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Ice	By : Sionnain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I know nothing about astronomy. so I am not sure if the constellation Draco is visible at this time of year. I am deliberately vague with the chronology of this story, although I imagine this to be late winter. So if Draco is not visible in England at this time, I apologize. Chalk it up to artistic license.
Chapter 14: �How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning�! � Book of Isaiah, 14:12

Narcissa smoothed her hair into place, tucking a few errant strands behind her ears and attempted to straighten her robes. She shot an amused look at Lucius, who was still sprawled in the chair looking decidedly disheveled. His usually stern features were relaxed, and his eyes had a definite sated, sleepy, heavy-lidded appearance she found undeniably attractive. He gave her a lazy smile but made no move to stand up. �You should leave your hair down, Narcissa,� he drawled. �I quite like it.�

She finished with her hair, folded her arms across her chest and stared down at him. �You should leave your hair down,� she said sweetly, �although I must say it makes you look quite dangerous.�

�I like to think I look dangerous without the hair down,� he said, and although she agreed with him, she remained silent but smiled in response. He finally moved, standing up and stretching languidly. She found herself staring at him as he did so, admiring the lean lines of his body as he completed the sinuous motion. He caught her stare. She flushed, and he laughed, the sound purely masculine. �See anything you like, Miss Black?� he asked her, a cocky grin on his face.

�I am rather fond of the china,� she said blandly, and he snorted in response and started to do up the buttons on his shirt. She caught sight of dark red scratch marks on his chest.

He followed her gaze with his own and looked back up. �Miss Black, how very vicious of you, marking me in such a fashion.� He shook his head in mock chastisement.

Narcissa, for all the dark and dangerous desires that burned within her, was still relatively new to physical intimacy. As this was the longest they had spent in each other�s company following such intimacy, she was not at all used to sexual teasing and found she was blushing entirely too often at his words. Not to mention seeing Malfoy in good humor was discerning enough regardless of what they had just done together. Instead of answering, she righted his clothing in a very wifely gesture, secretly enjoying touching him. Malfoy is like a dragon, she thought with a small smile, and I imagine petting one would be just as thrilling and terrifying. Or, one could imagine, riding one�

�Now what are you are blushing at, Narcissa? I haven�t even said anything,� he said, amused, his handsome mouth in his usual smirk.

She raised her eyes to his knowing gray ones and decided to wipe that smirk off his face and answer his question. Perhaps without dragon-riding reference. �I was thinking it must be similar to petting a sleeping dragon, touching you. You appear very benign at the moment, but I�ve no doubt you could easily rip my throat out if you so chose regardless of the good humor you seem to be in.�

�Yes, well. I am quite certain you are one of the only people who have ever seen me in good humor so I shall take your word on that, Narcissa. And are you quite certain you only thought of the similarity with petting a dragon? Surely that would not have made you blush,� he drawled, and she hit him lightly on the chest.

�Horrid man,� she said, and he laughed again. She narrowed her eyes at him, hands on hips. �As if I am to believe, Lucius Malfoy, that you have never been intimate with a woman before,� she said in an effort to avert his teasing.

Some of the amusement faded in his eyes, replaced by a masculine wariness that came purely from one�s lover bringing up past conquests. �I did not say that, Narcissa. I meant I was not in good humor with any of them afterwards.�

She met his eyes, wondering why verbally sparring with him gave her such a thrill. �Not even my sister?� she said sweetly, and at his outraged look, she laughed. It was always a delight to get the better of him � whether verbally or in any other fashion.

�Narcissa, it is not acceptable for you to even know such things, much less speak of them,� he said in an arrogantly condescending tone, �and you should know that no one remains in good humor around Bellatrix for long whether you happen to be shagging her or not.� He walked over to her, caught her arms in his hands and tightened his grip slightly. She gasped but not in pain, and he smiled in a most cruel fashion. Predictably, her breathing sped up, and her flush was no longer one of embarrassment.

Regardless, she answered him with the ever-proper �Miss Black� voice that she knew irritated him and said primly, �I shall take your word on that although I am sure it is correct � why there have been a great many people who shagged Bellatrix until she decided to marry Rodolphus. No doubt they would agree with you. Perhaps we should find some of them and ask at the next social occasion? Let�s see, you, Walden McNair, Barty Crouch Jr��

�Barty Crouch Jr?� Lucius looked horrified. �I do hope that was after me.�

Narcissa did not dignify that with a response but merely raised her chin and glowered at him, but she was certain the look lacked a certain heat.

As they quit the dining room, she noticed him check the grandfather clock as they progressed through a myriad of hallways with the same wood paneling and heavy carpeting. They appeared to be traveling deeper into the Manor, and the lack of windows left her feeling slightly claustrophobic even though the house was immense. Malfoy Manor was simply labyrinthine, and as they continued through the house, she found the d�cor suddenly heavy and thick around her. It was almost as if the Manor was breathing, as if it was in fact the heart of the Malfoy family, and that heart was pulsing with blood and gold, the two entwined in some symbiotic give-and-take.

�Where are we going?� Narcissa said, her voice echoing off the walls. She was uncomfortable with her thoughts; after all, this place was going to be her home and morbid images should not be plaguing her. The blood imagery called to mind her sister, who was fond of the color in Shadowbarrow � at least, in those rooms she had bothered to decorate. Bellatrix did not need to surround herself with red at home to evoke blood; it hung heavily in the air around her wherever she went.

�I thought I�d show you the solarium,� he said, and she laughed shortly. He turned to scowl down at her. �What exactly amuses you so?�

�Perhaps it is the thought of you surrounded by all that light,� she said teasingly, and he smirked, his hand going to the small of her back.

�My name means light,� he said as he ushered her into a tiled room surrounded in windows. The solarium had a ceiling made entirely out of glass, and the stars glittered like diamonds in the inky velvet of the cloudless night sky. �However, I must admit I find myself in here only at night.�

In the room were chairs reclined in such a way that the people lying in them had an unrestricted view of the sky. There were no plants in the room, which was unusual for a solarium. Narcissa walked around the room and mentioned it as Lucius stared up at the night sky.

�I am sure you have figured something out about me, Narcissa. I am not terribly interested in keeping things alive,� he said. He did not look at her but kept staring up at the sky. She joined him, and he motioned to the chairs. �Here,� he said, �they are quite comfortable.�

The chair seemed to be an extremely improper way to sit. Reclining back in such a fashion almost seemed indecent � until she remembered what they had just done in the very proper chairs of the dining room. Grateful the dark room hid her flush, Narcissa sat down and looked up at the sky, noting that the chairs were indeed perfectly suited for such an activity. �I was not aware you were interested in astronomy,� she said, correctly guessing the odd use and arrangement of the room was for him and not his father.

�It was my favorite subject in school,� he said simply, and Narcissa turned to look at his profile. Lucius was indeed an incredibly handsome man, and at the moment he was as relaxed as she had ever seen him. He turned and smiled at her lazily. �Obviously a trait shared by your family,� he said lightly. �Why exactly is it, anyway, that you escaped the celestial name tradition?�

She smiled a bit and stared up at the sky. �My father wanted to name me Cassiopeia, but my mother refused. She said my father had already �cursed� my sisters with such names and that they would no doubt grow up to be frightfully inappropriate women with such �warlike� names.� Narcissa laughed without much mirth. �How right she was, Mother,� she said.

�I was to be her princess, her �perfect� little girl. Mother liked the name �Narcissa� because she wanted me to love myself for who I was and wanted me to be possessed of feminine graces that my other sisters lacked or some such drivel.� She waved her hand in a negligent gesture. �I am not terribly sure mother had any reason other than the Greek name placated father � you know how the old guard is with tradition, and the Greek names are a bit of a tradition � to name me Narcissa. Self-love, she translates it, but I have always been well-aware the name means vain.� There was a slight bite to the word as she said it.

�They should have named you after a warrior. It is too bad Odysseus is not a name for a girl,� Lucius said softly. �Your mind does justice to the man who they say originated cunning.� He smiled briefly at the thought. �Why, you might have been related to Salazar himself, Narcissa.�

She was pleased by his words. Having Malfoy admit to her cunning nature was far more of a compliment than him waxing eloquently on her beauty. She was well aware Malfoy found her beautiful; most men did. His appreciation of her mind was truly flattering, on the other hand. �Thank you,� she said, acknowledging the compliment, and he inclined his head briefly to her.

Narcissa stared at the constellation above her. She had never been a fan of astronomy; it seemed a pointless waste of time to her. �Lucius, what is that constellation, there?� She pointed above her, and he peered for a moment before answering.

�That�s Draco, the dragon,� he said. �Although it looks a bit more like a snake, really.�

She smiled at him, charmed for some reason at this knowledge of his interest in astronomy. It had a decidedly humanizing effect on him. A thought struck her, and this time her laugh was actually amused. He looked over at her in the chair next to him and quirked his brow.

�It occurs to me, Lucius, how our parents gave us names that are absolutely the opposite of what we are. My parents named me after a being that cared only for their looks, and your parents named you light.� She met his eyes and smiled. �When in fact, I am pleased I am lovely but have always wanted to be respected for my mind. And you � well, I don�t suppose I need to explain why �light� is such a poor name for you.�

�It would appear you are correct,� he said. He stared back up at the stars above them and said �I could hardly think of a more inappropriate name for either of us.�

They sat in silence for a few moments until she said quietly, �You know, if we wish to honor my family�s tradition of naming our son after some celestial being �� She missed the swift look of satisfaction he had given her when she said the words our son as she was still entranced by the glittering stars. �� and your family tradition of giving our child a name he does not resemble, then perhaps we should name our son Draco,� she teased. �Then he will no doubt be the best of children.�

Lucius laughed. �Somehow I doubt that any child we shall have will be anything less than a dragon, Narcissa, don�t you think?� Something dark suddenly came over his features, and she blinked in confusion at the rapid change in his expression. He had looked almost human, staring up at the sky with her, and now he looked almost as dangerous as she had ever seen him.

He stood up and held a hand down to her. �Before we begin naming our future offspring, there is a little matter of a ring that I believe I owe you.�

She reached her hand out and allowed him to pull her to her feet. He pulled her close to him and pulled out his wand. Confused, she realized they were about to Apparate. �Lucius,� she began, �what are you doing?�

He smiled down at her, that dark promise on his face thrilling her and terrifying her simultaneously. Remember that, Narcissa. Lucius Malfoy can appear as benign as you and stargaze with you while talking about your future children, but this is the man he shall always be underneath. Everything else is a fa�ade.

�We�re going to get you a ring,� he said and laughed. The sound drew all the hairs at her neck to attention, and she had to look away from the decidedly evil gleam in his cold gray eyes.
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