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Foolish	By : SweetHoney Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Narcissa Views: 2898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All characters and invention of the world that is Harry Potter, belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing it for my creative writing and in no way am profiting from it, only to help me practice my writing.

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Narcissa screamed as she struggled to get Lucius off her, but it was only increasing the friction between them. He moaned, revealing to her that he was enjoying it. She realized what she was doing to him and that he had her pinned and ceased her efforts. Holding her wrist above her head he kissed her. Soon, she returned his kiss with equal passion. He had kissed her into submission. She had given in, but he knew the war wasn't over. He broke the connection between their lips and trailed kisses down her jawline.

"Do you remember our wedding night?" Lucius whispered in her ear in a low seductive tone.

"We-we shouldn't be-be doing this." she stuttered, her breath uneven.

"You were a shy virgin. Your body was trembling as you are now."

"Are you listening to me? I am Narcissa. Not Camellia!" she insisted.

Lucius kissed the center of her throat, breathing in her scent, a scent that he knew very well. "I know who you are."

"Then stop what you're doing!"

"What if I don't want too?"

"It's not right! I'm your sister-in-law!"

"No."

"You must! This - what we're - what you're - isn't proper - oh!" Narcissa moaned when he sucked on a sensitive spot.

He pulled back to stare at her, to search her eyes. "I know every inch of your body."

"Just because I am Camellia's twin it does not mean our bodies are exactly identical." she said angrily.

"True," Lucius agreed, "this for insists." He ran a finger over the skin on the back of her neck and smirked when she shuddered. "You have freckles here." He found them while he was dressing the wound on the back of her head.

"Everyone has freckles. I got these from lying out in the sun. On the beach in France." she added the last part quickly.

"Have you forgotten we share a bed? I know you. I know your body. I know the location of every mole on your skin. Every shape, form, and number of freckles you have. These, you developed on our honeymoon."

"Camellia had freckles on the same spot as me?" she said in surprise. "We're more alike than I thought."

"No, Camellia had freckles on the front of her body. You, my wife, have them on your back."

As soon as he saw those freckles he knew that she was his wife. He brought her to Malfoy manor. Gently, he placed her on the bed. He kissed her head, relief that she was alive. As he dressed her wound, questions began to form in his mind. How did she convince her parents to participate in this charade? From what he heard they have not spoken to each other in years. At the funeral, her mother was weeping tears and her father was said to have had a stroke. The parchment they had sent him was venomous, filled with despair. If their daughter was not really dead, why did their animosity felt genuine? Maybe their daughter was dead?

That thought in mind, he went to Camellia's or whoever's grave it was and used a spell to raise the coffin. He didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. It was the only way to find out the truth. He expected to find it empty, but it was not. A woman was lying in there. She had an identical face to his wife. This sort of thing could have been achieved through a glamour charm. He waved his wand in an attempt to remove the charm, but nothing happened. It could have been a potion that was keeping her looking like Camellia. Lucius leaned over the body of the unknown woman to inspect the skin on her hand. If she was dead when she was given the potion then there should be signs of it as a thin layer of blue tint on her skin. There was none. He went to her face. She was pale as a ghost, but there was not hint of blue.

That was when something occurred to him. Maybe this corpse was the real Narcissa? She could have died from some sort of accident. Camellia could have taken her name to live her life free of him. While he looked down at her corpse he noticed some freckles on her neck. Camellia didn't have freckles on the front of her body. He specifically remembered that they were on her back. He knew because he had caressed and kissed them often enough to know where they are. Curious, he pulled down the collar of her dress. There were more freckles that trailed down to her breast. It took a moment but he recognized after thinking about it long enough. He had seen them before. Rachael Blanc had the exact same freckles on her neck. This couldn't have been a coincidence, which meant that Rachael was Narcissa. He knew there was something familiar about her. He was attracted to her because he thought she reminded him of Camellia. Of course she would, she was her twin. Narcissa had fabricated Rachael Blanc, seduced him, and plotted to murder Camellia. But why would she try to murder her? She was Camellia's twin. She could have gotten rid of Camellia by other means and assumed her identity while he was gone from home. Why would she go through all of this trouble? Unless she couldn't chose the simple route. He went through several theories, but could not think of a reason for her to do this.

Pulling her coffin back underneath the ground, he went back to his wife. She was still unconscious, incapable of telling him the truth. He had missed her dearly. He stroked her hand, kissing her lips, and went through her pockets to search for her wand. She was angry with him and might try to hex him when she wakes up. He stopped what he was doing when he saw her hand twitching. He looked at her face and realized that she was still asleep. He picked up her hand and kissed the back of her wrist. The pale shadow of her wedding ring could be seen on her finger. He kissed it as well and then looked at his ring. He never took it off his finger since the moment she placed it on him. He would get her another ring, a bigger and better than the last.

His mind wandered to their wedding day. She was absolutely breathtaking that day. He couldn't keep his hands off her. He was constantly caressed her skin or kissed her whenever he could. While she was signing their marriage license, he placed his hand on her thigh, which startled her. She accidentally bumped her hand over the inkwell. Ink was spilled over the parchment. She was upset, but he assured her that it was fine and gave the license to the solicitor to clean and pulled her upstairs.

Lucius believed that he had to bring it to her to show her that they were married even if she changed her name. He went downstairs to the study to retrieve it. A copy was sent to them a few days after the wedding, but he never opened the sealed envelope. He left it in the desk. When he found the envelop, he broke the seal and pulled out the license to look at it. He stared at the name next to his. Narcissa Black Malfoy.

The truth was difficult for Lucius to swallow. He was angry and hurt by her dishonesty. He was also confused. If he was married to Narcissa all this time that meant that Rachael was Camellia. The body in the coffin was really Camellia. He had murdered Camellia and Camellia wanted to murder Narcissa. Camellia disguised herself as Rachael to seduce him. What the hell was going on here? He could not figure out that had happened or why. He needed answers from Narcissa.

"Nothing to say?" He coaxed her. "I have you cornered, Narcissa. You cannot deny it any longer."

Narcissa remained silent, staring at him with unreadable eyes. There was still fight left in her. She was unwilling to admit defeat as of yet.

Lucius grabbed their marriage license from the nightstand and held it in front of her face. "We are married. You're my wife. I'm your husband."

He felt her body tensed. "Not anymore." She said with suspicious certainty.

"What do you mean?"

"The marriage was annulled."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "How?" Right when he thought he had her, she cuts him off before he could celebrate his victory. How could she have their marriage annulled without his consent? Was she bluffing? What was she playing at?

"My signature…your blood."

"My blood?"

"When you pricked your finger on the wedding dress."

Lucius inclined his head as he recalled the incident and laughed. "I don't believe Bellatrix was that clever."

Narcissa laughed. "Not Bella, me."

"You?! Why would you do that? Annulled our marriage! Why would you do something like that?"

"Do you really have to ask? You murderer!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Lucius. He was afraid she knew that he was the one who murdered Rachael or Camellia.

"You tried to kill me!"

"No! Not me, it was Camellia. She wanted you dead."

"How dare you! Camellia was my twin. She would never!"

"Narcissa, listen to me. Camellia disguised herself. She seduced me. She sent you that cursed necklace."

"I believe you when you say she seduced you." she admitted. "But she would never attempt to murder me!"

"She had a speech rehearsed for your eulogy."

"She's dead. You can claim anything you want - put words in her mouth!"

"Why would I kill you?"

"How would I know?"

"Even you can't find a reason." Lucius' demeanor softened, "You lied to me throughout our entire relationship, but none of that matter to me as long as you're alive. You're here. With me." As he said these words, he closed the distance between them and kissed her tenderly. When he released her wrist she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. He rocked his hips against hers and moaned when she scraped her nails up and down his back.

Lucius had enough of her teasing and began tearing her dress off her body, throwing it aside. Narcissa arched her back as he rained kisses on every part of her flesh that he was exposing. Panting, Narcissa pulled him back up and tugged at his trousers. He stood on his knees and unbuckled his belt. Narcissa pulled him into a kiss when they were fully naked. Her body missing his as much as he missed hers.

0o0

"Give my sister back!" Bellatrix demanded. She was standing outside the gates of Malfoy manor with her husband Rodolphus, his brother Rabastan behind her.

"I told you, we don't have her." Abraxas said, calmly, "She's your sister. You're the one who lost her, why are you coming here to look for her?"

"Because I know Lucius has her!"

"He does not." insisted the older man.

"Bella, I think -"

Bellatrix turned around to look at her husband, "Shut it!" her cold gaze went to Rabastan, and she whispered, "This is all your fault. If you'd learn to control your cock none of this would be happening!"

Rabastan cleared his throat, guilty he looked away from his sister-in-law. Bellatrix huffed at his behavior and took out her wand, ready to attack him, but Rodolphus held her back. Rabastan realized what she was planning and ran off to hid.

"If you're going to kill each other, I suggest you do that on your own property." said Abraxes. "Blood is unsightly and difficult to remove."

Bellatrix glared at the older man before she apprated away, her husband followed shortly.

"Bella, love," Rodolphus called after her when they arrived home.

Bellatrix ignored him and stomped upstairs.

"You can't kill him! I won't allow it!" he said as he went after her.

"What use is he to you beside spare parts?" said Bellatrix as she went to her closet and brought out a box. "I know a brilliant doctor. I'm certain for a good price he'll store Rabastan's parts for you when I'm through with him."

"No. He's my brother, all that I have."

"Are you saying my sisters aren't equally important as your brother?"

"I'm not saying that at all."

Bellatrix sighed. "If you want him around so much we can have him stuffed and mounted on the wall of your study."

"He's not a common house elf."

"Fine, we'll pay full price to keep his body fully intact and kept standing in the drawing room." she shrugged, "But we must move him to his room when guests visit."

"Bella, no!" he paused when she pulled out a small child in a pink dress with blonde hair from the box by the leg. "Merlin! Who's child did you kidnap?!"

"No, you fool." she turned the small figure around to show him the porcelain doll.

"How many of those do you have?"

"There were only two. This one is Cammy the other is Cissy."

"Cammy?" he said looking at the doll.

"Cammy is Camellia's doll. Cissy is Narcissa's."

"How did you get it? I thought your family would have buried it with her?"

"I found it in Camellia's old room." she said, twisting the doll's head off and pulled out something.

0o0

The next morning, Lucius held Narcissa possessively in his arms. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent, delighted in the feel of her naked body beside his. She was asleep, her back pressed against his chest. When she began to stir, he relaxed his body and pretended to sleep. She stared into space for a moment before attempting to gently remove his arm off her. He grunted and put his arm back where it was. Feeling like teasing her, he placed his leg over her hip, his morning erection pressed on to her lower back. He opened one eye to watch what she would do. She was looking at his leg. When she turned her head to look at him, he quickly closed his eye. His witch was clever. She turned her body on to her back and began to wiggle from underneath his leg. Before she could escape he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He sat up and placed her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her body.

"Where are you going, love?" he lazily asked her.

"Far away from you."

Lucius instantly sobered, his erection gone. "You're still angry? But after last night -"

"Last night meant nothing. It was merely a kiss goodbye."

"We did more than kiss." He said, kissing the freckles on the back of her neck. Fortunately for him, they hadn't faded or else he would never have figured it out. "Let's not dwell on this right now. We're enjoying ourselves in this moment."

"I want to get dress."

Lucius was going to object to that. He wanted to stay in bed and make love again, but gave into her demand. He supposed he could spoil her for now and later, when they fully reconciled, they'll spend the rest of your lives in bed together. He removed his arms, allowing Narcissa to stand up. Unabashed at her own nudity, she went to the closet, pulled out some clothes, and went to the bathroom.

Lucius sighed, folding his arms behind his head. That woman can be so stubborn. Deciding to join her, he threw the sheets aside and walked to the bathroom. Water was running behind the screen. He pushed it aside and found it empty. She was gone.

"Narcissa!" he shouted. "Narcissa!" He searched the large space but she was nowhere. Where could she be? She couldn't have used magic without her wand.

He glanced at the window and noticed that it was ajar.

"No…" he said to himself. He went to the window and opened it wider. "Narcissa!"

He saw her cloak bellowing beneath the window. "Narcissa come back here! Have you gone mental? This is two stories! You'll fall!" he shouted as he quickly put his trousers on and grabbed his wand. He ran outside to catch her.

0o0

Narcissa counted to twenty after hearing the door slammed before she emerged from her hiding spot in the cupboard. Last night she had pretended that she didn't know where she was, but she knew this manor. It was her home for four months, had explored it thoroughly. She had little else to do while he was gone.

She was wearing her riding trousers and a blouse, enabling comfortable movements. She would have headed for the Floo network, but she needed to find her wand first. The nightstand was where Lucius usually placed his wand before he went to bed. He might have placed hers there too. It wasn't there. She went to the dresser next and it wasn't there either. While walking back to the bed she tripped on something. Her head was throbbing but, she suppressed the pain, and looked down at what she had tripped on. It was the clothes they had discarded last night. Of course!

Narcissa went to the pile. Carefully she sorted through it and felt for a wand. When she found her wand, she'll leave before Lucius came back. She could not believe that he had a copy of the license hidden from her. She thought she had found all of them before she left. Now, he knew the truth. Secretly, she was happy that he seemed accepting of her, but she didn't know if he was pretending this kindness only for revenge, and break her heart all over again. She didn't think she could take that. Last night proved that she was weak against him. Even now, she wanted him. Maybe distance between them would do her some good.

0o0

Lucius looked up at the cloak that was hanging on the wall. He angled his head and saw that nothing was under it. It was merely a cloak, bellowing in the wind. Realizing that Narcissa had tricked him, he raced back into the manor.

"Lucius?"

Lucius halted as he saw his father staring at him in shock. He was in the dining room, eating breakfast.

"Not now, father!" he shouted as he dashed to his bedroom. He had no time to explain his atrocious attire. He had to get to Narcissa. He pushed opened the door and shouted, "Stupefy!" a house elf fell on the floor with a thump. Lucius released the house elf and ordered him to tell him where Narcissa was. He caught up with her at the hearth right before she yelled Black Manor. Breathing a sigh of relief, he picked Narcissa off the floor and carried her back to their bed room. He placed her on the bed and put the blanket over her. He kissed her head and got dressed. Needing some air, he stepped out of the room and walked down the hall.

"Father I need your advice." Lucius asked when he found his father downstairs in the drawing room.

Abraxas sipped his morning tea. "Does it have something to do with the woman you have upstairs?"

Lucius didn't have to ask how his father knew this. The house elf probably told him.

"Bellatrix Lestrange was here earlier, claiming you kidnapped her sister." Abraxas said as he eyed his son. "I sent her away."

"I have Narcissa in my room." Lucius confessed as he sat down on a chair next to his father. "She's my wife. She must stay with me."

"I suppose you can still claim her for now."

"What do you mean? How did you know?" Lucius asked in astonishment. "I've just found out last night."

"I always felt that something was not right. After your declaration that Camellia is still alive, I did my own investigation. Imagine my surprise in finding out that you married Narcissa instead of Camellia."

"The marriage has been annulled. She tricked me and took my blood. I did not give my consent."

"Your annulment is currently pending."

"Cancel it!" He said firmly and was happy to know that they are still married. "I will not allow her to leave me. Not like this."

Abraxas observed his son thoughtfully. "You want to remain with her? After all that she's done?"

"I love her."

"Which one? Camellia or Narcissa?"
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