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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: MC Mondays

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Resurrect Romance

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Chapter 5

Lucius sat alone in the library. He looked around at the cases of books and remembered happier times. He remembered how he sat on this very chair and Narcissa straddled him, grinding down on him as they kissed. He remembered how he pushed her against a book shelve and took her from behind, savoring her cries of passion as she begged for 'more' and 'harder.' He remembered how they fell onto the floor, unable and unwilling to make it to his bedroom or even the couch, and their passion rose to its height, their moans mingling as they stared into each other's eyes, lost in the moment.

He remembered all of this, but one thought kept interrupting his fantasies.

Narcissa is pregnant.

He knew he could have accused Edward Clearwater of lying, but why would he? He had never been Lucius' biggest fan and he always made his disgust of the relationship between his daughter and Lucius known. If anything, Edward wouldn't want to tie Narcissa to Lucius so permanently, so it had to be the truth, at least as far as he knew.

Narcissa could have lied, but again, what would be the point? If she wanted money, she would have told him about the pregnancy to force his hand. Instead, she kept silent.

He thought about their last night together. She had wanted to tell him something, and that was probably it, but when he ended their relationship, she kept quiet.

And now...

And now he was going to be a father. He needed to talk to her. She had to know he wanted to be a part of his son or daughter's life, even if he couldn't be with the mother.

Lucius swallowed. Or could he? He wanted to be with her. He didn't fight his father because he didn't think she cared about him. The way Edward talked, though...

It sounded like she had been hurt by his dismissal. Why didn't she speak up? If she only told him she had feelings for him...

Why didn't he speak up?

It seemed their problems all extend from a lack of communication.

There was only one thing he could do. He'd go to Narcissa and talk to her. They'd find a way to work this out. And after that, he'd talk to Abraxas. He was going to be with the mother of his child and nothing his father said or did would stop him.

Narcissa might be a Half-blood, but she was also the mother of his child. And she was the only one he felt like he could be himself with.

Narcissa might enjoy his company in bed, but she wasn't afraid to tell him when he was wrong. And she didn't try to gain his favor by being phony or too complimentary. It might be odd to enjoy someone so argumentative, but he liked her because she was honest (usually) and she gave him a hard time. It made the relationship interesting.

And he wanted to be with her. She was far above any woman he had ever met, even all of the Pure-bloods he knew.

He never cared about her blood status because he cared about her. But until now, he had no reason to fight for her. Now he did, and he was going to fight.

If Narcissa was agreeable to it, he planned to make her his wife.

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Penelope felt their wards react to someone approaching the house. She walked to the front door, opened it, and stepped outside.

"Well, well, look who's trying to grace my humble abode. The mighty Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius glared at her. "I don't have time for you. I need to speak to your sister."

"Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you."

"I don't care."

"Of course you don't. What someone else wants doesn't matter to you, right?"

Lucius rolled his eyes. It was such a normal reaction that it momentarily startled her.

"Clearwater, I know Narcissa is pregnant. I have the right to talk to her. She was the one in the wrong. She had no right to not tell me."

It displeased her that she couldn't disagree with him. After all, even she told Narcissa that Lucius should be told, that it wasn't fair to keep him in the dark about the baby. She hated agreeing with Lucius Malfoy about anything, though. So, instead, she said, "It's a mother's prerogative to protect her child."

"I'd never hurt my child," Lucius said in a low voice. "Let me talk to Narcissa so we can straighten everything out. She can't be happy with the way things stand now. Let me talk to her, and maybe we can both finally be happy."

He really had an ego on him if he thought a simple talk with him and Narcissa would be giddy as could be. Still, maybe if they talked, things would be resolved. "Fine. Come in."

He followed Penelope as she walked though the house. He wrinkled his nose at some of the decor, but she decided to not comment on his haughty attitude. He did win one point in his favor. He found out Narcissa was pregnant, and wasn't running away. Instead, he was facing it head on and trying to talk to her sometimes thick-headed older sister.

They arrived at Narcissa's room and knocked.

There was no answer.

Penelope frowned. Was Narcissa taking a nap? She knocked again. "Cissa, can I come in?"

There was still no answer.

She shared a look with Lucius.

"Open it," he ordered.

Narcissa had a thing about her privacy, and usually, Penelope respected it, but it wasn't like Narcissa to ignore Penelope. And she purposely made sure to not say Lucius was here.

Disparate times called for desperate measures.

"I'm sorry I'm doing this Narcissa, but when you don't answer..." She trailed off because she opened the door and the room was empty.

Lucius strode in and looked around as if Narcissa was simply hiding and not absent. "Where is she?" he asked, turning to face Penelope with something in his eyes.

Was it worry? Fear? It was hard to tell.

Penelope said the only thing she could think of. "I don't know."

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