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Narcissa Black (blonde_black) wrote in the_recruitment,
@ 2012-02-16 21:02:00

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! 02/1977, ! complete, ! thread, char: lucius malfoy, char: narcissa black

Who: Lucius & Narcissa
What: The Confrontation
When: Two days after her journal note
Where: Potions classroom
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Narcissa really shouldn't have been surprised when Lucius didn't respond to her journal entry until two days after she had written it. Still, she had stood in that classroom, waiting for him, her anger only growing. Not only had he so obviously slandered her good name, but then he pretended he had no idea what she was upset about. He's a slimy, cocky git who uses his looks to disspell everything negative about himself. Narcissa had brooded and tried to think every negative thought against him. She knew that once she saw him in person, he would use his wiles on her to try and disarm her. Well it wasn't going to work this time.

When she had finally gotten a hold of him, she was only going to wait so long and if he didn't come, she would root him out and it wouldn't be pretty. She was back in the same deserted Potion's classroom, brewing a calming drought. She had a feeling she might need it later and the complex process put her mind at ease. There was something about potion brewing that calmed Narcissa and that was what she needed when she saw Lucius. Part of her wanted to fly off the handle at him, letting him have what he deserved. The other part told her she needed to be rational and treat the situation as a lady should. There was nothing formal between the two and Lucius probably would like to see that jealous streak in her. She wanted to try and not give him that satisfaction.

She couldn't help but think of the short conversation she had had with Sirius. It was strange to have such a civil one with him, but it was even more surprising to have him warn her against him. To say that he didn't want her to be hurt? What had happened between the two to make Sirius break down like that? She frowned, her concentration broken for a split second, causing her to stir one too many times. Cursing, she threw down her wand and sat on a desk. Why did he have this effect on her? She was suppose to be the one who drove men wild, she was the one who was suppose to be in the power. She hated how he did this to her, but hated herself more for allowing it.

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luciusmalfoi
2012-02-17 06:37 am UTC (link)

It had taken some time for him to respond to Narcissa, but it was all part of his strategy. He was always plotting and working through scenarios in his mind for all sorts of encounters and circumstances. When it came to Narcissa, it only seemed right to test her, to see how truly attached she was. Only the very devoted would make it past his barriers for a peek inside the real Lucius Malfoy. He had learned a very long time ago that people were perfect pawns in his game and he was the epitome of a perfect chess master. His money, family reputation, and blood lineage were all working in his favour to make him one of the most pompous members of pureblood society, and he knew that he was desired by most of the witches who were seeking a good match. The topic of marriage had been broached several times by his father, to which Lucius responded with a nonchalant and noncommittal attitude, always stating that he would be married in his own time. It was never a matter of if, but of when, and to whom. Nothing but the best trophy wife would be acceptable.

The Malfoys had always been chauvinists with regard to their wives. The Malfoy women were treated exceptionally, but they were never fully equal to their husbands where family and business affairs were concerned. They ran the household and the social aspects, while the men ran the wealth and the family's various societal connections. It had always worked, and Lucius needed no less than that for himself. He had never found an acceptable match that rivalled him in wit and good looks, not to mention sharpness of character and strength of convictions. None but one. His eye had fallen on her and he had started his game, but would she keep up?

When Narcissa asked — more like demanded — for him to join her, he had half a mind to let her wait for him as long as she was willing to. But then, common sense kicked in past the vanity and he thought more on it, smiling to himself when he had decided to play her game and even toss in a little more of himself into it. The owl arrived with the neatly wrapped parcel during lunch, an urgency to its flapping wings that denoted how quick the sender was to answer his request. The Malfoys had always been excellent customers and the last thing that the establishment needed was to cause any delay with such a purchase.

Just after classes and the typical socialising in the Slytherin common room, Lucius lazily made his way out of the dungeons with parcel under his arm, robes discarded on his four poster and flattering emerald vest hugging his chest. The dress shirt was a soft linen whose thread count was unimaginable, but only the best was suitable for a Malfoy.

The Potions classroom was easy enough to find for someone who had an affinity for the subject. He was not nearly as devout as his friend Severus, but he knew enough to do well and to catch the interest of his Head of House [among other accomplishments, naturally]. Sauntering in as though he owned the place, he stopped in the doorway and just watched her for a moment, letting his eyes roam over her relatively unhappy expression. He mentally gave a little laugh at knowing that he was likely the cause of it, before entering and making his presence known.

"Why Miss Black, I didn't think you so dedicated to the art of Potions. Does Severus know what a wonderful student you are?" The drawl on his tongue infused his words with ease, infuriating to many yet so fitting on such a man.

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blonde_black
2012-02-17 07:19 am UTC (link)

With a wave of her wand, the potion she had been working on vanished from the cauldron, as if she had never started it. She looked over at him, giving him a cool glance. His arrival was quick enough, although she was sure he had taken his own time to keep her waiting just a little bit more. Remember, you are the queen in this game. The queen moves around the board freely while the king has to just sit there and allow others to serve him.

"I am thanks to him," she said. "But I've always had a passion for potions. Something soothing in the process." With her mess cleaned up, it allowed her to have full focus on Lucius Malfoy. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. She wanted to give him her full attention, but didn't want to subject herself to his mannerisms. He was a cunning bugger, aptly put in the Slytherin house. Still, she had to keep on her toes to keep up with this one.

Marriage was always at the forefront of Narcissa's mind. It seemed Bella would not settle down, no matter how she or her father pressed the urgency to her. Narcissa knew that their family needed to marry into a good family, to uphold the strong pureblood linage. How else were the true inheritors of the wizarding world going to continue to flourish? Certainly Bella had to know, even with her strong devotion to the Dark Lord. Still, she was saving herself for his will, if he ever so chose her. Narcissa was highly doubtful, but remained silent for her sisters sake. The pressure of the Black family rested on her shoulders and she knew she had to make the right match. Who better than Lucius Malfoy? He was handsome, rich, and had a strong pureblood background. All the key components to a good marriage. But there was something else there as well, something Narcissa didn't even want to admit to herself. She was falling for him.

She couldn't say what it was about Lucius Malfoy that made her feel so in love. It certainly wasn't his love for her. No, there was something else, some kind of connection that she felt with him. It only upset her more to think she was the only one who felt it. She was happy to carry on the family line by marrying whomever her father thought suitable, but the romantic side hoped to marry someone she loved. After her little run in with Lucius in the common room, she had begun to hope there might be something there, just a little sense of the feeling returned. After reports of the dance however, she was beginning to feel like a fool for believing she was any different from how Lucius saw Sirius Black and that infuriated her.

"I'm sure you know why I asked you down here," she said, watching him intently. "And no, not to have a little fun or discuss "intimate" matters. I want answers and I want them straight forward." Her blue eyes burned into his grey ones, wishing she had the same abilities as Severus. She just wanted him to be straight forward, to tell her the truth. She didn't want little tidbits here or there or to be strung along like a little child. She wanted to be treated as his equal.