Okay, it's for chapters like these that this is rated M. It's not completely lemons, but there is a sprinkling of it in there, so if you don't like that, DON'T READ. Again, thanks for your support guys! This fic was only going to be a few chapters long… but I still have at least two up my sleeve, so watch this space… ;)
The match had been rather a splendid one, Narcissa had to admit. When Lucius had first suggested going to the final game of the cup, she had been dubious. She didn't like big crowds at the best of times, and the thought of losing Draco sometime during the day haunted her; he wasn't the most careful of boys and it reminded her of the time Bellatrix had led her astray once in their childhood. But Lucius, being a Malfoy, ploughed through with the idea and bestowed a very large, very public, donation to St Mungo's and naturally – as Lucius knew he would – Cornelius Fudge, in return, bestowed two tickets to Lucius to the Minister's box for the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final. Lucius even managed to wangle a third ticket, much to his wife's amazement.
"Father, did you see him?" Draco said excitedly as they strode with the crowds back through the camp, the Irish around them chatting and laughing loudly, bottles of Firewhiskey and Butter Beer already being cracked open as the leprechauns whizzed around their heads, turning the inky sky green.
Lucius was grinning ear to ear. "Krum was most spectacular, yes."
He pulled Narcissa closer to him happily and kissed her neck. She batted him away playfully, laughing. Nothing put Lucius on a high like a good Quidditch game.
"Oh, must you?" Draco moaned, turning to see his parents' embrace. "You're killing my buzz."
"Don't whinge, Draco," Narcissa told him with a smile as they reached their tent. "It's a most unbecoming."
He stuck his tongue out and ducked inside, ignoring the white peacocks that matched the splendid silk hangings of their large tent. Lucius stepped aside, indicating for Cissy to enter first. Just as she reached out a hand to pull aside the drapes, she looked around. All about her, people were celebrating, sparks were exploding into the air and music and singing floated across the exuberant camp. The night was alive.
Narcissa stepped into the tent and glanced around, calling for the house elf. The creature came skidding round the corner from the dining area, nearly catching her toes under the Indian carpet as she hurried to Narcissa.
"Yes Mistress?" she squeaked, her large blue eyes looking fearful.
"Take some rolls and pumpkin juice to Draco before he goes to sleep," she commanded, unhooking her cloak from her neck as Lucius took it off her shoulders, hanging it in the coat closet next to the opening of the tent. "And then you are done for the evening. You may sleep on one of the large sofa cushions tonight, and take a towel from the kitchen if you get cold."
The elf's eyes grew wide and her mouth hung open for a second. "Mistress is very kind!" the elf chirped, daring to smile for a moment before scurrying through the opening at the other end of the tent's corridor (that looked more like a grand entrance hall than anything else) towards the kitchen.
"You're too kind to her," Lucius murmured, standing behind her and resting his chin on her shoulder, his hands creeping around her waist. She smiled and leant her head against his.
"Draco, are you going to bed?" she called out, removing her gloves and flinging them towards a side table, most aware of Lucius' wandering hands as they crept up her sides.
"Not for a while yet, Mother," came the reply, "and Blaize just sent over an owl – he and his family are celebrating tonight, can I go?"
"All the more room for us," Lucius whispered quietly in her ear, nipping at it gently. She let out a small laugh and squirmed in his arms, pulling them tighter around her as his lips traced down to her neck, kissing softly as he went.
"Of course darling, just be careful," she called back, only just managing to keep her voice steady as Lucius' kisses became less delicate, his arms tightening around her. "And send over an owl if you need anything."
"I'll go out the back," Draco drawled and moments later they heard the loud rustlings of the silken fabrics that covered the tent's interior. Narcissa closed her eyes, silently thanking Draco for not walking in on his parents in such an intimate embrace.
"Lucius," she moaned as his hands skilfully slid open the buttons of her jacket, his mouth still at her neck. Her arms reached up behind her and her hands slid into his hair, fingers knotting in the blonde strands as her jacket fell open.
A loud clatter came from the kitchen quickly followed with a small cry from the elf. Lucius, who would have normally stormed into the room and beaten the clumsy creature, ignored it completely and took hold of his wife's hands, pulling them away from his hair and taking them in his own. Narcissa let out a quiet moan and turned her face towards his. His eyes slid open, her face millimetres from his own and her gaze lingering at his mouth. Lucius looked up for a moment, suddenly painfully aware that they were still stood directly in the doorway of the tent and stepped away from her towards their chamber. She stood still in the dim light of the lamps and Lucius couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath. Her deep red jacket hung open revealing nothing but a thin shirt over her slender torso, her hair beginning to fall out of its neat bun on one side. Her eyes were hazy in the faint glow as she looked him in the eye across the hall.
"You're beautiful," he sighed quietly, a slight smile playing on his lips. Narcissa walked slowly towards him, not breaking eye contact and took his strong hands in her own. She held them tight and led him to their chamber. The area was draped in silks and tapestries of all bright colours, the floor covered in rich rugs and furs from the East and their bed raised only a few inches from the ground, covered in cushions. The fabric fell back into place as Lucius stepped through the opening and he dropped his cloak where he stood. Narcissa watched him intently and stepped towards him. She ran her hands across his shoulders, down his strong back and over his waist, pulling him closer to her. Lucius closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath as he felt his wife press herself completely against him. Despite their twenty years together, Lucius adored Narcissa as much, if not more than, that first day in the Quidditch stands. They had their ups and downs, much like anyone else in a marriage, but there was never a day when Lucius had wanted anyone but her; she was the best thing about him.
Cissy turned her face to Lucius and began kissing his shoulders softly, working her way up to his neck and tugged at his jacket, pushing it away. Soon, he stood in her arms, his clothes at his feet and his eyes on her. She pulled away again and titled her head up to him, standing up on her toes so as to reach him. She kissed his lips softly, easing them apart slightly and ran her fingers over his hard torso. Lucius shivered at her cold touch and pushed her clothes away from her body with ease, their kiss never broken. A small moan escaped her mouth as his hands caressed her shoulders, chest and waist and slowly they backed towards the bed. Cissy's ankle hit the back of the bed and she pulled away from his mouth, kissing down his neck, chest and stomach before falling back onto the bed. Her hair sprawled against the cushion her head rested on, her naked body elegant in the dim light. Lucius' eyes grew wide at her invitation so erotically given as her eyes bore into his and he knelt down in the mattress. He crawled towards her and ran a finger down from her chin, down her chest and crept between her legs. Her eyes closed and her breathing became heavier as he teased her. Another hand came up and began rubbing her breast gently. Her head turned towards him and she pressed her open mouth to his, running her tongue against his.
"Stop teasing me," she moaned, pulling his hands away as the knot grew tighter in her stomach. His grey eyes opened and he gazed at her for a moment. He could never quite fathom what he had done to deserve her in his life, but it must have been something good.
He shifted himself towards her and buried himself within her heat as a small cry escaped her lips. He pushed into her again and again, each time bringing a sweeter moan from her and the tension between them steadily grew. Finally, with a final thrust, Narcissa's world shattered around her and she gasped his name as he came a moment later.
The strength from his body went out and he collapsed on her, rolling off onto the cushions and groping for a blanket to cover the pair. There they lay for a long time, murmuring the odd word and playing with their hands. Each time was like the first time with them, but better.
After a while, they heard a hoot from outside their curtains and Lucius reluctantly got up to fetch whatever the owl had. He pulled aside the drapes to a letter on the floor in Draco's writing.
"What does Draco want at this hour?" Lucius asked, slightly groggy at the prospect of demands from their son as he walked back to the bed where she was sat.
"Let me read it," Narcissa said, holding out her hand and letting the blanket drop from her body for a moment. Lucius' eyes roamed her for a moment and she couldn't help but smile and pulled up the blanket again, slightly embarrassed. He handed her the letter and sat back down as her eyes quickly scanned the parchment.
"Well?" he asked lazily, tracing the outside of her thigh with his finger through the thin blanket.
"Draco's written about the others' plans for tonight," she replied with a hint of worry in her voice.
"Oh? Are they more important than what I may have in plan?" he drawled, glancing round at her. He noticed the frown on her face. "Cissy, what is it?"
"Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Macnair and others… from the old days. They want to go Muggle-baiting tonight."
Lucius' eyes lit up. "Tonight?"
"Lucius, it's too dangerous," she cautioned. "The Ministry is everywhere, we'll get caught! What of Draco if we get caught? We've spent so long hiding our past from him, from everyone; you want to blow it all on one round of Muggle-baiting?"
"Cissy, it's been so long. We won't get caught and besides, we have our masks still. We'll be at the centre, no one will touch us!" His eyes glinted with excitement. "Draco can wait in the woods, he'll be safe there."
Narcissa considered for a moment, worried of the consequences, but Lucius' excitement was infectious. He looked at her with pleading eyes and she, with the thoughts of the past hour still fresh inside of her, succumbed to his wishes within moments.
They hastily pulled on their black robes and grabbed their masks. Pausing by the back exit of the tent, Narcissa looked towards the sitting area and saw the house elf sleeping silently on one of the cushions, curled up under a tea towel. Her jaw set, and she followed her husband into the night.
They wove quietly in and out of tents, ignoring the green-clad Irish fans that were singing raucously as they staggered through the camp and shied away from the sparks of red that issued into the sky like fireworks from the Bulgarians, hurrying quickly towards the Zabini tent that was almost as grand as the manor. They ducked inside and stepped into the hallway.
Narcissa grabbed Lucius' arm. "You're sure about this?" she asked quietly.
"Of course," he replied confidently and took her hand, striding into the next room. Draco was sat in the far corner with Blaize Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle as the group from the old days sat leisurely in the middle.
"And here they are, the Golden Duo," drawled Macnair, who was sat next to the exquisite Anita Zabini.
"I hardly think we were called that, Walden," Lucius replied loftily. "We were no Lestranges."
Narcissa glanced warily towards her son, but it didn't appear that he had any recognition of his aunt's name.
"Are you ready for this then?" Macnair asked, twiddling his moustache in his fingers, a twinkle in his eye.
"Of course," Lucius retorted, pulling his wand out from his robes. "And what is the course of action?"
"We go down to the Muggle's house on the edge of the camp and extract the man and his family," Anita said in her cold, high voice, a nasty smile on her face. "We then parade them through the camp, and show the Ministry to whom the real power belongs."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "And to whom does it belong?"
"Those of most noble blood decent, of course," she replied, sticking her chin out arrogantly.
"Perhaps you'd better leave this to those of who know what we're doing," Lucius drawled nastily. "I don't remember you partaking in much of the Dark Lord's doings."
"Perhaps you should have spent less time worrying about that weak wife of yours and focused more on your surroundings," replied Anita acidly.
Lucius' face darkened completely and he pointed his wand at the woman in front of him furiously.
"Lucius," Narcissa said sharply, laying a hand on his arm. "Let's keep to the task at hand, shall we?"
Anita glanced at Narcissa disapprovingly but nodded and stepped swiftly out of the tent, Macnair and the others hot on her heels.
"I never had much time for that woman," Lucius said darkly as they followed behind the group.
"Ignore her, she's bitter that after seven husbands not even one truly loved her and all she has to show for it is a few Galleons," she replied bitterly. "And if I remember correctly she only went on three raids."
The camp was still very much awake; leprechauns flew in formation, spelling out rude words over the Bulgarian tents and scattering gold over the Irish as merry singing could be heard from all directions. The dark group made their way quickly and quietly towards the Muggle house. They arrived, far from the hullabaloo of the camp, and looked at the stone building. A faint glow could be seen from one of the upper windows and down in what looked like a sitting room sat two people, one man, one woman, and a sheep-dog.
Lucius strutted ahead and stopped in front of the wooden door. He pointed his wand at it and it burst open. Crabbe and Goyle hurried in after him, grunting in appreciation and through the windows the rest of the group could see Lucius standing in the living room, talking at the couple who were now standing together. Their faces weren't visible, but they must have said something obscure as Lucius smirked. He left the room as Crabbe and Goyle set their wands on the couple, levitating them off the ground in their pyjamas. They burst out of the front door, each controlling one Muggle, making them spin as they waddled gleefully back to the group. Macnair hooted his appreciation and Zabini sent up a Babbling Curse so the woman's cries were turned into ridiculous words. Upstairs, the light went out and moments later Lucius emerged holding the ears of two children. They screamed and tried to fight him off; he let them go for a moment, grinning and sent a Confundus charm at the little boy. He stopped in his tracks and looked around, most befuddled, and the small crowed cackled with laughter. Still smirking, Lucius cast a spell on both children and pointed his wand at the sky, sending the two children alongside their parents.
With wands pointing at the family, the group huddled together and began moving to the camp, masks on and with Lucius and Narcissa right in the middle. They were both caught up in the excitement of it all and as more and more people joined their march through the camp, the atmosphere grew. With each new member the spells grew crueller and the Ministry effort to disperse the group grew greater. Those on the outside sent curses into the camp, Stunning officials and spectators alike and engulfing many tents in flame on their rampage.
Cissy looked around the group and laughed along with the rest of them, remembering how empowering it had felt to be part of such an influential group. It wasn't until she looked beyond the family in the sky did reality hit her once more.
She screamed, a blood curling scream as fear exploded within her. There, curling up in the inky black sky was the green, serpentine image that had ruined her life. People all around her in the group stared at her as her face was contorted with terror and they quickly turned to see what she was looking at. It all happened very fast.
"The Dark Mark!" screamed people all about her. "He's back; You-Know-Who's back!"
Lucius grabbed Cissy by the arm, the Muggles all but forgotten, and dragged her towards the woods. They ran as fast as they could, swerving in and out of the crowd until they saw Draco. His face was white and he ran into his mother's outstretched arms. Lucius' face was that of shock and he wrapped his arm around Cissy, not quite sure what to do. The Mark on his arm wasn't burning, wasn't even black, but he knew something was wrong.
Something was very, very wrong.
I do feel bad for Lucius and Narcissa and I do love them, but as this chapter hopefully illustrated, it's not like they were forced into the Dark Arts and to Voldy. But we love them anyway, because at least they still have noses.