Malfoy slid Narcissa further back onto the bed. Taking hold of her ankles he moved her legs apart, slipping his hands up her white legs and stroking gently, feeling her moisten to his touch. Narcissa arched backwards and slid further down the bed. Malfoy moved so that he hovered above, sliding a finger inside her as he did so. "Ah..." he said coolly, "You're ready for me this time," and kissing her as he did so, he impaled himself deeply inside her.
Narcissa had forgotten just how large he was, and wriggled her hips to accommodate him. But this time she was ready, and she was determined to show him. She moved her hips in time with his, looking him in the eye as she did so.
Lucius returned her gaze and grinned, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth as his drives got more intense. Narcissa opened her legs wider and heaved herself up so that she was propped up on her arms. From this angle she could feel him bearing down on her, driving her into the mattress. Grinding on to her with increasing speed, Narcissa let out a cry as the two of them came together. Catching her breath, Narcissa wrapped her arms and legs around Lucius weakly, draping her body around his. Pulling out of her, Malfoy crumpled beside her, rolling onto his back, though still keeping hold of her hand.
Malfoy got up from the bed and walked over to the window. The moonlight seemed to illuminate him like some kind of deity, or perhaps this was just Narcissa's state of mind at the time, highlighting little pearls of sweat on his shoulders.
He turned to her, "Narcissa, there is something I need you to do."
Narcissa was slightly confused, though made an attempt to concentrate on what Lucius was saying. "Of course, what is it?"
"There is something I need. It was ... taken from me, by accident. I need it back."
"What is it, and where do I get it? You can't be cryptic with me now that I'm your wife," she said, smiling.
Lucius looked slightly pained, "Fine, no secrecy... You are my wife now, and your loyalty is to me above all others."
Narcissa felt a cool breeze pass over her shoulders from the open window and she began to think of Malfoy's apparent predisposition for the dark arts. Yet, despite this little tremor of fear, she felt she would without question, be able to be completely deferential to his needs. Even so, she faltered slightly when she spoke.
"Whatever it is you need, I will do my best to retrieve it, with the utmost discretion."
Malfoy moved towards her. "Its a family heirloom, a cane from my father. Fudge has it, and I'm guessing it's in that room of his."
Narcissa raised her eyebrows, "What would Cornelius want with a cane?"
"He believes it contains some illegal dark arts material or other, which for all I know it does; but it is my father's wish that I keep it, and thus I must get it back." This was true, whatever it contained was, Lucius felt, secondary to the desire to have it back in his possession. His father's legacy to him.
Narcissa, however, did not believe that this was all there was to it. "Why don't you just ask him for it back? I know he has made allowances for certain… family traditions in the past."
Malfoy came and sat on the bed. "He doesn't know that I know he has it... I suspect there is more to it… something that he sees as damaging to him perhaps. But I do not want to alert him to the fact that I am suspicious until it is in my possession. If I were to demand it back he would assume that I knew about whatever dangerous purpose it had... and I could land myself, and you by extension, in rather a lot of trouble."
Narcissa thought this was a rather convoluted justification of what was, essentially, stealing, even if it was stealing something back. Nevertheless, she did not like the idea of living with Lucius if she did not comply and seeing no alternative, she agreed.
After all, I am a Malfoy now. It is my duty to protect the family from any potential mishaps. I am simply removing an item which could implicate my husband... any wife would do the same.
She paused, "Lucius... You would tell me if you knew what it was for? I mean, if it is a dangerous thing, because surely then we would run an even higher risk keeping it in the manor?"
Malfoy smiled at her, "I'm glad to hear that you are taking the manor into consideration... but I must have it back."
The next day Narcissa Malfoy accompanied her husband to work. By the time she had reached the floor on which Fudge's sequestered lair could be entered, she was flustered to say the least. She was astounded that she hadn't been hexed by every woman she encountered, such were the evil glares she had received, walking on the arm of her new husband.
Lucius told me to behave as if I go there everyday, act confidently even if I don't feel it... but he can't have seen all those women with daggers for eyes! she thought as she hastened her steps along the corridor. Of course, Malfoy had seen all the women... and he had thoroughly enjoyed their glances, though of course not letting on to his new wife. It would not be doing to alert her to his previous 'intrigues' this early on in the proceedings.
Reaching Fudge's office, the doors appeared in the side of the wall and Narcissa entered. Fudge was not there. She had anticipated this. He would probably not even have arrived in the ministry yet, such was his penchant for large cooked breakfasts.
Even then it was likely he would have to spend time dealing with his minions before he could come to his hideaway. Narcissa went to a large chest at the back of the room. She looked in drawers, on bookshelves... nothing. He must have made a mistake, there is nothing but random books and toys... he has nothing here remotely related to the ministry.
She exhaled loudly, thinking that this was hardly surprising given that this was his escape from work. She laughed quietly as she saw a model of knight in shining armour on the windowsill. She touched it with her finger and it sprang into life. "On guard!" it said, before running around in a circle waving its sword. Then it stopped in exactly the same place it had started and remained motionless.
Suddenly Narcissa jumped as something cracked, like a gunshot. Spinning around she saw a little house elf, his ears so big they were tied behind his head, she presumed to stop him tripping over them. He stood on top of the desk, laying down a large tray of cupcakes, each iced in thick pink icing and finished off with a candy cherry. He shrieked when he noticed Narcissa was in the room.
"Oh, forgives me! I was not knowing people to be in here... the master likes his cakes... I bring them!" He trembled slightly in her presence.
Narcissa walked over, curious to see the contents of the tray more clearly, "That's ok, you can go now."
With another almighty snap, he was gone. Narcissa looked at the cakes, but then moved her eyes down from them. There was a fine line etched in the wood beneath them. She moved the plate and saw that the line made a square in the desk. Feeling around the perimeter with her fingers, she smiled.
"Alohomora," she said, aiming her wand with elegant fingers at the desk. The little square opened revealing a hollow compartment. Peering into it, she saw the cane and lifted it out. Slipping it under her robes, she quickly closed the desk and, taking two frosty pink cupcakes to celebrate her triumphant foray into theft, she walked to the door.
To her horror she could hear someone coming, and sure enough the door began to open. Darting across the room, she grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace. Jumping in as the green flames licked up the chimney, she disappeared seconds before Fudge walked into the room.
As Narcissa travelled she hoped she had remembered Lucius's room number, and as the grate approached she began to think of an explanation should she happen to step out of somebody else's hearth. Stepping out, she looked around. Thank goodness, she thought, realising she was in her husband's office. She glanced around. Where was he? Evidently she would have to wait until he got home to break the exciting news.
A few minutes later, Lucius Malfoy strode into his office. He had just been to a meeting regarding a petition, a sanction made to renew the law which made muggle-hunting legal. He had of course backed it zealously. Unfortunately for him, he was in the minority. The ban remained. Lucius was not surprised. However, he was irritated.
Slumping down in his chair he began to fume. Then he stopped, something catching his eye. He gave a small smile. On his desk was a pink cupcake.
That evening Narcissa spent out in the fresh air. She had ventured briefly into the wild moor-like garden; but, owing largely to the fact that her hair was getting tangled in the wind, had retired to the other, tamer garden. From that day on she named the place she stood, 'the garden', calling the other place, 'the forest', such was its wild and thrillingly dark nature. But now she sat on the granite bench in the garden, her hand trailing lazily in the fountain water as she watched the sun sink lethargically down, where it sizzled on the horizon. The very air seemed to take on a pinkish glow, though again there seemed to be no breeze.
As Malfoy came home, he had looked around immediately for his wife. Not seeing her, he made his way out to the garden. He could see her sitting alone 100 yards or so down the path. The water of the fountain sparkled around her in the sunlight and Malfoy caught himself smiling. He walked down towards her. As he approached he suddenly became aware of the similarity in their appearances. Today, both were wearing dark robes, and both had their pale hair tied back at the nape of the neck. What beautiful children we shall have, he thought smugly, imagining a long line of striking yet angelic figures continuing the Malfoy legacy. Narcissa turned around to greet him.
"I take it that the little pink message means that you succeeded."
"I did indeed," replied Narcissa, handing him the cane, which she had kept close since she'd taken it.
Malfoy took it and looked at it.
"Intriguing," said Narcissa, "How something so seemingly trivial can have such an effect..."
"How so? We don't even know what effect it has," said Malfoy, looking at her.
"I mean the effect on you... and Cornelius. You seem entranced by it, even though you do not know its purpose. And he... well, the measures he took to make sure it was safely hidden…"
Malfoy raised his eyebrow, "Well, I am just glad to have it back in my possession for whatever reason." He put it down deliberately on the granite. "But now there are more pressing things on my mind," he said, narrowing his eyes. With a flick of his wand a silvery satin sheet appeared out of the air. Suspended apparently by nothing, it merely hung as a hammock, shining brightly against the darkening sky.
"Wingardium Leviosa..." he whispered, and Narcissa was lifted up in the air and dropped gently into the swaying fabric. "I'm very impressed by the faultless, adroit manner with which the... reacquisition of my father's cane was carried out..." He walked slowly around Narcissa, "I think that I should find some way to..." he paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on hers, "Reward you..."