Please everyone keep in mind that this is an M rated fic. I felt I should remind you, considering the content of this chapter, that it was written for people over the age of sixteen and should not be read by children. Thank you.

Lucius wasn't sure how long he stood there, staring at the entrance to the common room with disbelief, as though hoping that she would spring back out and say, "Ha ha, only kidding."

But no such thing happened.

He was unable to process what had just happened- his mind was still waiting with breathless anticipiation to kiss her, to feel her lips soft and pliant beneath his- and yet she was gone. He was not kissing her. Something did not make sense, did not add up. He'd wanted to kiss her, had been about to, and yet now was not... What had just happened?

"You lost or what, Malfoy?" Bellatrix and Rodolphus rounded the corner. Bella had one arm around his waist, and Rodolphus was resting his hand somewhere too low to be her back.

"I- No, of course not. Quintaped," he added, and the entrance swung open.

"Hey, Lucius, wait," Rodolphus caught he arm and dragged him back. "You go ahead, gorgeous," he encouraged when Bellatrix paused. "I'll only be a second."

She nodded and vanished, and he turned back to Lucius eagerly. "So, how did it go?"

"How did what go?"

Rodolphus stared at him incredulously. "The date, you moron. Remember Narcissa? Narcissa Black?"

"Oh," he replied vaguely, staring at some indistinct point over his friend's shoulder. "It went well."

"Did it?"

"Mhmm." He nodded in confirmation. "Yep. Wonderfully."

"S'at so? Where is she, then?"

"Er... Napping."

"Napping?"

"That's right. She was tired."

"Because you were boring? Or because you've already fucked her to the point of exhaustion and now she's recuperating?"

"Er... The second one."

"You didn't fuck her."

"No," he sighed in defeat, "I didn't."

"She's not recuperating."

"No, she isn't."

"She didn't even kiss you, did she?"

"Piss off, Rodolphus."

Rodolphus laughed loudly, but Lucius cut him off.

"I need help."

"Oh, I know that, but I'm not qualified to give the kind of help you need. There are witches and wizards who devote their entire lives to studying cases like you."

"Fuck you. Seriously, shut up. I need you to have Bellatrix to find out what it is that I have to do to get on Narcissa's good side."

"You mean get into Narcissa's knickers?"

"Precisely."

"You really think Bella's going to tell you the best way to get her precious, virtuous little sister naked?"

"Yes."

"No."

"You could at least try."

"And why would I want to do that, Malfoy?"

"Because I'll kick you off the Quidditch team if you don't."

Rodolphus yawned at the empty threat. "No, you won't."

"I'll give the sixth years you pay to do your homework detention every night of the week so they don't have time to do it."

"I'll get the Snape kid to do it instead. You can't throw the whole house in detention."

Lucius narrowed his eyes. "If you don't do this for me, I'll tell everyone that you drank that Shrinking potion in third year that didn't have any effect but to make your dick the size of an inch worm, and you didn't notice for three hours."

Rodolphus seemed to have lost all the blood from his face. "You swore you'd never tell anyone about that."

Lucius examined his fingernails in a supremely unconcerned manner, having gained the upper hand in the argument. "Yeah, well, I lied, didn't I? But if you just do this one tiny little favor for me, no one need know."

Rodolphus glared.

"Just ask your dear Bellatrix what Narcissa's weakness is. Find out what she'll fall for, and I'll never bring up the Shrinking Incident again."

"Fine, you two-faced, backstabbing bastard."

"Thanks a lot, mate," Lucius replied with a grin.

"Did you have fun with Malfoy today?" Bellatrix strolled carelessly into her sister's dormitory and flopped gracefully on her bed.

"Oh... oh yes, it was very nice." Narcissa lingered in front of the mirror, having changed back into her school robes and was now fixing her hair.

"Really? You don't sound like you thought it was nice."

"It was... we're going out again next Hogsmeade weekend. I'm quite pleased."

"Cissy," Bellatrix sat upright. "If you were truly happy about it, you wouldn't have to state the fact."

"It's just..." she paused, clearly struggling with her thoughts. "Well, he's quite good-looking, isn't he?" she flushed, but pressed on. "And he was dating that Francesca for the longest time, and then one day they just weren't dating and he was asking me out. It's a bit strange is all. He's very... self-assured? No, that's not the word I want-"

"Arrogant?" offered Bellatrix, helpfully.

"Well... well, perhaps, a bit. I just worry that... I don't know... He didn't know me very well when he asked me out, did he? I can't help but to think..."

"Did he touch you, Cissy?" Bellatrix was on her feet now, wand drawn and eyes flashing menacingly.

"No! No, it was nothing like that. Oh, calm down, Bella. No, sit down and put your wand away, I don't want you to curse him."

"Fine." Bellatrix obeyed with a haughty little scowl, but added, "if he does, just let me know, and he's dead."

"The thing is, I... I rather wanted to kiss him. I mean, it's not as though I've never kissed boys after the first date, but I'm just worried. I... I don't know what to think!" she sat down with a dramatic little sigh beside her sister.

"I think that he likes you, Cissy. He's been so rude to Francesca lately, it's obvious he was sick of her. And you had a good time too, right? Malfoy can wait, there's no need to be rushing in to whatever he asks of you."

"You think?"

"I do."

Lucius and Narcissa did not speak to one another often over the next few days, but this was not too unusual. They did not have any classes together, nor any shared friends, and Narcissa simply wasn't comfortable with the idea of approaching the spot where he sat with Bella and Rodolphus each night in the Common Room. However, Lucius always had a warm smile for her whenever their eyes met, and she felt reassured; perhaps he had not been so angered that she'd run off after their date, after all.

Narcissa was also relieved to see that Francesca stayed away, too. It seemed that their relationship truly had ended; there were no stolen glances nor heated words between her and Lucius, and she did not approach Bellatrix or Rodolphus, either. She and Bella were in the same year and dating a set of best friends, and their proximity over the years had been simply due to convenience. Neither girl thought much of the other, but were always civil for the sake of Rodolphus and Lucius. However, Francesca had her own friends, friends who were happy to welcome her back into the close bonds that single girls tend to form.

Francesca did not tell anyone that she and Lucius were not actually broken up. Word spread far too quickly in the dungeons, and she did not want the situation to be made permanent. Once they were wed, her hold on him would be less tenuous; any mistresses he chose to keep would know he was a married man and would act accordingly.

It was one of her favorite daydreams, thinking about being the next Mrs. Malfoy. She loved his home and his parents, and knew they would have just the most splendid sons. She would have a new gown every day, and spend her time thinking of nothing but shopping and scandal and soirees. Despite her Pure blood, her family's wealth had been diminishing over the years- as a child, she had vowed that when she grew up, she would always have the finest of everything, no matter the cost. Lucius would give her all that and more, and she couldn't wait until his interest Narcissa Black fled and he was all hers again.

Lucius had been carefully planning his next course of action for almost a week now. Bellatrix's help had been highly inconclusive- from what he could determine, Narcissa was merely confused. Understandable, of course: Lucius recognized that he was very attractive and befuddlingly charming, and no doubt the poor girl had simply been so overwhelmed by his attentions that she panicked.

This was what Lucius told himself over and over again as he placed an order to Filibuster's and hunted down the captains to each House's team to give each a very strict warning in regards to Thursday night. With that out of the way, he waited until nearly eleven at night to approach Narcissa in the Common Room as she pored over parchments and books.

"Hello," he murmured, sliding into the seat beside her and offering a quick smile. She glanced up and returned the expression. "I've noticed you stay up rather late- are you tired?"

"Oh no, not at all. I prefer the night, actually, and need surprisingly little sleep."

Lucius swallowed. "Er..." He'd had something to say. What had it been? He couldn't remember now, not when all he could imagine was staying up with her long nights. "Be that as it may... Would you like to go for a walk?"

"A walk?" she frowned. "It's a bit late for a walk, isn't it?"

"Not at all," he assured her.

"Well... alright, then. Where are we going to go?"

Lucius gave her his most mysterious smile. "It's a surprise."

"Er..." she looked doubtful, but finally nodded and rose. "Alright, then."

He led her eagerly out of the Common Room, and up out of the dungeons. She did not protest until they arrived at the front doors.

"Lucius, you must be joking. We can't go outside," she protested. "We're supposed to be setting good examples. We'll be in so much trouble-"

"Narcissa," he interrupted with a smirk. "I never get in trouble, and I never get caught. Come along, now."

Narcissa hovered indecisively on the threshold for a moment while Lucius strode confidently into the darkness. Taking a deep breath, she scurried after him.

"Why do we need to be out here?" she hissed, jumping as something rustled to her left.

"I told you, it's a surprise. Calm down," he instructed her, reaching out to take her gently by the elbow. "We're almost there."

Through the blackness, Narcissa could discern the looming shape of the quidditch pitch. "I hope this doesn't have anything to do with broomsticks, because I don't fly," she announced with growing trepidation.

"Don't worry," he replied with lazy supremacy to her obvious fear. "You'll be staying on your feet tonight." Or on your back...

"Oh." As she exhaled, Narcissa visibly relaxed. "Alright, then."

They arrived at the gates to the stadium which were, quite visibly, locked. Before she could argue this time, Lucius drew a set of keys from his pocket. "Captain's privilege," he said with a wink.

Lucius still felt no apparent need to light a wand as he led them up to the Slytherin section of the stands, helping her carefully up the steps. "In the front, here."

Narcissa sat down, looking about curiously. She'd never sat in the front row before, as it was a space reserved for team members and their guests (generally girlfriends) during the matches between the other Houses, and for seventh year students when Slytherin was playing.

"Any minute now," he assured her, settling on the bench beside her.

She nodded, shivering a bit as the cold began to settle around them.

"You're cold," Lucius realized with dismay. He was not wearing a jacket, and could hardly offer her his shirt.

Could he?

No, no, don't be ridiculous.

"I suppose I wasn't expecting to be outside," she replied, and he thought he heard a veiled note of accusation in her voice.

Fuck. This had been a bad idea. He should have guessed she wouldn't have tolerated the rule-breaking part, although it hadn't crossed his mind during the preparations. She would resent him for making her come out here, and wouldn't enjoy herself at all. He should have known that he'd royally fuck up any romantic thing he tried to organize, it simply wasn't within his skill set to be warm and fuzzy!

Lucius frowned as frustration welled in him, and was surprised when Narcissa noticed.

"Are you alright?"

"You're right, this is a stupid idea, and now you're cold- we should just go back inside." He made to rise, but Narcissa placed a hand on his wrist.

"I'm out here, aren't I? I want to see the surprise."

Her fingers on his skin were distracting him. "If... If you're sure," he answered at last, eyes glued to the three neatly manicured nails resting on his arm.

"Good," she said cheerfully, withdrawing the hand. Lucius felt his shoulders slump fractionally with disappointment. He settled back beside her, and almost at one, her head perked up.

"What was that?" She studied the field, sure that she'd seen a flash of light. "Is there someone else here?"

Suddenly, the pitch exploded in dazzling color as the first firework set off. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she gave a delighted little 'oh!' before relaxing back onto the bench.

Colors sparkled and whizzed through the air, exploding in an array of breathtaking light showers. Narcissa watched with obvious pleasure, but Lucius couldn't tear his eyes from her face. He was aware of the fireworks only because they reflected in her eyes, and their colors glowed in the hues of her skin. He memorized every detail of her face, trying to discern exactly what it was that made her so captivating.

She turned her head to flash him as grin, but paused when she realized he wasn't watching the show he'd so carefully prepared.

"Lucius, what is it?"

"I want you," he whispered hoarsely pulling her close and sliding his hands through her hair, showering her with kisses. "I want you more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. I want you on your back with your legs spread, while I push into you slowly until you scream my name. I want you on your knees with that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my dick, sucking me until I explode down your throat. I want to look into your eyes when you come for the first time."

Her eyes shone, and she leaned forward to breathe against his neck, "Well why didn't you just say so?"

"Is there something on my face?" Narcissa had reached up self-consciously, and Lucius blinked hard, forcing himself back to reality.

"No," he managed to assure her. "You're very beautiful, Narcissa," he told her abruptly, meaning it more as an excuse than a compliment, but she beamed shyly anyway.

"Thank you." She turned back to the fireworks, shivering a bit once more.

An idea occurred to Lucius. Did he dare? He wouldn't want to upset her, but she was chilly and it would almost seem chivalrous...

While she was distracted, he carefully let his arm slide around her shoulders. His heart was pounding with nerves, and he was sure she would shove him away and storm back to the castle. He was an idiot for trying, it would get him nowhere-

Immediately, Narcissa curled up to his warmth, resting her head against his chest. Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly realized the introduced a whole new array of problems.

Just think of something else. Think of... The giant squid. Think of making toast. Wearing socks. Getting hit with bludgers in the crotch (fuck Rodolphus, he did that on purpose). Taking cold showers. Soap. Bubbles. Narcissa in the bathtub the first time I saw her. Fuck, no, not that. Think of... er... practicing the piano. Playing the piano while Narcissa is draped across it naked. No, not that either! Divination class. Shopping. Breaking bones. Breaking bones and having Narcissa take care of m- NO. Er... Doorknobs. Taking exams. Eating crackers. Eating pomegranates. Watching Narcissa eat pomegranates and licking the juice of her chin. Licking Narcissa's throat, breasts, thighs- FUCK, I CAN'T DO THIS!

"This is really lovely," she sighed happily.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," he managed through gritted teeth. Content, she shifted against him, and Lucius forced himself to breathe regularly.

"It was very thoughtful of you," she continued, lifting he face to gaze up at him.

They were so close now. And she didn't seem to have any intentions of running away. Keeping his eyes on her carefully, searching for signs that she was about to flee, he leaned forward. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she tilted her head back, waiting. He felt a swoop of elation in his gut, he was going to kiss her at last-

There was a small cough behind them, and they sprang apart, whirling around. In the top row of the benches, in a shadowed corner, Professor Dumbledore sat, watching them appraisingly with a vague smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Miss Black. How are you both?"

They stared at him, speechless.

"I was just in my study, preparing to select a final lemon drop before bed, when I saw a most curious thing upon the grounds. To my knowledge, there were no events this evening that might call for Filibuster's finest, so I came down here to investigate... Quite a fine selection you ordered, Mr. Malfoy." He rose, and made a sweeping gesture towards the exist. "But now I think it is time that we each made our ways to our respective beds," he gave them a rather meaningful look. "So you we can all be up bright and early tomorrow for our duties."

He smiled warmly, ushering them out.