Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa sometimes wondered how far she could push this. How long she could push the wedding back. But then she also knew that they couldnt afford the Malfoys to come out. Marrying Lucius was ging to be very beneficial to her, especially after the Black Scandals. And he wasn’t that bad looking either. She could do a lot worse. But that didnt mean she was going to suddenly pretend that she was lesser than him, because she was not. And she refused to let anyone make her that.

“I mean. Time for everything?” She mused, a little smirk on her lips as she settled into the seat opposite him. But so far, he’d been lovely. Narcissa had actually been enjoying the time that they spent together. And it really did help that he liked the expensive things in life as much as she did. He really was the perfect match for her, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. Not just yet.

“Only the best for Mr Malfoy right?” She teased, taking the wine glass once the waiter had finished pouring. She took a sip, and nodding in an approving manor. “Your family receipe is good.” it was more than good actually, but she was continuing to tease him. What was a futre marriage without a little banter? Along with not being lesser than her husband, she also really did not want a marriage that was boring, and lifeless.

“Well….” She mused, tilting her head to the side, as if really thinking about her answer. Her mother would murder her if she found out they were talking like this, saying Lucius could easily change his mind. But somehow, Narcissa didn’t think that was going to happen. Narcissa delicately picked up a prawn with her fork, and ate it before she spoke again.

“No. You’ll make a fine husband Lucius.” She mused with a shrug. “I’m just making sure I actually like you first. I’d hate to be trapped in a marriage where I can’t stand my husband. Luckily…. I don’t think that will be the case.”

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“That’s right, only the best. And, I do believe you fall under that category.”  Lucius tosses some salad onto his plate, and drizzles dressing over it. There was no denying that Narcissa was the perfect match for him; beautiful, elegant, and from a strong pure bloodline. They’d be a force together and so would their children. He knew that, now it was his job to get her to. 

Lucius grins as he eats, finding Narcissa’s banter humorous. It was a welcomed change of pace having someone challenge him. Most of his interactions included people who were more than happy to agree with every word he said. Of course he’d rather her agree with him more often than not, but the occasional push back was refreshing.

“What’s there not to like? I’ll make you the happiest woman in England.” He wipes his mouth before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small black box. “In fact, I got you something.” He opens it, revealing a gorgeous gold necklace with an oval emerald pendant. Lucius places the box in front of her before leaning back into his seat. “That is your birthstone, correct?” If this was a test, he had certainly done his homework. 

He raises his wine glass. “To having only the best.” 

To be honest Narcissa was pretty surprised that her mother hadn’t been pushing her into the marriage so soon. Of course, the betrothal and the arrangement was finalised, but the wedding was only beginning to be planned. Some of that was due to Narcissa digging in her heels, and refusing to get married before she actually knew Lucius. Of course, she knew of him. Who didnt know the famous Lucius Malfoy? But Narcissa wanted to know him quite well before she walked down the aisle.

Most of it was to protect herself. Ever since Andromeda had left Narcissa had kept people at arms length, not letting anyone but Bellatrix really close to her heart. But Narcissa would quite like to actually let her husband in, and to that she needed to actually get to know him. Otherwise how would she know if she could trust him.

So, they were going on a date. Which, she had to convince her mother that they did not need a minder for. Narcissa was sure they could both behave them selves. Spotting the familar head of blonde hair, Narcissa headed up to him a little smile on her face. “You better be on your best behaviour….” She teased, a little smirk on her face. “I convinced Mother that we did not require a minder.” @sanctimonia-vincetsemper​

“Aren’t I always?” Lucius raises a glass of red wine to his lips and takes a sip before crossing his legs. He’d decided to arrive at the restaurant early for their ‘date’ this evening. He wasn’t nervous, he just had an odd feeling this was some sort of test, and one he’d be well prepared for. In fact, he had the entire  back section rented out just for them.

 “I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of ordering appetizers.”

He lifts his finger, gesturing toward a nervous looking waiter, who immediately adorns their table with a large salad, prawn cocktail, and dinner rolls. “Wine?” Lucius repeats his gesture and the server fills Narcissa’s glass without hesitation. “A well-aged bottle of the family recipe, of course.” Lucius smirks and takes another sip of ‘Superior Red’.

While he didn’t find it necessary that Narcissa and himself should bother themselves with this courtship, he was very curious about where her head was. After all, it was her who requested this meeting. Lucius was skeptical at first. He was ready to get on with the marriage and honor the wishes of his late parents. In fact, he was prepared to slide his mother’s ring on her finger even if he absolutely hated her. At the end of the day, he only agreed to be civilized because things would surely go much smoother with, “a happy wife”.

“So, tell me, Narcissa Black. Do you find me unfit to marry?” Lucius smirks before poking a large prawn with his fork and taking a bite.