|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2009-03-28 00:04:00
|Entry tags:||fic, het, lucius/narcissa|
Happy springsmut, themadmermaid!
Title: The Art of Seduction
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Lucius was Narcissa's pawn from the very beginning, but she was only playing the game out of love.
Warnings: First time sex. Also, it might be fluffier than you wanted, but only by a tiny bit, I swear.
Word Count: ~5700
Author's Notes: I may have fudged the timeline of Abraxas’ life a bit, but my research didn’t turn up an exact date of his death. My thanks to my beta for all of her help (you will be credited after the reveal). Thanks especially to the mod for giving me the time to do this story justice. I really hope that you enjoy it, themadmermaid!
Eying the couple in the corner, Narcissa made a face. "People like that give us a bad name. Particularly her."
"You think so?" Lucius asked. His gaze followed hers, but all he saw was a couple kissing in the corner. They lacked decorum, yes, but at least they had the sense to keep it in the Common Room, where they would only be criticized by their fellow Slytherins.
Slytherins were their harshest critics, of course, but as long as they had no reason to shame their housemates, no one outside their house would ever know.
"Think about it," Narcissa said easily. She folded her hands elegantly in her lap. "Their pride in themselves, and in each other, comes from making a show of their sexuality. What kind of standing in society could they possibly be hoping for? Laughingstock?"
"Perhaps it's just a dalliance," Lucius said. He certainly knew quite a bit about dalliance, and from the shrewd look Narcissa was giving him, she knew that about him, too.
He raised an eyebrow at her, and she looked away, back at the couple. "You wouldn't think so if you heard the gossip in the girl's dorms," she said with a secretive smile. "He might think that, but you can bet your fortune that she doesn't."
Lucius shrugged. "That's not unusual. I'm sure she's being pressured by her parents."
"We all are," Narcissa pointed out, giving him a look. "You really don't understand, do you?"
"I don't see why it's so important that you feel the need to lecture me about it," Lucius answered. He wondered, not for the first time, why he bothered to listen to her.
Her answer placated him a little bit, although it was a backhanded compliment if he'd ever heard one. "I thought you were smarter than him, Lucius."
Lucius looked at his housemate in the corner, allowing himself to be pressed against the wall by a girl who - according to Narcissa, at least - was willing to give up some of her dignity simply for a chance at his last name.
"Of course I am," he said after a moment. Narcissa's smile was disconcerting. "But that doesn't mean that he can't tell exactly what she's doing."
"That's possible," Narcissa agreed amicably. "You'd know better than I, I'm sure. But isn't that what most of us dream about? A high status marriage, power and influence... and excitement. None of us want to end up dry and boring, or old and cynical."
"Like our parents," Lucius finished for her.
Narcissa smiled. "Then you can see how he might be... persuaded."
"Yes," Lucius was forced to admit. "But she'd have to play it very, very carefully. If he knows what she's doing..."
"He'll pull away as soon as he realizes what she's after, if she hasn't proven herself worthy of his name by then," Narcissa interrupted. "Yes. If she realizes that, she certainly isn't showing it."
She paused for a long moment, and Lucius wasn't sure if she was going to speak again. She was watching the couple, apparently unashamedly interested in the dynamics of their relationship. Lucius watched her, curious.
Finally, her eyes met his again, and she smiled. "What were you thinking?"
"Wondering why it matters to you," Lucius said honestly. "I don't see how it affects you personally."
"It doesn't," Narcissa agreed. "But I like to understand other people's motivations. It might be useful one day."
That was a statement that Lucius couldn't disagree with.