Arrangements Have Been Made Chapter 11
Narcissa stirred and for an instant forgot where she was. The room was dark and she seemed to be pinned down by something heavy. She tried to move and heard a groan in her ear.
“Lucius,” she whispered.
He groaned and almost strangled her shifting his weight. She squirmed and he snuggled up to her. She felt his morning erection on her thigh.
“Lucius, what time is it?” Narcissa said softly. That woke him up.
“Good Lord,” he said jumping out of bed. Goodness, it was a sight seeing him trot away from her. “I’ve no idea.”
He fished a time piece out of his robes and winced.
“What time is it?” Narcissa asked nervously.
“If we leave now we’ll make lunch,” Lucius said.
Narcissa winced and sat up, the sheet wrapped around her.
“What are we going to do?” Narcissa asked.
“Go to lunch,” Lucius said.
Narcissa followed Lucius’ long stride through the Great Hall. A few heads turned and Narcissa felt her cheeks burn.
“Where the hell were you this morning?” Severus asked. “Marigold was furious.”
“Slept in,” Lucius muttered.
Narcissa’s friend, Emily, gave her a concerned look as she sat down.
Narcissa began to quietly fill her plate. She chanced a glance at Lucius and caught him smirking at her roguishly.
She regarded him with a lofty look. Lucius burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” Narcissa demanded.
“That’s the same look my grandmother gets when the elves are fertilizing her roses,” Lucius laughed.
Narcissa made a face at him. His arm encircled her waist.
“I hate to break up this little show,” a voice behind them said silkily.
Lucius and Narcissa turned to see Professor Roantree, Head of Slytherin House, standing behind them. Lucius dropped his arm to his side. Roantree cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Perhaps you can explain where you were this morning,” Roantree hissed. “It is most unlike Miss Black to skip her morning lessons. My highest hope was that she had not been led astray by a member of my house.”
Lucius was in trouble. He knew it. The whole hall knew it by now. It had fallen deathly quiet as all ears strained to hear.
“However,” Roantree's eyes narrowed dangerously. “I have been told you were also absent from your lessons this morning, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Imagine that,” muttered Severus.
“Do you have something to contribute, Mr. Snape?” Roantree thundered.
“No, sir,” Severus said bowing his head over his plate.
“Twenty-five points apiece,” said Roantree. Narcissa and Lucius winced. “Ten for Mr. Snape, and the Headmaster would like to see you two in his office. I hope it was worth it.”
People began talking again as Roantree stalked away from the Slytherin table. Giggles started and fingers began pointing. Narcissa concentrated on eating her lunch quickly and the fact that her husband sat beside her.
She snuck a glance at him
and saw Severus chuckling on his other side.
“I wouldn’t worry about it,” said Lucius to Narcissa. “He honestly didn’t take off that many points.”
“Still,” said Narcissa nervously.
Lucius stopped at the large stone phoenix guarding the way to the headmaster’s office.
“Gaudy thing, isn’t it?” Lucius remarked. “Sugar Quill.”
The phoenix began rotating, stairs rising out of the floor and traveling upwards.
Narcissa and Lucius climbed the stairs slowly and Lucius knocked on the heavy wooden door at the top.
“Enter,” said a muffled voice from inside.
Lucius held the door open for Narcissa. She stepped into a double leveled office lined with books and portraits of former headmasters. Her many times over grandfather, Phineas nodded at her approvingly. She began to worry.
As a child, the portrait of Phineas Nigellus frightened her. His cold glare and piercing eyes were enough to make you scuttle out of the room when left alone. She hadn’t been back to the Black House in some time.
“Take a seat,” said Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk.
Lucius sat calmly. Narcissa was sure guilt was etched over her features.
“Is there a reason you both chose to miss your morning classes?” Dumbledore asked.
“I assure you, it was not intentional,” Lucius said.
“Really?” Dumbledore sat back in his chair and looked at the both of them. “Perhaps you can explain it to me then.”
“I forgot to set the alarm in my workshop,” said Lucius.
“I believe you have permission to sleep in your workshop, Lucius,” said Dumbledore. “I wasn’t aware that the arrangement included anyone else.”
“I didn’t intend to sleep there,” blurted out Narcissa. “We fell asleep on accident.”
“Indeed,” said Dumbledore, sounding curious.
Narcissa was beginning to wonder what was going on when Phineas piped up: “Congratulations, children!”
“Thank you,” said Lucius, without missing a beat. Narcissa wondered how he did it.
“Narcissa, your mother is so proud,” Phineas said. Narcissa felt a little weight lift from her shoulders.
“Good to know,” Narcissa muttered, but she nodded and smiled shyly at Phineas. Dumbledore offered her a bowl of muggle sweets. She took one and thanked him.
“Your parents have been contacted, of course,” said Dumbledore. “Since neither families seemed particularly shocked and no one disapproved, I have no choice but to honor your marriage. You will receive no punishment for that in itself.”
Narcissa felt a bit relieved, but suspected there was a catch.
“You left school grounds to elope,” said Dumbledore. “While most would think you were being romantic, it was a very serious violation of school rules.”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” said Lucius. “A flagrant misjudgement, I admit. I know I can’t right the past, but I promise you, both of our behaviors will be exemplary until our graduations.”
“Mr. Malfoy, I’m fairly sure you can control yourself for the remainder of the term,” Dumbledore said over the top of his gold wire rimmed spectacles. “But to suggest this young lady is capable of keeping out of mischief for over two years is a bit absurd.”
Narcissa giggled, in spite of herself.
“Madame Malfoy,” Dumbledore said. “Since our job is to educate you here, I suggest a trip to Madame Pomfrey would be in your best interest.”
“Yes, sir,” said Narcissa. Birth control was something she had been wondering about. Perhaps she should have thought of that last night. She really wanted to kick herself.
“Missing classes is also something we look down upon,” continued Dumbledore.
Lucius cringed slightly.
All of this was unexpected. He had planned on getting a lecture, but Dumbledore seemed to have a sleeve full of aces. What exactly did he have planned for them?
“Fifty points apiece,” said Dumbledore.
“But sir,” Narcissa pleaded. “Professor Roantree already deducted points from us.”
“Good,” said Dumbledore. “You may tell the Crabbes and the Goyles they have reduced Slytherin by fifty points each as well.”
Lucius and Narcissa were speechless.
“That’s 360, counting Severus since this morning,” said Lucius in a high voice. “Please, sir.”
“Perhaps you’ll make better decisions in the future,” said Dumbledore. “You may go.”
Narcissa rose and tapped Lucius on the shoulder. He seemed to break out of shock and stood up.
“To prevent any more mishaps you will be given new quarters,” said Dumbledore. “Prepare to move after your afternoon classes. Tell the others to prepare as well.”
“Yes, sir,” said Lucius, his heart sinking. They had lost Slytherin any chance at the house cup and seemed to be getting rewarded for it. They were going to be lynched.
Narcissa and Lucius left the office in silence. As they walked along the corridor Lucius looked at his watch.
“Time for Divination,” he said.
“You’re taking Divination?” Narcissa asked. “Pennington is such a bore.”
“It brings up my average,” Lucius said coldly. Narcissa suspected more, but the look he was giving her suggested it was best if she stayed silent.
It wasn’t his fault he was good at Divination. Almost as good as he was at Potions. Potions was focused, precise, an art. Divination was like harnessing chaos. Not many were good at it, but those that had the sight had the ability to manipulate the future. One day he would master it.
“Ah,” said Narcissa. “Well, I’m off to Herbology.”
He leaned over and kissed her lightly.
“I’ll see you later,” said Narcissa, shyly.
“Until then,” Lucius said, bowing slightly.