Thinking of the goddess he dare not speak the name of Who: Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy What: Lucius daydreams of Narcissa, and she appears (no, not magic, coincidence lol) When: Late evening Where: Slytherin Common Room Status: Complete
Lucius had an appointment. He was loathe to refer to this meeting as a date, although the girl he was supposed to tryst with might see it as one. To the platinum blond Slytherin, it was simply a means to an end. That end being the satisfaction of certain animal urges, those urges which his father was quick to assure him were the right, the necessity even, of all men to assuage to the best of their ability. It was in their blood, and in their manhood, women being but vessels of pleasure. Of course this did not pertain to the woman one was to marry. That vessel needed to remain chaste until after the ceremony. This was for very practical reasons, not just moral ones - to ensure that any issue of the marriage belonged to the husband.
Not that Lucius was betrothed. Not yet. He knew that was but a matter of time. His time at Hogwarts was finally coming to an end, and he would assume various mantles of responsibility, not least of which was marriage. These dalliances which he indulged in were nothing more than that - mere moments of pleasure. Not that he didn't pleasure the girls he was with. He most certainly did. But neither did he consider any of them worthy to be his bride.
However, there was one young lady who'd caught his eye, and actually captured his heart, although he did not know her very well, and he had never attempted to bed her. With her he found himself unusually tongue-tied, which for someone as glib as Lucius was unbearable. So he simply worshipped her from afar, and said nothing of his desires to anyone.
At the last moment, he decided to forgo the rendezvous, and set Crabbe and Goyle to the place of assignation with the message that he was unable to attend. Not caring a jot for any possible disappointment, he returned to the dungeons, and to the Common Room. There were a few younger students grouped about the fire. He chased them off with a single word. They scampered to their rooms, squeaking. He settled himself before the fire, staring into the dancing flames, visions of Narcissa Black dancing before his eyes.