You & Me
Title: You & Me
Pairing: Lucille Malfoy/Sirius Potter; references to Lucille/Phillip, Lucius/Siobhan
Rating: PG
A/N: Sins-Verse, Post-Acts Of Repentence [how sad is that? Maybe I should finish the first story before writing one-shots that take place after the sequel? x.x]. skriven för min älskling ♥
You & Me
She fled through the dark corridors, her steps sporadic and the clicking of her heels lacking rhythm as she searched for solace from the pain and fury inside her. All the feelings of love and commitment and adoration - torn from her. Her lower lip was tremulous as she fought desperately to stop the tears from spilling from her pale eyes, only to feel them escape one by one and trickle down her face.
A figure stepped in front of her unexpectedly, and she was caught in the shadows arms as they clashed into one another. “Lucille,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Sirius!” she cried with relief, clinging to him. “I’ve - I’ve just been walking. Trying to clear my thoughts -”
“Of that pompous bastard?”
“Sirius.”
“What? Now that you’ve finally cut him loose, I’m free to say exactly what I think of the rat.” His brow furrowed with irritation for a moment, but upon seeing Lucille’s face, his expression softened. “You didn’t talk to him again, did you?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Lucille said defensively. “We’re in the same House, same year - we’re both Prefects. How do you suppose I avoid him?”
“You don’t have to talk to him, Luce,” he reprimanded softly, running a hand through her blonde hair. “What did he say to you this time?”
“Nothing,” she said, forcefully regaining her composure. “Just echoes of his earlier sentiments.”
“About your mum and dad?”
Lucille averted her eyes and hoped Sirius didn’t hear the loud swallow she took at his question. “He’s entitled to his opinions.”
“He is not entitled to insult the people you love, Luce. Never was, and never will be. And, I’ve got a right mind to hex him right up the - ”
“Sirius,” she hissed warningly. Sirius stopped and grinning winningly at her, causing a smile to tug at the corner of her lips.
“Is that a smile I see on those beautiful lips?”
“Maybe a shadow of one,” she surrendered, letting out a heavy sigh. She paused for a moment, before looking honestly into her best friend’s eyes. “I just --- didn’t expect it to be this rough.”
“Of course, not,” Sirius said, hugging her tightly. “If any of us knew what we were in for when it comes to love, we’d be smart and stay the hell away, wouldn’t we?”
“Perhaps,” Lucille murmured, not quite sure she agreed with the sentiment, but unable to think of anything to the contrary. Instead, she just closed her eyes and rested against Sirius’ warmth, letting his presence comfort her.
Lucille tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to shut down her thoughts and let her mind and body rest. It might have been easier if she’d only been ruminating about Phillip and her anger towards him - but no, he was barely in her thoughts. Instead, all she could think about was Sirius and what he had said about love.
It made her think of how she had felt for Phillip. There had been a lot of turbulence in their relationship. There was already the pressure of him being a Muggleborn, and Lucille’s father’s disapproval of the relationship, but of course Lucille only let that fuel her desire to be with him. And if she had known what was to come, if she had known that Phillip would insult her family without regard for her feelings, and that eventually their differences would be too much too overcome, she never would have initiated the relationship to begin with.
She did not, however, think this proved Sirius’ point. Rather, she thought it proved that maybe her love for Phillip wasn’t true enough. She found herself thinking of her mother and father and all their differences and the obstacles they had been forced to overcome. For a love such as they had, Lucille would be willing to put herself through anything.
More and more, she spun everything around in her mind, and over and over again she came to the same conclusion.
“I realised something,” she said the next day, while she and Sirius sat on the floor in a quiet and undisturbed corner of the library.
“Yeah, what’s that?” Sirius asked quietly.
“You’re wrong,” she answered bluntly.
Sirius furrowed his brow. “That’s a bit unfair, Luce - what have I even said to be wrong about?”
“Last night,” she clarified. “You were wrong. About love, and how, if we knew what we were in for, we wouldn’t get involved.”
“Oh. So, even if you know that love is going to hurt like all bloody hell, and even if you know it’s probably doomed from the get-go, and even if you know how much pain it’s going to cause you when you have to say goodbye --- you’d put yourself through it anyway?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a masochist, then.”
Lucille let out an exasperated huff and rolled her eyes. “Are you going to listen to me, or make fun of me?”
“Alright, sorry, sorry,” Sirius said apologetically. “I’m all ears, love.”
“I just think that when you really love someone, you have to expect that, right?” she said, her voice quiet as though she was sharing something very personal. “It’s not going to be easy; you’ll have your differences, your battles, your mistakes. And one day, whether by forces of man or nature, you will be separated and it will be torture on your heart and soul. And you know it, and you expect it, and you’re willing to go through with anyway, because it’s love, and it’s worth it.”
Sirius gave her a soft, appreciative smile. “Profound, Luce. I don’t know how you come up with this stuff.”
“I learnt it from my parents,” she murmured.
Sirius nodded in recognition. “Y’know, despite what some people might say about them, I respect your parents’ relationship. I can see why you’re so proud of them.”
Lucille gave him a tremulous smile and tried to casually wipe away the tears that were brimming in her eyes. “Thanks,” she said, her voice catching in her throat. “And… well, it’s not just something I’ve learnt from watching them, Sirius. I’ve - felt it, too.”
Sirius tensed awkwardly, and made a strangled guttural sound. “Oh, yeah?” he managed to ask.
“Yes. I have,” Lucille said, her voice still struggling against her emotions.
“So,” Sirius said, taking his arm away from her shoulder and running his hand through his black hair. “Does that mean - do you want to go back to him?”
Lucille stopped for a moment, and then let out a small chuckle.
“No, you fool,” she said, before stopping and looking at him nervously. Her voice was jittery again when she next spoke - “I’ve felt it for you.”
Sirius blushed - “That’s… that’s an awfully nice thing to say, Lucille -”
“No, I’m not going to have you avoid this,” Lucille said firmly, glaring at him stubbornly and trying to hide her smile. “I know that we probably have trials to overcome. And, I know that you have so much power to hurt me, because I care about you so much. But, I don’t care. I’ll risk it. Because I love you.”
Sirius glanced into her piercing grey eyes and then looked away. “You know that I love you, too, Luce,” he muttered with a shy smile.
“No,” Lucille said, taking his face and forcing him to look at her. “I love you, Sirius.”
Her best friend stared back at her, stunned and slightly confused. Lucille looked back at him, feeling her entire body quiver with trepidation as she leant her face towards his and touched his lips with her own.
Lucille felt her heart pound. Everything felt so right, so close. The kiss was soft and at the same time it managed to turn her world upside-down and then right-side up again. It was so different from the passionate kisses she’d shared with Phillip, or the fiercely stubborn love she had harboured for him. Being in Sirius’ arms, kissing him, and feeling his hands as they gripped her tightly - the moment was full of uncertainty and wonderment and intimacy. It was nothing something she had imagined and she felt it was something she never could have imagined.
Their kiss slowed to a stop, and they remained silent in each other’s arms for a few moments, before Sirius spoke quietly.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” he said, short of breath, “and then had to pretend to myself I hadn’t thought of it.”
“Well, now you don’t have to pretend anymore.”
They were quiet again, smiling stupidly and blushing madly. Sirius ran his hand through Lucille’s hair, admiring the soft light on her skin.
“There is something I think I should just say right now,” he said suddenly, clearing his throat.
“What’s that?”
“I know I said I respect your parents, and all - but I’m terrified of your father, and I think that, maybe he should never find out that I’ve even so much as touched you.”
“Well, that will be rather difficult to pull off, I think,” Lucille said, a sly smile forming on her lips. “Because, one day, he’ll have to walk me down the aisle, and he’s going to have to see who’s waiting for me at the other end.”
Sirius’s eyes widened and he gave a small spluttering choke.
“Getting a bit caught up there, don’t you think?” he said.
“Don’t pretend it’s not what you want,” Lucille told him confidently.
“Oh, that’s right, no more pretending, right?” Sirius said, grinning shyly again.
“It’s always been you and me,” Lucille whispered. “And it always will be.”
She kissed his lips softly, and then rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and smiling because she finally knew how her mother felt to be in her father’s arms.
Pairing: Lucille Malfoy/Sirius Potter; references to Lucille/Phillip, Lucius/Siobhan
Rating: PG
A/N: Sins-Verse, Post-Acts Of Repentence [how sad is that? Maybe I should finish the first story before writing one-shots that take place after the sequel? x.x]. skriven för min älskling ♥
You & Me
She fled through the dark corridors, her steps sporadic and the clicking of her heels lacking rhythm as she searched for solace from the pain and fury inside her. All the feelings of love and commitment and adoration - torn from her. Her lower lip was tremulous as she fought desperately to stop the tears from spilling from her pale eyes, only to feel them escape one by one and trickle down her face.
A figure stepped in front of her unexpectedly, and she was caught in the shadows arms as they clashed into one another. “Lucille,” he said, his voice low but urgent. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Sirius!” she cried with relief, clinging to him. “I’ve - I’ve just been walking. Trying to clear my thoughts -”
“Of that pompous bastard?”
“Sirius.”
“What? Now that you’ve finally cut him loose, I’m free to say exactly what I think of the rat.” His brow furrowed with irritation for a moment, but upon seeing Lucille’s face, his expression softened. “You didn’t talk to him again, did you?”
“I didn’t mean to,” Lucille said defensively. “We’re in the same House, same year - we’re both Prefects. How do you suppose I avoid him?”
“You don’t have to talk to him, Luce,” he reprimanded softly, running a hand through her blonde hair. “What did he say to you this time?”
“Nothing,” she said, forcefully regaining her composure. “Just echoes of his earlier sentiments.”
“About your mum and dad?”
Lucille averted her eyes and hoped Sirius didn’t hear the loud swallow she took at his question. “He’s entitled to his opinions.”
“He is not entitled to insult the people you love, Luce. Never was, and never will be. And, I’ve got a right mind to hex him right up the - ”
“Sirius,” she hissed warningly. Sirius stopped and grinning winningly at her, causing a smile to tug at the corner of her lips.
“Is that a smile I see on those beautiful lips?”
“Maybe a shadow of one,” she surrendered, letting out a heavy sigh. She paused for a moment, before looking honestly into her best friend’s eyes. “I just --- didn’t expect it to be this rough.”
“Of course, not,” Sirius said, hugging her tightly. “If any of us knew what we were in for when it comes to love, we’d be smart and stay the hell away, wouldn’t we?”
“Perhaps,” Lucille murmured, not quite sure she agreed with the sentiment, but unable to think of anything to the contrary. Instead, she just closed her eyes and rested against Sirius’ warmth, letting his presence comfort her.
Lucille tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to shut down her thoughts and let her mind and body rest. It might have been easier if she’d only been ruminating about Phillip and her anger towards him - but no, he was barely in her thoughts. Instead, all she could think about was Sirius and what he had said about love.
It made her think of how she had felt for Phillip. There had been a lot of turbulence in their relationship. There was already the pressure of him being a Muggleborn, and Lucille’s father’s disapproval of the relationship, but of course Lucille only let that fuel her desire to be with him. And if she had known what was to come, if she had known that Phillip would insult her family without regard for her feelings, and that eventually their differences would be too much too overcome, she never would have initiated the relationship to begin with.
She did not, however, think this proved Sirius’ point. Rather, she thought it proved that maybe her love for Phillip wasn’t true enough. She found herself thinking of her mother and father and all their differences and the obstacles they had been forced to overcome. For a love such as they had, Lucille would be willing to put herself through anything.
More and more, she spun everything around in her mind, and over and over again she came to the same conclusion.
“I realised something,” she said the next day, while she and Sirius sat on the floor in a quiet and undisturbed corner of the library.
“Yeah, what’s that?” Sirius asked quietly.
“You’re wrong,” she answered bluntly.
Sirius furrowed his brow. “That’s a bit unfair, Luce - what have I even said to be wrong about?”
“Last night,” she clarified. “You were wrong. About love, and how, if we knew what we were in for, we wouldn’t get involved.”
“Oh. So, even if you know that love is going to hurt like all bloody hell, and even if you know it’s probably doomed from the get-go, and even if you know how much pain it’s going to cause you when you have to say goodbye --- you’d put yourself through it anyway?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a masochist, then.”
Lucille let out an exasperated huff and rolled her eyes. “Are you going to listen to me, or make fun of me?”
“Alright, sorry, sorry,” Sirius said apologetically. “I’m all ears, love.”
“I just think that when you really love someone, you have to expect that, right?” she said, her voice quiet as though she was sharing something very personal. “It’s not going to be easy; you’ll have your differences, your battles, your mistakes. And one day, whether by forces of man or nature, you will be separated and it will be torture on your heart and soul. And you know it, and you expect it, and you’re willing to go through with anyway, because it’s love, and it’s worth it.”
Sirius gave her a soft, appreciative smile. “Profound, Luce. I don’t know how you come up with this stuff.”
“I learnt it from my parents,” she murmured.
Sirius nodded in recognition. “Y’know, despite what some people might say about them, I respect your parents’ relationship. I can see why you’re so proud of them.”
Lucille gave him a tremulous smile and tried to casually wipe away the tears that were brimming in her eyes. “Thanks,” she said, her voice catching in her throat. “And… well, it’s not just something I’ve learnt from watching them, Sirius. I’ve - felt it, too.”
Sirius tensed awkwardly, and made a strangled guttural sound. “Oh, yeah?” he managed to ask.
“Yes. I have,” Lucille said, her voice still struggling against her emotions.
“So,” Sirius said, taking his arm away from her shoulder and running his hand through his black hair. “Does that mean - do you want to go back to him?”
Lucille stopped for a moment, and then let out a small chuckle.
“No, you fool,” she said, before stopping and looking at him nervously. Her voice was jittery again when she next spoke - “I’ve felt it for you.”
Sirius blushed - “That’s… that’s an awfully nice thing to say, Lucille -”
“No, I’m not going to have you avoid this,” Lucille said firmly, glaring at him stubbornly and trying to hide her smile. “I know that we probably have trials to overcome. And, I know that you have so much power to hurt me, because I care about you so much. But, I don’t care. I’ll risk it. Because I love you.”
Sirius glanced into her piercing grey eyes and then looked away. “You know that I love you, too, Luce,” he muttered with a shy smile.
“No,” Lucille said, taking his face and forcing him to look at her. “I love you, Sirius.”
Her best friend stared back at her, stunned and slightly confused. Lucille looked back at him, feeling her entire body quiver with trepidation as she leant her face towards his and touched his lips with her own.
Lucille felt her heart pound. Everything felt so right, so close. The kiss was soft and at the same time it managed to turn her world upside-down and then right-side up again. It was so different from the passionate kisses she’d shared with Phillip, or the fiercely stubborn love she had harboured for him. Being in Sirius’ arms, kissing him, and feeling his hands as they gripped her tightly - the moment was full of uncertainty and wonderment and intimacy. It was nothing something she had imagined and she felt it was something she never could have imagined.
Their kiss slowed to a stop, and they remained silent in each other’s arms for a few moments, before Sirius spoke quietly.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do that,” he said, short of breath, “and then had to pretend to myself I hadn’t thought of it.”
“Well, now you don’t have to pretend anymore.”
They were quiet again, smiling stupidly and blushing madly. Sirius ran his hand through Lucille’s hair, admiring the soft light on her skin.
“There is something I think I should just say right now,” he said suddenly, clearing his throat.
“What’s that?”
“I know I said I respect your parents, and all - but I’m terrified of your father, and I think that, maybe he should never find out that I’ve even so much as touched you.”
“Well, that will be rather difficult to pull off, I think,” Lucille said, a sly smile forming on her lips. “Because, one day, he’ll have to walk me down the aisle, and he’s going to have to see who’s waiting for me at the other end.”
Sirius’s eyes widened and he gave a small spluttering choke.
“Getting a bit caught up there, don’t you think?” he said.
“Don’t pretend it’s not what you want,” Lucille told him confidently.
“Oh, that’s right, no more pretending, right?” Sirius said, grinning shyly again.
“It’s always been you and me,” Lucille whispered. “And it always will be.”
She kissed his lips softly, and then rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and smiling because she finally knew how her mother felt to be in her father’s arms.