#mistressofthemanor

[masterofthemanor]

Abstinence

"I want to take you - devour you and detain you in my arms until you fall into pieces" He whispered to his wife sensually after leaning close to her ear ever so innocently so nobody around them would be able to catch any of his suggestive words. They were in the middle of a crowd, who attended the event for the same reason as them: to see their child play quidditch and learn the result of the annual competition. This wasn't their first time to show up at a match together and it definitely wasn't their first appearance in public as a couple, thus he knew how far he could go without receiving a warn along with a scolding glare for tempting her at such an appropriate time; and this was highly over the limits. Even allowing himself such a thought was inappropriate and outrageous in their society, which was built conventions. Nevertheless, the crowd and the risk of rejection weren't enough for him to restrain himself. Not when he was burning with desire to earn her attention and sate his hunger - And a silly little confession wouldn't hurt anyone. He convinced himself, thinking that the worst thing that could happen would be her ignoring him for the remaining time of the day for he was teasing her, though he could surive that easier as trying and failing was more appealing to him than giving up and losing without even making an attempt. He lingered at her ear only for a few moments before he inhaled another good amount of her perfume and moved away from her to avoid drawing suspicious glances at them. @mistressofthemanor

[masterofthemanor]

Obsessed

Lucius stood at the doorway with a broad smile on his face while he watched his young wife, who was facing away from him, fiddling with something at her vanity table. To keep himself from distracting her in whatever she was doing, he took a moment to just admire her and her reflection in the mirror before making any moves or speaking to her. It didn’t take too long for him to notice the troubled look on her face and the frown spreading across her otherwise smooth forehead and at the realisation he mimicked her expression and furrowed her brows. In hope of finding out what was going on with her he slowly approached her - aware of the fact that she could easily spot him in the mirror - and once he was close enough he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and leaned over her shoulder to plant a soft kiss onto her jaw, not looking down at the table just yet. “Surprise” He sang the word almost, hoping she’d be just as happy to see him as he was to see her at such an early hour in the afternoon. The minister was satisfied with the progress Lucius had made during the last two days and since it was Friday he told Lucius that he could leave early if he wished to, which he did without having to be asked twice. He was carefree and happy at that moment to be able to spend some quality time with her, though little did he know she already had plans for the afternoon. @mistressofthemanor

[masterofthemanor]

Sweets

Lucius was on his own, dressed completely in black and anxiously waiting in the Great Hall for noone else, but Narcissa Black. Not like it was a date - He told himself to somehow calm his nerves, though for some reason it did feel like a date, no matter how they called it or for what reason they were seeing each other on that Friday afternoon. Students of all ages roamed across the hall, but Narcissa was nowhere to be seen. However, he didn’t think for a second that she made a fool of him and planned not to come after all, as he knew her well. She always kept her word and went through with things even if they were unpleasant. Nevertheless, he hoped that his company was not even the least unsavory for her; or anyone else for that matter - even if their opinions didn’t make any difference, he liked to think people liked him and wanted to be like him. Everyone looked up to him, admired him and wanted to be around him because of that, even if they wouldn’t admit that to themselves… Haters are merely admirers, who are either too jealous to go up to him and create an alley, or they are simply not worthy for his company - He reasoned and a smug smile appeared on his face as he adjusted his green tie. @mistressofthemanor

[perditusmalfoy-a]

“ just stop it. ”

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      her words made him stop for a brief second, looking deep into her clear eyes, hands holding strongly onto hers. oh, how he wanted her to be right. how he wanted to believe, as strongy as she did, that he had nothing to fear. 

      but it has been the third time when he refused the dark lord, his patience visibly at its very end, patient amusement turning into anger, and then into rage. but how could he betray his friends like that? how could he stand behind something he doesn’t believe at all? 

      “ perhaps you’re right... maybe... maybe the war will end soon. “

[masterofthemanor]

Platonic Touch

Lucius was rushing out of his wizarding history class, hoping if he was fast enough he would get to the dining hall first and he would be able to sit down at an empty table. His plan was to occupy a table and reserve a place for Narcissa, whom he would invite to sit by him so he could thank her for helping him to prepare for his exam, which he passed. However, as he crossed the bridge that joined two parts of the castle he realised he probably wouldn’t be able to get there before she arrived as she was walking a few feet away from him, engaged in a conversation with one of her classmates. He quickened his steps and once he was behind her he reached out and wrapped his arms around her shoulders to stop her. “You are a genius” He exclaimed and kissed her cheek briefly before he beamed down at her.

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[masterofthemanor]

A family trip

“Cissy, my dear, are you sure you have packed everything we need?” Lucius stood at the front door with a frown, having a feeling that he forgot something, but he couldn’t figure out what. He was brought back to reality by a thud when Draco dropped his wooden toy onto the tiles, still in his pyjamas. “Draco, my son. I have told you already to go and get dressed or you won’t come with us.” He told the six year old.

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[masterofthemanor]

@mistressofthemanor Instead of acting cool, Ms I-roast-you-in-secret you should care about decent things like making dinner for your beloved husband. You can roast that beef secretly or openly, I don't mind. Just do it already. Yours truly: L.M.

[littlesilverprince]

@mistressofthemanor​ via ( here. )

“No and the correct answer is that it shouldn’t. You have to forget about the person and think of your own life. Besides, the person is a traitor. What good are they? Why do you ask?”

“ I’ve just... ” he thought a moment. “ Just wondering, if I should ...  reconsider. ” He had always come to his mother for advice but he wasn’t supposed to talk to anyone about this matter. “ Reconsider... my options. I could run. ”