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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

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Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight}[/I]

It was hard to miss the crass undertones of her chillingly condescending comments. Though why they were so bitter he could not determine - considering that she had won their small, previous mental battle, he didn’t fully understand why she was upset at all. But her brash apologies merely crashed against his already-prepared frame. He was holding steady to his vow and henceforth he didn’t allow anything to infiltrate his mind like the messy situation before. Despite the hostilities, it was a good lot better than explaining himself truthfully - or talking at all. If he had been so bold and careless, what could of happened? Trouble, that’s what. Lucius was trouble. Narcissa was trouble. Both of them together? Cataclysmic trouble. He had done the right thing and sorted it out before it became messy - no-turning-back-now trouble. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself in his head every millisecond he reconsidered fondling the velvety jut of her jaw again.

There was some normalcy again. The sign of ‘must not touch’, a sign that Lucius has read perfectly well for well over a year, was present again. She was tepid again like a humble fire, rather than a red-hot poker to every spot she grazed and touched. It was friendly affection, not passionate zeal and ardency. He could breathe rhythmically now, rather than gasp minimally for the sake of living. They were friends - once enemies - then friends, and now.. No! Friends, just friends for now, at least until Lucius figured his crap out, safe-guarded his duties, spoke to his father even. He couldn’t make a spectacle of himself wolfishly chasing around and pouncing on girls like every other lusty teenage boy, he just wasn’t allowed. And believe it or not - Abraxas Malfoy had friends everywhere and had a strange knack of knowing everything that didn’t happen behind a locked door or dark broom closet (or secluded spot in the forest) when it came to the activities of his one and only son. Though in all truth, Narcissa would be one of the better options of the pureblood ladies at Hogwarts; not that that was a good excuse to let his rampant hormones loose, of course.

Seeing as her dainty digits had gone back to their respective space, Lucius had to comb his own hand through his hair now to push back the updrafted lock of platinum blonde that had curiously maneuvered over his prominent, right cheekbone. Though he would be a complete and utter fool to think that everything would reverse, he did not quite expect what was to come next. His pewter gray eyes, in order to keep prolonged eye contact, diverted their gaze, first over his shoulder to thoroughly examine the strips of whitish-blue light penetrating the clearing they both so unshyly stood in, then to the dark sillouettes of trees all laid out behind her as if a captive, silent audience. Very quickly, however, (as to not look like he was fidgetting), his eyes slowly drew back to her countenance, though not before slowly dragging over her hair-laden shoulder of subtly flickering locks. Wait, did she just say something about a game? Her rules? Uh-oh, anything in the hands of Narcissa was bound to be lethal.

No, he did not expect what was coming from her mouth next - and while part of him wished he was deaf and immune to any feeling both emotional and physical, another part drank in her words and small actions wholly, allowing the ticklish, sensitive nerves of his eardrum to send messages of aching warmness to his chest in which the cavity then swelled with the silent intake of breath and new, lovely sensations comparable to the thick warmth of a shot of firewhiskey. He swallowed just as quietly, the early stages of literal salivation going down the length of his esophagus as his visage took to an expression of severe contemplation. Whether a build up of facial tension or actual thoughtfulness, his eyes seemed narrowed in a scrutinizing fashion, his brow line reading nothing less than skepticism. “I dare say, is that a challenge?” Lucius questioned brazenly, a faint mixture of sarcasm and awed shock making his words that much more penetrating in the crisp night. His lips gave slight sway to a miniscule snicker, part of him unbelieving, the other apprehensive. Did she have more up her sleeve? Or was this a meandering bluff? In order to hold his own against her impending feminine wiles, he replied most confidently, “I think you’ll need a couple lessons in seduction before trying with me, Miss Black. You‘re not going to be vying for the usual sort of gent of Hogwarts, after all.”

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[narcissa acardia black||]

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More than please, Narcissa sensed that she indeed was affecting Lucius Malfoy in a way, though he probably tried very hard to hide it. She smirked, confidence written all over her pale features that reflected softly against the moonlight. Delicately, she brushed an imaginary dust of her shoulder before looking back at Lucius. His handsome features were calling out to her, yet she remained to herself, the smirk clearly visible upon her lips before she folded her arms in front of her chest.

Her voice was still velvety smooth as her nail dropped away from his chin, her long fingers trailing a line over his chest as it flowed further down until she was at the waistband of his trousers, feeling dangerously close to dipping her finger below the bend. She refrained however, feeling that today was not the time nor the right place to cross that border. She'd have it though, sooner or later, rather sooner, but she could be patient if she wanted to, and if the thing that stood opposite to it was worth while.

The grin upon that curved her smile didn't falter at his words, on the contrary, it became slightly broader while her eyes quickly skimmed along the sides of his chest. "Lucius, Lucius.", she tutted as a soft dimple could be seen at the right site of her cheek. "I thought you knew me better." Growing up with Druella Black as a mother certainly had its downsides, for example not to have a life of your own while you were at your own house, yet, Narcissa could not decline that her mother had thought her a few handy tricks in order to keep a man's mind occupied. Her lessons had been unintentionally of course, seen by Narcissa as her mother flaunted across the crowd, flying from man to man while her husband had been busy with taking care of the real business in the drawing room of Black Estate.

Was it a challenge? Yes, you could put it like that. And well, let's just say our dear Miss Black loved challenges. Even when it wasn't for her benefit, she loved to prove she was right, better than others and obviously fabulous in most things. So, letting Lucius see that she was right, that she could tempt him into kissing her again - or well, more like craving her body like she was craving for his, but let's just keep that a secret for now -, was on top of her priority list.

"I even considered you thought I was capable of more. But well.. If you're not afraid of losing this little game, then I reckon you wouldn't mind playing it?", she said silkily, after pulling her hand away from the waistband of his trousers, studying her long nails with a quite a bored expression, though she was far from. So, she needed to be taught the manners of seduction? If etiquette had let it, she would have laughed out loud at that comment. Narcissa Acardia Black was capable of a lot, and seducing wasn't something she was bad at.

Though of course, needless to say, Lucius Malfoy was very different from any other guy in Hogwarts. He was charming and arrogant, yet introvert that little people knew what was going on inside his mind. "I know you're not just another guy, Lucius.", she added smoothly while she gazed back up to him, both of her hands loosely placed upon her rather curvaceous hips. "but I wouldn't say that I need tutoring. After all, I have patience, you'll give in, when I want you to.", she smirked while letting her gaze fixate on his for a few brief moments.

She bit her lip, as if she just thought of something. "In fact, why don't we fit this little game into a bargain. If I win and I'm capable of seducing you... You'll do my bidding for two weeks, plus you'll take me to the upcoming ball once the Headmaster announces it... If I can't seduce you.", she said as her hands seemed to give into surrender. "You can ask whatever you want from me."

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

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Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight}[/I]

Narcissa had surely wasted no time to get to work - or play - which ever way. After a few very lengthy moments in which Lucius attempted to force his eyes to remain directly forward, curiosity gave on as Malfoy pulled his eyelids almost completely down like a pair of garage shutters. It was only then that Lucius allowed his stormy, gray eyes to dip down and watch as her finger made an icy hot trail down the length of his torso. But this said-finger didn’t not stop so suddenly. It had past his belly button, descending over the very sensitive plane of his lower abdomen, and just to where the dips and ridges of his hip bones lined up; only his flannel pajamas and a drawstring barricaded the secrecy of his nether regions. And she halted sadly and thankfully.

Two very contradictory people seemed trapped in his head.

One of these people was very naughty. His impulse was uncanny, and undoubtedly the epicenter of his trouble last time. Narcissa could probably feel a pulse his blood thumped so hard through his veins. His body was already struggling enough to combat the chill and yet here she was giving his heart an extra shot of adrenaline simultaneously as she unconsciously administered a prickle of goose pimples to assault his forearms. This naughty person inwardly wondered what sound her cloak would make when it fell limply down onto the forest floor on this very quiet night, or just how soft the ground was from a somewhat recent rain - enough to instigate sinking if pressed into hard enough? Enough to get flecks stuck to one’s body? Bad, bad thoughts - sometimes Lucius was ashamed at the capabilities of his imagination.

Not to say this other half conflicting with his thoughts was entirely good, however. This other half was, thankfully, more pensive, even though it wasn’t for the purest reasons. He wondered what more could be done. If this is her starting game plan, what would happen if he held out longer and resisted impulsive temptation. What would she do then? It was his imagination riddled with those prospects that helped him to slowly ease his eyes up once more, meeting Narcissa’s countenance with a sense of determination, snarkiness, and haughtiness veiled over his prominent features. “Hmmm,” Lucius hummed lowly, the guttural vibrations practically shivering his Adam’s apple as he seemingly contemplated her previous actions as if he was about to give her an honest critique. “I suppose we could use this as an opportunity to get to know each other better then,” Lucius then replied quite soberly, his tenor flat and steady even if his insides were not.

He could hold out, he really could. He’s resisted temptation before - Alecto Carrow for example. He may be the only male left in the school who doesn’t immediately start disrobing the moment she walks in - it was about the addiction - the draw in - for Lucius; he craved to crave, and basked wholly in the all-consuming fire that induced pain and peak pleasure. He could hold back on Narcissa too, no matter who she was, or what she was to him - there was nothing fun about being easy, after all. Lucius could prove her wrong, perhaps ensnare her with his own counterattacks, but mostly he was not going to succumb without a proper fight. The soft threads of conversation were beginning to yarn into an interwoven heap of meticulous complication. He was digging himself a hole in soft Earth - it was almost too easy to fall into self-ruin. Though with much the same decorum he has held his entire stay at Hogwarts, he passively, though evocatively responded, “We’ll have to see how capable you are.”

Was he passive-aggressively provoking her? Subconsciously maybe, but he personally thought that he was keeping emotion and word count to a minimum, giving enough for conversational satisfaction, but not giving too much - words should be used appropriately in his book, no need to use the art of word superfluously. Maybe he was wrong to prod her. It was one thing to resist, it was another to taunt, perhaps what was coming next was a product of his haughty instigation. She was adding weight to her wager - consequences. It wouldn’t be an ‘I told you so’ speech followed by an immature jutting of one’s tongue (whoever the winner may be); she made it more like a dare. “Two weeks slavery you mean,” Lucius chimed in wittingly, drawing his hands up to rest on his hipbones, a rather similar stance to his counterpart. “…And a date…” Lucius then mentioned quietly, repeating her words more to himself as he let the prospect of losing sink in. Then the word ‘anything‘ popped up - what a marvelous, prospectus word it was. “Anything?” He repeated, his inward glee radiating from his features in the form of a snickering smirk - now that was just too good to pass up. With a small, affirming nod, Lucius then showcased his right hand out before him in a business-like fashion. “Should we shake on that?”

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[narcissa acardia black||]

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Feeling his blood throb in his veins beneath her fingers, Narcissa Black felt more than the slightest satisfaction settling in on her. Perhaps he just had a high blood pressure, a fast heartbeat, but she didn't quite believe that as a soft smugness glided over her features. No, in all honesty, she was more than sure that Lucius Malfoy's raging blood had an alliance with her finger that was still neatly placed against the lower part of his stomach, one inch lower and it would dip inside his pajama pants, but hey, there was no need to take things fast. After all, the games had only just begun, he hadn't seen nothing yet, so why quicken the pace when the chase was so fun on itself?

Her finger brushed against his stomach one last time, softly tickling against his flesh before she pulled her hand to her side again, amused by his words, driven to win this little game, knowing that she would beat him. Well, one could say that they had conquered above seduction before, but that probably meant that they hadn't been shown real temptation, or had been too blind to see it when it was in front of their eyes. Pursing her lips together, Narcissa figured that Lucius would probably have had more temptation than an ordinary slytherin, after all, he did have the looks and the wealth. Every girl would be after him, but then again, she hadn't seen him with any girl clinging around his arm as of a late. Or perhaps that was because he hid his girlfriends quite well. That wasn't the point though, she would succeed, and well, if she didn't it wouldn't be that bad, would it? They had played multiple games when they'd been younger, only then there were entwined with snide remarks, veiled by glaring eyes, trying to overrule one another whenever the possibility rose up.

Nodding at his response, Narcissa still felt his rather odd that he used the words " to get to know each other better". It could come in handy though. After all those years of bickering and then finally seeing Lucius for a human being - yes, he was human after all, she had concluded somewhere in her fifth year - she still had no clue of what really went on his mind. He kept himself sheltered from so many things, hidden beneath a web of secrecy, and so, this could be the ultimate chance to finally figure Lucius Malfoy out. It would be one heck of a challenge though.

So, by the looks of it, it sounded as Lucius Malfoy was doubting her in a few ways. Her finger slipped up again, softly pressing against his lips. A small gesture while she shook her head with an even smaller smile. "it's not wise to underestimate your opponent, Lucius.", she said in an almost whispering voice after her hand slithered down to her sides again. It may not be known to him, but Narcissa was confident enough to find herself capable of seducing any man into wanting what she wanted. Truly, she would have to take this little game of theirs a little differently, Lucius was no ordinary man after all, but with just the right perseverance and attitude, she might just be able to get him where she wanted him to be.

"Of course, anything." her tongue spelled out while she curiously started to ponder what was laying behind that snickering smirk of his. So she had set her goal, two weeks of full slavery and one 'date' towards the upcoming ball. It sounded nice in her ears, and well, of course her father would approve of Lucius taking her there, instead of the normal guys that normally asked his Cissa out to such occasions. However, she didn't really see it as a date just yet. Dates included much more, and for now, she wasn't sure she saw it like that. But hey, who knows, time and challenges can change everything.

"So the bargain is concluded then?", she said in that silky voice that still sounded so naturally to her. "Two weeks of slavery, one arm to take me to the ball whenI succeed. Anything you come up with if you win." Her hand softly opened, allowing him to take hers. Quite firmly she shook his hand, seemingly unusual for a girl that looked so fragile. Her father had always thought her though, one handshake said more about a persons stability than his words did, and often it was true.

"Mind you.", she continued after a moment of silence. "Have you already figured something out for when the possibility arises that you get the better side of this challenge?"

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

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Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight}[/I]

Maybe it was not wise that this little wager started after he had already gotten the first smidgen of a taste. It was comparable to Adam absorbing the alluring scent of the apple in Eden - after such temptations from the succulent fruit and Eve herself, how could he have possibly denied himself then? Though logic and propriety, once again, came to save the day. To lose a bet within ten minutes of making it would be utterly and horridly ridiculous - and then what? He becomes a record holding chump for being the easiest to be seduced by Narcissa Black? He could very well not have that. Firmly and justly, he told himself, that tonight was most certainly a no, and continued to mentally chastise himself whenever he thought or wanted differently. If only it didn’t ‘count’ in their little game, that could be a lovely loop hole he could work to his advantage, but otherwise no, he will not divulge in the utter weakness of his sex. She could tickle and touch all she wanted, he would not budge - or, if it comes down to the bitter worst - he’ll find a way to escape and notch this night down as a blundering success, lucky to make it out alive.

Breathing was a major key in all this. Slow and steady. He wished to revert his heart beat back to it’s normal slowness, to have his hands feel cool rather than prickly with pins and needles. There was no need for a release if there was no build-up, after all; he could surely be the same gent that strolled on down here not thirty minutes ago, couldn’t he? His heart continued to palpitate against the incarceration that was his sternum, though it was much more gentle now, rather than seemingly bouncing about his chest like a rubber ball. Slow and steady; in and out. In such concentration, Lucius even left a small opening between his lips open, attentively paying heed to the rush of cold his lips felt when he sucked in and the subtle warmth felt when exhaling. See? Simple. He considered himself cured.

That saying just before she unsurprisingly found away to unknowingly deter him from responsible ritual. As her finger fell against his subtly pursed lips, Lucius brazenly cocked a brow, resisting the urge to tempt any other muscles in his face upwards in smarmy glee (causing faint ripples to contort the left side of his mouth - and that alone being his silently unconcerned response). It was rather humorous in itself how Lucius could so seamlessly dabble in conflicting and contradictory actions and emotions within the same span of time, but Narcissa was now to the point of conjuring a bi-polar creature without so much as lifting her finger - bringing even more irony to the situation. It was quite endearingly funny, in the most painful ways possible. She must make men weep as a hobby; though it would be quite tumultuous if she actually knew this. Having already constantly watching his back and second-guess every action she took - questioning whether it was purely whimsical or a calculative tool for manipulation - a tough road lies ahead for the headstrong Malfoy.

Not that surrender would be all so bad. In fact, the fine seemed fair, perhaps even fun, considering what Narcissa perceived as ‘her bidding’. Taking her to some social even or another sounded quite fine in his mind, in fact, she would have probably been a top choice of his already. If he had been a bit more in tune to the prefect itinerary on the Hogwarts train rather than ensuring that every one else was just as distracted as he was, he would have made getting a date an early priority - to avoid the hubbub and teenage drama usually associated with the word ‘date’. In fact, the only unsettling consequences to be had was the dread of every non-committal, boyish brat - a leash. Save for Lucius, ‘monogamy’ was not just an inconvenience to an ever-developing libido - but one of the scariest words in his mental dictionary (right next to castration). It came with a whole, caged, pre-meditated package for him, after all.

And then there was the notion that he could win - and that was a rather splendid notion indeed. Considering that Malfoys were never people to be gracious or humble, he felt almost obligated to take full advantage of the situation; as getting his way and giving him control was a great gift in itself, tidbits his imagination thought up were a very lovely bonus. Lucius affirmed her concluding statement with a faint nod of understanding. The legalities, so to speak, were formalized - which left Lucius to brainstorm what exactly he could get as his prize; he had a good many ideas. Admittedly, they weren't exactly honed with all logistics in tact - vague imaginings at best - but the concepts alone were inspiring enough to make good attempt look at Narcissa with lead glasses and invest in a vat of chloroform for all numbing purposes. Would he indulge Narcissa with such schemes? Of course not. "Ah, but what is a good wager without it's twists?" Lucius answered rhetorically, probably inspiring more reason for an inquisition than actually keeping things settled. "You'll just have to see - when I win." He announced not a breath later, though organically diverted the subject when a very important tidbit (one that had completely slipped his mind) came to him. "So how long will I have to resist your charms? Perhaps it would be more methodical if we had a date." If Lucius was really going to pull through this, he's going to need some endurance - a kind you can't get from the quidditch field.

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[narcissa acardia black||]

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Her mother had told her so many times, the story of how Narcissa's father had fallen for her. It was imprinted in the life of the Black sisters, droned into their ears until they couldn't take it anymore and were able to recite the entire story sentence by sentence, word by word. She had been in Slytherin herself, being a close friend of Orion Black, as she tried to sneak her way into Cygnus' arms. Yes, her father had been the same man back then as he now was, loving yet collected, not open to others unless they showed him they were trustworthy. And well, Cygnus at first didn't think highly of Druella's close friendship with his family member. Yet, the years grew by, perhaps even months, and weeks, when it finally happened that Druella Rosier found Cygnus alone on a night like these. Caught up in a book, reading as if his life depended on it. He hadn't seen her coming, the young blond who had clearly let her eye fall upon the guy that had not given her one approving glance before.

Yet, the past learned that Druella Rosier and Cygnus Black did talk to each other that night. Finding out that they had more in common than they had first thought. It turned out to be that Druella did like to read, seeing that she just tried to act as if books and wisdom didn't matter to her. And yes, a few weeks after that first real encounter in the library the couple had found themselves to like each other, even though it was only on a friendly basis. Respect had grown between them, and so it was only naturally that a few months later they'd been betrothed to one another, both founding it more than pleasurable. From Druella's point of view she couldn't have found a more handsome and wealthy man whom she could love. Cygnus had found a girl that could be respected in the world of wizardry, that could support him through his deeds. And so their history had started.

Yet, their history hadn't gone particularly following plan. Not in Narcissa's eyes. Her mother, the vile woman, no longer saw her husband with that same lust she'd seen him once with. Now the marriage was based upon money, only standing because of what other people thought to be one of the best matches in their world. How wrong they were indeed. It was at around the age of eleven, when Narcissa had first left the Black Estate to come to Hogwarts that she had seen the cracks in her parent's foundation. and only two years after she had seen that the cracks were more like large loopholes where there was no way out.

Then, when she'd seen her mother fool around with much younger man, almost under the eyes of her father, she had taken herself away from the woman, vowing that she would never become like her, so full of anger and hate towards her own husband. It was then too, that she had vowed not ever to marry because she had to, but because she wanted to - of course, in her own eyes that was the most beautiful story there was. Marrying out of love. However, the chances to that in a world like hers are very limited if we must say so.

And standing here, with Lucius, though they were only friends, and that was probably how it was going to stay for a long while, she found herself over conquering her mother, feeling that she was on a better way than her mother had ever been with her father. After all, this young man, handsome and wealthy and respected as he might be, was still more in dept, their relationship - if you could call it that - was based on a much stronger thing - though she failed to take a hint to what it exactly was - then her mother and father's had ever been.

Lucius words took her back to the present time, a small smile curling around those ruby red lips as a soft chuckle left her throat. His meanders were what she had expected of him, veiled with a natural elegance that did not stray from what he believed or what he stood for. Often he was described as the mysterious kind of guy, and right now he was doing well to prove it. She nodded thoughtfully, knowing that she wouldn't get a proper answer out of him even if she pushed the subject. His torture for her if he won would be a total surprise, but so be it.

She inclined her head slightly to the right as he went on. Glad that he wasn't giving up so easily. He wouldn't go out of her way to win this deal. No, he would make sure that he saw her enough to prove that he could stand the temptation, that he would over conquer her with her little ways. "As you wish.", she said in that soft tone of hers without taking those blue orbs off of him. " I'd say two weeks would be more than enough. By that time you will have given in to me. And if you wish to make it harder on yourself by having a date as you call it, then I can do nothing but oblige happily.", she responded, a small glint of victory rising in her voice though he was as sure as she was. Still, Narcissa would win.. or not?

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

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Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight}[/I]

(incoming crappiness - muse equals zero)

More than enough? It shall be eternity. An eternity laced with inferno and sulfur - the hells of temptation prodding him with sharpened pitchforks and lashing him with flaming forked tongues. There was no question in his mind why lust was a deadly sin; Lucius very well may die, or consider suicide as the more painless alternative. But that is to speak irrationally, any and everyone knew that Lucius Malfoy was far too vain to consider bodily harm to himself. Even still, he would be tried - by a girl no less - and to think he considered this year to be inconsequential merely days ago; he would now be mighty occupied for the next fortnight. Though he couldn’t contradict himself to ponder that this squeamish hell was a corrupt heaven in disguise. To look at it optimistically, in order to win her wager she’d have to be around him, pursue him even, the only downside to such a notion was that he would have to remain impassive and unresponsive. Lovely.

Two weeks and his wishes. For a boy who had nothing but disposable income and been given every indulgence money could afford, and yet he was so gratuitous when she verbally declared that he got his privilege of silence, as if surprised that he got his way once again in the wheel of life. He could not allot description or adjectives to the possibilities that were his mind, it would take too long to explain - and may even shock the recipient of this information. Despite the feeling of small safety now, all things, in time, reveal themselves; he only hoped it was later rather than sooner. “I shall be counting the minutes until then,” Lucius replied contently, a surprising stroke of honesty in his words. He surely will be counting the minutes, though not for the most smarmy of reasons, despite what his tenor falsely indicated.

Everything was official, everything compartmentalized just as Lucius liked it to be. If only emotions could be so contained and situated in an organized fashion, things - this wager especially - would run much more smoothly. While nobody said it was easy, nobody had informed him that it would hard either. Lucius could not recall ever needing to pursue a girl for over a fortnight; ’girlfriend’ was a term as foreign to him as Japanese hiragana. Thus far in his young life, he could not even recall ever going on a formalized, mutually planned ’date’ - perhaps in that way he was a novice and unfamiliar to courses of action aside from what he’s learned from years of play and flirting at pureblood extravaganzas. (And that is to say that he did not learn very much on squeaky clean, innocent flirting, despite what one might assume among wealthy shrews and snobs.) Narcissa may just be the first - and at that notion Lucius sucked in a chest full of crisp air, his chest cavity expanding dutifully.

So, where did that leave things now? It could already be discerned that things would not be the same, for the next two weeks at least, though Lucius imagined longer. Was he to whistled and twiddle his thumbs as he contemplated their next topic of discussion? What could he possibly talk about now? The weather conditions? The late hour? That seemed so inconsequential now, most everything did, in fact; everything revolved around the magnetic pull that was obsession and ardor, and yet that was also an unspoken topic. What a seething predicament. With his gray eyes focused and yet detached from his counterpart, his hands situated themselves into his pajama pockets with resolve, he smirked subtly down to his counterpart, his head cocking in a similar fashion as she had done, as if relishing in the few seconds of survival he had earned himself. Ten seconds down - Merlin knows how many left to go. “So,” He chirped unreservedly, “Has your evening been diverting to your standards thus far?”

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[narcissa acardia black||]

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Being composed, two words that meant so much and yet were so hard to obtain when in the company of Lucius Malfoy. It seemed like he ruled the world, having the entire universe in the palm of his hand, and only with one small twist, he could spin it all around. He had everything under control, so easily it made you look like a complete fool if you couldn't keep up. And it was exactly that way about him that attracted Narcissa so much to him. If it was attraction or lust she could not really say. There was something hidden in that grey mass of hers that she couldn't just fully understand.

Throughout the years she'd been known as a Black, sweet on the outside, but at times a bitch when you encountered her. Few knew her true self, James Potter strangely being on of them. Perhaps it was exactly that thing that made Narcissa wonder about Lucius Malfoy. He was an extravagant wizard in appearance, but did somebody even truly know what was going on in that - perhaps twisted- mind of his? But it was clear that Lucius Malfoy was quite clear on his case. He was in it to win, to have her at his mercy, yet, he wouldn't get her there so easily. It took a whole deal to get Narcissa begging on her knees...

His question therefore was quite welcomed as she snickered. Yes, she had find the time with him more than pleasurable. It was certainly better than spending the entire night in the forbidden forest alone. The wager had just made things more interesting in her opinion. All hostilities were put aside, the past didn't matter anymore. Right now, all that was important to her where the next two weeks. "Yes, Lucius.", she answered him after a short while of gazing away from him, looking at the thick bark of a tree nearby. "you've been an enjoyable companion.. so far.", she continued, her voice slightly teasing before she turned her eyes back to him.

Two weeks wasn't a long time, come to think of it. It was over in a heartbeat. But, she wasn't scared that she would lose the bet, who knows even if she did loose it, what bad things could come out of it? It was like Lucius was a true tyrant, now was he? The question lingered in her mind for a few seconds, hoping that she was right, yet deciding that the next best thing right now would be to start the game she would play over these two weeks. It would start up slowly of course, building up tension was always nice in the end when you saw your victims crawling under your touches...

Smirking at her own thought, she brushed her hand through her platinum blond hair, it was slightly wilder as a lock fell in front of her eyes while she undid her cloak. The weather wasn't that bad you know.. Slightly chilly, but nothing she couldn't handle on a moment like this. It was thrown aside, casually placed upon the trunk she had seated herself on earlier that night. A low v-cut neck was revealed, the black satin sleeves only coming to her elbows, showing pale and fragile looking arms that could do so much more than just look beautiful.

"However", she started as her lips came dangerously close to his. They were barely an inch apart, and even Narcissa had to pull her best effort together to not kiss him straight away. Those pure soft lips that needed to be touched entranced her for a few moments as she tried to keep her head cool, this was about winning, not about giving in... He had to give in, not she.

It came clear to Narcissa that these two weeks would be a lot harder than she'd first thought. So, as if it was effortlessly, she skimmed her eyes back to his. Another mistake so it appeared as she immediately drowned into those grey depths. A soft breath released itself from her lips as her lips curled into a small smile. "It is a pity that you are not willing to give into the seduction, Lucius." her voice echoed silently through the forest. Blue orbs lowered themselves again, right towards his chest as she took another step closer, her long finger nails once upon trailing a line over his chest. "Who knows what you're missing out on ... "

ooc: sorry for the long wait.. next post'll be better

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

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Move your hands in circles, keeping me hypnotized
The power behind your eyes
Move around your bedroom, cursing the naked sky
You should be here tonight}[/I]

Ah, the mutual, somewhat steady ground, one that he was inwardly groveling upon in silent prayer that it would stay that way. It's a game of give and take, push and pull, all whilst toying at the edge of cliff, seeing how far each person could go before they were toeing the very brink before the drop-off. A dangerous game, a fun game, and most certainly a game that Lucius didn't want to lose. But things were even-ish now, they were only softly teeter-tottering in comparison to the landslide Lucius dealt with earlier. She was still provocative, no doubt, but in much smaller doses. Lucius merely smirked in response to her answer, elevating a princely brow in quiet understanding as he even dared to approach Narcissa, though just a smidgen, if only to conclude the business aspect of their deal and press on to more anatomical matters.

But hold on - halt the music, stop the presses, stop time for Merlin's sake, Narcissa has started again. It certainly was no accident that her cloak fell from her dainty shoulders, revealing a top that shimmered in the vivid moonlight. That very same favorite that he wanted to guess with his fingers and now could only imagine to feel silky beneath the pads of his fingers. She made it quite clear and visible what he was missing, her verbal accompaniment just another shot of absinthe that he had to swallow and bear in silence. Lucius watched as her hand breached his personal space, drawing down his front as if with the intention of making patterns against his oxford and uncaring that she left skin cells desperate for more beneath. This wouldn't do, he couldn't combat that without making himself even more vulnerable than he already was. Time for alternate action.

Grudgingly he'd have to take a literal step back - eventually at least. Right now he seemed glued in place, his fingers riddled with restlessness inside his pockets, forcing them to bare the night air if only as the prospect of being nearer her blouse, her flesh, her. He needed to do something - anything, not just idly suck in and breathe out oxygen uselessly. Lucius was fighting himself the whole way, but even still he couldn't truly stop himself, but he would have to curve his appetite. He bit his front teeth down on the innermost part of his bottom lip simultaneously as he watched his hand rest on the round of her shoulder through partially lowered lids.

"I guess I'll never know." Wow, that was so painful to say, even if it got the job done. Assertive action was key, and while initially placing his hand on her was a bad idea, he redeemed himself by verbally proclaiming that he wouldn't find out what he was most assuredly missing - and that sucked. With his touch now diluted and impersonating something akin to a friendly - if not empathetic - pat as if about to console or part ways. His hand slipped down the expanse of her arm and back to his side as he then exhaled. So, that meant he was running away - on all basic levels. Quite literally his only escape route was to walk in the other direction and not glance behind; he really had no better ideas. Taking a moderate step backwards as if deflecting her actions towards him, he elevated a brow as he replied convincingly, "Now Cissa, there is no reason to bring our A game on the first night," Lucius assured her, "Though I'm glad to see you're taking full advantage of our rare time alone. I'm sure Genevieve would not approve."

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[narcissa acardia black||]

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Watching his movements, it was quite clear that Lucius wanted to keep his space, and who could blame him in all honesty. He did have stature and elegance, he wasn't one to loose a game so quickly. His hand went to her shoulder, a patronizing gesture that she didn't take quite lightly. However, it probably was all part of his own act, as if he couldn't be touched by anything she said or did. Well, that was where he was wrong. Soon enough he would see that she could get to him, one way or another.

"You are quite correct, Lucius.", she stated more than calmly while giving him his space. "It would be inconsiderate of me to bring you to the verge of breakdown so early in the game. Even I don't want to break your ego that easily.", she said with not one single tone of teasing in her voice, though she clearly was. How he would take it however, she did not know. One being he could laugh it away, and give an even better retort.. or two being him angrily walking away because of her words. Still, she thought him to be mature enough to stay despite her words.

His next words were about Genevieve, Cissa's most beloved friend, yet however good friends they might be, the other girl didn't approve of Lucius. Once, when Cissa had been younger and naive they had plotted against him, trying to make sure he would meet his downfall. Yet, through recent developments, Narcissa Black could no longer say she really wanted to see Lucius Malfoy going down - figuratively speaking of course. If it where reality and he was about to go... she shook her head slightly, hoping her latest far off look had gone by completely unnoticed. Her thoughts had been out of bound for a few seconds, but she wouldn't let them wander there again. Not now when the prey in front of her needed to be studied. Perhaps later when she was alone..

"Genevieve has her believes, Lucius. In some she is correct, others she might judge on through various insignificant rumors. I trust her judgment completely, but I am my own woman. I not need others to take care of me.", she said more firmly than she first intended too. Having grown up with too elder sisters, one being on the of the cruelest people she had ever laid her eyes up, she learned from a young age that if she wanted something she should fight for it, that she should stand for her own believes instead of following someone blindly.

"And if you find it pitiful that we don't have as much alone time as you'd want to have with me.", she continued in a much more softer way than those last words. "we could always change the matter.", she finished rather softly before taking a small step closer and standing on tiptoes. Her hand rested once again against his chest, easing a soft pressure upon him as her lips softly touched his, a mere second, stopped as quickly as it had come before a small smile curled around her elegant features. "However, I do not want to tempt you any further today, Lucius." she answered while taking her cloak back and easily putting it her around her fragile-looking body. "If you're so sure of yourself, meet me in Hogsmeade this weekend, and we'll see how much temptation you can resist." By her last words, her voice was only a barely audible whisper as she turned on her heel, slowly walking out of the forbidden forest.