Title: Tidal Waves
Chapter: Five
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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Author's Note: This is more of a 1/2 chapter than anything else... Sorry 'bout that.
"Narcissa!"
Oh bloody fucking hell. Why is it that whenever you're trying to avoid someone like the plague they always seem to pop up at the most inopportune time? Take now for instance. I've just spent the past sixteen hours lying in my bed alternating between cursing Luciu- Malfoy's very existence and sobbing hysterically over what a horrible turn my life has suddenly taken. Even catalogue shopping did nothing for my foul mood.
"Wait up Narcissa!"
Like hell I will.
"Please," he calls. "Cissy wait!"
Oh that's it.
"Don't call me that!" I spin on my heel to yell at him and whoa, maybe I shouldn't have turned so quickly. I squint to see him through the stars in my vision and shout, "You have no right to call me that!"
"Narcissa," he says slowly, confusedly. "I don't understand. What-"
"I'm not an idiot you know," I hiss. "I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find out?"
"I don't-"
"Anita," I growl at him and his eyes widen. "When were you planning to tell me you're dating that cow?"
"Listen Cissy," he takes a step forward, "it's not what you think. Just give me a chance to explain."
"I thought you were my friend." Okay, this emotional roller coaster needs to stop. I can feel all my anger seep out of me and in its wake I'm left with nothing bur absolute devastation. I really had thought we were friends and the loss of our friendship is killing me. "I thought you cared about me."
"I do," Lucius says and steps up to me. With a sigh, he cocks his head in that utterly adorable way of his and reaches out to caress my cheek with his fingertips. "I do care about you."
"No," I shake my head and force myself to take a step back from him. His close proximity always has a way of affecting me (whether it's causing me to think homicidal thoughts or, more recently, giving me butterflies) and right now my head is swimming. "You took advantage of me last night. Juliet said…" Why is everything suddenly going fuzzy around the edges? "She said you would hurt me and…"
"Narcissa?"
"And I should have…."
The last thing I hear before I black out is the sound of Lucius' frantic calls for help.