- Day 69 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Forget
- Speed Drabble: "Why are you such a diva?", balloon, towel
- The Emotion Challenge: Worried
- The Weird Prompt Challenge: Lucius is a peacock animagus
Pairings/Characters: Lucius/Narcissa
Word Count: 419
The Peacock
I pray one day I'll live to see you break a smile
"Look Lucius," snapped eighteen-year-old Narcissa. She was looking thoroughly irritated with her soon-to-be husband; her eyes glaring at him like narrow blue slits, and her thin arms folded defensively across her chest. "I know you can do it. Bella told me that she saw you practising when you were both in your last year of Hogwarts."
Narcissa had just exited the en-suite bathroom to her bedroom, and she was wrapped demurely in a fluffy white towel. Lucius was almost sweating with lust for his beautiful fiancée, who was practically dangling her sexuality in front of him—but he was also extremely worried. Narcissa had been nagging at him for almost a week since she found out about his little secret, and he knew that the woman wasn't afraid to use sex as a weapon. She would gladly deny him access to her boudoir if he didn't show her.
He resisted the urge to pout, and felt colour rising in his cheeks. "I don't want to," he muttered. "I think I might have forgotten how to do it."
"Why are you such a diva?" roared Narcissa, with a strange level of aggression that Lucius had never seen before—it certainly never reared its ugly head whenever they had been forced together for uncomfortable, Malfoy-and-Black family dinners. "You don't just forget your animagus form!"
"You will tell everyone," hissed Lucius, looking mortified. That was what he was most worried about—his reputation. His choice of animal had been a lavish one when he was a teenager, but now he had grown up, and seen the vicious, intimidating animals that they could transform into, he had begun to feel dreadfully stupid. "I don't want everyone to find out!"
Narcissa made a clicking sound with her teeth, and began to crawl across the bed towards him. He saw the towel drop slightly over her chest, and his breath hitched in his throat. "What do you think I'm going to do? Get a load of peacock-shaped balloons and let them off over your mansion?" she snorted, and Lucius shot her a glare.
"I thought you said you didn't know what my animagus form was? You said Bellatrix never told you what it was!"
Narcissa placed a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles. "Sorry, sorry. I just wanted you to show me really bad," she leaned back on the bed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, Mr. Grumpy. You don't have to show me...yet."
