[malfoyocracy]

name: lucius malfoy

age: 25

birthday: december 27th

zodiac: capricorn

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: heterosexual

wand: 18", made from elm wood and dragon heartstring

patronus: it used to be a peacock, but lucius can no longer produce a patronus.

boggart: lord voldemort

CONNECTIONS

old habits die hard: two or three ride or die friends that were with lucius during his rebellion days. they all maintain an expected lifestyle, but there's always that pull of temptation to go back to debauchery.

just a little something: lucius is still working on his commitment issues. outside of his expected relationships, he still likes to window shop. maybe test drive.

the voice of reason: somebody who continues to steer lucius in the direction that his father wants him to go in. kind of like a private eye for his dad.

i got you, man: just a friend; somebody who genuinely doesn't mind lucius and they can get a drink here and there and have it feel not forced.

[serpentsilver]

Moving to grab her napkin she placed it in her lap, given it wasn't going to unfold and jump there itself - magic did have some benefits far above the muggle world. In that way, they were superior, but not because she thought she was genuinely better than them? Narcissa was indifferent, but in her family, they were meant to despise them, think they were no better than dirt beneath her heel.

"A little rowdy? I can only imagine what that means for Lucius Malfoy. Rubbing elbows with muggles, how scandalous." Her voice low, a smirk appearing on her lips. "Though if you were doing anything nefarious with muggle women I ask you spare me the details, please." Giving a roll of her eyes. "Have you ever thought..." she cleared her throat, shaking her head, "Never mind." Trusting him with the idea that were they really that bad?

Raising a brow, "That is a bit of waste isn't it? When it's so easily fixed with... a wand." It was practically basic magic at that point, fixing a meal - though it was really hard to mess up a meal with magic unless you weren't fully paying attention. "I suppose asking for my steak bloody won't do me any favors or not look weird." Reasoning that the joke of bloody wouldn't go as far as it did back home. Tipping her glass she took a long sip, "If I didn't know better I would think you're trying to charm me, Malfoy."

[malfoyocracy]

the idea that he was doing anything with muggle women made him scrunch up his nose in distaste, barely casting his eyes about the crowd as if surveying the women. "don't make me sick, we're about to eat," he half joked, playing with the end of his napkin absently. at her almost question he furrowed his brow, cocking his head curiously, "what?" she couldn't start a sentence and not finish it - at least not one that started that like that. "you're a black, don't step back on your word."

"me? charm? you must think me some kind of wizard." he teased, reaching forward to pick at the bread that was left in the center of the table for them. "are you expecting me to be awfully cruel?" he asked, only partly in actual wonder. his bright white teeth sunk into the soft crust of the bread, tearing at it with a smile. "that's hardly a way to start a marriage." he wiggled his brows suggestively, as if it were already set in stone.

[serpentsilver]

At the host stand they were greeted before being told to follow, there was no fanfare, which in the wizarding world have been very different. Anywhere Narcissa would go, that was considered appropriate, would have had attention - let alone would have had the attention given it was Lucius and Narcissa together. The blonde had to admit it was weird, seeing the muggles in their natural habitat. Never was she really allowed or had she ventured to this part of the world, mainly because it wasn't hard to be excommunicated from the Black family.

There was no floating dishes, no flashes of magic making things appear, this felt so outdated but the thrill of being there was something she couldn't deny. "Used to?" she asked a bit surprised, for someone who she thought was on the path to become on of the Dark Lords most loyal members, potential most inner circle, to hear that he frequented her, or had in the past, well - maybe he had more to him then she had given credit prior.

"Am I not acting natural?" The only part of her that didn't feel that way was the fact both of them caught there - while not yet illegal, was something they could both be horribly punished for. They were a Black and Malfoy, they knew better. Yet here, she could be someone else, someone with no reputation. Just Narcissa, something she craved, and she couldn't help but question if that meant the arrogance she sometimes saw in the blonde in front of her craved that too. "What do you recommend then, for a drink."

[malfoyocracy]

lucius shifted in his seat a moment, know he was opening up something that he wouldn't be able to close. he scratched the side of his neck, clearing his throat before continuing, "we'll have a bottle of your finest, please." once the waiter had disappeared, lucius let the chatter of the restaurant carry their brief silence. "yes, i was quite...reckless, i suppose is the word." he chuckled to himself, playing with the paper of his straw. "once i left school, i mean. i wasn't home much. ran about with the wrong sort." he half explained, offering a faint smile as the waiter returned to pour them each a glass of red wine.

"we'd come around to muggle london," his eyes danced with amusement from the memory, "have a few. eat some good food," he motioned to the lively area around them, "...get a little rowdy." lucius didn't go into much more detail; he didn't need narcissa disrespecting him because of the trouble he used to like getting into. starting bar fights and pulling his wand on an unsuspecting university student didn't scream proper. that truth would come with time. with understanding.

"but i can't help coming back now and again. unbelievable steak." he smiled, eyes sparkling at the familiarity he felt from being here, away from his father - with narcissa. his eyes flickered about the room, before he leaned in slightly across the table to say, "sometimes they overcook it, but you can't say anything, because they can't just undo it." he looked around again, before adding, "apparently, they've got to get rid of it then. and do it all over again." he sat back, as if he'd shared some piece of gossip. "cheers," he lifted his glass, smiling before taking a sip.

[serpentsilver]

Instead of him pushing her away or making some snide remark he held her, steading her. Clearing her throat, "Thank you." Her mother had raised a proper lady after all, and like it or not, he was being less like himself in the moment. Narcissa would take it. She stood up, collecting herself, brushing her fingers up into her blonde locks. Her cloak still around her draping down over her body and down her her lower legs. Once outside, "Where are we attending tonight?" There were plenty of high end places wizards and witches like them were allowed to frequent, in fact, it was the proper place to go. Figuring it would be one of those places.

Glancing at his hand, then back to his eyes, his face looked softer, gentler, something different. Taking a breath she reached out taking his hand, it wasn't like he could do anything to hurt her without ending up with an unending amount of wrath. As he pulled her in, she knew they were about to apparate, and they had to be as close as possible as to not end up splinching.

When they landed in a restroom, confusion colored her face. "Did you miss the destination? We're in a restroom." His eyes casting a glance before he quickly waved his wand switching his clothes. This obviously called for a change of outfit, so with a flick of her wand, her robes disappeared leaving her in a fitted deep green dress that was low cut, blonde hair falling straight around her shoulders. "Better?" Tilting her head up to see if he approved of the knee length dress. Heading out after wands were tucked away they slipped into the restaurant from the washroom. Almost immediately she knew what they were doing, it was a muggle restaurant. "Lucius, we could - if we're caught." But he seemed so confident, and then she realized his fingers were laced with hers and she hated that her head focused on that. Why? "Okay." she said, wanting to break the rules.

[malfoyocracy]

lucius led her through the tables, weaving in and out until they stood at the front of the restaurant, an face to face with the host. "two, please." he nodded towards them, and it was only a minute later that the two of them were seated, menus placed before them. from the design to the service, the place screamed muggles.

"i know," he nodded quickly, smile only growing. "i used to come here quite a lot, actually." he admitted. he knew it was strange - for him, no less - to be dining here, but it was different. and muggles were just muggles; they weren't muggles pretending to be wizards, claiming ownership of a title that they didn't deserve. and nobody knew them here. "just...act natural." he urged with a wide smile, eyes scanning the menu.

it was their first chance to really not have any eyes on them. "relax. have a drink." lucius tried to ease the other blonde, and his foot nudged hers under the table.

[serpentsilver]

Taking a breath, steading herself, "If you didn't insist on coming across condensing we'd be able to tell the difference. Since when are you worried about being chivalries?" That wasn't the Lucius she knew with women, the stories she had heard, other woman talking about the conquests he attempted to make or bed. What he been so bad about her that he couldn't even bring a desire to have wanted her? Hot-headed or not, she would have caved if he had just put down his fucking ego and kissed her in that alleyway.

There was a moment of quiet between them, both of them heading towards a similar standstill. Giving a curt nod when he apologized, she knew that continuing to make jabs at each other wouldn't help anything. Narcissa just wanted to feel a sense of less tension even if for five minutes. At his offering of dinner, a girl had to eat. "Just because I'll make your dinner experience better." she retorted as she stood, her heel catching on the stool and stumbling into his chest, her hands grabbing each side of his arms to steady herself.

[malfoyocracy]

lucius steadied the smaller blonde with his hands on her elbows, but he dared not open his mouth for fear of insulting her. she could handle her own, for sure. "i've got you," he assured softly as he balanced her out. but still, he held his arm out like a gentleman for her to latch onto should she need it as they made their way out of the pub and into the lantern lit streets. he pondered quietly for a few minutes on where to eat - there were many options, but everything was so...reptitive. lucius quickly grew bored of wizarding london after endless days.

he stilled for a moment on the cobblestone path, turning to narcissa curiously. he held his hand out to her, a gentle grin on his face. "come on," he asked softly, ushering her toward him so that their bodies almost hugged. "trust me." he offered softly, arms enveloping narcissa with a slight squeeze before the pair was apparating.

it was't technically legal. but! it wasn't technically illegal; either. one of those lovely grey areas, lucius was quite pleased with. when they opened their eyes, they were in...a restroom. granted, it was rather nice. gold trimmed black walls, a large wall mirror. it smelled clean. "is that what you're wearing?" he teased affectionately.

lucius slipped his wand from his pocket and gave it a wordless spin - his robes were swapped for a plain blue button down and a pair of slacks. "come on," he ushered, sliding his wand down his pocket and motioning towards narcissa's, "put that away." lucius stuck his head outside of the bathroom door, making sure nobody was waiting before he slid his fingers to lock with narcissa's - tugging her from the washroom and towards the front of the muggle restaurant with the expertise of somebody who had done it so many times.

[serpentsilver]

Had she not been out drinking and needed to sneak back into the manor, she would have gone home right after this and demanded to know why Lucius Malfoy needed an audience with her Mother. "Whatever you say, Malfoy." she quipped as she took another sip of her drink, deciding he was there, there was no point attempting to get rid of him. Even if she could probably hex him right through the side of the building. "Are we saying like father, like son?" she challenged knowing it would get under his skin.

"Are you not? Your conquests and lack of conquests are heard around time. You're not going to charm mummy and daddy much with the women you keep." Even if she was pointing out the obvious, and she could tell he was rebelling against it all, a Malfoy was an old wizarding family, not as old as the Black family but one that held prestige and he would have to put on the act sooner or later. Whatever poor woman would be bethrothed to him. "I offered you a night of fun, you tossed it away making jokes at my expense, don't be mad you didn't get a taste." The alcohol helped loosen her tongue. "Please, I know what you're apart of." Meaning the dark mark that was hidden from sight. "If I'm harsh you'll not survive."

[malfoyocracy]

lucius furrowed his brows, shaking his head. "you took my chivalry as condescending. that's out of my control." he maintained, setting his glass down on the bar a bit harsher than he'd intended. he was nothing like his father; not if he had anything to do with it. "forgive my believing you joking with me." the air was quiet for a moment, slightly tense before he let out a breathe and closed his eyes for a moment. let it go. it's in the past. be the bigger man.

his arm ached with her words, lucius licked his bottom lip in thought before clearing his throat. "it's done," he muttered with a wave of his hand. "again, i apologize for any...distress, caused." he gave her a short nod, biting on the inside of his cheek. "perhaps you would bestow me the honor of joining me for dinner." a truce, of sorts. his treat. it would do him no good being in a rotten place with the lady in question when he asked her mother for her daughters hand the next day.

[serpentsilver]

An immediate slight change to her face, the tiniest bit of a furrow to her brow, "What do you have in regards to my mother and needing a social call with her?" There was no need to do any bidding for the Dark Lord, he already knew their dedication and loyalty from the oldest wizarding family. "No my mother doesn't appreciate someone who is sloppy, but don't let me stop you." For one thing she couldn't figure out why he would be meeting with his mother of all people, her eldest sister, sure. As she took another drink she knew that she'd be able to get by her parents, it had worked the last few days, and her mother thought she was out mingling with the names of possible husbands, so a little tipsy she thought they had a good time.

When asked if she was still cross, she tilted her head. "I'm indifferent." Lie. The words drawled, as if she was even doing him a favor talking to him in the moment. "Why would I be cross anyway?"

[malfoyocracy]

it was almost impossible not to smirk at her interest; at least he was still able to capture her attention. "oh i'm not sure that's much of your business," he chided softly with a shake of his head, blonde hair messily falling into his eyes. "...my father thinks it quite proper, i suppose. if any of those morons had any sense they'd be doing the same." he offered to ease her worry, noting her tone.

at the question he opened his mouth to speak but paused, knowing whatever he sadi would only shine line on his fault. "because you think me the equivalent of some hormonal, preteen rutting post." lucius shrugged, sighing. "i suppose i can't blame you. but...i do think you were rather harsh on me." he gave her a wry, pleading smile.

[beetlebeginnings]

where: the pesky pixie, diagon alley

when: early evening

who: open

From a strictly business perspective, Rita Skeeter supposed she should have been at The Leaky Cauldron. It was full of all sorts–though not quite as diverse as the clientele that frequented Aberforth Dumbledore quaint establishment in Hogsmeade–so there were also people, people, people. People to rub elbows with and smile prettily and try to figure out what exactly the Ministry of Magic was up to these days. Rita though herself the mistress of whispers (or if she was feeling particularly confident that day, the queen), but that had been one nut she had yet to crack. 

But this was a social call, though ‘call’ usually meant that she was planning on meeting someone. However, what really was calling her was a gin martini. She’d vacated her usual haunts for the Pesky Pixie, with its velvet seats, dim lighting and all-too-expensive cocktails. She could do with a little frivolity, her paycheck had made sure of that. With its close proximity to Shrew and Scold’s Bridal Wear, the place was usually filled with giggling groups of witches with goblets of things that glittered. 

Many of them also subscribed to Witch Weekly, and therefore thought Rita Skeeter’s word was law. She usually came here when she’d had a bad day, it was good for the ego. This evening, however, it was nearly vacant. 

But the quiet opening of the door was unaccompanied by giggles. Rita turned toward her new drinking companion, two fingers gesturing with an olive-clad cocktail stick. 

“Did you come for the drinks or were you interested in the goblin quartet?”

[malfoyocracy]

lucius let his eyes dart around the establishment with hidden paranoia; it wasn't unusual for him to be here, but talking to rita? those who mattered would talk. he turned towards the blonde with a glass of wine between his fingers, rings lightly clinking against the sides as he lifted it to his lips. "perhaps you're here for the same reason i am," the corner of his mouth dared to quirk upwards in a daring smirk. "i enjoy a bachelorette on her last night." he was kidding of course; being uncouth was his latest act of rebellion against his father. but rita had rejected him once in the past; what was to stop him from making such jokes? "if i'm wrong, please, don't tell me." he shook his head, before looking at the blonde with a sense of superiority.

"what d'you want, skeeter?"

[saintifies]

LUCIUS MALFOY.

AH, THERE IT IS — THE CRACK .ᐟ instead of feeling insulted, glee becomes obvious in the spark within depths of avada kedavra eyes. top student of the year, dubbed to be the brightest witch of her age, and head-girl to boot, very few looked too closely at muggleborn lily evans to see anything else.

' as if there's anything else, she's just a gryffindor ﹔ bold and brave and perhaps intelligent enough, but nothing more than that. '

❛ i run the place alone, ❜ a hum, ignoring the jab with ease that comes from experience of dealing with lucius. ❛ even if there is, you and i both know that i'm the best around here. ❜ worse, she's not even bragging.

[malfoyocracy]

lucius flared his nostrils in annoyance, glancing around the otherwise rather empty shop before settling back on lily. "i sent my mother in here a few weeks ago. i believe she'd asked you to hold some books for me." he relented with a sigh, irritated with himself for having to ask the woman for help. but he couldn't help it; like it ran through his blood. he was a bitter man, at the end of the day. "please." he grumbled.

[serpentsilver]

Many wouldn’t think of the Leaky Cauldron as an escape for someone like Narcissa Black, but it was. Here she didn’t have to pretend to be anyone she was expected to be, she didn’t have high ground expectations to live up to, didn’t have to explain what a proper lady would be doing there. Given there were much finer establishments that she could frequent, but there people would watch. Watch her moves, her words, anything not up to standard would be reported back to Mother. For the most part, everyone here was trying to escape something. Now, it was the impending idea that she’d cave to her parents wishes, allow them to make a suitable match for marriage. Even the thought made her stomach clench, causing her to shift awkwardly.

It was the calming, albeit slightly damp inside the establishment. Her velvet cloak draped to keep her warm, her wand tucked just out of sight but easy to grab. After all, it could get sketchy at times depending who was frequenting at different times. Even with leering eyes from some of the patrons towards the blonde she didn’t let that deter her from continuing her drink. Part of her felt like she should have been well into her way of being drunk, and yet there was only the slight feeling of a buzz settling in her skin.

How she hadn’t noticed him she wasn’t sure, her mind too fogged with who her parents would deem of standard. But there was that flash of blonde hair before hearing his words, any buzz in her body? God. There was a tension, her body sitting up straighter, proper. “Hardly.” Narcissa drawled bringing the drink to her lips. “I’ve a conversation to have with my Mother when I return home and decided this was the best way to prepare myself.” Oh her mother would be thrilled, finally she had seen reason. “I’ll be accepting their choice in marriage, won’t be nearly twenty-five and unwed.” His words, she could hold a grudge, “I’m sure if you buy that redhead there a drink you’ll finally accomplish what you want for the night, Lucius.” As she went back to her drink.

[malfoyocracy]

he glanced at the redhead in question, hardly interested - not with narcissa looking at him with her steel gaze. "i would, but you see," lucius took the glass of beer with a nod, "i've a date with your mother in the morning. i wouldn't want to make the...wrong impression." he teased lightly, though not offering more information than that - there was no reason for narcissa to reject him again before he'd even gotten another chance. "and i don't suppose i'll get away with the drink like you might." though lucius knew that if narcissa did go home in that condition, the last thing she'd probably be able to do is get away with it.

"are you still very cross with me?" he asked a moment later, leaning against the bar with a half smile. he'd let most of the anger go from that night; with the acceptance that he'd never really understand women - not women, just narcissa.

[serpentsilver]

The Leaky Cauldron Narissa x open

The night crept in, seeing the sun dip through the cracks of the windows that let barely any light in. More so it was the candles that kept the place from being in a state of perpetual black. It was fitting for the youngest black woman, right now that was what she felt. Days had passed, she had spent her time doing what was expected of her, attending smaller events, smiling, shaking hands, whispering about this old schoolmate, or that. A luxury that some might love to have, not having to worry even in the state of impending war between two deeply divided factions.

Now all that was divided was her brain and her heart, after her conversation with him, she realized there was no grand fairytale, there was no large gestures - only in stories, and stories were for tiny witch and wizards who hadn't yet learned the weight of the world. As her mother had put it, it was time for her to grow up, to do what all Black women did.

Nursing a firewhiskey, bartender leering at her far too happily, she tipped the drink back with ease. How many had it be? Three? Four? Somewhere she'd lose count, a simple flick of the wrist and another appeared in front of her, Ogden's Old Firewhiskey being her personal poison. The burn stung less with each drink, her hair falling out of it's normally kept twist into several soft messy curls making her little a little disheveled but no less beautiful. Eventually she'd have to go home, getting piss drunk at the Leaky Cauldron was the least ladylike thing she could be doing at the moment, and needing her eldest sister, or worse - her mother, to come collect her would be horrific but that didn't stop her when another drink arrived at her table, this time not one she ordered.

[malfoyocracy]

he had been off. narcissa had been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd last seen her, something in him urging him to go to her - to fix it. lucius wasn't a fixer; he was a sit around and wait until my father hears about this kind of guy. he couldn't help it. so when he'd stopped by the leaky cauldron to try and find somebody to distract him from the blonde that constantly buzzed in his ear, he was finding himself striking out.

over and over.

he'd just bought his third attempt of the night the drink she'd made such a fuss about, he was sure it'd be worth it - but the witch excused herself back to her friends and the group stared at lucius for what seemed like a humiliating long amount of time. they giggled and blushed, but he was already over it. "brilliant," he muttered to himself settling up at the bar and ordering a final gin to close out the night.

he smelled narcissa before he saw her. soft lilac and something frosty; something sharp on his nostrils that was still so delicate in only a way narcissa could make it. sweet, nostalgic. "whiskey?" he asked coolly, curious brow cocked. "surely not on my account." he snickered, trying to clear the air.

[malfoyocracy]

lucius hardly had a moment to defend himself and he furrowed his brows - he thought he had been doing a good thing by assuring that the both of them were sober enough to actually remember such an act. but narcissa seemed to take it in the complete opposite direction, and his first instinct was to be reactive. "you didn't even give me a chance," he curled his mouth up in a slight sneer, feeling attacked.

the mood had shifted - unfortunately, lucius was quickly losing interest in the interaction as he was suddenly painted to be the bad guy. "whatever," he muttered with a shake of his head, stepping back to give narcissa the space she seemed so desperate for. "good day, ms. black." lucius turned on his heel, insulted, and wandered off.

[serpentsilver]

Taking pause, she lashed out when feeling like she was being made into a joke. But here they found themselves at an impass, unwilling to settle down their pride. It was each their foley. With a straightening back, brushing her blonde hair back, losing even more color in her face as she saw the sneer. "Yes well, say hello to your family for me." she retorted, he may have been a Malfoy, but she was a Black.

"Best." she gave a sharp quip at the blonde, unable to let herself swallow her pride. Her own steps following him out of the alley till she was next to him and snap the sound of her apparating away right back to the steps of Black Manor, it once feeling safer than not.

[malfoyocracy]

// thread end. \\

[wildf1re]

remus lingered a few shelves down, a worn satchel slung across his shoulder and a book already balanced in his hands, gaze flickering up at the sound of muttering, drawn despite himself by the sharp voice that broke the quiet between rows, and when he caught the pale tilt of lucius’ brow he let the corner of his mouth twitch with the faintest suggestion of amusement. “ dribble to some, ” he answered mildly, snapping his own book shut with a soft thud against his palm, “ but i suppose children take what they can get. better they read something imperfect than nothing at all, wouldn’t you say? ” he stepped a little closer then, not confrontational but certainly unwilling to be dismissed as easily as the books had been, dark eyes steady on the slytherin before him, and after a beat he added with dry humor, “ though i imagine you’ve already got a list of acceptable authors tucked away somewhere. ”

[malfoyocracy]

lucius flickered his eyes over remus with that classic energy of a malfoy. i'm better than you, and if asked, lucius would say it out loud, too. "i'd rather they learn what is correct and what isn't." he pointed out with a bored expression, sliding the book back into the shelf and glancing at the one in remus' hand. "that's more than i can say for you, i'm afraid." he gestured to the book, tutting softly to himself. he didn't have anything particularly against remus - he ran with a crowd that lucius knew to be troublesome, at the least. it felt lucius' duty to draw the difference between them and treat him as such.

[serpentsilver]

There was a moment where you realized you were being humiliated, and no one, not even a Malfoy, was allowed to humiliate a Black. Even if that wasn't what he had intended, it was what her mind had taken in, that it had been some joke, and once he found out her not so wild little secret, suddenly she wasn't as exciting and thrilling. She could exude the girl who would be hard to handle, tough to tame, but deep down she was soft. Her mother would look at her with disdain knowing that.

Ringing of her name didn't stop her, she kept walking, not needing him to say she needn't be upset or take it too personally but that he was a Malfoy. As he slid in front of her, her hand dropped into her robes, clutching her wand.

"What I don't need is for you to tell the grand public that I'm a virgin." she hissed, as someone headed down the alleyway no doubt attempting to get to Knockturn Alley. "My options are limited, Lucius, we all know I'll wed whether it be this year or next, I will take a husband and the idea of that being my only experience is haunting. I wanted someone I thought maybe I could trust, despite your ever growing ego, and being a notch on your bedpost, it couldn't be the worst thing. But I've misstepped, presumptuous of me to think you can rationalize beyond that." Malfoy had had women, and would have women, he'd know what the joys of another person's body who was attracted to you against his. She'd have a husband that she'd dutifully and loyally crawl into bed with until a child or two became her whole life. Her biggest fears weren't a matter of if but when. Sure, maybe her telling him he'd have to ask nicely had been pushing it but it had been that desire to be wanted. "I was mistaken, I apologize Lord Malfoy."

[malfoyocracy]

lucius hardly had a moment to defend himself and he furrowed his brows - he thought he had been doing a good thing by assuring that the both of them were sober enough to actually remember such an act. but narcissa seemed to take it in the complete opposite direction, and his first instinct was to be reactive. "you didn't even give me a chance," he curled his mouth up in a slight sneer, feeling attacked.

the mood had shifted - unfortunately, lucius was quickly losing interest in the interaction as he was suddenly painted to be the bad guy. "whatever," he muttered with a shake of his head, stepping back to give narcissa the space she seemed so desperate for. "good day, ms. black." lucius turned on his heel, insulted, and wandered off.

[serpentsilver]

"But to think that I would agree to that?" Now, okay the muggle romances that got a bit heated, did it give her that tingle that maybe had she a loving partner that couldn't keep their hands off each other, she'd consider it? Consider it! That's all, but Malfoy was no loving partner. At most he was a means to an ends, figuratively and literally.

When he questioned if she was drunk she bristled, to her that was answer enough. A woman couldn't possibly have a drink and know what she wanted.

"No you're right, this was - a bad idea." Clearing her throat she waved her hand to pay her portion, even if she had said that he would be buying. "I should go." The obvious tightness in her voice, of course Malfoy wouldn't be bothered with someone who hadn't skill in the bedroom, she was doomed to be exactly what her mother wanted. Making her way towards the door, pushing it open and inhaling deeply of the fresh air, as she turned headed right down that alleyway.

[malfoyocracy]

it was over as soon as it had begun, lucius could just about get whiplash, before narcissa was standing and leaving. "no, wait -" he stood up quickly, waist knocking into the table and sending his beer tipping over. "shit," he muttered to himself, trying to avoid the spill. grabbing his wand off the table and dropping a few galleons in payment, lucius rushed to follow the youngest black out the door and down the street. "narcissa!" he called after her, falling into a light jog to catch up to her.

when he finally did he stepped in front of her, trying to block her. his hands hung in the air in front of him, as if he wanted to reach out to ground her; but he knew better than to put his hands on her. "stop, please." he urged softly, his eyes gazing down at hers. "i just...i didn't want to take you home and have you regret it come morning because you couldn't remember it." he assured her with a shake of his head. it had happened to him more times than he could remember; that was no way for narcissa to have her first time. "if you want it to be something to remember, i mean." he cleared his throat, his voice hushed in the street as passerbys eyed them here and there.

[serpentsilver]

"My mother seems to think it has a lot to do with my worth, like selling it to the highest bidder. Of pureblood and status and you win my daughters virginity." The whole idea of it was barbaric, she didn't care what anyone said, it was like being auctioned off at a muggle farm to the highest bidder. That wasn't what she wanted, she wanted someone who wanted her, who craved her, who was at the very least attracted to her.

"Barbaric." A roll of eyes, "An alleyway, really, Lucius. Does blood rush straight from your brain to your dick." Because that was definitely what it seemed like.

A tilt of her head at his words, "You may not beg, but you do drool for it." Pleased with herself, "What if..." she paused, did she really want to open this can of worms, knowing it would only cause problems and she'd be doing what he wanted. "What if I no longer wanted to be the innocent little flower my mother wants me to be. A proposal of sorts. We apparate back to your place and you show me everything." A darkening grin, "But only if you ask nicely."

[malfoyocracy]

"it was your idea," he defended himself, hands up in surrender. for a moment the noise around them dulled, as if narcissa had just offered him lottery worthy. he shifted in his seat as he swallowed, his breath steady, "...what's the catch?" he asked with a raised brow, rubbing the outline of his jaw with his finger. it wasn't like she was being serious, like narcissa had said - she hadn't even done it before. if this was an offer presented to lucius first, of all those wankers she'd listed before, it was adding a boost to his ego that he didn't need.

she was probably just drunk. or, lucius started thinking - always dangerous, really - he really was every bit as attractive and desirable as he knew he was. and narcissa had just accepted it. yeah, that sounded about right. "i've a flat, quite close." he seldom used it - lucius enjoyed bothering his father, so he often made himself at home, only retreating to the flat when he was expecting company or needed time away. "are you quite drunk?" he asked cautiously, his beer still unsipped.

[serpentsilver]

There was something about capturing his attention, whilst she had seen it with other women, it hadn't been this glaringly intense. Part of her felt like he was about to crawl out of his seat and over the table towards her, like he could consume her if allowed. Something prickled her skin in a way she hadn't felt before.

"There's lots of thing mother doesn't know about me." Casual shrug of her right shoulder as she leaned back in her seat, allowing her body to slouch the tiniest of bits. The blush on his cheeks still flooded, the pinker tone making him look softer, sweeter.

A laugh, this time not from the gigglewater, "Oh yes, I'm so indecent with my fantasies." Taking a moment, then clearing her throat, "Would you? If you had the chance? Bed me? Just be honest, Malfoy. And for what it's worth, I'm not worth bedding - I haven't..." Clearing her throat, a glance down at the table.

[malfoyocracy]

lucius opened his mouth as if he were about to answer her, but no words came out. so he just closed it for a moment, trying to gather his words, before shaking his head with a rumbling laugh. "i'm not sure what that has to do with your worth, in any sense." his brows furrowed, a sentence of pure sincerity slipped into between all the flirting. "and if you'd like honesty..." he trailed off, eyes scattering about the dim pub before landing back on her.

"i was pretty much sold by the alley. so imagine how nice i'd think a bed was."

he gave a nod of recognition to the barkeep when his new drink arrived, but he just mindlessly swirled the beer around, his finger hovering over the glass in a circular motion. a cloud of smoke enveloped him for a moment, his cigarette burning between his lips hotly. "but i don't beg for it." he raised a brow pointedly, ashing the cigarette into a built in tray in the table.