Date: July 25th
Time: Roughly 7am
Location: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
The usual sleepy images danced before his eyes, strange scenes of a cracked garden wall, wrapped in green vines. A small hand gripped his, holding with unnatural tightness, the noise of a small child's cry. He tried
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Narcissa slept reasonably heavily, but as Lucius put an arm around her body, he disturbed her, and she was awoken. It was a comfortable awakening, though, warm and soft, and she instantly recognised the strong arm cradling her. It had been the same one for many years, after all.
"Mmm ..." she said softly, not yet opening her eyes, as she turned to face her husband. "Good morning, Lucius." Her eyelashes rose and she looked up into his face, the peace of the morning stealing over her. Smiling faintly, she looked around the pool of light cast by his wand, and asked, "What time is
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He breathed deeply at her neck, enjoying the faintly sweet smell that clung to her from a warm night. She smelled like summer, like warm skin, though pale and flawless as ever her hair looked slightly paler to him, perhaps lightened by the sun.
Lucius reached for his wand, his other hand moving to cover her eyes carefully. For a moment the room was plunged into darkness once again whilst he reversed the spell upon the windows. The bright morning light blinded him for a moment, quickly recovering he moved his hand slowly from her eyes.
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"Are you busy, this morning?" she asked, in a voice thick with sleep. Usually Lucius liked to utilise the morning hours for business, but there was an indefinable laziness hanging in the air, and she rather thought she might persuade him to linger in bed. She'd held sway over rather pressing matters when they were in their twenties - she was sure, after so many years of practise, that she still had that talent now.
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"No," he said slowly, extending the vowel so that it was almost a question. "I thought after you had dressed we might take a walk. However..." he placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her onto her back with ease. "There is no need to hurry."
His arm stretched across her, above her shoulder to prop him up as he looked down at her. Lucius was undoubtedly far stronger than she was, but there was no question that if she were to wish it he would allow her up in an instant. He leaned down to kiss her, slowly and with every intention of taking all the time in the world.
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To the collar he had to wear like a dog. Narcissa closed her eyes and sighed, kissing her husband with her fingers spread over the band. "I hate this," she whispered, very softly, voice dull rather than passionate. Her fingers stroked the skin around its circumference. "When are you going to get this off, Lucius? I can't stand seeing you wear it, it's barbaric ..." She hissed sharply, fingers sliding away and arms sliding around his neck to draw him close over her. Her husband was a proud man; she knew how it galled him to be tagged and collared, even worse than it galled her to be home before dusk fell and to have to report each movement to the
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He sighed, stroking back the stray hairs that had escaped onto her face. "I'm sorry. I know you must feel frustration too, your every movement monitored. We have to prove to them that the collars aren't working Narcissa. The Wizarding World needs to believe that the activities they despise so much are continuing, despite the Ministry's assurance that these collars provide safety." Lucius paused, looking distacted for a moment "A hinderance it may be, but in part we must be thankful for this collar" he lifted his hand to his throat, tugging lightly on the collar "this links us to many others, to those disatisfied with the treatment of werewolves. Of people such as Severus. It is a foundation which we can use."
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She sighed and stroked her husband's collar bone with one slender finger. "Your plans, Lucius, to prove to the Ministry that they're not working ... how are they going? Have you made much progress?" Her eyes searched his, and she tapped the collar again. "And are you including Snape in your plans? Lucius, if you do, be careful ... especially now he's indulging in beastiality, I don't think he can be greatly trusted."
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Lucius was a man of incredible self control: not when sleeping or having sex or drunk did he lose command of his tongue. And she knew Snape was even better. But that made her more nervous, not less - what could he be concealing from Lucius?
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"But your plans, Lucius. How are they proceeding? Nothing seems to have happened in a long time ..." She was anxious: this state of indecision left her more nervous than outright action or no plans at all. If Lucius was dithering, things were difficult, and it was not safe to act.
"Is there anything you want me to do?" she asked. "Anything you need me to do?"
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"You know my feelings concerning you knowing any details which might implicate you, but I think after so many-" sour words flew through his head dissapointments, failures, displys of inadequacy. "That is, after the risks I have taken...it must be your choice."
"Some time in the reasonably near future you and I will take a trip abroad. When we return there will be something that has happened, and our reaction to it will be vital. Your options... You can stay abroad, perhaps a week longer than I do. I will return, deal with matters, then you can come home. Alternatively, you return with me with no idea of what will happen and must deal with it the best you can. Or I tell you ( ... )
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Now, Narcissa was all to aware of the risks of what they were doing. And it would endanger her to know what was going on. But if they were caught, she doubted much clemency would come her way. And she wanted, this time, to know. For once, it was probably safer to know.
"Tell me the bare bones of it, Lucius," she decided. "You know I can act my part perfectly, and I think, this time round, I will make better decisions if I know what you're doing."
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He looked at her without feeling, avoiding her eyes. He told her everything.
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"There's not all that much I can do, then," she said, and shook her head, with a half-admiring, half-amazed expression on her face. "I don't know how you think of these things, darling, but you do." She lifted her head to kiss him, slowly and lingeringly, on the lips.
"Where shall we go, when we take our trip, then?" she asked. "Tuscany would be lovely in the late summer, or the early autumn ... remember the last time we went there?" Her lips curved in a reminiscent smile, and she kissed Lucius again, with more feeling.
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Lucius was unresponsive to her kiss, lost in the detailing of his plan. Her words floated about him, anchoring only when a smile touched her lips and he softened. "Tuscany, I think that would be ideal."
Her kiss was returned with equal vigour as he moved to lay by her side, a hand lazily sliding along her thigh. The nightdress was silky and easy to ease upwards. "Late summer, I think. I thought perhaps you would care to do some entertaining during August. Perhaps something on the grounds." It was said distractedly. Her skin was soft and warm, and talking seemed such a tragic waste when he could be kissing her.
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