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Two years ago, there was a writing meme that was going around. I put six requests up for grabs, and whoever made their requests first by choosing a pairing would get my take on the first kiss between those two characters. I managed three right off the bat, but I floundered with the others. One of them stuck with me, however, and I finally finished it and sent it off to misstee123 for beta work a week or three ago.
It's rated PG for crude terminology and one participant being somewhat under the age of consent (even though it's just a kiss). So without further ado, here's Lucius and Narcissa's first kiss, as requested by britt_1975.
Much gratitude to Misstee123, who caught a lot and made me think a lot and made this so much better than it was.
Lucius felt a bit nostalgic as the Hogwarts Express chugged towards King’s Cross. He knew he’d see the train again, and he was sure hadn’t seen the last of Hogwarts either, but this was his last train ride as a student.
Bellatrix was off somewhere with Rodolphus or Rastaban - maybe both - and Andromeda was chummier with her Ravenclaw friends than she was with the people she’d grown up with. Several other older Slytherins drifted in and out of his compartment during the train ride to London, but he was alone at the moment. He didn’t much care where any of them were.
He was very aware, however, of the fact that Narcissa Black was with Severus and a bunch of other second-year Slytherins in the next compartment.
Lucius sighed and shifted, stretching his legs to rest his feet against the window ledge. Narcissa was a plain little thing, all clumsy knees and elbows, and her blonde eyebrows and lashes made her fade into the background. She was scrawny, too, with no tits or arse to speak of. But her blood was even purer than his, if such a thing was possible, and there was something pleasing in the way her light brown eyes tilted up in the corners and the way she smiled at him. She was charming, too, in a shyly sly way. While Lucius had spent a great deal of time with the girls closer to him in age, he could see that Narcissa would be extraordinarily beautiful one day, and he knew she liked him. He’d have preferred to wait a bit longer before declaring himself - she was only thirteen, for Circe’s sake - but this was the last time he’d see her on a daily basis unless he did something about it.
Buildings flashed by more and more frequently, telling him that they were getting close to the station. The Parkinson twins returned to the compartment, but the they’d always kept to themselves; Tristan dozed while Sasha pulled out a book. After regarding them for a moment, Lucius turned his face towards the window and his mind towards Narcissa.
He’d already received his father’s blessing to court her, along with an admonition to be mindful of her age, but a lot could happen in a few months. Sooner or later, Narcissa would go from ungainly to elegant, plain to stunning in a very short time. Lucius wanted to make sure she knew to whom she belonged, because he wouldn’t be at Hogwarts any more to watch her.
A smug-looking Bella returned as the train began to slow down. ‘High time,’ she murmured, bending over her bag and giving him an eyeful of her lovely tits. The Lestrange brothers piled into the room after her, yanking their bags down from the luggage racks. ‘The boys are going to a disco in Soho tonight, and then we thought we’d have a bit of fun later on,’ Bella said. ‘Are you coming?’
‘Perhaps,’ Lucius said, nodding. His father was taking him to meet the Dark Lord tomorrow night, but tonight he was free. And he did like Bellatrix. She was the only Slytherin girl in his year who hadn’t tried to wring any kind of commitment from him.
The train ground to a halt. Tristan and Sasha left after murmuring their goodbyes. Rodolphus put his arm about Bella’s waist, guiding her out of the compartment, but Lucius lingered, waiting.
Severus walked into view. Such a clever boy, Lucius mused, even though Severus had a weak spot for the red-haired Mudblood. Because of that, however, Lucius knew he could trust the boy to keep an eye on Narcissa for him next year. Sure enough, Narcissa was close behind her black-haired friend. When she appeared, a wicker basket in one hand, he snapped his fingers to get her attention. She started slightly, and he gestured: Come here.
Narcissa blinked but obeyed, moving just enough into his compartment that she’d be out of the way of anyone in the corridor. ‘Narcissa,’ he began, standing. It was prudent to treat his intended like a lady.
Though they’d known each other her entire life, he’d never spoken to her before. He hadn’t needed to, reading her blushes and sideways glances with ease, but at least she made a token gesture of independence: ‘Cissy,’ she contradicted.
‘That’s a little girl’s name,’ Lucius objected, looking down his nose at her.
‘Yeah, well … I’m only thirteen, Malfoy,’ she grumbled. She looked like she wanted to cross her arms, but the heavy basket made that impossible, so she settled for grasping her right elbow with her free hand.
He took the basket from her and set it aside, taking her hand as he sat down again. ‘Not forever,’ he purred, pulling her onto his lap.
Narcissa perched awkwardly on his thigh, trembling like a leaf, her hands twitching uncomfortably until she folded her arms properly and scowled at him. ‘My parents are waiting,’ she said.
‘I am old enough to marry.’
She gulped, looking down at the floor. ‘I know,’ she murmured unhappily.
‘Narcissa,’ he murmured. She looked at him out of the corners of her eyes, uncertain. ‘If you want me, I shall wait for you to grow up.’
She turned towards him fully, eyes wide, shock written all over her sharp-featured face. Her blush was very unbecoming, making her eyebrows look like white caterpillars on her red brow. ‘Me?’ she squeaked.
‘You do not have to say today that you’ll marry me,’ he conceded, ‘but I wish to speak to your father tomorrow morning. I shan’t do anything that you or he forbids me to do.’ Lucius looked pointedly at her mouth, which opened under his gaze. He touched her lower lip gently and leaned closer.
‘I shouldn’t,’ she whispered, licking her lips.
‘Has your father said you mustn’t kiss a boy, then?’
‘He wouldn’t approve,’ she hedged.
‘Then he hasn’t said no?’
She looked at his lips. ‘Well, no.’
He hovered a few inches from her mouth. ‘May I speak to your father tomorrow?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
‘He may object to this in the future, but since he hasn’t done so yet ….’ Lucius briefly pressed his lips to Narcissa’s.
She pressed back, lips unmoving. She didn’t seem to know that there could be anything else to a kiss, but this wasn’t the time to worry about that. He smiled, breaking the kiss. Narcissa also smiled, looking rather pleased with herself.
He leaned in to nuzzle her cheek, and she put her arms about his neck. She was still a child, but he could be patient if he knew he would be rewarded with his prize at the end of the five-year betrothal he was initiating today. And he wouldn’t be idle; he’d teach Narcissa a bit in the next three years and a great deal more in once she reached the age of consent. ‘I shall speak to your father tomorrow morning.’ He wanted to go to the Dark Lord with the news of his betrothal to a pure and wealthy bride. The fact that she was clever and amusing, occasionally even when she was trying to be, was a bonus.
Footsteps approached, and Andromeda’s voice reached them: ‘Cissy?’
Narcissa leaped off Lucius’ lap with a gasp. He stood as well, looking down at her. She looked up, uncertain, and he took her hand. ‘Keep your lips for me, Narcissa,’ he purred, kissing her again. ‘Only for me.’
It's rated PG for crude terminology and one participant being somewhat under the age of consent (even though it's just a kiss). So without further ado, here's Lucius and Narcissa's first kiss, as requested by britt_1975.
Much gratitude to Misstee123, who caught a lot and made me think a lot and made this so much better than it was.
Lucius felt a bit nostalgic as the Hogwarts Express chugged towards King’s Cross. He knew he’d see the train again, and he was sure hadn’t seen the last of Hogwarts either, but this was his last train ride as a student.
Bellatrix was off somewhere with Rodolphus or Rastaban - maybe both - and Andromeda was chummier with her Ravenclaw friends than she was with the people she’d grown up with. Several other older Slytherins drifted in and out of his compartment during the train ride to London, but he was alone at the moment. He didn’t much care where any of them were.
He was very aware, however, of the fact that Narcissa Black was with Severus and a bunch of other second-year Slytherins in the next compartment.
Lucius sighed and shifted, stretching his legs to rest his feet against the window ledge. Narcissa was a plain little thing, all clumsy knees and elbows, and her blonde eyebrows and lashes made her fade into the background. She was scrawny, too, with no tits or arse to speak of. But her blood was even purer than his, if such a thing was possible, and there was something pleasing in the way her light brown eyes tilted up in the corners and the way she smiled at him. She was charming, too, in a shyly sly way. While Lucius had spent a great deal of time with the girls closer to him in age, he could see that Narcissa would be extraordinarily beautiful one day, and he knew she liked him. He’d have preferred to wait a bit longer before declaring himself - she was only thirteen, for Circe’s sake - but this was the last time he’d see her on a daily basis unless he did something about it.
Buildings flashed by more and more frequently, telling him that they were getting close to the station. The Parkinson twins returned to the compartment, but the they’d always kept to themselves; Tristan dozed while Sasha pulled out a book. After regarding them for a moment, Lucius turned his face towards the window and his mind towards Narcissa.
He’d already received his father’s blessing to court her, along with an admonition to be mindful of her age, but a lot could happen in a few months. Sooner or later, Narcissa would go from ungainly to elegant, plain to stunning in a very short time. Lucius wanted to make sure she knew to whom she belonged, because he wouldn’t be at Hogwarts any more to watch her.
A smug-looking Bella returned as the train began to slow down. ‘High time,’ she murmured, bending over her bag and giving him an eyeful of her lovely tits. The Lestrange brothers piled into the room after her, yanking their bags down from the luggage racks. ‘The boys are going to a disco in Soho tonight, and then we thought we’d have a bit of fun later on,’ Bella said. ‘Are you coming?’
‘Perhaps,’ Lucius said, nodding. His father was taking him to meet the Dark Lord tomorrow night, but tonight he was free. And he did like Bellatrix. She was the only Slytherin girl in his year who hadn’t tried to wring any kind of commitment from him.
The train ground to a halt. Tristan and Sasha left after murmuring their goodbyes. Rodolphus put his arm about Bella’s waist, guiding her out of the compartment, but Lucius lingered, waiting.
Severus walked into view. Such a clever boy, Lucius mused, even though Severus had a weak spot for the red-haired Mudblood. Because of that, however, Lucius knew he could trust the boy to keep an eye on Narcissa for him next year. Sure enough, Narcissa was close behind her black-haired friend. When she appeared, a wicker basket in one hand, he snapped his fingers to get her attention. She started slightly, and he gestured: Come here.
Narcissa blinked but obeyed, moving just enough into his compartment that she’d be out of the way of anyone in the corridor. ‘Narcissa,’ he began, standing. It was prudent to treat his intended like a lady.
Though they’d known each other her entire life, he’d never spoken to her before. He hadn’t needed to, reading her blushes and sideways glances with ease, but at least she made a token gesture of independence: ‘Cissy,’ she contradicted.
‘That’s a little girl’s name,’ Lucius objected, looking down his nose at her.
‘Yeah, well … I’m only thirteen, Malfoy,’ she grumbled. She looked like she wanted to cross her arms, but the heavy basket made that impossible, so she settled for grasping her right elbow with her free hand.
He took the basket from her and set it aside, taking her hand as he sat down again. ‘Not forever,’ he purred, pulling her onto his lap.
Narcissa perched awkwardly on his thigh, trembling like a leaf, her hands twitching uncomfortably until she folded her arms properly and scowled at him. ‘My parents are waiting,’ she said.
‘I am old enough to marry.’
She gulped, looking down at the floor. ‘I know,’ she murmured unhappily.
‘Narcissa,’ he murmured. She looked at him out of the corners of her eyes, uncertain. ‘If you want me, I shall wait for you to grow up.’
She turned towards him fully, eyes wide, shock written all over her sharp-featured face. Her blush was very unbecoming, making her eyebrows look like white caterpillars on her red brow. ‘Me?’ she squeaked.
‘You do not have to say today that you’ll marry me,’ he conceded, ‘but I wish to speak to your father tomorrow morning. I shan’t do anything that you or he forbids me to do.’ Lucius looked pointedly at her mouth, which opened under his gaze. He touched her lower lip gently and leaned closer.
‘I shouldn’t,’ she whispered, licking her lips.
‘Has your father said you mustn’t kiss a boy, then?’
‘He wouldn’t approve,’ she hedged.
‘Then he hasn’t said no?’
She looked at his lips. ‘Well, no.’
He hovered a few inches from her mouth. ‘May I speak to your father tomorrow?’
‘Yes,’ she whispered.
‘He may object to this in the future, but since he hasn’t done so yet ….’ Lucius briefly pressed his lips to Narcissa’s.
She pressed back, lips unmoving. She didn’t seem to know that there could be anything else to a kiss, but this wasn’t the time to worry about that. He smiled, breaking the kiss. Narcissa also smiled, looking rather pleased with herself.
He leaned in to nuzzle her cheek, and she put her arms about his neck. She was still a child, but he could be patient if he knew he would be rewarded with his prize at the end of the five-year betrothal he was initiating today. And he wouldn’t be idle; he’d teach Narcissa a bit in the next three years and a great deal more in once she reached the age of consent. ‘I shall speak to your father tomorrow morning.’ He wanted to go to the Dark Lord with the news of his betrothal to a pure and wealthy bride. The fact that she was clever and amusing, occasionally even when she was trying to be, was a bonus.
Footsteps approached, and Andromeda’s voice reached them: ‘Cissy?’
Narcissa leaped off Lucius’ lap with a gasp. He stood as well, looking down at her. She looked up, uncertain, and he took her hand. ‘Keep your lips for me, Narcissa,’ he purred, kissing her again. ‘Only for me.’