Narcissa brushed her hair slowly, admiring her reflection in the vanity mirror before her. She tilted her head and then shifted her curls, as if unsure of just what position made them look the most beautiful. She decided to leave her locks down, the front tendrils of blonde hair tied back with a…
Deception was second nature to him.
It wasn’t as if his intentions were all two-faced, he really did need a place to stay for the week, as preparations were made to move his things, as well as renovate, his new home. His father was on his final years, spent in St. Mungos’ - a sad state of affairs. He would have never asked Cygnus if he didn’t have specific ties to the Black family…
Narcissa moved into the small room, flooded with light from the wide-open windows, as Lucius spoke. There was a small smile on her face as her legs, far more exposed then they should have been with knee high stockings and an almost indecent skirt, disappeared behind her father’s desk. She pressed a kiss to the top of her father’s head before pouring two cups of tea from the little set perched the edge of the mahogany table.
“It also allows for you to truly live outside of Hogwarts now, doesn’t it, sir?” She questioned, placing a single cube of sugar into one of the teacups and stirring the liquid around. “And do things like visit homes in the summer and attend dinners in the spring. And marrying. You’ll be rejoining society completely soon enough, I assume?” she asked softly- smiling again.
Cygnus coughed, smiling up at his youngest daughter and tapping her upper arm gently in appreciation. He reached to grab the second cup, assumedly for him, but before his fingers could grasp the fine china a pure white cat was settled on his desk and drinking from it as if it was standard behavior. Cygnus sighed. It was.
Narcissa stroked her hand down Echo’s white fur, raising the cup of her mouth as her father cleared her throat and continued to talk. “My daughter, if you remember. Miss Narcissa Black. And her cat. The damnable thing is always getting into trouble, try to ignore it the best you can. It usually stays with juts her.”
Cygnus stood then, touching the small of his daughter’s back. “Perhaps Master Malfoy would like a tour, my lovely. We wouldn’t want him to get lost between his room and the dining room and find himself in the stables.”
Narcissa arched her eyebrows, her hand stilling on the cat’s back. “Would you like a tour…are you still my Professor Malfoy or shall I call you Master now?” She questioned coyly, arching one single, fine eyebrow into her hairline.
She was doing this on purpose.
From the moment she entered the room, he suspected she was planning his downfall, from the way she sauntered about down to the way she dressed, her stalkings reaching high up to creamy white thighs. He could not afford to gawk, but she made it almost impossible not to, so he took solace in his drink, pointing his eyes decidedly elsewhere. Did she think him to be a little boy? She would learn otherwise. No amount of teasing or double entendre would bring his knees to weakness.
“Who said I ever left?” Was his reply to her as she calmly snuggled up to her father. The old man seem appreciative, though Lucius was instilled, further, with the desire for isolation. He purposely ignored the cat, who he was all too acquainted with — damnable cat, he regretted ever getting it her for her. He finished his brandy and set it aside, carefully standing and adjusting his robes.
“I don’t think a full tour will be necessary,” he informed Narcissa, raising a poised eyebrow at her. He was obviously agitated by how dangerously she flaunted herself to him in front of her own father, something he knew he would have to speak with her about later. It didn’t seem to matter if she was of age. It simply was not proper for a young lady, was it? Especially one of pure breeding. “If you would, Miss Black, I would like to know where I will be spending most of my time this week.”
He began, with a natural grace of his own, to saunter towards the doorway. He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Master Malfoy is fine, Miss Black, or Sir, if you would.” He then bowed his head at Cygnus, who was still drinking his tea and smiling at his daughter. “We will have to catch up later, Master Black, at a later time. I don’t want to impose on you any further.”
He could hear Cygnus say “No imposition in the slightest—” as he stepped out into the hallway. There, obscured from sight, he let out a sigh of relief, swearing to himself as he rubbed his eyes between his forefinger and thumb.
Bloody stupid girl.
Narcissa pressed a kiss to her father’s forehead and placed her tiny china cup down on the platter before moving to follow Lucius from the room. She stilled at the doorframe, clicked her tongue, and waited as the cat stretched and followed her from the desk. She believed, just then, that her darling little familiar was just as intelligent as the blonde had previously thought her. She had known not to bother Lucius just yet, as had been the feline’s will do to so since kittenhood. When both cat and girl emerged into the hallway, they both looked up at Lucius with round eyes. Inside, Narcissa was exploding with excitement at having the object of her affections so close. Only the slightly-too quick shutting of her father’s study door and the way her hand reached up to smooth her shirt nervously revealed such.
She looked up at the man, batting her eyelashes and smiling broadly. “Are you too warm, Sir?” She questioned softly, toying with the edge of his robe with delicate, pale fingers before she looped her arm through his with some effort. “It’s awfully warm for all your layers.”
She moved just a breath closer, the tops of her thighs rubbing against his leg. “I could show you to your rooms first, to change. And then I can give you that abbreviated tour you wanted.”
And then, as dangerous as it was with her father just a door away from them (for no one else, just then, was about to approach. Bellatrix was off with Rodolphus and her mother, as was her custom during the warm months, was visiting with friends), Narcissa stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I missed you,” She whispered before lowering herself to the flats of her feet and composing herself in a more appropriate manner.
Narcissa brushed her hair slowly, admiring her reflection in the vanity mirror before her. She tilted her head and then shifted her curls, as if unsure of just what position made them look the most beautiful. She decided to leave her locks down, the front tendrils of blonde hair tied back with a charcoal ribbon. She continued with her usual routine- small brushes of rouge across her skin and dabs of lipstick to color her fragile looking lips. Her hands smoothed her skirt out several times, checked her hem, and repeatedly scanned her stockings for runs and tears.
That’s what her father had said this morning as an elf had brought a tray to her bed this morning. There would be a visitor for the week; a gentleman staying with them in their summer home. Narcissa had extremely high hopes about just who this man was, for Cygnus hadn’t thought to give her a name or any details about him. All she knew was that the visitor was a male, of good breeding, and she would be the one to escort him for the next seven days. She hoped…
Her stomach did miniature somersaults as the youngest Black, freshly aged 19, slipped down the hallway to her father’s study. She could hear voices from within the room and the moment that slippery, haughty tone hit Naricssa’s ears her back hit the wall and she had to collect herself. When her heart beat was no longer so loud that it drowned any other sound out and no longer so fast that she feared it would burst from her chest, Narcissa pressed the pads of her finger tips against the white wood door and cleared her throat ever so gently.
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