Title: Tidal Waves
Chapter: Four
Characters/Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa, Juliet
Spoilers/Warning: R
Summary: His proximity has always had way of affecting her; whether it's causing her to have homicidal thoughts or, more recently, giving her butterflies. - L/N at Hogwarts
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I'm happy to report that both Greg and Billy passed their potions exam with flying colors. Now I've never been the maternal type, but when those two excitedly ran into the Common Room with their graded exams clutched in their pudgy hands I got that same feeling new mothers must have when their babies take their first steps. I have never ever been so proud in my life. In fact, I was so proud I went out and bought myself a brand new pair of Chanel boots.

And they look absolutely fabulous with the suede skirt I'm currently sporting.

"Did I mention you're mouth-watering in those boots," Edmund whispers huskily into my ear.

Mouth-watering works too.

"Thanks." I grin. I lean back against his broad chest and he wraps his arms around my shoulders to keep the chilly wind at bay. We're currently smooshed together in the Slytherin section at the Quidditch pitch watching as Slytherin rips Gryffindor apart once again.

As it stands, Slytherin has scored ninety points (Lucius has scored seventy all by himself) to Gryffindor's ten. Oh wait, make that one-hundred to ten. The only way Gryffindor even has a chance is if that pip-squeak Potter is able to snatch the Snitch before Belby and since Belby has already been drafted as the Seeker for Puddlemore next year, the probability of that happening is slightly negative of zero.

"Are you still coming to my duel tonight?" Edmund asks.

"Oh." I frown as Lucius whizzes past me with the Quaffle tucked protectively under his arm. "I'm sorry Edmund. I completely forgot about your duel."

His arms loosen around me just a fraction.

"It's just," I bite my bottom lip, "I've promised Lucius I would meet him at the victory party tonight."

"Malfoy," Edmund chuckles mirthlessly as his hands drop to his sides. I nervously turn around to face him. "I should have guessed."

"Look, I'll just skip the party," I suggest even though just thinking about missing out on spending time with Lucius makes my stomach ache.

"No." Edmund shakes his head and throws his hands in the air. He somehow manages to take a step backwards into the crowd. "I don't even want you there now."

"Edmund," I cry, not exactly sure what's going on.

But he ignores me with a shake of his head and begins pushing his way through the crowd. I'm hot on his heels and once we break through the crush of students I grab his hand. He twirls around and the look of devastation in his eyes nearly knocks me off my feet.

"Look, I really like you. Really, really like you," he says and sighs. "You're sweet and smart and no one makes me laugh like you do."

I smile encouragingly and take a step closer to him. "So what's the problem?"

"I'm not the only one that feels that way about you," Edmund says sadly. He reaches out his hand as if he's going to caress my cheek and then lets it drop without making any contact. "And I can't keep coming in second with you."

"Are you…" I feel like I've been socked in the stomach. "Are you breaking up with me?"

He bites his bottom lip and, after a moment's hesitation, nods.

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Four hours later the Slytherin victory party is in full swing as I step into the Common Room. I take one look at my house-mates and can't tell if my nausea is due to the five shots of tequila I just had with my cousin and his annoying little friends or the way everyone is smiling when all I want to do is curl up and die.

I hate people.

I'm just about to the steps leading up to my dormitory when I hear my name. I close my eyes wearily and turn to find Lucius grinning down at me from his position on his teammate's shoulders. He takes one look at me and gestures for his friends to let him down.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concern evident on his handsome features.

I take a deep breath and open my mouth to tell him that I'm fine and that nothing is wrong. Instead, I burst into big, fat crocodile tears.

Lucius, to his credit, doesn't look nearly as horrified as I thought he would when faced with a hysterical woman. In fact, he steps forward and envelopes me in his arms instead of running away in the opposite direction. "Hey," he whispers softly into my ear. "It's okay Cissy."

"I'm sorry," I cry and pull my face away from his chest. I cringe when I notice the wet spot on his white T-shirt. "I'm ruining your hard earned victory party."

"It wasn't all that hard earned," Lucius says uncertainly. "We basically tore them apart."

"Oh," I squeak through my tears. "That's nice."

Lucius smiles a tiny smile and before I know it he's led me up the staircase and into my dormitory. The second my wonderful, comfortable bed comes into view I fall onto it and crawl under the covers. I scoot to the left and pat the spot next to me.

"You want to tell me what happened?" Lucius asks as he eases himself under the covers beside me. He settles onto his side, propped up on one elbow and looks at me expectantly. "Do I need to hex someone for you?"

I shake my head. "Edmund broke up with me."

"Oh?" Even with all the practice, he can't hide the faint smile on his face. "What happened?"

"He said he's tired of coming in second." I scrunch my nose and sigh.

And now Lucius looks really interested. "Coming in second? To what?"

"You," I mutter reluctantly, my eyes glued to my canopy. "I told him we're just friends but he's got this crazy notion in his head that you've got feelings for me. And that's utterly ridiculous."

"Is it?" Lucius asks, surprising me.

"Well of course it is," I scoff.

"What if…" Lucius says slowly. "What if he's right?"

"Oh right. You like me." I'm laughing as I turn to him, but suddenly the smile slides off my face. He's nervous, I can tell, and looks as if he's about to be sick. Um, what's going on here? "Er. Do you like me?"

He opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it again. Lucius Malfoy is actually speechless. If the situation weren't so serious I would be dancing around the room with excitement over my ability achieve the impossible.

"Luci-"

But I'm cut off when he suddenly surges forward. Once the initial shock of feeling his lips against my own wears off, my eyes drift closed and I return the kiss enthusiastically. Oh damn, I think as his palm gently comes to rest against my cheek.

To be honest, I've never really thought about what it would be like to kiss Lucius. What with hating him most of my life and then trying not to think of him in any way even remotely sexual (trying being the operative word here) I didn't spend much time fantasizing about what it would be like to really kiss him. Besides, even if I had, it would be nothing compared to what kissing him actually feels like.

This kiss deepens and before I know it he's somehow maneuvered himself on top of me. He pulls away, breathing raggedly, and pushes the hair off of my forehead with his fingers. For a few moments he stares at me with such intensity I feel something inside my chest spark and then his teeth suddenly find the sensitive spot on my neck. I arch into him and moan as his lips recapture my own.

He murmurs into my mouth, "I've wanted you for so long."

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I'm smiling when I awake the following morning. Last night was… Well, it started out quite horrible actually. Being dumped is never fun and when Edmund called things off yesterday I felt like I'd been run over by a Giant. I was shocked and confused and terribly upset which is the only reason, and I do mean only reason , why I shared a bottle of tequila with Sirius and his annoying little friends.

Speaking of tequila – maybe that's why, though I am still blissfully happy, there's a soft throbbing at the base of my skull and my whole body feels achy.

I sigh happily and roll over to cuddle closer to Lucius. Last night may have started out atrociously but it definitely ended with a pleasurable bang (or two) and I'll bet he's willing and ready for round three. Or, I think as my hand roams over satin sheets and not the deliciously sculpted chest of Lucius Malfoy, maybe not.

My eyes flutter open and I stare in confusion at the empty bed. Okay, I'm pretty sure I didn't drink too much but seeing as I'm the only gorgeous blonde in my bed right now there is a slight possibility I downed enough tequila to warrant hallucinating everything that happened last night. So, being the competent investigator that I am, I peak under my covers and, yep, I'm naked. Last night was most definitely not a hallucination… And now I'm grinning again.

"I just... I can't believe he did that to me."

Wait a minute. What is she doing in here?

"Oh Anita." That's Juliet. "He apologized, didn't he?"

"Well yes." Anita sighs. "But still-"

"So your boyfriend had too much to drink," Juliet is saying as I peak at the two of them through my curtains. They sit down on her bed and Juliet pats Anita's back somewhat awkwardly. "I know that he missed your date but it was his victory party. He's allowed to indulge sometimes."

Ooh, so there's trouble in paradise for the best fried stealer and her loser of a boyfriend. I frown. Who the hell is her boyfriend? Hmm, let's think this through. Juliet said it was his victory party so it must be someone on the Quidditch team. Belby, maybe?

"I guess." Anita giggles. "I just wish he would have indulged with me last night."

Juliet makes a face and that means there's something wrong with this guy and since she gets along smashingly with Belby that means he's off the list. It could be Flint or Nott. Even I grimace at the thought of them.

"I just love running my fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair of his– "

I mean, Flint has the worst acne imaginable and Nott still hasn't grown into that nose of his even at the age of seventeen – Whoa, did Anita just say something about blonde hair?

"- and even you can't deny Chasers have the best bodies- "

I slump down on my bed, frowning. There's only one blonde Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team and obviously he couldn't 'indulge' his girlfriend last night... Because he was too busy with me.