The Midnight Hour``- Cissa

[LUCIUS MALFOY]

The moon shone brightly through the almost ancient looking stained glass windows that rose up about six feet tall. The black curtains that usually veiled the window billowed about wildly, as if trying to escape from its confines. However, with no such luck, they stayed firmly attached to the pole that they were draped around, leaving the mood only that much more eerie. Long shadows from the strong but frail ghostly trees outside swayed back and forth along the carpeted floor, it's pattern overrun. While a storm seemed to rage on outside, the comforts of home were never better inside the Malfoy Manor. Sitting is a black leather chair, Lucius Malfoy sat beside a roaring fire with a glass of bur-sac in his left hand. Rotating his left wrist ever so gently, thew pureblood brought the glass to his lips, tasting the sweet taste of the wine.

As his cane rested quietly to his right, Lucius shooed away the hound that came closer to sniff at his prized possession. Feeling slight;y angry, Lucius picked up his wand and cast a small shocking spell toward the beast. A small yet deep yowl was heard from the dog as it skirted off into the darkness of the long manor hallways. Scoffing at it's retreat, the blonde wizard shook his head with a huff before staring off into the fire once more. Suddenly, just as he was able to start zoning off once more, a hollow ringing sound brought Lucius out of his trance like state. It was the old grandfather clock that sat in the very back corner of his study. Once a prominent object in his life as a child, the bittersweet memories had caused the m an to keep it close yet just out of reach. With only his ears to remind him of it's presence, Lucius looked back over his shoulder at the large magical clock.

However, as he peered into the darkness, Lucius could have sworn he saw something, or rather someone, move in the shadows. Furrowing his golden brow, Lucius sat still and merly waited for whomever it was to confess and announce their presence. In the mean time, Lucius brought his wine back to his thin lips and took a long sip from the crystal wine glass.

sorry its a bit short. will be longer!

[NARCISSA MALFOY]

One of the elves had Narcissa informed that her husband had arrived. He was relaxing in the lounge. She coolly dismissed the elf. She had been all day without seeing her husband, well sometimes they did not look in days and that was what killed Narcissa.

Her husband worked tirelessly in the ministry, for the Dark Lord. By time the two of them had not enjoyed a long evening, get together and enjoy each other's. They ought to give the image of an exemplary family. But what if everything was a charade?. And if everything was a lie?. Narcissa loved her husband, she had not stopped loving him from the moment she saw him that spring morning at Hogwarts many years ago, they were both students, and Narcissa fell in love when she looked beautiful gray eyes, his face and his beauty. Although the marriage was decided by their parents. For her it was not so. Although perhaps to her husband, yes.

Narcissa's mission had been to give an heir to Lucius. She did. She had to Draco, her child, the most important of her life, although at times too protected him. Her son and her husband was the only thing important for Narcissa. Be an exemplary wife, submissive, obedient. Nothing more. She felt empty and she had to stand.

Narcissa after taking a relaxing bath, now her skin smelled like roses. She dressed in an elegant black silk robe, brushed her beautiful golden curls, three drops of perfume on the neck and another on the chest, roses perfume, and she went to see her husband. Although she was afraid to go see him if he rejected her.

"Good night, my dear" Narcissa appeared from the darkness to see her husband sitting in his chair comfortably, enjoying the wine. His beauty and eroticism shone in the firelight. Seductive steps she entered the room, one of his delicate hands caught the skirt of her robe to avoid tripping by discovering her long leg outlined. "You've had a lot of work today?".Asked as she approached her husband and put before him by her beauty shine in flames.

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[LUCIUS MALFOY]

"Good night, my dear...You've had a lot of work today?"

Ah, so it was Narcissa who spoke from the dark depths of his office. As he finished his latest sip, Lucius heard the his wife's soft steps upon the threaded carpet as she seemed to have gained the courage to approach him. While Lucius loved his automatic dominance over those he came into contact with, Narcissa was that one person he wished wouldn't flinch so in his presence. Why she seemed so...was it worried? He couldn't tell seeing as Lucius always had a hard time dishing out comfort. However, Narcissa would break him. she did every time and he did wish to see her pleased and comfortable, especially a pureblood of her status. Letting out a small huff to himself, he thought back to the two of them in their youth. Narcissa was a few years his younger and was a proper yet rambunctious youth...or was that just Bellatrix? While his memory did not serve him correctly in that moment, the prominent thing Lucius remembered was how illuminated Narcissa had appeared to him.

While he grew up knowing at the age of six that he was to be married to a young girl of another pureblood family that was high class in the Wizarding World and would eventually go to school with her, Lucius never had paid much attention to Narcissa until spring of his seventh year at Hogwart: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was then that her appearance attracted him to her. In the back of his mind, Lucius remembered that this was the girl he was to marry as soon as she graduated from Hogwarts. Narcissa Black at the time, a year younger than him, he made the decision to get to know her since he was to spend the rest of his life with her and produce and eventual heir.

Letting the memory fade, when Narcissa brushed by his right hand, the blonde let his fingers extend to catch and clutch a gently fistful of fabric in his calloused hands, hoping to stop her in her tracks. Listening to her question, Luicus was tempted to ingore it and go straight for the kill. To ask confronted her about how she was feeling. Whether it was to get it over with due to how uncomfortable emotions made Luicus, or because he really did want to soothe his wife's mind, Luicus couldn't tell. However, he decided he would humor her and made to answer her questions in a deep, smooth voice.

"Like any other day, I suppose." He scoffed thinking back on his day. "Dealing with those drooling fools who call themselves workers..." He mumbled.

However, Luicus didn't want to talk about his day. In fact, he never did. No, at the this point in time the only thing Luicus was concerned or perhaps would tolerate talking about was about what couldd possibly be on Narcissa's pretty, little mind. Finishing his wine off, with a flick of his wand, the bottle flew over to him from with a special store just to the left of the fireplace. As the lquid magically replaced itself, Lucius peered up at his wife with cool grey eyes.

"Come, come Narcissa..." He began in a slow dawrl, "What is on your mind?"

[NARCISSA MALFOY]

"Lucius, do not be cruel to animals". She said with a sweet voice when saw before appearing in the hall as he punished one of them. "Came on my dears".Just enough with the sound of the voice of Narcissa for greyhounds were in search of her caresses. The dogs surrounded her, shaking their long tails as a gesture of happiness.

Narcissa caressed them all with tenderness as her beautiful blue eyes looked straight at Lucius. "You must be so tired, dear. All of a long day at work. Doing the work of those slackers and solving their problems"Narcissa smiled and her juicy red lips opened to look at Lucius , she wanted him badly. For a long time ... two of them had not enjoyed a long night of passion, endless. It was really that she had caressed for her husband. Many times she wondered if he still loved her.

Their marriage was agreed. Actually, Lucius Malfoy still loved her?. He, so cold, so distant. He had always hidden his emotions and feelings. Sometimes she remembered Severus. Lucius had some resemblance to him.

She did not approach him but sat down in front of her husband in a fairly suggestive. She crossed one leg over the other leaving it to open when the delicate fabric of her robe slipped on the skin. A long and beautiful legs that Lucius had caressed a lot.

"I have only two people in my mind, dear. My husband and my son. They are the only two concerns and my only interest. I have hesitated to enter the room because you will be alone like you're enjoying drinking wine"-She said calmly while her fingers played so flirtatious with the long ribbon of the gown.