Meeting Miss Murphy
Title: Meeting Miss Murphy
Pairings: Lucius/Siobhan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual References
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Siobhan and Lucius meet for the first time at Malfoy Manor - this time, we see things from Lucius' persoective.
A/N: Coincides with Chapter 5: Lucius of Sins of the Father; I fine-tuned some of the dialogue, and made the appropriate updates to the original chapter.
“Lucius? Lucius, darling - we’ve arrived.”
Lucius let out a sigh of resignation; of course he’d heard them arrive. Between the sound of the front doors being flung open and the subsequent clicking of Narcissa’s heels on the stone floor, how could he have not? Not quite finished with the business at hand, however, he had tried to ignore his wife’s obvious presence - clearly, if she was going to shriek down the corridors after him, that was not going to be possible.
“Yes, Narcissa,” he said, leaving his study and stepping into the main corridor to greet her and Draco. “I gathered as much from the loud, high-pitched sound you’re sending through my house.”
“I expected you to be waiting for us upon our arrival rather than shut away in your study,” she said, ignoring his jibe.
It seemed to Lucius that, after two decades of marriage, Narcissa should have known better than to anticipate her husband would be at home standing in the cold corridor, waiting to greet her on the very moment she and Draco crossed the threshold. He tilted a nod of welcome in his son’s direction, before turning back to his wife. “You’ll have to excuse my lack of enthusiasm, Narcissa,” he said dryly. “I was attending to some important affairs.”
“Yes, well - I’ve arranged it so that dinner would be ready as soon as I got home with Draco. So, we should get into the dining hall, rather than continue to stand in this draughty hallway.”
“As you wish,” Lucius replied, amused as always at his wife’s haughtiness, but deciding to keep the condescension in his voice to a minimum. He made to follow Narcissa as she swept past him towards the dining area, but stopped rather suddenly as he realised that there was a fourth person in the corridor with them. He had not noticed her at first, standing slightly behind Draco, close to a part of the wall where the light did not reach. And of course Narcissa, as usual, had been doing a fine job of keeping attention on herself.
“You did not say we had a guest,” he murmured to his wife, not taking his eyes off the addition to their party. She was a young woman with striking hair of a deep, dark red that fell in smooth curls just past her shoulders. Her complexion was fair, like Lucius’s own and that of his wife and son, but with a flush of colour and a faint decoration of freckles that suited her. He had seen her before, he knew, at King’s Cross that past September.
“This is Siobhan Murphy.” Narcissa’s tone made it clear that she did not think much of their guest. “She is Draco’s friend. She’s staying here for the holidays, as I’m sure you will remember.”
“Ah, yes,” Lucius said, indeed remembering that they were expecting a friend of Draco’s for the holidays; however, it was something that happened often and so Lucius had not given it any particular thought. “Miss Murphy - it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“And you, Mr Malfoy,” she replied and he observed in her a faint trepidation. He wondered if it was because his wife had made her feel so thoroughly unwelcome, or if it was perhaps something else…
“Can we please move?” Narcissa snapped with annoyance.
“Impatience is not becoming in a lady, Narcissa,” Lucius reprimanded her calmly, but he nodded towards the dining hall to indicate them forwards and the three others swept ahead of him into the dining hall. He followed, his eye trained with interest upon the figure of Miss Murphy, thinking back to September 1st when he had glimpsed her previously. He had been on the train platform with Draco and Narcissa, and his eyes had happened upon her watching them - watching him, in particular. Once caught, though, she did not flick her eyes away as he would have expected. No, her gaze had remained steady. The tenacity it displayed had surprised him, but he did not show it; rather, he simply gave her a smirk before turning back to deal with Narcissa who had been ranting at him mercilessly.
Presently, the four of them took their places at the dining table and starterss promptly materialised in the dishes before them. Narcissa began the daily routine of poring over every minute detail of her day. Sometimes Lucius listened, but it hardly mattered, as it was usually the same tedious nonsense day after day. This evening, Lucius sipped at his soup and kept his attention on Miss Murphy, who had certainly piqued his interest. He felt curious about the significance of the day at the train station, as well as a certain smugness that accompanied his central theory. He allowed his eyes to roam over her appraisingly, and as he did so it was like drinking something very fine that only made him thirst for more. It was with a hunger that his gaze rested upon her lips, which were well-shaped and slightly plump in a sensual way; they were neither too thin nor too overwhelming, and they were the loveliest and most natural colour as Lucius had ever seen, clearly affected by the same glow that brightened her complexion.
He realised, of course, that she was exquisite. His eyes travelled the curves of her nose, chin, jaw, neck and he felt further aroused with curiosity, but also with a deepening lust. He found himself regretful that her robes prevented him from perusing her beauty any further - but perhaps something could be done about that, he thought with a smirk.
Soon, soup and salad were swept away and were replaced with plates of oysters. Lucius could not help but grimace, half in annoyance and half in disgust. He had never liked oysters and he had certainly told Narcissa this a dozen times. Yet, they continued to have the terrible habit of showing up on their dinner table. He looked up and saw that Miss Murphy, too, was eyeing her food rather hesitantly.
“Is something wrong, Miss Murphy?” Lucius asked, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Narcissa mid-sentence.
Oh, nothing at all, Mr Malfoy,” she replied. “I simply don’t feel well.”
This was a lie. He had, after all, watched her during the first course, and she had eaten keenly, without any hint of seeming ill. Narcissa, affronted with the interruption, did not waste a moment seeing what was the matter.
“It’s impolite to refuse the food you have been served,” she sniffed, her eyes narrowed contemptuously.
“It’s perfectly understandable, Miss Murphy,” Lucius said, looking at his wife, quite enjoying how much he was about to infuriate her. “I’ve never been one for oysters, myself.”
“You’ve never mentioned it before, darling,” Narcissa insisted.
“That’s untrue,” Lucius replied simply. “If you spent less time gossiping and more time seeing to your duties as my wife, I’m sure you would have remembered that I have never eaten oysters - and with good reason; they’re absolutely foul. Now - ” he turned his gaze from Narcissa, who was seething, and faced the young woman. “Miss Murphy, you should not feel it necessary to eat this, as I’m certainly not going to. I can have one of the servants get something from the kitchens, something more to your liking.”
“That’s not necessary-” she replied at once, though he could tell she was pleased.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “Will lamb do? I can have it sent to your room, if you wish?”
“Yes. That will be fine, Mr Malfoy.” Her satisfaction was clear; he smirked.
“Very well then - Miss Murphy will be shown to her room, and I will retire to my own bedroom for the evening. I’m sure the two of you will be content to catch up over your, ah, lovely dinner?”
“Yes, Lucius,” Narcissa said stiffly.
“Goodnight, then,” Lucius said. “Miss Murphy, Tessie will escort you to the guest room.”
He nodded to her, and watched as the house-elf Tessie toddled up to the table instantly. Then, he turned nodded to Narcissa and Draco - the former of which was scowling furiously. He swept out of the dining hall, feeling incredibly satisfied. In his mind, he once again passed over the perfection of her lips and wondered with a powerful lust how they tasted. He craved, also, to touch with his own hands the curves that undoubtedly formed her smooth body. Of course, there was only one fulfilment for these curiousities and longings; Lucius gave a self-satisfied smile as he decided that, before Christmas, he would have Siobhan Murphy in bed.
Pairings: Lucius/Siobhan
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexual References
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Siobhan and Lucius meet for the first time at Malfoy Manor - this time, we see things from Lucius' persoective.
A/N: Coincides with Chapter 5: Lucius of Sins of the Father; I fine-tuned some of the dialogue, and made the appropriate updates to the original chapter.
“Lucius? Lucius, darling - we’ve arrived.”
Lucius let out a sigh of resignation; of course he’d heard them arrive. Between the sound of the front doors being flung open and the subsequent clicking of Narcissa’s heels on the stone floor, how could he have not? Not quite finished with the business at hand, however, he had tried to ignore his wife’s obvious presence - clearly, if she was going to shriek down the corridors after him, that was not going to be possible.
“Yes, Narcissa,” he said, leaving his study and stepping into the main corridor to greet her and Draco. “I gathered as much from the loud, high-pitched sound you’re sending through my house.”
“I expected you to be waiting for us upon our arrival rather than shut away in your study,” she said, ignoring his jibe.
It seemed to Lucius that, after two decades of marriage, Narcissa should have known better than to anticipate her husband would be at home standing in the cold corridor, waiting to greet her on the very moment she and Draco crossed the threshold. He tilted a nod of welcome in his son’s direction, before turning back to his wife. “You’ll have to excuse my lack of enthusiasm, Narcissa,” he said dryly. “I was attending to some important affairs.”
“Yes, well - I’ve arranged it so that dinner would be ready as soon as I got home with Draco. So, we should get into the dining hall, rather than continue to stand in this draughty hallway.”
“As you wish,” Lucius replied, amused as always at his wife’s haughtiness, but deciding to keep the condescension in his voice to a minimum. He made to follow Narcissa as she swept past him towards the dining area, but stopped rather suddenly as he realised that there was a fourth person in the corridor with them. He had not noticed her at first, standing slightly behind Draco, close to a part of the wall where the light did not reach. And of course Narcissa, as usual, had been doing a fine job of keeping attention on herself.
“You did not say we had a guest,” he murmured to his wife, not taking his eyes off the addition to their party. She was a young woman with striking hair of a deep, dark red that fell in smooth curls just past her shoulders. Her complexion was fair, like Lucius’s own and that of his wife and son, but with a flush of colour and a faint decoration of freckles that suited her. He had seen her before, he knew, at King’s Cross that past September.
“This is Siobhan Murphy.” Narcissa’s tone made it clear that she did not think much of their guest. “She is Draco’s friend. She’s staying here for the holidays, as I’m sure you will remember.”
“Ah, yes,” Lucius said, indeed remembering that they were expecting a friend of Draco’s for the holidays; however, it was something that happened often and so Lucius had not given it any particular thought. “Miss Murphy - it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“And you, Mr Malfoy,” she replied and he observed in her a faint trepidation. He wondered if it was because his wife had made her feel so thoroughly unwelcome, or if it was perhaps something else…
“Can we please move?” Narcissa snapped with annoyance.
“Impatience is not becoming in a lady, Narcissa,” Lucius reprimanded her calmly, but he nodded towards the dining hall to indicate them forwards and the three others swept ahead of him into the dining hall. He followed, his eye trained with interest upon the figure of Miss Murphy, thinking back to September 1st when he had glimpsed her previously. He had been on the train platform with Draco and Narcissa, and his eyes had happened upon her watching them - watching him, in particular. Once caught, though, she did not flick her eyes away as he would have expected. No, her gaze had remained steady. The tenacity it displayed had surprised him, but he did not show it; rather, he simply gave her a smirk before turning back to deal with Narcissa who had been ranting at him mercilessly.
Presently, the four of them took their places at the dining table and starterss promptly materialised in the dishes before them. Narcissa began the daily routine of poring over every minute detail of her day. Sometimes Lucius listened, but it hardly mattered, as it was usually the same tedious nonsense day after day. This evening, Lucius sipped at his soup and kept his attention on Miss Murphy, who had certainly piqued his interest. He felt curious about the significance of the day at the train station, as well as a certain smugness that accompanied his central theory. He allowed his eyes to roam over her appraisingly, and as he did so it was like drinking something very fine that only made him thirst for more. It was with a hunger that his gaze rested upon her lips, which were well-shaped and slightly plump in a sensual way; they were neither too thin nor too overwhelming, and they were the loveliest and most natural colour as Lucius had ever seen, clearly affected by the same glow that brightened her complexion.
He realised, of course, that she was exquisite. His eyes travelled the curves of her nose, chin, jaw, neck and he felt further aroused with curiosity, but also with a deepening lust. He found himself regretful that her robes prevented him from perusing her beauty any further - but perhaps something could be done about that, he thought with a smirk.
Soon, soup and salad were swept away and were replaced with plates of oysters. Lucius could not help but grimace, half in annoyance and half in disgust. He had never liked oysters and he had certainly told Narcissa this a dozen times. Yet, they continued to have the terrible habit of showing up on their dinner table. He looked up and saw that Miss Murphy, too, was eyeing her food rather hesitantly.
“Is something wrong, Miss Murphy?” Lucius asked, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Narcissa mid-sentence.
Oh, nothing at all, Mr Malfoy,” she replied. “I simply don’t feel well.”
This was a lie. He had, after all, watched her during the first course, and she had eaten keenly, without any hint of seeming ill. Narcissa, affronted with the interruption, did not waste a moment seeing what was the matter.
“It’s impolite to refuse the food you have been served,” she sniffed, her eyes narrowed contemptuously.
“It’s perfectly understandable, Miss Murphy,” Lucius said, looking at his wife, quite enjoying how much he was about to infuriate her. “I’ve never been one for oysters, myself.”
“You’ve never mentioned it before, darling,” Narcissa insisted.
“That’s untrue,” Lucius replied simply. “If you spent less time gossiping and more time seeing to your duties as my wife, I’m sure you would have remembered that I have never eaten oysters - and with good reason; they’re absolutely foul. Now - ” he turned his gaze from Narcissa, who was seething, and faced the young woman. “Miss Murphy, you should not feel it necessary to eat this, as I’m certainly not going to. I can have one of the servants get something from the kitchens, something more to your liking.”
“That’s not necessary-” she replied at once, though he could tell she was pleased.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “Will lamb do? I can have it sent to your room, if you wish?”
“Yes. That will be fine, Mr Malfoy.” Her satisfaction was clear; he smirked.
“Very well then - Miss Murphy will be shown to her room, and I will retire to my own bedroom for the evening. I’m sure the two of you will be content to catch up over your, ah, lovely dinner?”
“Yes, Lucius,” Narcissa said stiffly.
“Goodnight, then,” Lucius said. “Miss Murphy, Tessie will escort you to the guest room.”
He nodded to her, and watched as the house-elf Tessie toddled up to the table instantly. Then, he turned nodded to Narcissa and Draco - the former of which was scowling furiously. He swept out of the dining hall, feeling incredibly satisfied. In his mind, he once again passed over the perfection of her lips and wondered with a powerful lust how they tasted. He craved, also, to touch with his own hands the curves that undoubtedly formed her smooth body. Of course, there was only one fulfilment for these curiousities and longings; Lucius gave a self-satisfied smile as he decided that, before Christmas, he would have Siobhan Murphy in bed.