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What You Exhibit	By : FlamingSilverTempest Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 7675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-What You Exhibit
- 2-Chapter 2 : Meeting Mr Malfoy
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And so they meet....

Chapter 2 : Meeting Mr Malfoy
'Miss Black, what a pleasure to meet you', Lucius purred as he drew Narcissa's hand to his lips. He ran his tongue over his lower lip the second before he kissed her knuckles and as he lingered for just a moment too long, his lips caressed the dip between her knuckles a touch too much to be proper and looked up from under full eyelashes.
Narcissa's stomach clenched. She put on a tight-lipped smile, lowering her eyes partly out of shock, and curtsied slightly. 'Mr Malfoy', she replied.
She was quite proper then, he thought as he lead her into one of a day rooms overlooking the manor gardens. 'Please call me Lucius, we are to be married after all', he said gently squeezing her fingers as he lowered their hands. While the ins and outs of pureblood marriages were well known to him, marital bliss or as near as was possible would be preferable to him than a cold, conversationless business transaction. Plus the girl was pretty. Surely there was some fun to be had.
'So I have heard, Lucius', she replied softly, still looking down. She could still feel the mark of his lips on her hand and pressed the spot with her thumb as she clasped her hands behind her back. Electricity sparked from that point and shot straight between her legs and her heart began to beat just a little faster. She pressed her thighs together as she and Lucius took their seats for tea. She sat with a very straight back, outwardly the picture of proper poise and good manners but angled her hips forward, pressing her cunt down into the sofa in an attempt to quash the rising tingle. Yet despite herself she felt magic prickling all over when he smiled at her as she sneaked a peek at his face. There was a sensual curve to his lips and all she could do was imagine those lips at her neck, on her breasts, kissing her thigh and higher.
Their chaperone, Narcissa's childhood nanny, was sitting at a discreet distance reading a book and Narcissa was facing away from her, sitting on a chesterfield sofa while Lucius took an upholstered chair across from her. He continued to look at her and she continued to look at the floor just in front of his feet.
‘I think the June wedding that has been suggested by our respective parents will be most agreeable. They say it will be held here at the Manor. The gardens will be in full bloom and very picturesque for the event’, said Lucius as a house elf appeared bearing a tray with tea and slices of cake, placed it on the low table between them and popped out of sight. Lucius leaned forward to pour them tea.
‘Yes. It will mean that the dress I shall wear will be made of a light fabric for the season. I have the first appointment with the dressmaker tomorrow’, Narcissa replied as she took the teacup and saucer he offered her. Were they really going to discuss the details of their wedding in such blank tones? Was that a glint in his eye at the implication of her undressed in front of the dressmakers?
Talk continued in this insipid spiritless vein but that glint in his eye persisted. He spoke of the manor and his family as if he was quoting from a textbook on the subject, clearly intending to impress her with the grander of her new connections but there was a subtext that implied he was fully aware of how she really felt about it. How she felt about him on the other hand was slowly coming together in her mind. He was high-born which was to be expected she supposed but he seemed… new, fresh and quite unlike his stuffy forbears. There was an air of relaxed confidence about him that put him at odds with being the crown prince of the Malfoy dynasty. Almost… dare she think it… rock and roll. He caressed the rim of his teacup with a fingertip as he spoke. She found herself idly wishing she was that teacup.
‘Had you any thoughts about the honeymoon my dear?’
Narcissa coughed slightly into her tea as her reverie was shattered. ‘The honeymoon?’
‘Yes. Arrangements for the trip, we have a destination to chose.’ There was that look again. She felt that tell-tale pressure build in her mind and she wanted to challenge him, to shock and amaze him. To take the view he must now hold of her as meek and demure and shatter it into a million tiny pieces. She was so much more than that. Her cunt began to tingle again at the thought of what she would like to happen on her honeymoon. Perhaps she would give him a preview.
She sat up a little straighter, placed her teacup back on the table and looked in square in the eye and began to hitch up her skirts from her knees, folding up the fabric revealing her ankles and calves. ‘I had not given the matter any thought’, she replied in the same conversational tone but she continued drawing up her skirts, the action hidden from their oblivious chaperone sitting behind the sofa.
Lucius did not notice at first and went on to suggest various destinations they might visit, perhaps a tour. As she continued to reveal herself he paused for a moment over his tea before arching an eyebrow and followed her progress with just his eyes giving nothing away in his expression. He was in full view of the chaperone and for all the world he would not have her stop this wonderful show.
Once her knees were exposed to him, he looked her in the eye. She returned his gaze with complete confidence. ‘I cannot abide the heat. I should much prefer to visit somewhere cold. The beauty of a snow covered landscape is quite breathtaking, don’t you think?’ Slowly she parted her legs allowing his view up her inner thighs to that delicate hollow at her groin as she brought her handfuls of skirt up to her hips.
‘Yes. Breathtaking’ he replied absently.
She let one of her hands slide down her thigh to her knee and then gently she dragged her nails back up her inner thigh leaving little red trails as she went. 'I'm glad you think so. I should hate to think of us disagreeing upon things so early in our marriage.' Her gentle tone was so at odds with her actions it unnerved him. Unnerved and aroused him.
'I think if we start as we mean to continue our marriage will be a resounding success', he muttered, slightly failing to maintain the conversational tone she made seem so effortless. The chaperone however noticed nothing. Narcissa continued to stroke her thigh.
'I have always wanted to see the Northern Lights. They can only be seen in the colder northern climbs at certain times of the year.' She stroked her fingers up and over her cunt through the silk of her knickers, toying with the ruffles of fabric soaking them through with her wettness.
'Nothing would please me more than to indulge any desire of yours my dear, but I've heard the Southern Lights can be just as beautiful.' He crossed his legs, mindful that he was in full view of their third party and the need to conceal the growing evidence of the conversations' subtext.
'Well as this to be our honeymoon if there is a sight you wish to see it would be a very poor thing of me to deny you I should think,' she replied as her finger slid underneath her knickers without pulling them back, completely contradicting the subtext of what she had said. She closed her eyes and slipped her fingers inside herself and let the pleasure show on her face, but kept the actual act hidden from him. No reason a girl should give up all her tricks in one go.
The sight of her splayed open in defiant pleasure was almost too much for him and he was slowly rubbing his aching cock through his robes by instinctive reaction as opposed to conscious decision. 'No, I don't suppose you would, once we are married' he said softly, wondering exactly what kind of marriage he was signing up for. She was a new breed of woman. Something quite different to those who had come before. What a refreshing thought. And he rethought his earlier judgment that she was 'quite pretty'. She was actually very beautiful.
‘Well Narcissa, we have plenty of time to plan and I’m sure we will come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement.’
‘My thoughts exactly Lucius. Now time is getting on and I believe you said that your father wanted you to attend a meeting with him this afternoon’ she said as she stood and let her skirts drop to the floor. Mesmerised by the sight of those beautiful legs working, the muscles tightening and flexing as she stood, his line of sight stayed just ahead of her skirts as they fell.
'Damn', he said under his breath. But it was not an admonishment.
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