She started by tickling his palm with her little finger during the ceremony. What had his father gotten him into? Her voice had remained steady, almost harmonic to his and her kiss had been chaste. She stood before him, 18 years old and about to make a vow that would bind her to him forever. She seemed extremely nervous, but willing enough. She had smiled at him. That was promising.
Her hands had begun to shake before he leaned over to kiss her. He felt her shiver under him. He pulled back and smiled at her, looking into her eyes this time. She returned the smile but was blushing such a bright crimson she seemed to radiate heat. Enchanting.
He motioned with his head towards the crowd and she nodded. They turned towards all the waiting eyes and raised their wands.
The high vaulted ceiling seemed to be carved out of a single piece of marble, many arches tapering down to thin support beams, no wider than an inch. Runes etched in the supports began to glow deep red. Confetti of pure gold flakes rained upon the crowd as they rose from their seats, cheering to the couple. Lucius gave a short bow to his bride and turned to face her father.
Cygnus Black stood at 5'6, white haired and mustached. His deep burgundy robes swam around him.
"Sir," Lucius began. "I promise you that I will dedicate the rest of my life to pleasing your daughter."
Black held his hand out to Lucius and chuckled.
"Hope you're up for a challenge, son," he said, eyes twinkling.
Lucius did not take that as a good sign.
The reception went smoothly. Narcissa was a capable dancer, she was well read and up do date with current events. She managed to discuss controversial subjects without seeming to take a firm stand anywhere. She sipped wine throughout the evening without becoming embarrassing. He was impressed. His father had thought of his career. Finally he had acknowledged Lucius had a chance to climb the ladder in the Ministry.
Narcissa was quite lovely. She seemed shy when addressing him, friendly when thanking friends for attending. She seemed to remember details about every dignitary attending and congratulated them on recent births in their families, business transactions, even the latest odds on the Quidditch Cup next month.
They mingled through the crowd, or rather she mingled through the crowd and he followed behind her, the stupefied look on his face growing more apparent. He caught his fathers eye and Byron motioned his son over. Lucius excused himself from the company of his wife and visiting dignitaries from Avalon.
Lucius stood near his father and looked out over the room of guests. His father waved to a veiled woman across the room.
"Lucius," he said aside to his son. "I know she's lovely, but do you think you could stop looking like a little lost dog panting at her heels. You'll have her mounted tonight and the novelty will wear off soon enough. Best not to make yourself look like a fool in front of so many influential people."
His father nodded to a tall greenish toned man wearing an elaborate blue feathered headdress.
"Yes, Father," said Lucius. "I shall try to remember my station."
"Please do," his father replied. "It's embarrassing to watch you fumble behind her, for God's sake, throw in a comment here and there. People will think you're mute."
"Yes, Father," Lucius sounded a bit strained.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” his father asked. “Go mingle with your bride.”
“As you wish, Father,” Lucius said courteously through gritted teeth. He gave a short bow and excused himself back to Narcissa side.
She easily mingled him in the direction of a drawing room and they slipped inside.
“You looked like you needed a break,” Narcissa said, sitting on a couch.
“I did,” said Lucius surprised. “Thank you for your courtesy.”
She laughed musically. He drew nearer to her and she looked a little fearful. He halted a little short. She breathed easier. He decided quick movements would have to wait until later. She was young and he didn’t want her terrified of him so quickly.
“I’m not going to injure you,” he said, tilting his head at her.
She seemed to swallow nervously. He sat behind her and took both his hands in hers.
“I know this might not have been what you planned for your life,” he said nervously. “It wasn’t what I had planned either, but our families decided otherwise.”
“I know all about you,” Narcissa blurted out.
“Beg pardon?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Lucius Malfoy, age 25” she began looking down at her hands. “Talented in basic curses, although the subtle touch of any earth based curse manages to elude you.”
He frowned slightly. How much did this girl know? What had his father gotten him into?
“You enjoy Quidditch and
“Now, how do you know that?” Lucius exploded. The nerve of this girl. She was intoxicating.
“Petrova still hasn’t regained his arm from that last clash with the Wasps,” she stated. “Did you see the last game? Pathetic. He was all over the place.”
“In addition to him,” she
continued, “Svetkovas wife walked out on him, he’ll
be hitting the bottle again and worthless for the rest of the season. The
replacement seeker’s good, but nothing compared to
Narcissa looked at him very patiently, as if she were speaking to a small child.
“When did Svetkova’s wife leave him?” Lucius asked, shocked.
“This morning, heard it while I was getting ready,” she looked at him smugly.
“You were listening to the Quidditch Hour the morning of your wedding?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“You weren’t?” she asked, mild surprise showing on her face.
He couldn’t stand it anymore. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Long and hard, but still chaste. He wanted to make her beg for it and he wasn’t sure of her experience.
He moved back beside her. She blushed again.
“I suppose I’m going to have to get used to that,” Narcissa muttered.
“Was it unpleasing?” Lucius asked her.
“I don’t think that’s the word I’d use to describe it,” she said, avoiding his eyes.
He drew his fingers lightly over her throat and over her collarbone. He saw goose bumps raise as he stroked. Her blue eyes raised to meet his, nervously.
Narcissa was relieved to see Lucius looking at her, one side of his mouth quirked in a crooked smile. He seemed pleased with her. He brushed a tendril of hair away from her face and drew a single finger along her jaw line. Narcissa closed her eyes and tilted her head.
Lucius leaned in and began kissing her jaw line, she gave a little start, but moved closer to him, placing a hand on his leg. She squeezed.
It looked like she was experienced after all. Well, no matter. It wouldn’t be traumatic and she seemed to be enthusiastic. He cupped one of her breasts under her thick robes and nipped at her jaw line. Her hand slipped up and squeezed the bulge, barely noticeable under the layers of thick brocade. Very enthusiastic.
He groaned in her ear. He drew back and looked into her face. She flushed prettily and was trying to catch her breath. She licked her lips at him. He plunged forward and crushed his lips to hers. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it.
The novelty wear off? Of this? His father had gone completely mad.
He leaned over and bit her softly, but firmly on the neck. His fingers undid the complicated clasps of the top half of her robes, giving him room to slip his hands inside. He cupped one breast and felt it’s weight. He ran a thumb over her nipple and whispered in her ear.
“So what else are you willing to suck, my Little Princess?” he leered.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she groaned back at him.
“LUCIUS!” his fathers voice boomed through the study.
Lucius and Narcissa jumped quickly apart, Narcissa quickly redoing the clasps at the front of her robe.
Byron Malfoy looked at them, an eyebrow raised.
“It’s nice to see you getting along,” he said. Narcissas father appeared behind him. “But your guests are waiting.”
Narcissa’s father seemed amused.
“Starting the honeymoon early, children?” he asked. Narcissa smiled sheepishly at her father. “Come now, suppertime. You’ll need your strength. Oh, move it Byron, you’re blocking the doorway.”
Lucius looked over at Narcissa. She was doing up the last clasp. She shrugged at him.
“Another time, perhaps?” she asked.
“You’re on,” he said with a small smile.