Fic: Love for All Seasons (Lucius/Narcissa)
To: femmequixotic
From: ginny___weasley


Title: Love For All Seasons
Author: ginny___weasley
Gift For: femmequixotic
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Lucius and Narcissa's relationship.
Warnings: This story contains sexual activity between consenting teens. Restraints, Slight D/S and emotional control/manipulation, and a little CBT.
Author's notes: Many thanks to r_becca for the brainstorming, for being so patient with me, for the encouragement, and for giving me this assignment.

Huge thanks, as well, to my beta, I. You are awesome and wonderful and I am in your debt.

I hope you enjoy it, femmequixotic.


Narcissa walks calmly down the stone corridors that lead to the Slytherin common room. She sniffs the flowers Rabastan has given her, enjoying their scent. They're roses. The first to bloom this year. Trite, perhaps. Predictable, maybe. But still a nice gesture of friendship. She doesn't think Lucius would have thought to do it.



She gives the password and enters. It's late, the room is dark and empty. The only things she can make out are the shapes of the furniture and the openings to the dorm rooms. She feels sad knowing that the roses will die almost immediately, but makes her way to her dorm, intent on placing them in a vase of water anyway.



"Narcissa."



She stills and looks around, squinting for the source of the voice. "Lucius?" she asks.



"You're getting in late."



"Just got off detention with Slughorn. Deadly boring, you know." She adopts a mockery of the professor's voice. "I knew Artemis Ethelbert when-"



"And the roses were a parting gift?" Lucius challenges. Narcissa can see him better now that her eyes have adjusted. He's leaning against the doorway that leads to the boys' dormitory. His position is an attempt at casual, but she thinks he seems more rigid than normal.



Narcissa smiles and shrugs nonchalantly. "A gift, certainly. But not from Slughorn. What do you care?"



Narcissa sees Lucius's outline straighten as he says, "I care if another man is so presumptuous as to bestow my girlfriend with any gift."



"Don't be so possessive, Lucius. They're only flowers." Deciding to give him something to consider, she adds, "And it isn't as though you would think to do something so sweet."



"Apologies, Narcissa," Lucius says smoothly. "I had no idea colorful weeds brought you so much joy. I will bear that in mind before I spend my valuable time searching for a suitable present for your birthday."



"It's late," Narcissa states. "And I'm exhausted from the effort of listening to Slughorn babble about all the people he knows who probably don't remember him anyway. I'm not arguing with you. Goodnight." She turns and begins to walk away.



"Who gave you the roses?"



"A friend," Narcissa answers over her shoulder. She pauses, considering if she should explain they are purely platonic. Then, she decides she doesn't owe him an explanation. She turns to face him, tilts her head to one side, and adds, "And if you want to know more, Lucius, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to keep on wanting. I'm sixteen years old and I don't report to my own parents, much less a seventeen year old boy who grows jealous over, as you call it, colorful weeds. If this relationship is going to go anywhere, you'd do well to remember that."



Lucius laughs, a soft chuckle that sounds mocking. "Passable. I could almost believe you."



"Don't patronize me, Malfoy," Narcissa snaps, moving closer. "And don't make the mistake of thinking you're my only option, either. Keep it up, and I'll go to one of them instead."



Lucius does not move. "Then go," he says casually. "I will not waste my time with someone who would lower themselves to be with anyone else."



She stops in front of him. From here she can see his blonde hair catching what little light there is, can see his eyes seeking hers. "You arrogant prat," she says affectionately, and it's a surprise even to her own ears.



He hooks his forefinger under her chin, tilting her head up as he leans down. When he speaks, she can feel his lips brushing hers. "Don't confuse arrogance with confidence."



He kisses her, his hand coming around to cradle the back of her head. She wraps her arms around his neck, gripping the roses so they don't fall. He slides his hands down her sides, securing them at her waist. When he seeks entrance into her mouth, she parts her lips, catching his tongue gently between her teeth. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer and she bites harder.



Without breaking apart, Lucius walks backwards, taking her with him. At first, she follows without thinking. But as the darkness grows deeper, she realizes they are no longer in the common room, but his dorm.



Anxiousness twists Narcissa's stomach and she pulls back, bringing her hands down to his chest to push him back as well. "Lucius, I-"



"Shhhhh." His fingers tuck stray strands of her hair behind her ear. He tilts her head up again and reclaims her mouth before she has time to protest.



She tenses, hands still at his chest, prepared to push him away again. He takes her hands in his, his thumb prying open her hold on the roses. She closes her fist more tightly, but relaxes against him, moving her mouth slowly against his.



One arm wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her wrist, Lucius sweeps Narcissa further into the dorm, past his sleeping comrades, in a sort of graceful dance. Narcissa allows him to lead her, never breaking the kiss even when they stop at the edge of his bed. She pulls his lower lip into her mouth, first sucking, then nibbling at it.



His hands are inside her robes, parting them at her collar and sliding them off her shoulders. She gasps at the coldness of his hands, which still heat her skin unnaturally. As he pushes the thick fabric down her arms, he breaks the kiss, his tongue instead licking a path down her neck and coming to rest at the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She tilts her head back to allow him better access.



The robes fall from her waist, whispering to the floor and forming a puddle at her feet. She's left standing in only her bra and knickers, while he's still fully clothed. His hand takes hold of hers once again, slipping his fingers between hers and loosening her hold on the roses. These fall as well, joining the discarded robes on the dungeon floor.



She watches them descend and wishes she could pick them up again. Perhaps they mean more to her than she thought.



Lucius's hands rub her lower back and push the roses out of her mind. Again she finds her skin flushed with heat at the contact. She leans forward, pressing her body against his, a sharp intake of breath issuing forth involuntarily when she feels his erection through his robes. His fingers play with the hooks of her bra and the material begins to separate from her body. Slowly, he eases the straps from her shoulders, down her arms, until he's removed the article entirely.



Her breasts fall free and she feels herself turning red. She brings one arm up to cover herself, but Lucius doesn't seem to notice.



Both hands at her waist, Lucius walks Narcissa backwards until the backs of her knees collide with his bed. Then, he lifts her high enough to place her gently in the center. She props herself up on one elbow, the other still over her chest.



"Lie back," Lucius whispers.



"I don't think so," she answers. "What makes you think you get to be in charge? I can handle you just as well as you think you can handle me."



"Lie back," he repeats. His eyes slide over to the nearby beds. "Unless you wish to give a show to everyone here."



Narcissa looks around as well. All the hangings are drawn. Before she can point this out, they slide noiselessly open one by one. Their occupants are sleeping, but still her stomach drops as she returns her attention to Lucius. In his hand he holds his wand.



"What are you playing at?" she demands in a harsh whisper.



"If we make too much noise, they'll wake up. I confess I would find it interesting to see their reaction to finding you-"



"You wouldn't."



"No?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow.



Narcissa looks around again. Then huffs and lies down, choosing to ignore Lucius's smug smile. First, all she can see is the dark outline of the dorm ceiling. Then, Lucius's face comes into view, hovering over hers.



He presses his lips to hers again, but only for a moment. "Just relax," he encourages, stroking her cheek gently. His fingers leave her face, caressing her throat and then dipping to her chest. He grabs her wrist firmly, though not painfully, and tries to ease her arm away.



"Lucius, no," she whispers, realizing the absurdity of allowing him to put her in this position only to now say no.



He entwines his fingers with hers. "Lift your arm, Narcissa," he says quietly.



She shakes her head. "No. I don't...Not until...I can't."



He tilts his head to one side. "Very well." Rolling off of her, he adds, "Then go. I don't have time to waste on you."



She sits up, hand still protecting her modesty, and glowers down at him. "That's how you see me? As someone you waste time on?"



"When you play adult games only to run scared like a child, then yes, you're wasting my time." He twirls his wand in his fingers as he adds, "Perhaps Rabastan will be more interested in a cock teasing."



"I'm not running scared," Narcissa argues. "But I'm not a slut, either. I'm not going to just lie down and take it because you command it."



"What do you want?" he asks calmly. "Would you prefer it if I forced myself on you? I won't do that. If you'd rather leave, then please do so. I won't stop you."



Narcissa grips herself tighter, but makes no move to leave. "If I did leave? Then what? Would you find some other girl to satisfy your urges?"



"If you want to leave, then leave," Lucius repeats. "But make your decision now. I will not argue with you."



Narcissa bites her lower lip in hesitation. Part of her wants to storm off, walk out of there with her head held high and not care what he did afterwards. She is a Black, after all. That makes her practically royal, and royalty does not pander to the whims of others.



The other part, however, recognizes that Lucius would be a terrible loss. He's a pureblood from a respectable family who stands to inherit a great fortune upon his parents' deaths. Relations from both sides have been supporting their relationship, hoping for a marriage shortly after she leaves school. She knows that walking away from Lucius will not only leave her hard-pressed to find a match to which her parents would consent, but make her supremely unhappy as well. Regardless of who else she could have, Lucius is the one she wants.



"I don't want to leave," she says softly. Slowly, she lies back down.



Lucius watches her in silence. Then, in a voice soft as smoke asks, "Are you sure?"



She nods. "I'm sure."



He considers her a moment, then sits up. "You will cooperate with me."



Narcissa can't tell if it was a question or not, but she nods again.



"Then lift your arms. Both of them."



Clenching her jaw, Narcissa lets her hand slide from her chest. Her face heats and a lump forms in her throat, but she raises her arms until her hands touch the headboard.



Lucius waves his wand and Narcissa feels something slithering over her wrists, pulling her arms taut, and securing them in place. She pulls at her bindings, testing them. They have no give.



She looks back at Lucius, who is watching her face carefully in the dim light. She stares back at him, lifting her chin so she doesn't seem like a struggling victim. He holds her gaze then - she can just make out - his eyes are traveling down her chest, moving to her breasts, inspecting them without contact.



Her nipples harden at that, and she bites her lip again. He moves closer to her, one of his legs coming to rest between both of hers. Eyes locked with hers, he lowers his head and extends his tongue. She watches as it swirls around her right nipple before his lips close and he begins to suck. She feels the tip of his tongue teasing the very point of her nipple, swiping across it quickly until she feels heat at her abdomen, a delicate moistening between her thighs. She moans.



He bites then, and the sharp pain makes her gasp and twist. When he releases her breast, it's only to take the other in his mouth. He licks slowly, almost cat-like in his precision. He bites again, hard, and does not relent. She cries out and tries to turn away and his teeth apply more pressure.



"Lucius," she whimpers.



He bites harder and she falls silent. His tongue returns, soothing the flesh and Narcissa decides there's a cord between her breasts and her cunt because the sensation causes it to pulse and she can feel herself getting wetter.



Lucius continues to tease Narcissa's nipple, alternating between harsh bites and the gentlest of contact until the skin is sensitized to the point that tears begin to form in her eyes. The wet pocket between her legs is aching for contact and she lifts her hips in silent entreaty.



He lifts his head, his hand resting against her hip. "Are we getting impatient, love?" he teases. One finger traces her inner thigh. "Is there something you want?"



"You," she answers and the rough sound of her voice surprises her.



That same finger plays lightly over the crotch of her knickers. "And what is it you want me to do?"



She moans at the barely-there contact and arches up. "You know."



"Yes, I suppose I do." He tilts his head to watch the progress of his finger on her knickers. "I can see it quite clearly. Still, I want you to tell me."



At first, she says nothing. She's too lady-like to say the things she thinks. And the only appropriate term sounds ludicrous even while it's still in her head. She can't ask him to make love to her.



She growls, "Just do it."



"Say it, Narcissa." His lips move as lightly against her ear as his finger moves against her knickers. "Tell me you want me to fuck you."



She turns her head to one side. She can think the word, can use it as an obscenity if she wants, but can't use it now. "Yes," she says. "That's what I want."



"Can't say it?" he asks and he sounds amused. "Before this night is out, you will. You'll scream it."



He smiles, and leans down once more. She feels him press his lips to her crotch, feels his tongue teasing her through the material, the saliva adding to the moisture produced by her own arousal. She tries to arch up, to gain greater contact, but he moves his hands to her waist and holds her in place, forcing her to accept only what he is willing to give her.



"Lucius," she repeats. "Please."



He lifts himself up just enough to hook his thumbs in her waistband. She eagerly raises her hips to allow him to slide the offending article free of her body. She tries to relax in anticipation of what's coming, but he surprises her.



Instead of raising himself so that he can cover her fully, he returns to her cunt. She has just enough time to see his tongue extend before she tenses and hisses, "Lucius, don't you dare."



He kisses her inner thigh and whispers, "Why ever not, love?"



She tries to shut her legs, but he's between them and she can't. "Your mouth is not the place for...don't."



He laughs softly and licks the lips of her cunt. "Relax," he directs, pulling her folds open with his thumbs. "You don't want to wake them up, do you?" He gestures with his head in the general direction of his nearest dorm mate.



She tries to will her muscles to relax. She'd rather submit than have these horny teenage boys waking up to find her as she is.



Lucius's face vanishes between her legs and all she can see is his blonde hair moving in time with his head. His tongue enters her opening and she tenses again. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care; he begins to explore her gently. She can feel him flicking his tongue around before it stops and presses against something that makes her arch and moan and wish her hands were free so she can pull him closer.



To her dismay, he retracts his tongue and instead passes it slowly up to her clit, sucking it into his mouth in a firm but steady rhythm. She forces herself not to whine for more. She's already done more of that than she'd have liked to. She whimpers, trying to push her hips up again. She wants nothing more than to have Lucius bring her to completion. He uses only the tip of his tongue now, flicking it along the tip of her clit.



She doesn't know how much more teasing she can take, and blurts out, "Lucius, fuck, please..."



He lifts his head and smiles. "Almost."



As he's lowering his mouth to her cunt again, she whimpers, "Please, fuck me."



He pauses and looks up at her. Then, without speaking, he kisses her skin, just below her naval.



Thinking he won't heed her request, she says, "Lucius, please. Fuck me. Please."



He brushes his lips against her stomach, retracing the path up to her mouth. She rises underneath him with each kiss and lick.



When he kisses her again, she doesn't mind the taste of her own salts. She's bitter and sweet like lemons and honey. He slips his tongue into her mouth and she responds in kind. He ghosts his tongue along her palate, teeth and tongue before capturing her lower lip between his teeth and biting gently, eliciting a moan from within her.



One of his hands is at his waist, and she knows what he's doing. Her stomach leaps in anticipation and nerves. As their tongues entwine, she feels him enter her, the rough fabric of his robes brushing against her skin. It's painful and she lets out a soft cry that his mouth absorbs.



He stills and she wonders if he knows how uncomfortable this is for her. And then she wonders why he would. That moment of insecurity is forgotten when he trails his lips to her neck, lapping at the hollow of her throat before sucking the skin.



"Please," she repeats, lifting her hips just a little. That's all he needs.



He moves slowly. She squirms around, trying to find an angle that is more comfortable. He continues to thrust in and out, in and out in a gentle rhythm. It takes a few moments, but it stops hurting. It begins to feel extremely enjoyable. She matches his rhythm and he, recognizing that she's now grown accustomed to it, increases his pace.



His angle has shifted and he's hitting that spot inside her. It feels different than his tongue did, but no less wonderful. She moans as she pushes back, wishing her hands were free so she could at least touch him.



She's moving in response to him, normal thought patterns no longer forming in her mind as she becomes wrapped up in him; his kisses, his touches, and his movements commanding the attention of her entire being.



She hooks her legs behind him and he comes, but doesn't relent. When he kisses her again, his thumb caressing her nipple, she comes, her back arching off the bed.



They're sweaty and their hair clings to their skin. Lucius brushes back the strands that have stuck to Narcissa's face, then eases himself from her body, resting at her side.



There's a dull throbbing between Narcissa's legs, but she doesn't mind. It takes a moment for Lucius to retrieve his wand and cancel the spell which holds her. She curls into a question mark, snuggling against Lucius's chest. Tilting her head up to kiss his jaw, she whispers, "I love you."



He wraps an arm around her back and kisses the top of her head. "Goodnight."



Narcissa closes her eyes, trying not to be bothered that he didn't reciprocate.



She wakes the next morning before he does. Silently, she gathers up her clothes and the roses and retreats to her own dorm. When she arrives, it's to find her dorm mates still sleeping. It must be very early. She slips into her bed and goes to set the roses on her desk, only to find they've been snapped at the stem. It's sad; they really were beautiful.



She slips them inside her desk anyway. Lucius won't be giving her any. Even if he did, he'd only be doing it because he wouldn't want anyone to be one up on him. She doesn't want them in that case.



When morning fully dawns, she dresses and proceeds to breakfast as though all is normal. She sits beside Evan Rosier, one of her closest friends since she started at Hogwarts. He talks, laughs, makes a joke or two about different blood-traitors and Mudbloods they've had the displeasure of running into over the last days. She nods, smiles, offers polite giggles, but she isn't paying much attention. Every few minutes, she discreetly searches for Lucius, who has yet to come up.



When she notices it's time for her first lesson, N.E.W.T. level Transfiguration, she grabs her bag and prepares to go. It's then that she sees Lucius standing beside her. He's appeared so quickly and quietly that she swears he could have Apparated, were it not impossible within Hogwarts walls.



She gasps in surprise. Then, she says, "Oh. Hi. Evan and I are just going to class. Are you coming, then?"



He grabs her elbow. "I want to talk to you." Without giving her a chance to respond, he pulls her away, in the opposite direction of the mass flowing out of the Great Hall to their various classes.



She stumbles after him for a few steps before she regains her bearings and stops, pulling her arm free. "In future, I would appreciate it if you asked me to speak with you, rather than dragging me off like a brutish Muggle."



"What are you playing at?" he demands.



"They're called manners," she huffs. "Surely the Malfoys have taught their son something of that? Otherwise, I'm afraid my parents will be sorely disappointed in my current choice of suitors. We both know they're lobbying for our marriage, but maybe this will make them reconsider."



"I've been watching you," he states. "Draped over Rosier like a blanket over a bed." He looks around and his voice drops an octave. "Which, you seem to have forgotten, we shared last night."



Narcissa can't help but smirk. "Awww, are we feeling insecure?" She reaches up to stroke his cheek patronizingly. "Do you want me to assure you that you're the only one I have eyes for?"



Lucius grabs her wrist, pushing her hand away. "The only thing I want is for you to understand your place. You seem to be having trouble with that."



"My place?" Narcissa crosses her arms. "And where is that, exactly? Kneeling at your feet? I don't think so. I'm not your slave. I'm not your property."



Now it's Lucius who smirks. "Is that what you believe?" he drawls. "Well, allow me to impart reality to you, Narcissa. My property is precisely what you are. And I will not have my belongings-"



"Excuse me?" Narcissa takes a step forward, livid. "Let's get this straight right now, Malfoy. You do not own me. You may have got away with this rubbish when you were with other girls, but I'm having none of it. So you just forget that attitude because if you don't, then I'll-"



"What?" Lucius cuts in. "What will you do? Run into the waiting arms of Rosier or Lestrange? Please do. I look forward to their reaction upon discovering I had you first." He steps forward as well, closing the distance between them. Raising a hand to gently pull strands of hair behind Narcissa's ear, he continues in a soft voice, "That I had you bound to my bed, begging me to fuck you and if they had just opened their eyes, they would have-"



"Shut it," Narcissa commands, searching the hall to be sure no one was near enough to hear. Fortunately, it's mostly empty. "Do you really think anyone would believe you?"



"The accusation is all I need. It's also all your parents will need to hear to be thoroughly ashamed of their soiled daughter. You'd need all the Amorentia you could brew to find any decent wizard who would take damaged goods."



"Shut it," Narcissa repeats, feeling heat rise to her face. She pushes his hand away and steps back. "You'd be just as bad off, you know. I didn't do it alone."



"A virgin bride is a more valuable commodity," he says dismissively. He steps back as well, suddenly very casual. "But do as you wish. It is, after all, your choice." He allows no further discussion as he turns and leaves the hall.



Narcissa watches him go, seething with rage. If that bastard thinks he can push her around, he's got another thing coming. She storms out of the Great Hall and up to McGonagall's classroom.



When she enters, it's to find Evan sitting beside a seat that is empty save for his bag. The only other open seat is on the opposite side of the room, beside a Ravenclaw Narcissa doesn't know well. She sees Lucius in the back, next to Rabastan. He does not look her way.



Evan, however, sees her. Removing his bag from the chair, he gestures her to join him. Narcissa takes a step in his direction, then pauses. Adjusting her hold on her own bag, she smiles at him, then heads for the table at which the Ravenclaw is sitting.



She doesn't let herself believe Lucius has won anything. It doesn't matter. The smug smile on his face tells her he knows otherwise.



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It's hot. This time of year, heat is not unexpected. But this degree of heat certainly is.



It's hot and the cooling charms are doing nothing to help. Narcissa supposes that might have something to do with her current activities, but it's still hot.



Lucius thrusts one final time, spilling himself inside her and bringing her over the edge at the same time. He collapses on top of her, both their panting the only sounds in the room. They've been married for years now, and this never gets old, boring or predictable.



"I have an idea," Narcissa whispers. "If you're up for it."



Lucius kisses her neck. "And what's that, love?"



"You have to trust me," is her response. "You have to give me the control. I promise I'll make it worth your while." There's always a fight when Narcissa takes control, but Lucius always enjoys himself. Sensing an argument, she hastens to add, "Unless you're afraid. Then we can just...continue with what we're doing."



"I know what you're trying to do," Lucius informs her, lips against her ear.



"You also know I'll find a way to get what I want sooner or later," she counters.



He laughs softly, his breath coming in hot bursts against her skin. "Do with me what you will," he says and rolls off of her.



Narcissa wastes no time in straddling him at the waist. "Oh, I will," she assures him.



She bends down far enough to press a kiss to his lips. It's light and teasing and Lucius hardly has time to respond before Narcissa pulls away. She lifts one leg and moves off him, graceful as a ballerina, no awkwardness whatsoever. After she has retrieved her wand, her eyes search their clothes-covered floor, coming to rest on her long discarded knickers. When she touches them, she feels they are still damp and sticky with her arousal. Perfect.



Smiling, Narcissa returns to the bed, mounts Lucius once more and brings her knickers to his mouth. "Open up," she says in the tone her mother used to convince Andromeda to take her food.



Lucius hesitates only a moment before complying. Narcissa is only partly disappointed he didn't hold out longer and give her a chance to taunt him. Still, she pushes the soiled fabric into his mouth, being sure to enchant it so he cannot dispel it.



When Lucius moans and she can see his jaw working as he tongues her taste off the knickers, she smiles again. She kisses his neck and one of his hands tangles in her hair while the other rests on her back. Frowning, she sits up and takes his hands in hers. Watching his face, she kisses his palms, then brings his arms above his head. She binds him like that and begins to slide down his slippery-with-sweat body. She pulls his legs apart, wide enough for her to fit between and then angles them so that his arse is lifted a few inches from the bed. When she has bound him into that position and is settled between his legs, she eyes his stirring cock impassively.



"Remember our first time?" she asks with the casual attitude of one catching up with old friends. "Remember how nervous I was? How scared? I panicked when you went down on me. I didn't think mouths belonged in those places. Do you remember?"



She waits until he nods before licking the underside of his cock and saying, "Funny how things change, isn't it?" Without hesitation, she tongues the tip of his cock before taking the entire shaft into her mouth. She sucks him slowly, but not without force. He's hardening and she can tell he's fighting to stop himself from shamelessly thrusting into her mouth. He moans again and she lifts her head with exaggerated slowness, a soft "mmmm" at the back of her throat and - she hopes - vibrating on his cock.



When Narcissa has fully released Lucius's cock, he's erect and already leaking. She tilts her head to swipe her tongue along his balls before taking one into her mouth and sucking there instead. She feels it tighten and contract and, though she would love to continue, she pulls her mouth away just long enough to capture the other one.



Lucius is making muffled sounds that could be anything. She scrapes her teeth lightly over the organ. He thrusts and she bites harder. If Narcissa didn't know that Lucius doesn't whimper, she would think that sound he's making was just that.



She lifts her head and looks up at him. "What's the matter? I thought you liked pain." She sits up and frowns. "Oh, no. I forgot." She rises again, affecting not to notice his eyes following her, and pulls open the drawer of the bedside table, inside which is an object she's been itching to use all Summer. "You only like it when you're the one hurting people." She makes a great show of stretching out the binding as she approaches the bed a final time. "Which is unfortunate for you, isn't it?"



She kneels between his legs, her fingers stroking his balls, massaging them until they began to retreat even nearer to his body. Then, she runs just her forefinger along the vein on the underside of his cock, the sounds coming from Lucius's throat telling her he is getting close. She stops, not wanting this to end too soon.



Narcissa watches Lucius's face, waiting until his eyes move from her hand to her face. Then, never breaking eye contact, she snaps the harness first around his hard length, then lifts and separates his balls into the straps.



"Wouldn't want you to come just yet." Her tone is both teasing and smug. "I can't let you cheat me out of this. You know," she adds, her voice suddenly conversational. "I used to hear rumors while we were at school." She pouts just slightly in concentration, one hand sliding along the back of his thigh. "Rumors about naughty things you boys used to do to relieve your pent up frustration when you couldn't get a girl." Her finger is circling his opening, but making no attempt to push into him. Yet. "I heard you would suck each other off. But sometimes that wasn't enough. Is that true? Did you shove your cock down some bloke's throat when you couldn't get me or some other girl? Or did you take it up the arse?"



Lucius doesn't answer, can't answer, Narcissa knows. But she doesn't care. She's enjoying this too much. Without warning, she shoves two fingers knuckle deep into him. "Answer me."



Lucius bucks up, twisting in his restraints, his muscles closing against the intrusion. Narcissa thinks it's perfect, having him bound and gagged like this, with nothing for him to do but take what she's doing and respond.



It's not the easiest thing she's done, but Narcissa pulls her fingers out and then thrusts them back in, intentionally hitting his prostate and unable to stop her smirk at the moan that escapes her husband's throat. "If you let him fuck you, he must not have been very big." Out. In. Lucius clenches and his breath begins to be more ragged.



"Do you know how tight you are?" She turns her wrist and scissors her fingers. "I wouldn't blame a horny under-sexed teen from wanting to tie you down and fuck you senseless." She pulls her hand out again, and slowly slips it back inside. Lucius is pushing back against her and she can see his jaw clenching.



"Is that what happened? Or was it the other way around? Did you violate the innocent second years? Threaten them if they talked? Or promised them more if they didn't? Go on," she encourages, smiling wickedly. "You can't talk, but you can still nod."



Lucius makes no moves to respond in any way. He merely closes his eyes and continues trying to ride her fingers. Narcissa gives him a little of what he wants, resting her fingers against his prostate and massaging it until he makes a sound she interprets as a plea. For her to stop or for her to continue, she isn't sure. She stops anyway.



"Fine," she says lightly, removing her fingers. "I had hoped to include you in this, but since you're obviously not interested, I'll do it myself."



Narcissa leans back against the bedpost, parting her legs so that she is displayed fully to him. Her blonde curls are darker thanks to the moisture that has collected there. Using the fingers she probed Lucius with, Narcissa opens her folds to reveal her cunt glistening with her juices. Two fingers from her free hand push slowly into her opening and she moans loudly, resting her head on the bedpost. She pulls her fingers out just as slowly, eyes on Lucius to be sure he's watching her arousal as it clings to her before sliding them back in.



Closing her eyes, she begins to fuck herself in earnest, her thumb rubbing at her clit as she arches against her own hand. Each thrust brings forth an involuntarily whimper, sigh or moan as she increases her pace, bringing herself nearer and nearer to the edge.



Lucius's growl startles Narcissa enough so that she opens her eyes. She slows her pace and looks at him, though she can't quite focus on him.



"Ready to answer, love?" She had intended it to be light and flirty, but instead it's husky, almost needy. Reluctantly, she pulls her hand free and moves onto wobbly knees to position herself between his legs once again. Her mouth closes around his balls, tasting each one in turn. She never tires of his taste, and here it where it is at it's strongest.



"Ready to let me know your dirty little secrets?" Her tongue traces his cock in long, slow strokes. Lucius twists in his restraints again, angling himself toward her mouth. For a moment, she refuses, then she parts her lips and takes him inside, sucking down to the root. He thrusts and she has to pull back to avoid gagging.



Settling back on her heels, she strokes the cock harness almost affectionately. "This must be terribly tight. Wouldn't you like it off?" She closes her hand tightly around his balls, squeezing with no regard to the pain she's causing him. If the sound Lucius makes came from any other man, she would call it a howl. "Answer me, Lucius, and maybe I'll let you come. Were the rumors true? Did you lot really do that with each other?"



He nods without hesitation and she can see from the twitching in his legs that he wants to thrash, but knows it would be unwise. Her smile grows. She never fails to be amazed how one part of a male's body can affect him so completely. She also never fails to be thrilled when she can control both it and him. She loosens her hold.



"Did you take it?"



He shakes his head, and Narcissa is not surprised; Lucius would be the aggressor. Always.



"You made them suck you off, didn't you? Or made them lie still while you violated their tight little arses. Isn't that right?"



He's angry now, she can tell from the glare in his eyes despite his arousal and from the way he's clenching his fists. Still, he nods.



She lets him go entirely.



"There now," she says as if talking to a small child. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She stretches out over him, removing her knickers from his mouth. She kisses him. "Now, tell me you want it off. I want to hear you say it before I'll do it."



He's silent. He's testing her. She waits. Finally, he says, "Take it off." It's not a request. Still, she complies, removing both the harness and the spell that binds his arms. She leaves the one on his legs in place.



The muscles in Lucius's legs relax, though his erection stays as hard as ever. Deciding it wouldn't do to end this with both of them not fully satisfied, Narcissa lowers herself onto Lucius's cock and they both moan as he fills her. Her hands are on his chest, toying with his nipples as she rides him. He pumps up, causing her breasts to bounce in the rhythm he fucks her.



Lucius grabs Narcissa's hands, using them to pull her down flush against him. One hand tangles in her hair, the other sliding down her back to squeeze her arse. She rests her elbows on either side of his head, her face buried in the crock of his neck. She's making sounds that are only a shade away from begging. She kisses him haphazardly around his face and neck with no hint of a pattern. And then he's coming and so is she and she doesn't know or care who was first because the pleasure is all that matters.



It takes several minutes, but when Narcissa has fully recovered, she releases the spell on Lucius's legs. She retrieves the cock harness and rises from the bed. She's decided she wants to keep this little toy for future use. Lucius sits up, legs over the edge of the bed. He watches her and says nothing.



"I've always known there was something peculiar about the Hogwarts men," Narcissa teases. She begins to cross the room.



Lucius does not rise to the bait. He has other ideas. Lightning quick, his hand reaches out and closes around her arm.



She turns back to look at him. When she speaks, her voice is full of mock-innocence. "What are you doing?"



"I can hardly let you off without a proper thank you," he says. Before she can think of a response, Lucius has pulled her back to him, laying her across his lap arse-up. "I think we shall start with a lesson in discipline."



******



One month later, Narcissa emerges from the loo holding her stomach, which won't stop roiling. She leans against the door frame and looks at Lucius who is relaxing in the sitting room.



"Lucius," she says, half-tentative, half-excited.



He looks in her direction.



"I'm pregnant."



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Draco's finally old enough to begin structured magical training. Lucius had wanted Durmstrang, convinced that it was the only institution good enough for his son. Narcissa was intent on Hogwarts. After a blazing row with Lucius, Narcissa won the right to decide exactly which school their son would attend.



They shopped for his belongings together, listened as he told of a strange boy with messy hair and glasses who seemed to be friends with the castle savage, and saw him off at the platform.



After Draco's birth, Lucius had become obsessed with his son, heir of the Malfoy line. Between that and the various missions the Dark Lord had set him to, Lucius had little time to spare on Narcissa. After Voldemort was destroyed, Lucius changed, and his sole passion became the rearing of Draco Malfoy in a manner he found appropriate.



His private life with Narcissa did not disappear, exactly. But it was far different, their romantic entanglements fewer and farther between. She had been looking forward to Draco's departure, hoping it would restore things to how they used to be.



Now they sit in their strangely still and quiet home and Narcissa, at least, finds it awkward. The moments pass. They drag on endlessly.



Narcissa crosses to the window and looks out. She hates this time of year. What so many call beautiful, she sees as only decay and dying. She wishes the death would come and get it over with. She's frustrated and decides to do something about it.



"Draco's gone now," she states as she turns to face her husband. "The manor is ours." She walks back and sits beside him. "I think we should enjoy that, don't you?"



Lucius regards her indifferently. "Please do," he says, though he makes no moves to assist.



"I was hoping," Narcissa starts, irritated, "that we might do something together. That is what married couples do, isn't it?"



"I thought you were meeting with Bellatrix today," Lucius reminds her. "Go, unless you want to be late."



"I have a little while," Narcissa answers, unable to keep the hurt from her voice. "What is it with you? I remember when you couldn't keep your hands, and other things, away from me."



Lucius sighs and he's obviously annoyed. "Don't live in the past, Narcissa. It isn't attractive." He's silent, and a slight smile begins to play at his lips. "That pout, however, is quite enticing."



"I don't pout," Narcissa says. She starts to stand. "And if you're just going to mock me, then I'll find other things to do."



Lucius grabs her wrist, stopping her progress. He kisses her palm and whispers, "Get on your knees, Narcissa."



She raises an eyebrow. "Some other time, okay? I've lost interest."



She turns to go, but his hold only tightens. With one swift motion, he jerks her so that she loses her balance and falls forward into his lap.



Narcissa tries to push herself upright and chastise him at the same time. "Lucius, you absolute-"



He cuts her words short with a punishing kiss. It reminds her of their frenzied encounters in deserted corridors or classrooms at Hogwarts, of their first years together after leaving school and getting married. It's familiar and wonderful and she wishes it could always be like this.



For the briefest of moments, she considers pulling away, leaving to meet her sister and hoping Lucius hates himself for what he'd said. But she's missed this too much, and so she melts into him, her lips pushing back against his.



She's no longer reluctant to give him what he commanded. She breaks the kiss and slides down to kneel between his legs.



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All the heating charms in the world can't make Malfoy Manor any more comfortable for Narcissa.



It's been snowing and it's bitter cold outside, and so she's retreated to the warmth of her home. And while the fire crackles merrily in the grate and there's no trace of frost on the windows, she still feels the chill.



Though six months have passed since the Dark Lord's rebirth, Lucius is still behaving as though the miracle is all there is to the world. He's forgotten about everything that doesn't revolve around his master.



He's forgotten about her.



And she hates how that makes her feel.



The Dark Lord has had his Death Eaters on mission after mission in pursuit of a magical orb located deep within the Department of Mysteries. Lucius is eager to retrieve it for him. He's focused on that to the exclusion of all else.



Narcissa thinks Lucius is only eager to appease the Dark Lord after losing the diary the Dark Lord had entrusted to him. She also knows it's a lost cause.



She watches as he rummages around in the chamber underneath their sitting room floor, listens as he swears and curses when the cobwebbed items he turns up are not what he is searching for. She doesn't move from her position, curled up in a nearby chair, she offers no words of support, nor does she attempt to reprimand him. She sits and watches and nothing more.



When the vulgarities stop, she can't help but be interested. Lucius emerges holding a tightly rolled parchment, a triumphant expression on his face.



Narcissa doesn't bother to ask what it is; Lucius refuses to tell her much these days. Instead, she makes another effort to save their relationship.



"Lucius," she says softly. "Draco will be home again next week. Perhaps he would enjoy a party. We can invite the Parkinsons, the Crabbes, the Goyles and the Notts. We could plan it together."



"I have far greater concerns," he says, not looking at her.



"The Dark Lord, you mean?" Narcissa's voice is tight. She stands and walks over to him. "It's not his bed you'll be climbing into tonight. Sometimes I wonder if you think that's a bad thing."



"The Dark Lord requires my assistance. Have you considered what it would do for us to be in his good graces?"



"He doesn't have good graces. After what he did to you for losing that diary to the Weasley brat, you should know that. You're just placating him until he doesn't have need for you anymore. Then, you'll be just another - what did Pettigrew say? - spare. That's what you'll be."



Lucius's eyes bear a striking resemblance to storm clouds just shy of spilling their load. He tangles his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back so she is forced to look up at him.



"Understand this, Narcissa. The Dark Lord has powers and resources of which you can only dream. It would be foolish to shun him in any way. I will do what is required of me, and so will you, until the obstacles standing between us and the world we want have all been eliminated."



"Let me go," she bites out through gritted teeth. Digging her fingers under his to loosen his hold, she continues, "Don't you touch me ever again."



He honors her request, pushing her away from him. She rubs her scalp, though he hadn't hurt her. They stand in silence for a few tense moments before Lucius turns and storms to the fireplace. Taking a handful of Floo powder from the jar on the mantle, he steps inside and utters his destination.



In a swirl of green smoke, he's gone.



Narcissa is left standing alone in their sitting room, the knowledge of their long-dead relationship turning her stomach and breaking her heart.