Girl Troubles
"Narcissa! Narcissa."
The blonde girl slowed down and turned to face him, bouncing on her heels momentarily. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
Lucius stared at her and crossed his arms. If she insisted on being bitchy today, he'd play by her rules. "Your bloody sister told you, didn't she?"
She scowled and kicked him. "Don't call my sister that," Narcissa snapped. "And she has a reason to. It'd be rich for me to be dating a Death Eater without knowing it, don't you think?"
Lucius leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. "I already told you I was planning to," he retorted, glaring. "This shouldn't be coming as a surprise, especially not from Bellatrix, of all people."
She threw up her hands. "Oh, well - you expect me to nod along when you're outside playing murderer boy? No, thank you."
"I'm not-"
"Stop this, Lucius. We both know you're going to murder someone eventually. It's part of your job plan, isn't it?"
"You're being unfair."
Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him. "No, I'm not. I already watched Bella go over to the Dark Lord, Lucius. I know what service can do to a person."
"I promise I won't be like her." She was barking mad to begin with, he wanted to add, but he figured he had already angered his girlfriend enough for the day.
Narcissa sent him a cold, indifferent look that hurt him more than anything. "Don't promise something you can't keep," she said coldly, before sauntering off.
Lucius swore loudly, bared his teeth, and punched the wall with all his might.