herself this was wrong, he probably did this with Bellatrix earlier that evening, she could not allow herself to end something so pleasurable.
Once Lucius felt Narcissa respond, her tongue pushing against his closed mouth, he knew she was enjoying this just as much as he was. He leaned forward so that he was leaning over her on the soft green velvet couch. Lucius felt one of Narcissa's curls tickle his face and before he realized it, his left hand was moving through her soft hair. She let a whimper escape her lips and felt the urge to tear the ribbon out of his hair and run her own hands through his white blonde tresses. His right hand was currently moving up and down her left arm till she felt goose bumps appear. His mouth was moving down her neck and Narcissa did not know how much longer she could take it. It was almost too much pleasure. She had never enjoyed kissing a boy so much in her life. Each kiss was filled with passion and caused her stomach to jolt, a feeling she had never had before.
Lucius, was enjoying it just as much. He ran both his hands through her hair until one was on her neck and the other was on the side of her face. He pressed his mouth on to hers hoping beyond hope the moment would never end.
Images of Narcissa with Jugson started to run across Lucius's mind. He tried to get them out of his head and managed difficultly. Images of Lucius taking advantage of other girls ran through Narcissa's mind. And after another minute of them, she broke apart. She had had her eyes closed the whole time and when she opened them she saw a confused and almost hurt Lucius looking into her eyes. Immediately after she had processed his reaction it was the same cold emotionless face as always.
Lucius had seen the look of sadness in her eyes. Almost a look of loss. She looked as if she did not want to stop but felt compelled to. She was feeling bad because she was cheating on Jugson. That had to be it, he thought.
Had he really not wanted to stop, she wondered. Did I make what I saw up or had he really looked as if he could have kept kissing me for hours. And at the same time they both spoke, saying one word each.
"Jugson," said Lucious.
"Bella," said Narcissa.
"What?" they both asked one another.
Narcissa spoke first, "You…I just can't believe I did that."
Lucius was convinced he knew what she was talking about. She could not believe she had cheated on Jugson. But why had she said Bella, he thought. Before he could say anything else she had gotten up, grabbed her books and ran through the stone door leading to her dormitory.
It was inevitable, thought Lucius. I've got to talk to Bella.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter as well, sorry it took awhile to get up!