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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:14:58 GMT -5
I remember, when I was younger, my father made certain I knew my place in life. I was a Malfoy, and to be born under such a name meant I was that of a God. I had the appearance of one from the start- my mother and father were both amazing creatures to see, and I certainly got the best parts of their genes. My father gave me his platinum hair, stunning and soft. I loved it so much I always kept it long. My mother gave me her gray eyes. I love the color of them, so I glare a lot to make them cold.
A few years after I was born, word reached my parents that a creature had been born nearly as gorgeous as myself. This couldn't be allowed, so they rushed to see who had dared question my standing. A Black, nonetheless, with the same hair as me!
It was probably a good thing that we were forbidden to see each other, a deep rift forming between the Noble House of Black and my own family. I blame her for it now. I had been rather good friends with her sister, who was my polar opposite, but still a beautiful creature to lay eyes on. Where I was light, she was dark, and we were both cruel to the very marrow of our bones.
My time at Hogwarts went with out any excitement, in fact, I hardly remember what happened. I was in Slytherin, a surprise I'm sure, and I hated everyone but myself and my followers. And, of course, Bellatrix. Despite our last names, we found that we could not deny a closeness that remained even as our families tore us apart. I had a thought in my seventh year that maybe I could marry her. Every man has his devil, and she was indeed a devil. A beautiful, intoxicating devil who, on more than one occasion, I almost got into bed with me. She liked to play games with me, though, and leave before I could get anymore than her perfect blouse unbuttoned.
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Confusion had creased his face as he stared down at the expensive card in his hand. A lovely off-white color that betrayed everything about my perceptions of the Black house. Why the hell were they sending him an invitation to go to their manor for a gathering? He had never been invited there; hell, he was sure if he even stepped onto the premesis he would have been beheaded on the spot.
Lucius Malfoy sat at the grand desk in his office, staring down at that invitation for several long minutes. A maid stood behind him, brushing out his hair- 100 strokes three times a day, thank you- and she remained silent, as instructed. Long fingers tapped against a strong jaw as Lucius read and re-read the card. The entire time the woman brushed out his hair, he just sat there, and when she stepped back, he finally stirred, exhaling heavily.
"Get my dark green cloak. Cashmere. The one I bought last week." He instructed as he rose from the leather chair he'd been seated in. A pair of black trousers covered his legs, hanging down to a pair of extremely shiney black shoes. A white, button up shirt covered an amazingly sculpted torso- the only form of work he did was the kind that kept his body in shape, after all. His shoulders were broad and strong, leading to muscular arms.
Mere minutes passed and the woman returned, the green cloak draped in her arms so none of it hit the floor or was wrinkled. Lucius took it from her and wrapped himself in the dark folds, beginning to fasten the clasps and ties. Facing a mirror, he tilted his head a bit. "No, I don't want my hair tied back." Promptly, she stepped up and removed the ribbon, brushed out the invisible imperfections it had left, and stepped back again. "Ah yes, much better."
Walking around her, he picked up a pair of black gloves from his desk, wriggling his graceful fingers into it. The maid scurried forward with his walking stick in her hands, and he took it from her, snatching up the card with his other hand.
"If father shows up tell him I have an appointment to keep and he can owl me later." She nodded slowly as he strode out of the office. Expensive green material fluttered at his ankles, the black staff tapping lightly on the hardwood floor. Reaching a room at the far end off the hallway, he shut the door, and there was a sharp pop as he Disapparated.
Walking up the block, he stood in front of the place where the manor was, glaring down at the card. A brief moment of concenctration, and then the huge manor appeared. A man was waiting at the door and held a hand out for the invitation, which Lucius handed over so he could check it.
"Enjoy the evening, Mr. Malfoy." He bowed, and Lucius gave a wave of his hand, the door pushing open. He strode inside, head held high, watching gazes flick over, smirking at the mixed reactions upon them. Shock, fury, amazement... lots of things, and yet Mr. Malfoy was not here for them. He was here because of a certain young woman that he missed dearly.
Bellatrix Black, where are you?
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:15:40 GMT -5
Her brother had chosen not to attend, as usual. Though tonight, Bellatrix did not try to tease and torture him into it, and how she loved to have something on him. Just the undying fact that he did not get into Slytherin made her parents basically reject him; the only reason he was allowed to stay was that he was the only male heir.
"You look lovely as usual, Bella," her sister yawned from the door frame. Bellatrix turned back to her reflection; a low-cut muggle-styled dress enhanced every curve in her body making her look more dazzling than even her sour-faced sister. Her dark hair was pulled half back in curls. As much as she hated doing her hair as her mother approved she surprised herself by accepting it, perhaps he will approve, also.
"The mistress would like to inform that a Mr. Lucious Malfoy has arrived," the croaking voice of the house-elf came and disappeared after he spat his disapproval. Priscilla brightened as she flitted down the stairs before Bellatrix could even reach the door. That weasel of a sister! Always wanting more, as if she didn't already have enough!
Cool and composed Bellatrix glided to the banister and began her descent. Several heads turned in her direction but she ignored them all. Her dark eyes searched for the one she knew, and once she did find him she deliberately turned her exposed back and swayed her way to the parlor.
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:17:45 GMT -5
Lucius hadn't done much mingling, honestly. He'd spent a while looking for Bellatrix and overheard that the sisters were still upstairs getting ready. How unsurprising. One of the sisters came hurrying down the stairs, and he greeted her as was expected of a houseguest.
But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that beautiful young woman... the one he would recognize anywhere. Bellatrix Black, breezing in and out of the room as easily and elegantly as ever. Mr. Malfoy followed her like moth to flame, gray eyes focused on her backside. All of her backside.
Now in the parlor, he stepped up behind her, the hand not clasping the snakehead of his walking stick sliding out to rest gently against her slender waist. The young man stepped up toward her other side so his arm was draped across her back, making it quite easy to envelope her in the folds of his cloak should he so desire.
"You look amazing, Bella, as always." He purred, voice low and drawl-y as usual.
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:18:06 GMT -5
As she felt those familiar hands along her bared skin a slight smile played at her lips. She had waited for this moment of seeing him again ever since she'd slipped his invitation into the mailing basket.
"You as well, Mr. Malfoy, are looking quite stunning," she turned out of his encasing grasp reluctantly. Standing opposite him anyone woulld have thought her a wolfess opposing the alpha male, but she was far from that metaphor. Sending him a wink she turned to welcome several old, portly wizards from the Ministry. The buffoons.
She slipped through the crowd towards those who stood practically alone, hoping to lure her catch into the net.
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:18:26 GMT -5
A smile came to his face as she faced him, and he nodded in acknowledgement of her compliment. Lucius had been about to say something else to her, but then she turned and welcomed a few more of her guests. Charming, certainly, but he wasn't about to let her forget that he was here. Gray eyes narrowed a bit when she turned and headed off to a small group of people who had separated themselves from the others.
What was she doing? More of those damned games?
Huffing softly, he began to follow her when a silence suddenly fell over the room. Confused, the young man stopped and looked around for what had caused the sudden silence. Eyes were flicking between him and the staircase, so he looked up, and met a pair of icey gray-blue eyes set into a pale face.
The tensity in the room soared as the eyes of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black glared into each other's. She moved very slowly down the stairs and approached him, standing a few feet away. A mutter was taken up throughout the room, but Lucius ignored them. Taking one of her hands, he brought it to his lips and pecked a kiss to her knuckles, as was expected of the young visitor.
"Narcissa." Releasing her hand very similarly to the way one would release a poisonous spider, Lucius then bowed his head and swept from the room, his disposition soured significantly.
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:19:17 GMT -5
The slience had fallen like a blanket over Bellatrix, smothering her. She glared as her sister descended the stairs, driving invisible screws as she took each, graceful step. Lucious welcomed her before exiting.
Foul tempered Bellatrix greeted her sister with posion filled delight. "Narcissa, my beautiful sister. You really grace us with your presence." A deep curtsy was applied to give her statement it's intended affect. "It's a shame though that you must first begin to welcome guests before mingling with your own. Like these fine gentlemen from the Ministry, they all have been wondering what kept you so long." Pulling the portly men forward Bellatrix twirlled away with a satisfied smile.
Her sister always had to be the deteriorater of fun, seeing as she was "he epitome of fragilalty that all young women should have"- or so said their mother. Even if Lucious was a good deal older than herself why should she be reprimanded of her own desires?
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:19:40 GMT -5
Finding his way into a room that had a good deal less people in it, he went to the windowsill. Gloved hands rested on it and his weight was rocked forward, the folds of that magnificent cloak swirling elegantly about his ankles.
Blonde hair slid over his shoulders, framing his face nicely as he glared out at the estate of the Black manor. He kept seeing that blonde brat in his mind, smiling all smug-like at him. She knew that having to see him vexed him to no end. There's no way not to know. She was so opposite of Bella... beautiful, mysterious Bella.
God, why was she hiding from him again!? Did she think he was here for anyone but her?
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:19:59 GMT -5
Bella leaned causually against the window frame and looked back into the throng of visitors. Normally she'd rather have been out doing something engaging rather than flit around and repeat her name to every soul. "I'd rather be in an empty room. Just me and my other self, together," she looked to Lucious. He was so handsome, his imperfect hair contrasting her own that matched Narcissa's so well- She could never recall having told Lucious how she felt, only hinted at it or led him to an emppty corridor, and truthfully she didn't think she ever could come to admit her feelings.
How she longed to be pulled up against his strong chest, to run her fingers through his hair endlessy, but something always got in the way. . .
Tiring of standing motionless she hooked her fingers gently into his hand and began to glide towards the stairs, tempting with each step all who saw, as an unhonorable desire does.
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:20:15 GMT -5
"Well, I can't say that'd be too much fun for me, Bella." He commented simply, though his gray gaze did not flicker over to her until he felt her thin fingers slide around his hand.
A sly grin crossed his features as he was pulled toward the stairs, and he went along beside her, gaze sweeping along her beautiful being. Lucius was very aware of the whispers and stares shot their way, but he neither cared nor paid them any heed.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Lucius shifted his hand from her grasp. They rounded a corner, and he seized her little wrist. Pinning it up to the wall, he leaned into her, his face very close to hers. But instead of taking the opportunity he had given himself, Lucius turned his face just slightly to rest his cheek just so he couls breathe in the soft smell of her hair. "Hmmnn." He grinned lightly. "Ah Bella, I've missed you."
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:20:37 GMT -5
""And I, you," Bella held on to her lover for a moment before speaking. "I wanted to tell you something, away from loose ears, Lucius." She lay her head against his shoulder, looking away to the sounds of the party but keeping him close."This past week I've met some one who wants me to help him," she spoke softly, just audible for him to hear. "He wants followers and he offered me a high position in return for joining him."
Holding her head back to look into Lucius's eyes, Bella felt her self tearing apart as she spoke. "But it would mean that you and I couldn't be together, Lucius."
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:21:03 GMT -5
Lucius stared at her in silence for a moment, and that moment ended up dragging on for several minutes. There were far too many emotions on his chiselled face for any one to be singled out, but confusion was undeniably one of them. Oh, and let's not forget jealousy.
Shaking his head slowly, he tightened his grip on her wrist slightly. He could understand her desire for power- they were both starved for it, but was she really giving him up for some man who was promising her power. Surely she realized that he could give her more than power.
His jaw clentched and he quickly released her, stepping back. "Fine." Dropping his arms to his sides, he gave a little shrug. "Fine then, Bella." The look that was focused on her now was that of utter loathing and he growled low, turning away and heading back for the stairs. It was definatly time to go.
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Post by Mac Old Site on Mar 21, 2006 16:21:24 GMT -5
She had gone about it all wrong, and now she had lost him.
"Lucius!" She called rushing to the stairs, "Lucius, please, let me explain!" She had been so eager to tell him Bella had not even considered how he would take the news. She cursed herself for being so selfish sometimes, but a small voice in the alcove of her mind knew that she always would just think of herself.
Skipping a few steps to same wood that her love was upon Bellatrix Black grabbed Lucius Malfoy's hand and spoke words that shocked all the party-goers. "You are the only one I want to be with, Lucius." Isn't it funny how words can be changed to mean almost the exact same thing to those who hear it, but the one who speaks knows the hidden meaning behind the masquarading phrase.
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Post by Alek on Mar 21, 2006 16:21:45 GMT -5
He felt all of those eyes on him; delving into every aspect of his being. His expression, posture, and the way he spoke, though words had certainly not come to him yet. Impulsively, he wanted to throw the little wench down the stairs. He had her hand, it wouldn't be hard. Lucius knew that no one could predict what was going to happen; Hell! He didn't even know what he was going to d-...
"I'll not be made a fool of, Black." Hm, back to the last name basis. She was losing ground fast.
Wrenching his hand away from hers, he shot her a look that he had honestly intended to be as vile and nasty as possible... but when his eyes had landed back on her, he was once again stricken as though punched in the gut by the sheer beauty that radiated off of her. So... the look was betrayed by his eyes. Cold, gray eyes that usually showed nothing but the freezing layer that had wrapped like a vice around his heart... but now was reflected, ultimatly, the true emotion he was feeling.
Longing.
In his mind, he had told her he wanted her to be his hundreds of times. In his mind, she had surrendered to him and given him what he had wanted so badly from her years ago. In his mind, she only wanted him... no amount of power able to ruin that. And in his mind, he saw himself grabbing her little frame and dragging her back up those stairs and making her understand why she wanted him and not the power that other man promised. Given one night, he knew he could do it. He could show her what real power was, and could show her what resisting him for almost four years now had done to the raging lust coiled in his chest.
But in real life, he just stood there, staring at her, but then he turned and swept down the stairs, the crowd parting for him as he stormed to the door. Elegant fabrics swirled around him as he finally stopped, a hand raised to open the door... but a blonde woman had thrown herself in the way, grabbed the furious man's shoulders and slammed her body up to his, lips grinding against his own.
And, stunned, Lucius Malfoy could only stand there. Stand there as Narcissa Black kissed him in front of all of those people- in front of Bellatrix!
In seconds, her little frame toppled to the floor, and Lucius growled at her, wiping her lipstick from his lips. "I really am disappointed in the Noble House of Black. I had hoped such beautiful daughters would have a bit more dignity than this." And another look was shot at Bellatrix, then he stormed out of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
(I'm throwing in a time skip so this doesn't die)
Not too much later, the young man was seated in his study, bent over his desk, writing like mad. Platinum hair fell into his face, clinging to every angle of his sculpted torso... which was bare. He had on his usual pair of black dress pants, but his shoes were kicked away, and his shirt was draped over the back of the chair with his heavy cloak.
As he dragged himself through the letter, though, he kept getting disrupted by what had happened at that party and how, in that moment, he had wanted to ravage that perfect little body more than he ever could remember. And that lust was still there; he wanted to make her scream and moan and beg him not to stop... make her want him, so she wouldn't go. How he had controlled it, Lucius certainly did not know.
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Mac
Junior mage
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Post by Mac on Apr 4, 2006 17:31:52 GMT -5
Bellatrix Black stood outside the heavy oak door to Lucius Malfoy's office. She wore a conservative muggle top and skirt, both dark gray to match her mood. Several times she had come to the same door only to walk away without entering. The secretary sensed something amiss and had let her come and go, offering tea each time.
This time Bella felt a certain stirring in her gut that had forced her to stand with her nose pratically touching the door as she attempted to see Lucius through the wood and charms. She no longer knew what to do; for the past several days she had wandered aimlessly around parks andcity streets watching muggles. Shehated muggles for what they were but she also knew they were much the same as she was. She had observed lovers picnicing on frozen grounds and couples ice-skating awkwardly and small children throwing snowballs at each other. Over that time she had much time to reflect but she spent most of it thinking of her future.
She drew white knuckles to the oaken door and drew in a breath before rapping against the door threes times.
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