Warning: Just another one for you guys, there's drug use in addition to the usual stuff :p
Party at Evan's. 11.
Lucius looked up with a grin. Rodolphus's hurried scrawl suggested that he'd just heard and hastened to share.
"Hey, Cissa," he called crossing his room and knocking on her door.
"Come in!" she called brightly. He pushed open the door to find her wearing a towel and nothing else. For a moment his reason for entering slipped his mind- and here he'd though that would stop once they started having sex. Not that he was complaining, of course.
"What is it?"
"Er... party," he managed at last, crossing the space between them in three strides and kissing her deeply. "But we don't have to go. We can stay here."
"No, I like parties."
Not Evan's, he thought quickly, but did not add this. Evan Rosier's parties were infamous, but tales of them had probably not reached Narcissa's innocent ears- as he considered them, he kissed the lobe of each one.
"Then get dressed, pet. We need to leave in an hour."
She glanced at the timepiece on the mantle above her fireplace. "We leave at eleven? Tonight? That's a bit late, isn't is?"
He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Sweetheart, you need to get out more. Yes, eleven. Go on, then," he grinned and yanked her towel away. "Go get ready."
She blushed at his appraising, hungry stare, but moved to retrieve her clothes nonetheless.
"Will this be alright?" she asked, holding her robe up before her body, somewhat protectively.
"Of course. And we won't be Apparating, by the way."
"Oh? How will we get there? And why won't we be Apparating?"
"I'll call for a pair of thestrals and a carriage. And," he added with a wink, "you'll see why later tonight."
"Lucius! Cissy!" Rodolphus called out at they headed across the broad lawn of the Rosier Estate. Bellatrix waved as well, and the two couples met on the walkway winding up towards the manor. "Made it alright then?"
"Wouldn't miss one of Evan's parties, would I?" Lucius countered, grinning and not mentioning how'd he'd gladly done so if Narcissa had preferred it.
"S'pose not. Got Cissy to come too, I see?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. The two sisters had fallen in step behind them, and were chatting happily.
Lucius smirked and laced his fingers, stretching his arms out before him so the knuckles cracked. "Hell yes I did," he said in a wicked undertone. "About five times in the past twenty four hours, as a matter of fact."
Rodolphus's jaw dropped, and he gave a whoop. "Congratulations, mate!" he laughed. "Finally. Shit, I didn't think you were ever going to-"
"Hey, shut up, yeah?" he muttered, jerking his head towards the Black girls, who had stopped speaking at Rodolphus's outburst.
"Yeah, sorry, mate," Rodolphus apologized, dropping his tone. The girls resumed chatting. "So, how was she?"
"Worth the bloody wait. Not to say, of course, that I don't still regret waiting-"
"Did she cry? She looks like a crier."
"Er, not really. Teared up a bit, only for the first moment though. Merlin, I thought you were exaggerating when you said she'd be tight, but... damn. Did Bella cry?"
Rodolphus snorted. "Are you kidding? She slapped me for hurting her, thought about it for a moment, then said 'harder.'"
"She's psychotic, you know that?"
Rodolphus shrugged, unconcerned. Lucius returned the topic to Narcissa.
"Anyway, thanks for the tip about giving her a bath, too- we fucked in the tub again, and- you're not going to believe this- but she woke me up in the morning by telling me to get in the shower with her, but then decided she was too sore; I, obviously, was a bit put out, but then she actually got on her knees and started sucking my dick, like it was the most natural thing in the world and she didn't even have to think twice!"
"Does she give good head?" Rodolphus asked with a trace of irony.
"Hey, don't ask like that- It wasn't her fault she'd never done it before, and she was very open to...er... guidance. So yes. It was good."
"I once had a girl bite me. Seemed to think that if I didn't mind her biting my neck, I wouldn't mind biting elsewhere."
"She didn't bite me," Lucius replied, aghast. "She was just a bit timid. Fast learner, though."
"So, you were actually able to control yourself long enough to get her to finish too? That's impressive, considering how long you waited."
"Yeah, I know," Lucius smirked.
"Well, I guess Bella and I both lose, then."
"Lose what?"
"Well, she thought you'd cum in your pants before you even got the chance to get inside of little Cissy; I had more confidence, though. I bet her you'd get inside of her. For a couple seconds, anyway."
"Oh, fuck you," Lucius snapped, wishing, as he often did, that he was taller than Rodolphus so he could glare down at the other boy.
"I mean," Rodolphus continued, ignoring the interjection, "I was closer, so maybe that still counts."
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"-he was just so sweet and romantic about the whole thing, Bella. He told me he loved me and afterwards filled up a bubble bath for us, and we stayed there for hours, just talking and enjoying each other's company, and it was absolutely perfect."
"Really? Romantic? That doesn't sound much like Malfoy."
"Oh but Bella he was he was just so gentle and careful and he tried so hard not to hurt me- he was an absolute darling the whole time, so much more patient than I would have expected, too."
Up ahead, Lucius shoved Rodolphus, who responded by easily knocking him over. Narcissa gave a little gasp but Rodolphus quickly pulled him back to his feet, laughing. Lucius glanced over his shoulder, looking somewhat embarrassed, but Narcissa smiled at him and he grinned back. Their gaze lasted a moment too long and Lucius, not watching where he was stepping, stumbled over a hidden rock. Rodolphus grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling again.
"Anyway," Narcissa dropped her voice as the boys began to talk again. "It was perfect"
.
"Fuck." Rodolphus was staring at him, incredulous. "What the hell was that?"
"It's dark, alright?" he replied defensively.
"No, not that... You're going to marry her, Lucius," he told him seriously.
"I- what would make you think that?"
"You just are. You-"
"Er..." Narcissa paused. "What is that?"
They all stopped, listening.
"That rumbling... what is it?"
Bellatrix understood first. "Cissy, that's the bass," she laughed. "Evan's got music on."
"Oh," Narcissa murmured, looking embarrassed. Lucius smiled and took her hand.
"It's alright, pet," he assured her as they reached the from entry. Narcissa moved forward to knock, but Lucius stopped her. "Down here," he gestured to a narrow staircase hidden behind some shrubbery and heading down to the foundation of the house. She eyed it mistrustfully.
"Come on, Cissy," Bellatrix shook her head mockingly. "Scared?"
"Of course not, she sniffed haughtily, but held Lucius's hand a bit tighter. They moved quietly down the steps, which were wide enough for only one at a time. The rhythmic thumping of the stereo became more pronounced here, and Narcissa could begin to distinguish a tune. However, nothing could have prepared her for the scene within when Rodolphus opened the door.
The music blared here, a deafening beat and enough obscenities to cause her to blush. Though it was dim within, she could still clearly see the crowd of grinding young men and women in the center- far worse than the party Rodolphus had thrown in the Common Room that time. The moment she passed the threshold, the heat of a hundred- two hundred, three hundred, she couldn't tell- bodies raised the cool spring air to a sweltering temperature. A bottle was immediately thrust into her hand from an unidentifiable source. Above all, the scent of something unidentifiable hung heavily over the whole picture- it make her head feel terribly strange.
"Fuck yeah!" Rodolphus bellowed, scarcely audible over the music. Narcissa looked over, and he seemed to be doing something rather odd: Having rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, he had removed his belt and was now wrapping it around his upper arm, pulling it tight as he approached a group of individuals off to a darkened corner. However, Bellarix grabbed his collar and pulled back sharply.
"Knock it off, Roddy!" she snarled, eyeing the group with disgust.
"But Bella, they've got the Muggle stuff," he pleaded. "C'mon love, I won't get carried away-"
"Of course you will!" she snapped. "Come dance with me."
He shrugged, seeing this as an acceptable substitute, and vanished with her into the other couples.
"Rodolphus would be hardcore into drugs of your sister would let him," Lucius called, making himself audible over the music.
"Hey, Lucius!" Evan materialized next to them, grinning. His bronze hair was damp with sweat, and a disheveled girl Narcissa didn't recognize clung to his arm. "Aren't you hot, wearing all that?" he asked, nodding to Narcissa's robes and taking a deep swig from the bottle in his hand. Before she could reply, he continued, "You guys having a good time? This is L- er... Lien-hua. She just got here from China- doesn't speak much English... I just call her Lee." He nodded and lifted his other hand to his lips. Narcissa saw that he was holding some sort of stubby cigarette between two fingers, and when he exhaled, the strange scent that hung over the whole space swamped her senses. She blinked rapidly and stepped back, and Lucius placed a steadying hand on her back, laughing.
The music changed, and Evan shouted, "Well you two have fun!" before leading Lee away. She gave a friendly wave over her shoulder, and then the pair was gone.
'D'you want me to take you home?" Lucius asked, as quietly as possible as he saw her face.
"Er... no," she decided after a pause.
"Great." His face split into a grin, and nodded to the bottle she still unconsciously clutched. "Try a beer."
"Beer?" she echoed, looking down at the bottle.
"It's not as sharp as firewhiskey- not as strong, either."
"Is this was Rodolphus talking about, 'Muggle stuff'?"
"Partly. Muggles have stronger drugs than any illegal potions Rod can get his hands on. But don't touch those. Just try a beer."
"No, thanks."
"Promise it won't kill you, Cissy."
Narcissa hesitated, full of misgivings. "Er... Alright. In a moment. I need to use the powder room first. Could you direct me to one?"
Lucius gestured obscurely, and she thanked him- really, she only needed to be out of his sight long enough to transfigure her beer to water.
"Hey, Lucius. Long time, no see."
Lucius turned at the sound of the seductive, husky purr in his ear.
"We shouldn't be seen speaking, Francesca," he told her succinctly, stepping back. She laughed throatily, taking a swig from the bottle in her hand.
"Merlin, I've missed you," she told him, draping an arm around his shoulders.
"Get off of me!" he snapped, attempting to disengage himself. She laughed again, wrapping her other arm around him.
"Dance with me. We used to go to parties like this all the time- it's so boring, not having you around. Aren't you done with her yet?"
"No, and she's here," he snarled. "So get the fuck away from me."
Francesca ignore this command; instead, she twisted her arms forcefully around his neck and brought his lips to hers for a desperate, messy kiss.
Several meters away, Narcissa froze, bottle of water clutched in her hand.
Her first instinct, as she felt hot tears stinging the back of her eyes, was to turn and flee, get a away from this awful party and these horrible people. However, she forced herself to remain rooted in place, refusing to become a shunted cliché. She would see the whole scene play out before she made her decision.
"Get off me!" Lucius roared, audible over the music even to where Narcissa stood. Relief flooded her as he shoved Francesca away, and she moved close.
"Don't you forget," Francesca hissed. "You're still mine and you'd do well to remember it." With a final withering glare, she flounced off into the crowd.
"What did she want?" Narcissa demanded, lacing her arm though his.
Shit. "Look, Narcissa, I swear I wasn't-"
"I know." She silenced him with a tiny peck, but pulled away quickly. "She got lip gloss on you."
Lucius wiped it off hurriedly, guiltily, but Narcissa smiled patiently. "I trust you, Lucius," she assured him.
"Narcissa... Let's get out of here." His voice was constricted, and he wouldn't meet her eyes as he pulled her though the crowd. They burst out into the cool night air, and Narcissa gulped fresh air as her head spun.
"Is something wrong?" Narcissa asked, concerned by his tormented expression as he stared unseeingly up at the stars.
"Why are you so good?" he demanded, tone harsher then he intended. She drew away, startled.
"I'm not sure what you mean," she replied warily.
"You're so sweet, and perfect, and most people are not..." He met her gaze at last. "Narcissa, I'm not."
"Darling," she gave a little laugh, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I told you, I'm not upset. And besides," she looked up at him playfully, batting her eyelashes. "I'm not always good."
He laughed, not really meaning too, but utterly charmed by her attempt at being seductive. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's go out to dinner or something."
The spring holidays ended with warm farewells from Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, and Lucius grinned when they boarded the train. "I'm so glad we survived them," Lucius sighed, curling an arm around her waist. "I can't wait until we're back at the castle."
She shook her head. For all that Lucius complained about his parents, he was clearly very fond of them.
Narcissa smiled and gave him a quick peck. "Lucius, I'm going to go sit with my friends."
He stared at her blankly. "Your... but why?"
She gave a small laugh. "I haven't seen them in a while, and we just spent all of break together. You don't mind, do you?"
"Er..." Yes. "I suppose not."
She stood on her toes to give him another brief peck, before hurrying off. Lucius frowned, watching her retreat with a disappointment he couldn't quite place.
"Hey, mate," Rodolphus appeared, Bellatrix close behind. "Where'd your Cissy go?"
"Apparently... she has friends."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Of course she has friends, you moron-"
"What'd you do to piss her off?" Rodolphus asked at the same moment.
"Nothing!" Lucius insisted. "I've done nothing! I don't know why she's upset." He also did not know why the idea or her being angry with him cause a dull panic in the pit of his stomach, and the undeniable need to hunt her down and force her to explain so he could right whatever wrong he'd done to her. He tried to shrug it off; perhaps she really had just missed her friends. But the lingering fear did not leave for the duration of the trip, and he was clearly uneasy. He even volunteered to patrol the corridor rather than make a lesser Prefect do it, hoping to spot her. After glancing somewhat intrusively in each compartment, he found her at last, crammed in with five of her closest friend and laughing brightly. She didn't notice him, and he hurried on.
Once the train arrived in Hogsmeade, Lucius quickly went to meet Narcissa on the station platform.
"Nice ride?" he asked nervously, gauging her response.
"Of course!" she replied cheerfully, taking his hand. He relaxed slightly. "Yours?"
"Oh, fine. Same as usual. Nothing different than normal." He squeezed her hand a bit more firmly.
"Darling," she gave him a quick peck. "You're hurting my fingers."
"Right, of course," he said hurriedly, releasing her hand. "Shall I help you unpack?" he offered as they entered the Common Room. She shot him a slightly confused look.
"Er... No, I think I've got it. But thanks."
"Right," he repeated. Narcissa frowned curiously at his slightly dejected expression.
"But... You can come with me, if you'd like?"
He brightened at the offer and followed her up to her dorm, immediately reclining upon her bed and watching her with rapt attention, as though waiting for her to speak.
"What is it, Lucius?" she demanded at last. "Why are you acting like this?"
"Why am I? You're the one who's angry."
"I'm not angry," she replied with a confused little laugh. "Darling, I-"
He got up abruptly, grasping her wrist and crushing his lips to hers. She gave a small, startled yelp, but didn't protest as he tugged her down onto the bed, rolling over her and planting his hands on either side of her.
"Why didn't you want to sit with me on the train? Are you upset?" He could not manage to make the question sound offhanded, and Narcissa drew away, surprised.
"We were together every waking- and sleeping, I might add- moment over the holiday. I just wanted to talk to my friends a while, is all." She seemed genuinely taken aback by the question, frustrating Lucius further. Francesca had never felt the need to leave his side for friends, and he didn't know whether or not he entirely believed that Narcissa was being honest.
"I promise, Lucius," she assured him, perhaps sensing his suspicion. "I'm not at all upset." To emphasize her point, she kissed him firmly and went to work on undoing the buttons of his shirt. "I do have friends, you know, and I wouldn't think that it would bother you if I spent some time with them. In fact, I thought you might rather appreciate it," she told him matter-of-factly, letting her hands run appreciatively over his chest and abdomen several times before wriggling out of her own blouse. "I mean, you might get sick of me if I'm around all the time, and while this week was lovely, we probably need at least a couple hours of space every now and then." As she spoke, she had undone his belt and the fastening of his trousers, and was now pushing her skirt over her legs. "Darling," she sighed, twining her bare legs around his hips and stroking his cheek affectionately, "even two people in love needn't be together every second of every day."
During this entire process, Lucius had been frozen in shock, both by her brazenly wanton behavior and her independent words. He was quite enamored with both. "You're incredible," he whispered, nuzzling her nose gently. "I could never get tired of you, beautiful."
Fuck. He realized with a jolt that the words were true. This relationship wasn't going to simply dissipate on its own- and where did that leave him and Francesca?
That night, Narcissa was shaken gently from her heavy sleep.
"Wassit, Lucius?" she mumbled.
"I love you," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers firmly.
"Love you too," she replied, rubbing her eyes blearily. "Is something wrong?"
"No. I just wanted you to know."
She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his waist as she fell back to sleep.
The next morning, Narcissa did not wake up until eight. Lucius was still soundly slumbering, and she tip-toed out of the dormitory, hoping fervently that nobody else would be awake. The Common Room was mostly deserted, excepting several younger students, and, she saw with a sickening lurch, Francesca. The older girl was staring at her in surprised distaste, and though her first instinct was to look down and sneak back to her own bed, Narcissa stared back defiantly. What did she have to be afraid of, after all? Francesca could do nothing to hurt her.