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Behind Closed Doors	By : AnnaChase Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 5038 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Behind Closed Doors: A Portrait of the Malfoy Family

Chapter One: The Consummation
The mirror revealed a blushing bride on the verge of her new life. Endless Pureblood ceremonies had occupied the day and formed an image of a perfect, fairy tale wedding. It had been magical in every sense of the word. Unicorns pulling carriages, the bridal gown handmade by hundreds of French goblins, and countless witches and wizards from all over the world: only from the highest ranks of wizarding society. Only the best was good enough for Narcissa, youngest daughter of Cygnus and Druella Black. Ever since she was a little girl, Narcissa had dreamed of such a wedding. And yet, it was all over in a mere few hours: the memories already so surreal it was as if it had been someone else. She had expected to feel exhausted after such a long day, but it was adrenaline that kept her up. Adrenaline, and anticipation. For she knew it was not yet truly over. They had finished the official part, yes, but there was more to it. A Pureblood marriage was only a marriage, after all, if it was consummated.

With trembling fingers, she removed the bejewelled hairpins from her hair. Long locks of blond hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. Just as she began to brush out her hair, there was a brief knock on the door to betray the arrival of Lucius Malfoy: her now husband. At first she watched him through the looking glass: a handsome man still in his wedding attire, coming to stand behind her. Their eyes locked; dark grey ones of his with hers, an icy shade of blue.

“Lucius” she breathed, feeling the weight of his hands on her shoulders through the light material of her nightgown.

“Narcissa. I hope the day was to your liking” he spoke calmly, and the young bride wondered if he possessed no nerves at all for the task at hand. Of course, he was likely to be more experienced. Men could get away with that without a blemish to their reputation, whereas women could be ruined if they put one toe out of line.

She had stood up and turned to face him directly now, and she looked so young. Dressed in a white, silk nightgown there was little to protect her slim body from sight. She was young in both years and experience, but for how much longer?

“Everything about today was perfect, Lucius. It was all I ever dreamed about” she looked up at him with admiration. Narcissa was naive, still, and young enough to believe in the love stories she read. In her mind she had built up quite an image of what she wanted married life to be like, but part of her was a realist. With her mother the very image of a Pureblood trophy wife, Narcissa had depended on her sister Bellatrix to tell her about what she should expect of married life. Had she not, she would have known nothing at all.

Her husband surprised her with a kiss; their first real kiss. Their match was arranged; a very regular thing in Pureblood society, and the pair had barely spent more than a few moments together unsupervised. Needless to say, their kisses had been reduced to an occasional peck on the cheek. But the present kiss was one that carried more passion, and she could feel Lucius’s hands resting on her small waist. It tasted good, and sweet. Not at all like the dark times that lay ahead of them.

“I.. I don’t know much” she whispered, when they were forced to part for air. She thought it necessary to explain to him her inexperience, even if he was likely to already know. Before marriage all Pureblood girls were examined by healers to make sure they were truly as pure as their blood.

“Shh” he rested a finger against her lips. “I will teach you all there is to know, in due time”.

His breath against her skin sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. She was afraid, but that would not stop her from being brave. In fact, without fear there would be no bravery. And without either there would never be triumph.

Willing to show her loyalty to him, Narcissa took a few steps back until she stood by the fireplace, illuminated by the fire and the moonlight slipping through the curtains. After a deep breath, she reached for the straps of her gown and slid them down her shoulders until it formed a pool of silk at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lace white panties. She could feel a flush creeping up her cheeks. No man had ever seen this much of her. Even though she knew she was quite a sight to see, Narcissa had her insecurities. Perhaps Lucius would prefer her to be less pale, or for her hips to be wider. She had always been slim, and while other girls openly envied her tiny figure, she sometimes wished she had more curves. But even without those, her father had received many requests for her hand in marriage and she could often feel the eyes of young men upon her.

The look of desire in his eyes was obvious. It was frightening; as if he would devour her right then and there.

“Narcissa.. “ her name was a breath upon his lips as he stepped in to close the distance between the two of them. Before she could respond he had lifted her up in his arms and laid her down on the bed. The silk and satin sheets felt wonderfully cool against her body; warm and flushed in anticipation of what was to come. She watched Lucius as he undressed. He seemed cool and composed still, although the look in his eyes betrayed that he had other feelings too. It was the first time she saw a naked man, and despite everything she was impressed. Her husband truly was a very handsome man. He was tall and proud, his body perfectly toned. They were alike in skin: his too was unblemished and a perfect shade of white. She could feel safe with him should she be given time and chance for it.

She felt his weight cover her when he joined her on the bed, suddenly so very close when he recaptured her lips in another kiss. For the moment she allowed herself to get lost in it, feeling his hands caress her breasts.

Ever since she was a little girl, Narcissa had been taught that such acts were reserved only for married couples: strictly forbidden under any other circumstances. It was a strange thought that, now that she was married, the formerly forbidden acts were not only allowed, but practically expected of her. Anything to please her husband.

“Lucius”, she whispered when they paused for breath. “I’ll be a good wife to you”.

This drew a chuckle from him; a cool sound that showed a hint of what was hidden behind his charming manners.

“My darling Narcissa” he reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face. “Of course you will be. You are nothing less than perfect now. I dare say you are exactly what the House of Malfoy needs”.

His words proved necessary encouragement. Lucius’s mother had died giving birth to him and he had grown up ever since with his old father. While Narcissa had yet to become properly acquainted with her father in law, he did not appear very kind. She could only imagine how lonely it must have been for Lucius to grow up like that. She would be the first woman in the family for over two decades. A job she took very seriously. Even if the House of Malfoy was one that carried great respect by wealth and heritage, it lacked a woman’s influence when it came to their social position.

His attentions brought her mind back to the matters at hand, and a small whimper left her lips when his fingers brushed over her nipples. They hardened in response almost immediately, betraying that she, too, enjoyed this.

“What does it feel like?” he demanded.

“Good. It feels so good” her words were hardly more than a breath. Warm feelings spread through her small body, and she felt slightly lightheaded. Even now she could tell there was a certain wetness growing between her thighs. She would soon find that this would make their lovemaking a less painful business than it might be otherwise.

They did not waste any time with foreplay. There would be more than enough occasion for that during their marriage. For now; the job was to consummate the match with as little discomfort as possible.

When Lucius had settled between her thighs, she looked up at him with a hint of fear.

“Will it hurt terribly?” she whispered in the darkness, her hands resting on his strong shoulders for support. Even now she could feel the very evidence of his desire for her pressing against her thigh.

“I believe there shall be a slight… ah, discomfort. But I assure you that I do never seek to hurt you any more than necessary”.

Narcissa could not make up her mind whether she found her husband’s words ones of comfort or alarm, but she nodded. Though her name had now changed to Malfoy, she was still a Black. Toujours Pur, was the motto that prided on the family tapestry in Grimmauld Place 12: the house of her uncle Orion and aunt Walburga. Blacks were proud, and brave. They did not scare away from a bit of pain when blood purity was at stake. The Pureblood marriage was sacred in every sense of it: it ensured their costly wizard blood would not be mixed with that of muggles. The family’s line of wizard blood went back further than anyone could imagine, and now that she was of age it was Narcissa’s job to contribute to it.

Her eyes fell closed when she felt him enter her: slow, but determinedly. She managed to breathe through it first, but when she felt something tear it caused her to cry out as she experienced a sharp, sudden jolt of pain. They key, of course, would be to relax, but when the mind reached a state of panic, the body rarely complied to the aim of relaxation.

Lucius, not oblivious to his wife’s discomfort, ceased his movements for the time being to allow her to adjust. Despite the Dark Mark he carried, he was not intrinsically a cruel man. At the very least, not to his own kind. Narcissa had been selected carefully for his wife, and even now she still had seemed the best choice: good heritage, wealthy, and a rather angelic appearance that pleased the eye. But most of all: Narcissa seemed not nearly as opinionated as her older sister Bellatrix.

It was obvious that she was rather brave: she did not ask for him to stop, and neither did she struggle visibly to end the pain. As fragile as the young bride looked, she could be strong with determination.

“Good girl,” he praised her when she took a few deep breaths that would calm her breathing. Narcissa discovered this helped, and indeed: the worst pain quickly faded to the background, with all that remained a more than bearable dull ache.

After this settled down, he started to thrust into her: a slow pace to start with that would allow her to get used to the feelings. When she seemed fine with that, the intensity of their lovemaking increased. The way he seemed to brush against a rather sensitive spot was almost pleasant, but Narcissa was not yet at ease enough to experience the full enjoyment that could derive from this act. However, she was more than pleased to note the arousal in her husband. By the way the thrusts became more jagged and intensified it was obvious he was enjoying himself immensely. Her heart made a little jump of delight that she was capable of making Lucius feel so good. All she really wanted was to be the perfect wife for him. She was not strong like Bellatrix, or clever like Andromeda –the sister that must never again be mentioned-; but given the chance she could flourish in her own right with the talents she possessed and was just beginning to discover.

It was over sooner than she could have anticipated. As Lucius reached his climax point he spilled his warm seed inside of her. Immediately she could not help but wonder: would they have made an heir now? The best Pureblood wives delivered their husband a son within a year of marriage. After that year, at the very least signs of a pregnancy were to be expected. Failure was certainly not an option.

It was done. Lucius settled himself beside her and leaned on his elbow to study her features.

“Was it good for you?” she whispered, tired by now from the countless new experiences the day had held for her.

“Oh yes” . Lucius leaned down to kiss her; but gently this time, not claiming her lips as he had before. It was a kiss that carried both a comfort and a promise. “You’ve done very well. From now on it will only become better for you, too, my love”. He then laid himself down beside her, his fingers absent-mindedly stroking her hair for a while, until she could hear his breathing slow down to indicate he had fallen asleep.

Narcissa, too, would love to enter the oblivion of dreamland, but she had always been a troubled sleeper. She was a sensitive soul that always seemed to find a worry or an excuse to keep her up at night. For hours she listened to her husband’s steady breathing beside her, finding it hard to relax so much as to allow her body to sink into slumber. It was only when the sun was rising that her eyes finally fell closed.

The start had been better than she had dared to expect. This man, barely more than a stranger at heart, was her husband now. She had willingly opened her heart to him and offered it for the taking. A trusting gesture made by one that knew so little of life.

There were all the right ingredients. Two young people open to the benefits this arranged marriage could bring. Qualities and characteristics, and even looks that matched. But even all the right ingredients were incapable of brewing a successful potion without a touch of magic.
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