𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖 | 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥

Is that narcissa black i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re twenty year old slytherin, returning for their sixth year, but their friends would tell you that they are clever & bewitching as well as manipulative & insecure. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pure blooded, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: long fingers perfectly manicured, locks of gold perfectly brushed and adorned with a bow, milk baths with crimson roses, devilish blue eyes.

    that  was  it.  he  knew  he  finally  had  narcissa  wrapped  around  his  finger.  though  this  time,  it  was  nice  to  know  that  this  wasn’t  someone  he  was  just  going  to  fuck  over  in  the  end.  he  finally  had  the  one  person  he  had  wanted  for  years,  the  one  person  who  constantly  ignored  him  and  didn’t  see  any  of  his  advances.  she  had  certainly  seen  this  one  though.  a  naked  first  kiss  was  kinda  hard  to  forget.  

     fingers  dance  across  her  back  as  he  takes  in  the  moment,  allowing  himself  to  catch  his  breath  and  just  enjoy  this  little,  carefree  moment  -  something  he  knows  will  be  few  and  far  between  when  it  comes  to  their  married  life  and  what’s  set  up  for  lucius  for  the  rest  of  his  life.  the  possessiveness  was  already  overtaking  him  however,  and  he  knew  that  anyone  who  even  looked  at  her  for  a  little  too  long  would  be  in  his  bad  books  —  so  practically  everyone,  considering  narcissa’s  little  admirers.  “you’re  all  mine.”  he  finally  blurts  out,  lips  pressing  against  her  own  one  more,  though  this  kiss  was  more  chaste  than  anything,  almost  sealing  his  words.  he  played  the  long  game  for  years,  he  couldn’t  really  wait  any  longer.  

       it’s  obvious  by  the  slight  shake  in  his  hands  that  he’s  still  laced  with  hesitation.  not  because  of  her..  or  them  -  but  because  he  doesn’t  know  how  close  he  can  be  to  her  without  touching  her  more,  without  being  too  desperate  for  more  of  her  and  so  he  puts  the  tiniest  bit  of  distance  between  them,  pecking  both  of  her  cheeks  -  and  her  nose,  for  good  measure.  “if  i  don’t  leave  now,  i’m  never  going  to.”  he  grins,  happy  and  boyish  as  he  can’t  keep  his  eyes  off  her.  “and  i  don’t  want  to  absolutely  devour  you.  not  now,  anyway.”  at  least  he’s  being  honest,  keeping  things  completely  up  front  with  her.  “so..  i’m  going  to  go  —  i’ll  let  you  relax,  get  cleaned  up,  do  whatever  you  gotta  do…  and  i’ll  see  you  later,  yeah?”  another  kiss  -  hoping  she  doesn’t  think  he’s  just  ditching  her.  “i  have  some  homework  to  do,  but  i’ll  be  around  in  the  common  room  before  my  duties.”

Her heart skips a beat as he calls her his, everything is so new to her, she did not have the experience or knowledge that he had over her. she wasn’t sure if that was the way she was suppose to feel at such statement. However she was sure that something that felt good, almost normal couldn’t be bad. She leans into him as he playfully pecks her, over and over, and deep down she wished he would just kiss her like he had moments ago. And she considers it, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him towards her and taking the initiative this time, but she refrains from it for she too knows that if she is to take it there they would more than likely end up going too far and as much as she craved his touch she would not continue such acts in a bathroom at Hogwarts, not her first time anyways.

Narcissa felt cold when he had stepped just a little away from her, the warmness he gave her was something she didn’t want to part from, but understood as she gave him a shy smile, that hid the fact that she wanted him to devour her. “Very well. Besides we don’t want to get caught and be in trouble, aside from how fast that would spread.” She shrugged, she too stepped away before slowly swimming to the opposite side of the bath pool, placing her arms crossed at the edge. Looking over her shoulder once more before leaning her head on her arms and closing her eyes to give him some privacy. “I would mind you devouring me, however. Just for the record.” She hummed teasingly. All in good time she thought, the good things came to those who waited, she was very familiar with that truthful phrase. 

    he  already  knows  in  his  heart  that  he’s  not  going  to  get  ahead  of  himself.  he  doesn’t  care  that  he’s  full  of  lust,  doesn’t  care  that  his  head  is  telling  him  that  this  is  just  another  person  for  his  consumption.  though  it’s  just  another  reminder  that  narcissa  isn’t  the  only  person  he’s  screwed  around  with  in  the  prefects  bathroom,  and  that  alone  is  enough  for  him  to  make  the  decision  immediately  that  he’s  not  going  to  let  this  go  far.  narcissa  black  deserves  better.  his  future  wife  deserves  better.  it  doesn’t  stop  him  from  finally  breaking  the  tension,  leaning  in  to  capture  her  lips  in  a  passionate,  meaningful  kiss.

     there’s  something  possessive  about  the  movement  of  his  mouth  against  narcissa’s  —  full  of  want  and  desire.  he  had  waited  for  this  longer  than  she  even  knew  —  longer  than  most  people  knew  really.  people  he  grew  up  around  were  well  aware  that  his  eyes  had  always  been  on  the  blonde,  always  wanting  to  impress,  always  wanting  to  be  the  centre  of  her  attention.  and  nothing  seemed  to  work…  until  now.  a  heat  had  already  sparked  between  them,  so  intense  that  the  water  feels  too  hot  and  uncomfortable  to  stand  in.  she  wants  him,  just  as  he  wants  her  and  he’s  eager  to  show  it  —  hands  dropping  from  her  face  to  dance  down  her  body,  closing  the  distance  between  their  two  bodies  so  there’s  no  space  between  them.  skin  to  skin.  there’s  nothing  to  hide  now,  he’ll  make  sure  she’s  far  from  shy  when  it  comes  to  him  and  her  body.  eventually,  of  course.

      “you’re  going  to  be  the  death  of  me,  aren’t  you?”  he  once  said  he  was  afraid  of  dying,  scared  of  the  upcoming  war  but  in  narcissa’s  embrace?  he  wouldn’t  be  terrified  of  anything.  his  mind  is  already  moving  a  million  miles  a  minute  -  they’ve  only  kissed  and  he’s  already  desperate  to  taste  her  elsewhere.  but  he’s  being  good,  he’s  promised  himself  that  nothing’s  going  to  happen  too  fast.  plus,  he  has  to  keep  the  younger  black  on  her  toes.  lucius  pulls  away  from  the  kiss,  hand  flat  against  her  back  as  he  tries  to  catch  his  breath.  “—  how’s  that  for  an  ‘evil  plan’?”  he’s  using  her  words  against  her  again,  the  dazed  look  on  his  face  turning  into  a  soft  smirk.  “i’ve  wanted  you  forever,  black.  and  you’ve  just  realised  it.”

Narcissa’s eyes were close as she waiting for their lips to touch, the butterflies in her stomach kept trying to make their way with how strong they seemed to be flying around. She hoped she would feel like that forever, that every time he touched her she would feel like burning, that every time they would be closed to kissing she would melt, and that she would always feel like she was addicted to him, his touch, his presence. What an overload of emotions he was making her feel, was this the way she made him feel on the daily? Even when she had been so indifferent, insisting on ignoring what was so plainly there in front of her eyes. What a man for always being so consistent, if anyone deserved her it sure was him. For the first time all that holding up, keeping to herself from others felt worth it for him to be her first kiss. 

And it was like an explosion of her mind, and physical as well. Like a moth to a flame, she always thought of kisses as plain, boring, and just nothing that interesting, but with Lucius she felt wanted, desired, like her couldn’t get enough of her, something she never thought she could feel. And in return she felt like floating, and melting, and exploding, and losing her mind. All at once. She gasp when he pulls her closer, she feels so vulnerable and just as safe all together as their bodies seem to melt into one. her hands rest on his bare chest and her nails dig into his skin ever so slightly. Narcissa has the need to grab him and bring her closer, even if there is no space between the two, he is not close enough to her. Her usual insecurities fly out the window following her sanity. She truly wished that moment would last as long as possible, instinctively she bites on his lower lip as he pulls away, trying to retain him even if it is a second longer. She knows her cheeks as red as a cherry and she hides her face in his chest.

She is ignorant of her own emotions, of what she truly craved, she didn’t want him to stop even tho she knows that is not the time nor the place. Instead of focusing on that want she focus on calming her heart, on controlling those strange urges she was so unfamiliar with. She focuses on his heartbeat and his voice as she begins to come down from the high his kiss had given her. Narcissa kisses the skin of her chest closest to her lips, lovingly, gently as she nozzles into him. “I know now.” She says softly. “And you have me now.” She confesses, because she is almost sure no one else can make her feel the way he just had. Finally she dares look back at him, her eyes once again drowning in the brown of his. “I will be the death of you, and you will be the death of me.” 

      it  was  a  weird  feeling  -  certainly  not  unwanted,  but  weird  nevertheless.  lucius  had  always  wanted  to  be  this  close  to  narcissa,  had  always  crushed  on  the  younger  girl  who  never  seemed  to  give  him  the  time  of  day.  memories  of  him  pretending  to  be  at  the  black  manor  for  bellatrix  instead  of  narcissa  flooded  his  mind,  trying  to  catch  her  gaze  during  high  society  parties  and  well..  just  trying  to  be  the  person  narcissa  wanted.  it  turned  out  that  maybe  he  just  needed  to  be  himself  -  to  relax  and  know  that  if  things  were  going  to  happen,  they  would  in  time.  sure,  he  knew  a  lot  of  this  was  due  to  the  whole  betrothal,  but  they  would  have  made  their  way  to  one  another.  lucius  wouldn’t  have  cared  if  she  was  paired  up  with  anyone  else,  he  would  have  been  persistent  -  he  would  have  fought  for  her.

        “i  mean,  getting  them  wet,  sure.  but  not  so  much  embarrassing  them.”  he  can’t  help  but  jump  at  the  opportunity  to  make  the  crude  joke,  knowing  he’d  just  blame  it  on  her  anyway  -  hey,  it  was  all  her  own  words.  not  his.  hands  remain  fitted  around  her  face,  touch  delicate  and  careful,  though  he  can’t  help  but  feel  discomfort  with  the  feeling  settling  at  the  pit  of  his  stomach — 

           butterflies?  already?  this  girl  would  certainly  be  the  death  of  him  and  he  hadn’t  even  kissed  her  yet.  “all  the  work?”  lucius  laughs,  head  tilting  up  towards  the  ceiling  so  he  didn’t  chuckle  for  too  long.  that  truly  was  hilarious.    those  lips  always  taunted  him,  drew  him  in,  especially  when  narcissa  would  bite  them  or  simply  when  she  was  talking  so  animatedly  about  something  she  was  passionate  about.  when  she  wore  makeup,  they  were  tinted  a  pretty  shade  of  burgundy  that  made  them  stand  out  even  more.  he  supposed  that  was  the  general  purpose  of  makeup,  but  all  the  same  it  felt  unfair  that  narcissa  would  walk  around  looking  like  that  when  lucius  couldn’t  simply  pull  her  in  and  taste  that  dark  red  against  his  own  lips.

                                            until  now.

                “the  last  thing  i  wanted  you  to  do  was  have  to  ask,  i  wouldn’t  have  even  expected  a  please  from  that  pretty  mouth.”  he  nods,  breaking  the  tension  ever  so  slightly  as  he  stepped  closer,  leaning  forward  to  press  little  kisses  along  the  blonde’s  jaw.  he  just  wanted  to  hear  those  few  words,  wanted  confirmation  that  he  had  finally  broke  through  those  walls  that  had  been  built  up.  "just  say  you  want  me.“  

Narcissa smiled widely at his joke, as she knew better than to say those things, but it was charming nonetheless. She had walked right into that one. “So it was all part of your evil plan, huh?” She retorted. Playful Narcissa was always lively and full of smiles and laughter, too bad she rarely came out, for she always help a much more introverted perspective to herself. That part of her was one her family would never agree with, she was meant to be seen but not heard. 

She was entirely lost in his eyes, in his touch, she wasn’t even sure if she felt like floating because of the way he looked at her or if it was simply the water around them that made her swing in the movement of it. The one thing she was sure of is she was becoming intoxicated with such feeling, a feeling she would become addicted to if she wasn’t careful enough. If it wasn’t too late as it was, it could be too late to turn it down all together. Not that she would even consider it. Had she truly been so blind, so lost, to have not reached out for his hand before when it had been waiting for hers all along? It was hard to admit but perhaps she should have taken everyones side comments and teases as just that, had she not been to occupied and worried with what people would think of her or what her family had to say, perhaps she would’ve seen the way he looked at her was never the way a friend looks at a friend. 

The blonde hummed she he began to kiss on her porcelain skin, eyes closing as she felt the butterflied go wild in her stomach, the temperature began to raise in the room and that voice in the back of her head had completely disappeared. He had finally done the unimaginable, he had tore all her walls and barriers down like a bulldoze. Both of her hands gripped on his biceps as she feels like she’s melting with his words. “Yes, I want you.” She bit on her lower lip in anticipation, she never in her life wanted to be kissed so bad she felt like burning. 

      his  gaze  still  doesn’t  fall  from  her,  not  even  when  he  feels  her  hand  brush  against  his  abs,  his  muscles  flexing  more  at  the  action.  she  hadn’t  been  the  first  person  to  do  all  that,  but  with  narcissa  he  did  shiver.  maybe  it  was  the  fact  her  hands  were  cold  despite  the  fact  the  water  they  were  in  was  pretty  hot,  maybe  it  was  simply  because  he  liked  her.  he  had  always  liked  her,  and  stuff  like  this  only  really  happened  in  his  dreams.  it  did  reassure  him  of  one  thing  though  -  he  had  finally,  truly  broke  through  narcissa.  her  walls  were  down,  he  was  clearly  getting  her  authentic  self  now  for  her  to  do  something  so  seemingly  bold,  something  that  again,  he  only  pictured  when  he  was  asleep  at  nights.  “well  i  apologise  for  scaring  you.  it  was  not  my  intention.”  obviously  she’d  know  that,  dumbass!!

        he’s  glad  that  he’s  managed  to  clean  her  up,  tossing  the  towel  to  the  side  once  again  once  he’s  satisfied.  he  freezes  in  his  spot  at  her  question  though,  jaw  slightly  wide  open  as  he  tries  to  think  of  an  excuse.  he  couldn’t  say  he  was  hiding  because  he  knew  she  was  coming  in..  that  wouldn’t  work.  he  couldn’t  say  that  he  lost  something  -  that  just  sounded  so  fucking  stupid.  and  so  he  reluctantly  speaks  up  again.  “uh..  i  was..”  brows  furrow,  moving  back  to  where  he  had  been  stood  beforehand.  “i  was  seeing  how  long  i  could  hold  my  breath,  honestly.”  there  was  no  point  in  lying.  “i  think  i’m  almost  averaging  around  three  and  a  half  minutes  now.”  gillyweed  didn’t  sound  fun,  nor  did  a  simple  water  breathing  charm.  why  not  learn  how  to  do  it  all  on  your  own?  “don’t  worry  about  that  though  -  it’s  no  big  deal.”  hands  reach  out  towards  narcissa’s  face,  a  smile  on  his  face  as  he  tilts  her  chin  upwards  towards  him.  despite  his  intentions,  he  can’t  help  a  teasing  comment.  “i  told  you  i  was  going  to  make  you  fall  for  me,  i  just  didn’t  think  it  would  happen  as  you  falling  into  water.”

That voice of reason kept screaming at her to take her hand back, to keep her distance, in fact it was shouting at her to leave. However the longer she ignored it the more it fainted as if it was loosing the power it usually had over her. Her hand traveled from his stomach to his side, there it rested as if it was the most natural thing for her, like it belonged on his skin all along. All while her blue eyes, that didn’t seemed as cold as usual kept locked in his. The calmness within herself was something she never saw coming, not with someone she had consider to be outside of her walls, but he had managed to jump all her defenses without her even noticing. Lucius had truly outdone himself, surpass any and all of her expectations, and if she had been content it was he whom she would share her life, now she was truly glad. “No need to apologize, technically I am the one who intruded.”

As his brow furrows one of her lifts in curiosity, he seems to struggle with his words before he blurs it out and she cannot help but giggle in amusement. Boys would be boys, she thought to herself. “That’s indeed impressive, I can hardly breathe out of water would not even attempt to be under water without magical help.” She jested. Their hands reach for each other almost in cue, as she brushes some of his hair back that was stuck to his forehead. Fingertips run through his hair, over the back of his neck, over his shoulder and down his chest before they come back to her side. Rosie lips parted at his touch, mesmerized by that well known Malfoy charm. And she chuckles as he teases her, “You’re very clever, aren’t you? Is getting a girl wet and embarrassed part of the plan to make her fall for you? Or was that sheer luck?” She teases him back, chin resting and leaning into his touch. Never before had she wished so badly for someone to kiss her, to break that final barrier she had guarded so well. He seemed like a fitting champion to claim such price. There she was, the bold Narcissa she kept under lock and key, the witty one that had to be silence and controlled, the one her mother hated. “Now are you going to kiss me, or must I do all the work?”

      did  he  even  hear  her  right?  she  wanted  him  to  stay?  that  was  enough  to  catch  him  off  guard,  eyes  widening  ever  so  slightly  as  he  continued  to  gaze  at  the  colours  of  the  portrait  he  had  been  staring  at.  he  was  convinced  that  if  someone  asked  him  to  paint  the  portrait  at  this  point,  he’d  be  able  to  do  it  by  heart.  though  it  didn’t  help  that  he  was  now  picturing  a  blonde  mermaid  thanks  to  narcissa.  he  has  half  a  mind  to  ask  her  one  more  time  if  she’s  covered  up  enough,  but  he  knows  her  well  enough  at  this  point  to  know  she’s  probably  been  panicking  this  whole  time,  making  sure  that  there’s  nothing  on  show.

      and  so  he  finally  turns,  not  even  shocked  at  how  close  the  other  was.  eyes  never  dropping  from  her  face,  but  he  smiles,  closing  the  distance  between  them  both  and  reaching  out  towards  her  hair.  there’s  still  bubbles  that  rest  among  the  little  strands  of  hair  and  he’s  quick  to  brush  them  away.  "from  when  you  fell  in?“  lucius  grins,  moving  away  from  her  so  he  can  grab  the  towel  that  he  once  used.  closing  the  distance  once  again,  he  raised  it  to  her  hair,  gently  dabbing  it  to  rid  of  the  water  and  bubbles.  "are  you  okay  now?"  

Lucius had a talent for always stripping her off from all her defenses, reaching into the young girl that laid under the false pretences her life had become. He was able to push her to be nothing but the diamond in the rough she truly was. To follow her instincts rather than to calculate everyone of her movements, and rehearse her words in her mind before speaking them. And yet she did not felt insecure, or like she had to hide herself, she felt free and appreciated for whom she was regardless of her name. Like she could be just a girl next to a guy and nothing else.

Her hand retracts as he turns around, but pushes back into his skin right over his abs, theres a small shiver as she touches them. She’s touched when he begins to dab the soap she was sure was attached to her hair, and although she knew she would have to wash her hair before she left the bathrooms, she does not stop him. Her eyes close at the touch and leans into his hand, the rose tone of her cheeks does not leave her. “I am, it was more of a shock, nothing to worry about.” No one ever died from splashing into the water. And yet she is so aware of his presence and how close he is to her, she feels warm even without being touched. “Are you okay? You were under there for too long.” She wondered.

      he  doesn’t  shy  away  from  the  feeling  of  her  hand  on  his  back,  leaning  into  her  touch  ever  so  slightly.  it  had  been  a  rough  week  and  he  couldn’t  say  he  had  much  contact  with  anyone,  even  something  as  simple  as  this.  the  fact  it  was  narcissa  just  doing  something  so  simple  for  him  when  he  knew  he’d  struggle  alone?  it  meant  a  lot  more  than  it  probably  should  have.  he  can’t  shake  the  feeling  of  guilt  though  —  that  he  panicked  her.  he  didn’t  mean  to.  he  didn’t  even  know  she  was  in  the  bathroom  until  he  saw  her  legs  in  his  bath.  

        he  raises  the  towel  to  his  eyes,  gently  brushing  it  against  them  in  effort  to  get  rid  of  the  burn  that  had  once  been  there.  he’s  so  much  more  alert  now  though  -  he  hasn’t  heard  her  step  back,  hasn’t  heard  her  move  away  the  way  he  had  heard  her  initially  walking  towards  him  and  that’s  more  than  confusing  to  him.  she  had  just  been  hesitant  to  even  help  him  out  and  now  he  knew  she  was  still  standing  so  close  to  him?  “thank  you.”  lucius  mumbles,  moving  to  toss  the  towel  to  the  edge  of  the  bath,  passed  the  many  taps  that  surround  the  pool  like  area.  he  still  hasn’t  heard  any  movement  though,  hasn’t  even  seen  the  water  move  even  slightly.  “i’m  assuming  you  want  me  to  leave?”  back  remains  towards  her,  gaze  locked  onto  the  mermaid  portrait  on  the  wall.  he  didn’t  want  to  be  tempted  to  turn  around  unless  he  was  given  permission  at  the  very  least  —  he  respected  this  witch  far  too  much  than  to  do  something  so  stupid.  “i  can  let  you  relax  in  peace..  i’ve  been  here  a  while  anyway.”  head  dips  back,  glancing  up  at  the  ceiling  with  a  soft  inhale.  “just  say  the  word,  love.”

She wasn’t sure what it was that had taken over her, she moved her fingertips until her whole hand rested against his skin, however the distance between them was not closed, she submerged herself until the bubbles covered her chest almost to her shoulders. She swallowed hard as she tried to appease her heart unsure of what she felt. Narcissa wondered if this was what temptation felt like, if this is how she would feel towards him, towards her husband for the rest of her days. It was a feeling she wasn’t against, it made her feel more alive than she had felt in her whole life. And for the first time since she had met Lucius she wondered what it would be like to be held by him, kissed by him. 

He mentions leaving and her first instinct is to deny with her head, and she almost has an impulse to hug him but she remembers there is no barrier between her and his body, she fights it. “I-I...” She begging unsure of what to say. The always overly confident Narcissa is finally stripped of all her mirages and visages of whom she wants others to see her like. “Suppose the right thing would be for one of use to l-leave.” Her voice betrays her in the end. Her thumb begins to caress the skin under it almost by instinct. There is a fire that has been ignited inside of her, the kind she had always heard other girls speak of, never had imagine it would happened to her since it hadn’t happened to her for that long. “I don’t want to leave-e...” She pauses as she takes half a step forward. “I-I don’t w-want you to l-leave.” She says the sentence almost so quietly she isn’t sure he will hear her with sound of the water splashing around them. 

      it’s  only  when  he  hears  narcissa’s  voice  that  panic  sets  in  even  more  -  not  because  of  the  whole  lack  of  clothes  thing,  but  because  she  had  basically  seen  him  being  a  total  loser  and  trying  to  hold  his  breath  under  water.  not  exactly  the  best  impression  to  give  to  the  girl  you  were  going  to  be  spending  the  rest  of  your  life  with  now,  was  it?  thankfully  for  the  two  of  them,  he  really  couldn’t  see  a  thing.  his  eyes  were  still  closed  tight,  the  sting  still  affecting  him  and  honestly  making  him  lose  his  mind.  so  much  so  that  narcissa  wasn’t  the  main  thing  on  his  mind.

          until  he  hears  the  crash  of  the  water  and  of  course  he  assumes  the  worst  -  that  she’s  fell  in.  how?  he  has  no  idea.  he  hadn’t  even  heard  her  try  to  get  out.  “are  you  alright?  where  are  you?”  lucius  questions,  one  hand  moving  to  his  already  closed  eyes  to  cover  them,  the  other  hesitantly  reaching  out  to  try  and  find  her.  his  hand  moves  shakily,  a  little  afraid  that  he’s  going  to  touch  something  he  definitely  shouldn’t.  so  when  his  hand  brushes  against  some  skin,  he  pulls  away  quickly,  almost  like  he’s  been  shocked  or  told  not  to  touch  a  cursed  object.  “sorry..  i  didn’t  -  i  really  can’t  see  anything  so..  i  don’t  know  why  i’m  covering  my  eyes.”  he  knows  how  close  she  is  to  him,  and  so  he  takes  a  safe  step  back,  slowly  sinking  into  the  water.  he  wants  her  to  be  comfortable,  not  feel  like  she  has  to  leave.  plus,  he  has  been  in  here  for  a  while  now.  as  much  as  he  doesn’t  want  to  leave  now  that  he  knows  he  has  a  naked  future  wife  within  his  vicinity.  “i  promise  i’ll  leave  if  you  want  me  to.  i  just  really  need  that  towel.”  they’re  covered  in  bubbles,  it’s  not  like  he  could  just  use  the  water  to  clean  his  eyes.  he  really  did  need  that  towel.  his  hand  still  clasped  over  his  eyes,  he  turns  away  from  her,  extra  reassurance  that  he  isn’t  lying,  or  going  to  try  to  peek.  “please?”

Narcissa recoils to the edge of the bath pool, she knows the bubbles are thick enough to cover most of her body, but the inadequate feeling that takes over her is not easy to shake. She reaches over for the towel and turns only so slightly as she hesitates to hand it to him or not. An easy retreat would be far easier she could grab her clothes and leave him to figure it out on his own, but the feeling of guilt doesn't leave her body, she brushes her hand over her face in frustration, leaving tases of soap on the hairs that stick to her face, so much for not wanting to wet her hair in the soapy water. So much for relaxing.

With much hesitations she rips herself from the edge of the pool that had given some sort of cover if only for one half of her body, bashfully she moves as the waters break and she gets closer to him as her inner voices scream for her to run away and not look back. What would her mother think if she was to find out of such situation, shivers went down her back at the mere thought of her mothers angry gaze. Cold delicate fingers gently touch on his back to signal she was right there, she stretches her hand around him as she keeps some distance. “On y-your right-t.” She mumbles and stutters as she fights to make a simple sentence. It is then, as she waits that her brain allows her eyes to take in the view. The broad bear back that face her, it seemed carefully carved by some strange god, muscles flexed and flinched as he moved, as the water dripped off straight from some cheesy movie with an overly attractive main character. Lucius Malfoy had no business being as good looking as he was, and he had less business concealing such body under a school uniform. She was doomed, she never stood a chance against his charms, nonetheless against his looks. This man was melting her icy cold heart, the realization of such statement had her frozen in place instead of moving far away as she planned. 

    who would have thought the first month back at school would be so stressful? between classes taking off, clubs and debates that just gave him a headache and that whole fiasco when he had to escort everyone around as part of his prefect duties - lucius was quite frankly, tired of absolutely everything. not to mention he barely had any time for his friends. a few conversations before bed, a few shared words and that was it - he’d knock out and fall asleep. and that was if he didn’t have duties to care of. that was why he was in the prefects bathroom. a way to decompress, a way to relax and forget about everything with the longest bubble bath of his life.

     except this is lucius we’re talking about. he’s never necessarily been the type to be able to relax and actually take a breath, he’s never been good at that. 

       instead, he’s been practicing how long he can hold his breath under water for. he’s hit a solid 3 minutes and 23 seconds when he opens his eyes, expecting to see nothing despite the lack of clarity and blurriness. once he spotted two legs, or what he thought was two legs, his brows furrowed, immediately darting upwards so he could confront said person. except he’s the least intimidating person when he can’t keep his eyes open - because they’re stinging from the bubbles. well done lucius. “do you mind?” he questioned, wet hands rubbing against his eyes furiously, trying to get rid of the burn and also attempt to see who exactly had disturbed his time to himself. “i don’t know what you’re playing at but my uniform is literally sat over there.” he points to the right, though not knowing if he’s pointing far enough, his arm moves side to side, attempting to at least point out the clothes once. “they’re sitting right there so if you d-” hands rub against his eyes one more time before he’s taking a step closer, glad that he can at least feel the warm water surround his waist, a sure enough indication to him that he’s at least somewhat hidden. “- can you grab me a towel? i can’t see anything.”

Narcissa felt her heart jump out of her chest, her soul left her body as she saw someone jump out of the water, all color drained from her only to return ten times fold turning her usual light complexion into red undertones when she recognized the voice immediately. The red only expanded to her ears and her neck when his exposed chest came into view, her eyes opened as wide as plates, her jaw felt open, not sure if it was because of the view or because of the surprise or because she was suddenly overly aware of her boy and how uncovered she was at the moment. She was unable to find her words or form a sentence even as he continued to speak to her, completely unaware of the situation they have both fallen into. Has she truly missed the folded clothes? She wasn’t even able to look away for long enough to look to where he was pointing at, nor unsure of how to get him a towel without completely exposing her self. 

And so, panic took over her. “Lucius!!” 

She screamed terrified as she swiftly stood up trying to make an exist from the bath pool as quickly as she could to find a towel for her self as he struggle to see her. The last step on her way out betrayed her as she slipped loosing her balance and falling back into the water, a loud splash as the water consumed her, she held her breath and kept her eyes shot unsure of what to do next. As if her brain had shut down and refuse to help her, as her heartbeat went violently against her chest. Perhaps she should do just like him and remain underwater, although she doubt she would be able to hold it as well as he had, and then she began to wonder what in the world had he been doing under the water for so long, was he nuts? Only one way to find out, and that was coming back up for air, to close to him this time as the air hit her, and she did the one thing she could think of as she catched her breath, turn around and keep her arms crossed over her chest. 

          it’s  promising  how  she  welcomes  his  touch  ,  unsure  if  she  would  pull  her  legs  away  ,  in  attempt  to  flaunt  herself  in  front  of  him   —   a  look  but  don’t  touch  type  of  situation  .  narcissa  has  always  seemed  the  type  to  keep  her  cards  close  to  her  chest  ,  never  readily  revealing  too  much  ,  especially  about  the  qualms  of  romance  .  but  he  intends  to  get  an  answer  today  .  his  fingers  move  up  towards  her  chin  ,  to  curl  beneath  it  ,  eyes  full  of  intensity  and  their  faces  mere  millimetres  apart  .  “  if  that’s  true  ,  why  don’t  you  prove  it  ?  ”  he  dares  ,  his  gaze  flittering  between  her  strikingly  blue  hues  and  rosy  pink  lips  ,  “  you  already  know  how  i  feel  about  you  ,  so  show  me  how  you  feel  about  me  .  ”

Narcisa teases him as she doesn’t pull away from his touch, she too follows his eyes as the shift from his chocolate hues and his lips. If she was to inch forward she knew they would touch, inevitably kissing, and just when it almost feels like touching him she diverts, her hand cupping the side of his neck as she places a playful kiss just side from his lips before whispering in his ear. “My dear its going to take more than some tempting lips for me to give you what I have yet to give anyone, I am a price and you will have to win me.” Then she stands up, fixing her skirt, and her hair as she gives him a devilish smile.

Things seemed quiet in the castle, almost too quiet for her liking, she often thought of such times as the calm before the storm. However she felt as if even the mundane things were far too heavy on her shoulders, thinking perhaps she had taken over too many classes trying to tackle too many things at once, a good idea at the time. Nothing a long bath, or swim, in the prefect bathroom couldn’t cure if at least only momentarily, a bliss good enough to have if only momentarily. The trip to the fifth floor seemed like a long one, considering the Slytherin common room was under the castle, but it was a trip that was worth the time. The place was very magical to her, beginning with the singing mermaid in the colorful windows, and ending with unnecessary amount of bath taps with colorful waters that foamed delightfully in the largest bath ever, really a bubble pool if you wanted to be more realistic. 

The water was already running, bubbles overtook the place, her icy eyes searched carefully around the place, only missing the pile of clothes and other things tucked behind one of the bath benches. Cissa assumed she had missed the person, thankfully, for she wised to be alone. She began to tie her hair in a high messy bun as she kicked her shoes into place under the bench closest to her. Then her clothes followed, folded pristinely before she turned around, dipping her toes on the warm water, a soft smile spreading across her face as she submerged in the embrace of the bubbles, she did not stop until the water covered her to her shoulders, resting her head on the edge of the bath pool. She closed her eyes as she could feel the weight fall off her shoulders slowly. She didn’t even open her eyes when she heard some sounds, assuming it was one of the ghosts of the castle. “I am not in the mood Myrtle, I come in peace today.” She said, as she knew the female ghost was not a fan of herself. 

     “ THAT he is, ” she confirms with a nod, still throwing a teasing smile at her sister. lucius was her best friend, and a great person ( when he wanted to be )— which is why she needed cissa to know she wholeheartedly approved of the union. a little teasing, however, couldn’t be avoided. “ but a gentlemen… i don’t think you’ll find many who would refer to him using that word. besides you, of course… ” she winks, her smile turning into a smirk. “ nevertheless, rest assured that when it comes to him, for you, time will be made. ” 

Narcissa raised an eyebrow as she tried to look in her memories for a reason as to why someone wouldn’t refer to Lucius as a gentleman, he was in her eyes the very walking definition of the word. Had she been so blind to the extent of missing him being entirely different to every else? Although the thought truly flattered her, someone who was only so kind to her and only her was something that had the potential of stealing her hidden heart. “Then everyone else is wrong, and I am right, even when I am wrong.” She laughed as she quoted their mother. “He is nothing but truly kind and charming to me, I can only hope to one day to care for him as much as you say he cares for me.” 

          “  no  ,  i  just  want  what  he  has  ,  ”  specifically  her  ,  if  that  isn’t  obvious  by  the  way  his  fingers  drift  along  the  hem  of  her  skirt  ,  testing  the  waters  before  he  dives  right  in  .  how  she  teases  him  only  intrigues  him  more  ,  enticed  by  her  coyness  ;  though  ,  she  knows  exactly  what  she’s  doing  .  it’s  a  side  that  she  reserves  just  for  him  ,  as  far  as  he  knows  ,  far  from  that  doe  eyed  ,  innocent  girl  she  pretends  to  be  .  “  i  doubt  that’s  true  ,  ”  his  hand  slides  further  up  her  leg  ,  but  not  indecently  so  ,  not  yet  .  “  it’d  be  a  real  shame  if  you  were  just  toying  me  along  .  ”

His words gave a flip to her heart and the butterflies dancing inside her stomach went wild, she was assuming he spoke of her, the words were exhilarating and a bit intoxicating. Narcissa flips her hair to lay all on one side of her face as she tilts her head intrigued by his words nonetheless. The touch of his fingers against her skin however are quick to distract her, electricity travels from the spot all the way to her back. “I could never toy with you, I wouldn’t dare.” She batted her lashed at him as she bit her lower lip, pressing her leg closer to his touch. It felt wrong however so good all at the same time. 

   it was always like a fun game to hide things for narcissa around the black manor, wanting to bring even the tiniest bit of joy and happiness to the girl. it was never his favourite thing being in the black manor, it felt even worse than being in his own.. at least his mother didn’t meddle with him and what he wanted to eat or do. the malfoy matriarch was rather kind actually, though he supposed it was because his dad just sucked the evil out of her.. becoming the final boss for someone to go up against eventually. “second date?” he repeated, eyes lighting up ever so slightly. god, those cakes really saved this date. “so you’re planning the next one?” his grin was growing, boyish and charming as he waited for her answer. the fact that she was going to potentially be putting in effort into all of this did mean the world to him, reminded him that they did both want things to work.

    “to be fair.. your mother has always been a little scary.” a certain aura that all of the black sisters possessed in some way, shape or form. “i’ll make sure the manor is always stocked full of your favourites.” of course he would. he was the one who would sneak her food after all, he’d make sure they constantly had cakes ready for narcissa whenever she felt the need to snack. he leans forward, mouth open as he waits for the cake to be dropped into his mouth, though he’s also quick to reach for the other half, holding it up with his hand as he waits for her to open her mouth this time. his free hand shoots up, giving her a quick thumbs up as he chewed through the cake. he never really had much of a sweet tooth, but it was pretty good. “i can see why you love this so much.”

There it was that charming smile of his that had half the school pinning behind him, but this time it was for her and suddenly she understood why others found him so dashing. Perfect expression seemed carved by some artist. The icy blue of her eyes began to melt with such radiant smile, how could anyone ever stay mad at him for too long, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Forgotten. Slowly a smile just as  radiant began to spread across her lips, matching his. And then there it was like a perfectly rehearsed cue, the butterflies dancing in her stomach. “Of course, you planned this one is only fair I plan the next don’t you think?” She nodded as if it was the most natural thing to do. “I wish we could go to Hogsmeade, we would have more to do, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something to match the effort you put today.” She hummed as she began to think of her options, perhaps if the went home for the weekend. 

“Ah Druella, the fitting character of a horror movie.” She couldn’t help to chuckle at her own joke, even though she knew deep down her own mother was the main character in most of her nightmares. “Sounds like a dream come true, thank you.” She batted her eyelashes as an instinct but it had never felt so natural than when she did it to him. The butterflies in her stomach flew violently as he leaned forward mouth gaped as she gently brushed the cake in between his lips. She is surprised by his action but she too gapes her mouth and welcomes the sweet taste as she hummed in agreement and content, her sweet tooth satisfied. Narcissa always gained a healthy amount of weight in her stay in Hogwarts, it was always when she went home that her health and aspect began to decreased by the pressure and stress of her parent. “Sweets make life better, even if only for a few seconds, happiness last for as long as you can taste it.” A sad thought she had when she was a child that had followed her till now.