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FIC: The Calm Before the Storm (Lucius/Narcissa, Draco/Luna)
To: Jairissa
From: Your Secret Santa

Title: The Calm Before the Storm
Author: arbor_vitae (fic journal)
Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa, Draco/Luna
Summary: Now that Dumbledore is dead, the Dark Lord has stepped up his war on the wizarding world. As the war reaches new heights, two Malfoy men know they are about to be put in the gravest of danger and their loyalties tested. When things seem to be at the darkest, they find comfort. One in the arms of the woman he loves; the other with an unexpected partner.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: underage participants (under 18)
Author's notes: Happy Holidays! :)

Thank you so much to my beta and my friend S. for helping me work out some problems with this fic.

Narcissa was already awake before the first rays of the morning sun were visible through the tall windows. Her eyes were fixed on the window vacantly, her slim pale body wrapped tightly under the covers. She never got used to the lack of having strong arms embracing her. In the space where her husband should have laid rested one of the family's photo albums.

The album was open to the page where a young Narcissa was glancing haughtily at the camera before turning to the handsome young man beside her. This was the first picture ever taken of them together. Narcissa eyed her younger self with envy; there were no worries back then. No Dark Lord was angry at their family, no son for her to worry herself sick over.

Sighing, Narcissa sat up. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her pale blue nightgown twisted around her body. Butterflies refused to leave her stomach alone. She had spent majority of last night tossing and turning, so anxious for the wellbeing of the two men she most cherished in this world.

She closed her eyes. Today, Lucius would come back home from Azkaban. She would have him back by her side. The Dark Lord would also be present the following day. No matter; they will face the storm together.

"But where is Draco?" she said aloud to herself. She had not seen her precious son since his return to Hogwarts. She heard the news of Professor Dumbledore's murder, knew that he was on the run with Professor Severus Snape, but she knew neither the details nor where the two men had gone.

She looked down at her hands, remembering the little baby in her arms.

The tears flowed.

***

Draco strode around the forest. He was not meant to leave the tent; Professor Snape warned him to keep a low profile until his father has returned safely. But Draco couldn't sit still. His mind whirled with the events from several nights ago. Professor Dumbledore's words and caring eyes never left him.

Draco staggered. He straightened himself up, but several yards later, he crashed into a tree. He cursed loudly, only to lose his balance. His thoughts possessed him so fervently he couldn't stay focused where he went.

A soft sigh caught his attention. He paused, listening. If anyone knew he was here, especially someone from the Order, he was in deep trouble. He scampered and hid underneath a large fallen tree, waiting.

He heard the same voice, this time giggling and humming. It was getting closer...

All of a sudden, the fallen tree creaked as someone jumped on it. The figure jumped off the tree and landed on some large rock not too far from where Draco crouched down. He caught a piece of straggly mane of blonde hair.

Draco rolled his eyes. It was only that freak Loony.

"Hello, Draco Malfoy," Luna suddenly greeted. She hadn't turned around. Draco slipped out from his hiding place.

"How did you know I was there?" he asked.

"Oh, you were making a racket earlier," Luna said dreamily. "You kept crashing into trees."

Draco looked down at her feet, noting that she was walking barefoot. She was wearing shorts, a very strange article of clothing, Draco thought. Patches of dirt smeared her exposed legs.

"Yeah, well, what are you doing here?" he demanded angrily.

"Daddy and I are staying at my aunt's house," Luna said. "She lives near the lake."

"She lives nearby?" Cold dread ran down Draco's spine. "Don't go telling her you saw me! I swear, I'll set your family's house on fire if you get me into trouble!"

"I wasn't planning to," Luna said calmly, smiling, but there was a vague tone of firmness in her voice. "Not everyone is out to get you, you know."

"Who said I was paranoid?"

"I didn't say that."

They stared at each other. Draco had the urge to strike the little freak, but at that moment, Luna turned around and continued skipping down the forest. He wanted to yell at her, call her degrading names, but as he watched her skipping down the forest without a care in the world, and without once tumbling to the ground, envy replaced the annoyance inside him.

She wasn't in his sticky situation. She was free.

***

The tears had all been shed, lessening the pain Narcissa felt. She spent the remainder of the morning bathing and preparing herself for her husband's return. When it was time, she checked the mirror one last time. The light blue eyes were no longer bloodshot. Raising her head up high, Narcissa left their private chambers and walked valiantly to the sitting room. She will be strong for her husband.

The moment the clock struck noon, the fire was alit ablaze and out from the fireplace came the tall form of Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius!"

Narcissa reached him just in time to break his fall. His face was blanched, his eyes sunken.

"I thought the Dementors' loyalties were with the Dark Lord," Narcissa said.

"Doesn't...stop them from sucking away any...happiness around them," Lucius gasped. Narcissa helped her husband to his feet, but Lucius fainted at that moment.

"Lucius!" Narcissa gasped. She set her husband down and rummaged through her robes pocket for her wand. Ever since that blasted Potter set their house elf free, she had no one to help her in the manor. She waved her wand, and her husband rose a couple feet into the air. Being as gentle as possible, she led him to their bedroom.

***

When Lucius came to, his wife's hand was caressing his cheek. She sat on the bed's side, attending to him. She had changed out of her robes and was now wearing a nightgown instead. It was a new gown; he remembered buying it for her shortly before being sent to Azkaban. Was this the first time she wore it? He then became aware that her nightgown was slightly see-through. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric.

A memory, as though from a dream, drifted back to Lucius. He and Narcissa were younger, recently married, undressing, revealing themselves for the first time on their new bed. He pushed the memory aside but quickly reminded himself that he was no longer in Azkaban. No Dementor was going to suck the happy memory of his first night with his wife. He was safe.

"He is coming," Lucius suddenly said. His body tensed.

"Not until tomorrow," Narcissa replied soothingly.

"Where's Draco? I heard the news and - is he safe?"

"He's with Severus," Narcissa explained. "I do not know their exact location, but I'm sure Severus will be summoned when The Dark Lord arrives."

"What was Draco thinking? Idiot lad."

"He wished to avenge you," Narcissa said quietly. She left the bed and made for her vanity table. Lucius moved his head to keep her in his eyesight; she wasn't wearing any panties either. A grin broke through Lucius's tired face.

"You've been asleep for a few hours," Narcissa's voice broke through his thoughts. She had returned to his bedside. She undid the front of his robes and felt around his chest, checking to make sure there were no bruises. Her fingertips brushing against skin sent pleasurable jolts through Lucius's body. Narcissa was hunched over, her breasts were so close...

Narcissa released a soft moan, her movements became soft caresses around Lucius's chest while her husband fondled her left breast. His thumb rubbed against her nipple, and his eyes scanned down her robes, drinking in her beautiful slim form.

Lucius paused his caresses to slip Narcissa's nightgown off her pale shoulders. He marveled at the goddess before him. Narcissa's face was curtained by long white blonde hair that fell past her waist. She regarded him with light blue eyes, her full lips arched into a slightly sly smile.

"Is this making you feel better, Lucius?" she asked, sliding into bed and straddling him. Her voice was soft yet seductive.

"Yes..." Lucius sighed. He needed this badly. Supporting himself up on one shoulder, he suckled on her breast while Narcissa's caresses concentrated on his back. Her hands traveled up to his head, massaging his scalp and running her thin fingers through his hair. She softly moaned again as Lucius turned his attention to the other breast; she could feel his erection against her leg. She could feel herself was growing wet from the attention.

Just as she was about to strip her husband from his robes, she felt his hand reached up into her nightgown. A rough thumb slipped between her lips and rubbed against her clit before slipping his middle finger into her entrance. Narcissa shivered; she didn't move for several moments, just enjoying the intense sensation her beloved gave her.

She broke out of her reverie and tore herself away from Lucius. She slipped off her robes, but before Lucius could observe more of her body, she caught him in a deep kiss. Her fingers found their way to Lucius's robes, and not long afterwards her husband lay sprawled naked on the bed. She stroked his throbbing cock while rubbing her breasts against his chest. Her mouth kissed him all over his face and neck.

Lucius's eyes were closed, sighing and moaning. He opened his eyes just enough to slip his fingers into her wet pussy again. Narcissa cried out and thrust her body into his hand.

"Lucius!"

Laughing, he rolled Narcissa over until she was underneath him.

"Remember our first night together?" Narcissa whispered. Her legs wrapped around him.

"Both so young, so eager," Lucius said softly. Gently, as though it were their first time, he slipped inside her. You were my goddess, Lucius thought as he thrust into her. Her eyes bore into him, luring him in. The guiding light in my life.

Narcissa arched her back, and Lucius suckled on her nipple again.

So warm...she's so warm inside, Lucius thought. It was so different to the dark, cold floors of Azkaban. She was soft, welcoming, a comfort...

One of his hands slipped between their bodies and played with her clit again. With another thrust, Narcissa cried out; Lucius followed not long after.

They didn't talk. Both lay in silence, spent, their bodies entangled, Lucius's head resting on Narcissa's chest. The only sounds were their breathing.

***

Ever since Draco met Luna in the forest, he left the tent every day just to watch her. He always found her in the forest, skipping around or spending hours at a time sitting down and studying the plant life around her.

His envy towards the Ravenclaw never waned. She often noticed him nearby, and she would strike up conversations with him. As it turned out, Luna's life was not so peachy after all. She lost her mother when she was young, and her father constantly struggled with money. From the sounds of it, her father was still publishing articles praising that bloody Potter.

"Is your dad stupid?" Draco once had told her. "He's putting you and himself at risk of getting killed!"

"Never stupid, just committed," Luna said with a dreamy smile.

Yeah, committed to an asylum, Draco thought.

Despite the risk the small family was in, Luna still walked the forest without a care in the world. The more he saw Luna, the more Draco saw her vague, dreamy smile as a sign of the wisdom inside her. Like her name, she was the moon shining brightly in Draco's dark time.

Draco left the tent again one evening after Professor Snape went to bed. They had received news that they may need to leave the next morning. He walked aimlessly in the forest, thinking of the inevitable. He'll need to come face-to-face with the Dark Lord again, and Draco wasn't sure if he was ready.

Don't be such a wuss! he chastised himself. Be more like Luna. Just face it. If she can face danger calmly, you can too!

Something caught his eye.

Luna?

What was she doing at this hour? Wouldn't her father or aunt question her whereabouts? Draco ceased walking and kept his eyes on her.

She was still wearing the same billowing short dress from earlier today. Draco had caught a glimpse of her upper thigh in the sunlight; the memory made him blush.

She wasn't skipping around anymore. She walked gracefully around the lake, settling down on a nearby large, flat rock. Her skin seemed to glow as she sat watching the moonlight. The sight was so tranquil, Draco momentarily forgot about the next day.

Luna suddenly laid back on the rock. Her fingers pulled up the hem of her dress, slowly exposing her long slender legs to the moonlight. Draco's heart beat faster as the dress continued to rise, exposing more than he thought he was going to see until it was past her waist. A hand that always seemed so innocent to Draco traveled back to her panties, and with one gesture, she slipped them off, and they panty fell to the grass.

Draco's jaw dropped.

Luna spread her legs apart and sighed. Draco heard a tiny giggle as her fingers parted her lips. He saw a finger slip in. He felt himself grow hard quickly, his pulse quickening. He climbed up a couple feet from the tree so he can get a better view of what Luna was doing.

His eyes were transfixed on her fingers that played inside her pussy. She spread her legs wider and rubbed the palm of her hand against her clit. She closed her eyes, sighing and moving her hips rhythmically.

He couldn't take it anymore. Draco shoved his hand into his robes and stroked vigorously.

In his enthusiasm he lost his footing and fell.

"Shit!" He hastily got to his feet. He'd fallen right next to her!

"Oh?" Luna had her head turned, staring at him. Her fingers were an inch away from her pussy, and Draco could see a thin line of her juices dripping from the tips. Without thinking, he licked his lips.

"I don't see any fecal matter around here," Luna said, looking around, taking Draco by surprise. "Just grass."

"Oh, well...I-" Draco sputtered. He just became aware that his erect cock was protruding from his robes. Luna studied it with faint interest. "You're...very pretty," he said awkwardly.

"Thank you," Luna said. "You're pretty good-looking yourself. Do you want to touch?"

"What?"

"Would you like to touch?" Luna asked again. She licked her fingers, her eyes never leaving him. How could she still look so innocent?

"Uh...yeah," Draco said. His legs seemed to have turned to jelly at that point. Luna shifted over as to give him space to sit. One leg lay sprawled on each of Draco's side, giving him a clear view of her.

Draco just stared for a bit, studying her. What was he supposed to do exactly? Nervously, he brought a finger to the top and slid his finger down past her clit and entrance. Luna giggled. From the corner of his eye, Draco saw her toes clench. Feeling braver, he shoved one finger in.

"You're so cold," Luna commented, smiling. "It feels nice inside."

Yes, it did feel nice to feel something so warm around him, Draco thought. Warm, wet, tight...imagine that tightness around my -

Luna sprang forward and locked her lips over Draco's, taking him by surprise. He didn't except someone like her to be so passionate with her kisses; it set his mind on fire.

You don't know what you're missing, Potter, Draco thought. One of his fingers found her clit, and Luna moaned as he played with her. But he couldn't last long...

Luna seemed to understand this because she rested back and pulled off her dress. Without any shyness, she helped Draco out of his robes. She kissed his cock and playfully licked the slit, where it was already glistening with pre cum.

"Stop," Draco gasped. He was so close to coming at that point.

"Too much of a good thing?" Luna asked, smiling playfully. She licked his cheek.

Draco pinned her to the rock, playfully wrestling with her. Luna laughed, and Draco couldn't help but laugh as well. This was the greatest he felt in such a long time.

Luna didn't cry when he entered her. The moon was reflected in her large silvery eyes, and she smiled up at Draco as he quickly thrust into her, revelling in the intense passion. All around them was silence except for the occasional chirping of crickets and their heavy breathing.

With a gasp, Draco finally came, his seed filling Luna as she soon began shuddering in ecstasy. Panting, he pulled out, staring at the trail of cum dripping from her entrance. What did he just do?

"Do you feel better, Draco?" Luna asked kindly, smiling up at him.

"Er..." he didn't know what to say. What if he had just impregnated her? He looked into her eyes, and guilt filled him. But Luna was smiling and putting on her dress again as though nothing had happened. However, there was a small smile on her face.

Why did he ever used to call her Loony?

"I'll see you around," he said. "Be careful with your dad's magazines, okay?"

"If it means so much to you, okay," Luna said dreamily.

He left at that moment, completely forgetting that he was going back home.

***

The morning arrived; how Lucius missed the view during the sunrise! Narcissa's arms were wrapped around him, both still naked from the night before.

Lucius heart jumped to his throat at the first thought that came to his mind; the Dark Lord was coming.

As though Narcissa read his mind, she whispered in his ear, "We'll get through this together."

And Lucius felt calm. Soon Draco would join them. United as a family at last, they would overcome all obstacles.