Patrolling in the Night

[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Lucius Malfoy could not stop thinking about that kiss he shared with Narcissa Black under the mistletoe, or rather the kiss he had given her. It had never really left his mind, not over the summer, but the fact that he and Narcissa were going to spend quite a bit of time together made it come rushing back, as well the urge to kiss her again. He didn’t think she would appreciate it right now but maybe sometime this school year she'd be amiable to it.

The two of them were Prefects and usually Prefects from the same House and year would patrol the hallways together, which meant that Lucius had several hours to try and convince her that he wasn’t so bad and had nothing to do with Rupert avoiding her. He wished that he had but even he would not stoop so low, especially when he felt that he could convince her of how much he liked her and that she truly did like him.

The area that they were patrolling was the second floor and he decided to wait for her near the entrance to the Slytherin Common Rooms. He leaned casually against a wall and had to grin as he watched the girl's dormitory for her. He had tried a few times to enter it and couldn’t and yet it was ironic that girls could easily enter the boy's dormitory. They were to start patrolling at midnight and Lucius glanced at the clock. She had a few moments so Lucius settled back against the wall he was leaning on, head tilted back slightly against the wall behind him.

Lucius knew he was considered handsome and that most girls thought he was extremely charming and he had to wonder what was so off-putting about him to Narcissa. No one else seemed to think so poorly of him. Well, except for the non-Purebloods he sneered at but he was hardly the only one that did that to them so that wasn’t really surprising. But he had simply been persistent in getting her attention, even when she was dating Rupert, which his actions and those she likely thought he had done were probably the reason why she despised him.

Perhaps now that Rupert was engaged to some French girl, he could convince her that he hadn’t done anything to scare her boyfriend off and that he truly liked her. He considered his feelings for her. Was he attracted to her? Definitely. Did he like her? Yes. Did he love her? That he wasn’t sure about. He wasn’t entirely sure what love felt like so he didn’t really know how to judge his feelings towards her. He pursed his lips and sighed. Why were relationships so hard? He heard his father's voice telling him that it was all part of growing up.

His father was oddly pleased in his son's attraction to the youngest Black daughter. He wasn’t sure what exactly that meant for him or anyone except the fact that his father was pleased that he was interested in a good, wealthy Pureblood girl. The Blacks were about as wealthy as the Malfoy and certainly of the same pedigree. So if something did come of Lucius and Narcissa, he knew that his father would approve. Not that he would become a couple with her simply to please his father, though that certainly was in the back of his mind in his interactions with her.

[narcissa callidora black]

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Narcissa Black fell asleep in the attempt to get a tremendous amount of schoolwork done and over it. When she opened her tired eyes, her vision took an unusually long period to clear. Gently rubbing sleep off of her eyes, she shifted sleepily on her bed, causing her copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to slide off of her sheets and hit the floor with a loud thud. Narcissa cringed a bit at the sound and buried her face into her pillow, desperate to fall asleep again. She fell asleep in an instant, but not for long. Her sleep was invaded by a nightmare, which involved her being unable to breathe.

The young Black woke with a start and scowled at her pillow, realizing that her face buried in it was precisely what had instigated her death by suffocation nightmare. Having lost all desire to sleep, she sat up and frowned at the sight of various books, parchment and other school supplies that haphazardly lie on her sheets next to her. Having always been a very neat person, Narcissa was astounded at the mess she made. She knew fifth year was a very busy year but she did not expect that she would be dealing with appalling amount of homework, sleeping on a messy bed and actually sleeping without finishing anything much just four days into her O.W.L.s year.

After five seconds of scowling at the mess, she sighed and began clearing her bed, stuffing her things neatly into her bedside drawer. It was lucky that her mother had not been there to witness all the mess she made; Druella would glowered and chastised her to no end. After a few minutes, she was finally able to restore everything and she could not help but smile. At least her bed was neat like it has always. It was normal and Narcissa could use some normality in her life at the moment.

She clasped her hands together and thought of what to do next. At that precise moment, she felt her stomach grumble. Deciding to go have some dinner, she quickly slipped on her Slytherin Uniform and took her time in front of the mirror. After fixing her hair, putting on some powder and lip gloss, and straightening her shiny prefect badge, she headed out of the girl’s dormitory, descended some stone steps and finally arrived at the now deserted Slytherin common room.

Narcissa surveyed the empty common room and within moments, her eyes landed on Malfoy, who stood alone near the entrance of the common room. She immediately frowned at the sight of him. What was Malfoy doing standing alone near the entrance of the common room while everyone else slept? Her eyes darted at the wall clock, which now read 12:05, and suddenly she felt like she was doused with ice cold water. She was supposed to patrol the second floor corridor with Malfoy that night and it completely slipped her mind.

Malfoy was still high up on her list of disliked people and he was there for a good reason too. So far, no one placed more effort than him in ruining her life. If only being a prefect meant a little less to her, she would have given up the badge the moment she found out he was made prefect. However, Narcissa had always wanted to be prefect and she was determined not to let anyone, especially Lucius Malfoy, get in the way. Composing herself and ignoring the pain in her stomach that can be attributed to missing that night’s dinner, she walked toward Lucius Malfoy. “Good evening, Lucius.” She said in a conversational tone, calling him by his first name for the first time. She reached him in no time and looked up at him, since he was taller than her. “Did you wait long? Apologies. I was busy working on my Care of Magical Creatures essay.” She said sincerely, not needing to act because she normally felt apologetic when other people end up waiting for her.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Lucius was pretty sure that it was part of their nature for women to be late to everything, though he supposed that he didn’t mind waiting for Narcissa Black in the slightest. But even he had his limits in regards to the youngest Black sister. He ran his hand through his hair unconsciously, usually a nervous habit but also simply a reflex as well at times. His eyes flickered to the nearby clock. It was midnight and she was late. He couldn’t recall the last time he had known Narcissa Black to be late for anything, not even if she possibly avoiding him.

Perhaps this would give him the opportunity to explain what had been going on, and hopefully without getting his head bitten off, possibly even literally. He wondered how long he should wait for her before he went off by himself and told Slughorn about this. The man could be a bit of a sweetheart at times but also generally was strict but fair with the rules. But he was sure that if he did that, Narcissa might hate him even more than she did now. And that was something he was trying to avoid right now, considering he was hoping to date her soon.

He looked up at hearing someone come down from the girls' dormitory and he couldn’t help the smile that formed upon seeing his fellow Prefect. Yet she seemed to not realize what they were supposed to be doing until she looked at him in apparent confusion and then at the clock. She approached him and his gaze was intense, pleased that called him by his first name, a first as far as he could remember. "Narcissa." His voice was a drawl as he drew out her name. He shook his head at her question of if he had waited long. "No not long." He nodded at her apology, not really upset by her being late. "Just try not to forget again. I almost went on patrol without you." His tone was rather conversational and neutral, his face still rather pleasant.

It was odd that he was quite a bit taller than her so he had to look down at her. He was a good head taller than her and had a good 50 lbs. on her. Of course, he allowed himself to check her out as unnoticeably as he could. Her hair wasn’t quite as light as his and was definitely longer as well as being a bit curly compared to his straight hair. Her eyes were a rather lovely shade of blue. In all, she was rather gorgeous and he tried not to stare at her too long.

He pushed him off the wall he was leaning against, cocking his head at her. "We should get to patrolling now." He headed off towards the door out of the common room, keeping his stride shorter than normal so he didn’t leave her too far behind, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she was following him.

[narcissa callidora black]

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Narcissa still can’t believe she forgot about something as important as her first patrolling duty. It was so uncharacteristic and utterly irresponsible of her. Still bemused by her mind slip, she continued to inwardly chastise herself as she waited for Malfoy to say something. She wondered if he read her facial expression from where he stood a while ago. She must have looked stupid to him. Since when did you care about how Malfoy sees you? She let out a huff, absorbed in her thoughts. The young Black felt the other Prefect’s intense gaze and snapped out of it because it made the little hairs at the back of her neck stand on end. She did not show it however and as she eyed him neutrally.

When he drawled her name, she felt her heart skip a beat. The way he said her name caused her to feel warm on the inside and at the same time it made her heart race for a reason unknown to her. She felt relief was over her when she learned that he didn’t wait long. However, a frown was instantly on her face when he told her not to forget about it next time. Despite his pleasant demeanor, Narcissa felt his words hurt her rather huge pride. The fact that her stomach was grumbling did not help her mood. “I told you, I was working on my essay. I didn’t forget about our duty, Malfoy. It just… slipped my mind while I was working.” She explained to him like he was a three-year-old boy learning how to count, calmly and slowly, instead of being rude like usual.

Her eyes left his face and darted to the clock again, oblivious to the fact that he was checking her out. They already wasted a good two minutes just talking by the entrance of the common room. She was about to point this out to but Lucius must have noticed it too because he was first to voice it out. “Of course.” She said as courteously as she could muster and nodded civilly, still determined to be civil with him, at least during prefect duties.

She followed Lucius out of the Slytherin common room in silence, wondering if they are going to catch any rule breakers tonight. At the thought of rule breakers, her mind automatically pictured her no good blood traitor Gryffindor cousin, Sirius. If they were lucky tonight, she would be able to dock 50 points off of Gryffindor for Sirius’s nerve of breaking school rules; and, of course for tainting the immaculate image of the Black family.

Narcissa walked beside Lucius in silence, the sound of her heels echoing in the silence of the school’s dungeons. She glanced at him from time to time and wondered if she was supposed to try to break the silence and start making conversation with him. She had never been alone with Lucius like this before and she had no idea if he was more like her girl friends, who liked talking nonstop, or Andromeda, someone who she can spend time in silence without feeling awkward. She wracked her mind for a topic. “Have you always desired to play seeker or you would rather be a chaser, beater or a keeper?” She asked conversationally, just as they finally reached the exit to the dungeons, thinking Quidditch was a good way to break the silence, as Lucius is fond of it.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

It seemed that she was less than pleased by his words and he knew that if he was trying to woo her, that chastising her was not the smartest thing to do. But he was hardly going to apologize to anyone, not even to her. But it looked as though the way he said her name had some sort of effect on her, though what exactly he couldn’t quite tell. It did seem fairly pleasant but surprising to her and he felt this sense of pride swell through him at that. He listened to her defense and smirked at hearing her stomach rumble though he shrugged slightly as if to say he didn’t care what her reasons were.

Narcissa didn’t mention his checking her out so she either didn’t notice or she was too polite to point it out, but he was pretty sure that she would say something about him checking her out if she didn’t like it. And he doubted that she would like it. But she was courteous when he decided that they had wasted enough time standing around. They were both silent as they headed out of the Common Room, with the only sound being the sound of her heels on the stone floor. He could feel her glancing up at him as they walked along and he would glance at her a few times, preferring the silence to annoying small talk that most girls tried to engage him in.

But it seemed she wanted to talk yet he was surprised by her choice of topic. He gaped at her slightly when she asked him about Quidditch. Not many girls wanted to talk to him about Quidditch beyond how hot he looked in his uniform and if he would chase them around on brooms. He was also surprised that she wanted to talk to him, and over sports. "I guess I've always wanted to be a seeker. It gives you a sense of freedom from everything for those few hours, freedom from life, from the game. All for this flash of gold." He gave her a side-glance. "It's a bit like life I guess. Wanting the ultimate prize and being free enough to chase it with all that you have in you." He gave an smile. "I didn’t realize that you were so interested in Quidditch, Narcissa?" Of course, it wasn’t like that he knew much about her in general.

[narcissa callidora black]

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She could not believe her stomach’s complaint was be so audible it reached Malfoy’s ears. She felt her cheeks grow hot and Malfoy’s smirk made it worse. But, she still composed herself and aside from the presence of the blush, she showed no other signs of being embarrassed. When he shrugged at her excuse, Narcissa was certainly not pleased. She had to bite her lip in order to prevent herself from giving him a piece of her mind.

Narcissa continued walking at her normal pace beside Malfoy, poised and confident. It did not take long before he answered her and she could not help but smile at his response. She did not know exactly what she expected he would say but she was sure it was not his answer that she expected. She did not find it that surprising though for the way he said it, the way he explained, it was just very Malfoy - ambitious and goal-oriented as any Slytherin. “How very Slytherin of you.” She said pleasantly, actually smiling a little because, although she never played the sport herself, she completely understood the feeling of chasing something and doing everything in her power to attain it. “I honestly never compared life to Quidditch before. But your analogy is quite genius.” She added as an afterthought, glancing up at him casually.

Narcissa kept on walking and chewed on her lower lip as she thought of her answer. She had no idea what on earth could have possibly possessed her to so much as breathe a word about Quidditch, let alone to Malfoy, who obviously was more than just an enthusiast. It was not like she was well rounded on the sport and could keep up a conversation about it throughout their patrol. She had never even dreamed of playing Quidditch and thought it was a rather dangerous sport. Although she had yet to meet anyone who died playing it, she had always thought it was a lethal sport.

She drew in a breath, thinking of what to say. “Actually, I’ve never been very interested in Quidditch.” She started matter-of-factly, not foolish enough to pretend she is into Quidditch when she knew nothing much about it. “Since I was young, I’ve always thought it was more dangerous than it was worth. Our first flying lesson kind of fueled my dislike for it. Do you remember? It was the lesson when that idiot mudblood from Gryffindor crashed into me and knock me off of my broom. The worthless filth caused me to endure what could not be less than a twenty feet fall.” She scowled at the memory. “I had never been more in pain in my life. Mother said that the scum should have been sent straight home.” She shook her head, still disappointed that her idiot excuse of a classmate was not expelled.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Her blush was rather becoming and his smirk softened into a half-smirk, half-smile at how attractive she looked when her cheeks reddened. It made her normally paler skin flush with life and he found himself highly intrigued by it. Of course she seemed displeased by his shrugging off her apologies and he swore silently to himself. How could he be so stupid to insult the one girl he fancied more than any other. He truly was an idiot at times.

But his response to her question made her smile and something in him clenched rather pleasantly and made him want to make her smile more often. Lucius gave another slight but still elegant shrug. "I like to believe that families like ours have Slytherin running through our blood." But if he was pleased by how she was actually talking to him without being rude, her complimenting his analogy made him beam down at her, not bothering to hide his admiration for her nor did he say anything snarky about her comment of it being genius.

She chewed on her lower lip and he had to stifle a groan, wondering how something so innocent could be so enticing at the same time. It made it very hard for him to concentrate and she didn’t even like him. So of course her actions were likely innocent but…Merlin! It simply was not fair! He kept watching her, enthralled with her and wondered if she knew how fascinating she was to the opposite sex. He could see why Rupert liked Narcissa so much.

He was startled out of his thoughts regarding her with her statement that she wasn’t actually interested in Quidditch. Then why in Merlin's name did she ask him about it? Lucius however did give a soft laugh at her statement, though he wasn’t laughing at her but more the fact that she was trying to be polite to boy she didn’t like using a subject she didn’t like. But he sobered as she went on, though he still had an amused smile. His eyes darkened as she asked if he remembered flying lessons their First Year and he nodded solemnly. "I must admit, Narcissa, that I was about ready to beat that dirty mudblood into a bloody pulp." At of a startling confession of his protective feelings that he could have towards her.

He did grin slightly at her. "Though cheer up. I've had far worse injuries than falling twenty feet. Like being hit various times with beaters or skidding headfirst into the ground after catching the Snitch and getting a mouthful of grass and mud." He wrinkled his nose in remembrance of how awful that taste was.

[narcissa callidora black]

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She saw his smirk lessen and notice the cute little smile on his lips. The sight of his lips reminded her of last Christmas’ enjoyable kiss. Her brain was working rather rapidly at forming inappropriate thoughts about her co-prefect and she averted her gaze from his face at once, feeling her cheeks had grown even hotter. For a moment, she was glad she was smaller than him, at least he would have to look down before he saw her flushed face.

Narcissa, once again cannot help but smile at Malfoy’s response to her comment. It was true. Almost all of the members of pure blood families like Malfoy and Black went to Slytherin. It was just what was right, becoming and proper. Every single member of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black who went to Hogwarts were sorted in Slytherin… all except her no good cousin of course. Narcissa saw Malfoy beam down at her and a good feeling washed over her. He never beamed at her before. He's quite alright, a proper gentleman. Andromeda’s words earlier that year came back to her. The young Black instinctively returned his beam with a small smile, one the reached her eyes. Maybe working with Malfoy was not as hard as she originally thought. Alhough she still was not certain about it, the thought made her feel so much better since the time she found out Malfoy was made prefect.

Narcissa worried her lower lip when he let out a soft laugh after she decided to be honest with him about not liking Quidditch. His reaction once again surprised her. She honestly expected him to asked her why she chose a topic she did not like. She expected him to act arrogantly about it, thinking that she, Narcissa Black, was trying to get his attention or worst attempt to impress him. 

Her surprise when he gave a small laugh was nothing compared to her astonishment when his eyes darkened at her recollection of the memory. And when he told her he was about ready to beat the living daylights out of the filthy Gryffindor, Narcissa gaped at him. “That was rather nice of you, Lucius.” She said, flushing, after about three seconds of gaping. She cannot believe he would show any protective feelings for her. But then again, this was Malfoy, the ladies man. If she did not know better, she would say he was just as mad at the Gryffindor as she was and actually cared about her.

Narcissa’s skin was still flushed when he recounted his accidents. She nodded symphathetically at the first and looked absolutely disgusted upon hearing the second. In fact her reaction mirrored Malfoy’s. “You’re right. Those are terrible. I can’t even imagine how painful it must be to be hit with a bludger, let alone skid head first to the ground and eat mud.” She shuddered. As they walked, she caught sight of a certain empty classroom, one that she used to frequent with Rupert. Involuntarily, the young Black’s expression hardened and she stopped walking.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

It seemed something made Narcissa avert her gaze from him and Lucius was pretty sure that she had been admiring him. He filed that little tidbit away for future reference. Maybe she wasn’t so against him as he had thought or as she pretended to be. He had noticed that her cheeks had gone slightly redder before she ducked her head and while she wasn’t looking at him, he raised an eyebrow in surprise. This was an interesting turn of events.

She smiled at him as he mentioned that Slytherin was in their blood. As far as he knew all of his ancestors on both sides had been sorted into Slytherin. Of course, it was possible that maybe a few had been sorted into Ravenclaw, which wasn’t horrible since they were at least intelligent and hard-working. And although he wasn’t an expert on the Black family, he was pretty sure that all of them but Sirius had been sorted into Slytherin. But she seemed rather surprised but pleased when he beamed at her and she smiled again, this one going to her eyes, and Lucius found himself enthralled by the effect her smile had on her, and him as well.

Of course, the sight of her continued biting of her lip made him want to kiss her, and perhaps more than just kiss her. But even though she seemed to be warming up to him, he was pretty sure that if he kissed her now she'd hex him after she had recovered. Because he seemed to recall that she seemed to enjoy their kiss under the mistletoe. Perhaps that could be his goal: get her to the point where she would not mind him kissing her once again under the mistletoe? That seemed like a good goal to him and when he wanted something, he would get it. He did kind of want to ask her why she chose to ask him about Quidditch when she didn’t like but he figured that it was none of his business. Perhaps it would be a question for a later time when he was likely still on her bad list.

Yet she seemed absolutely floored when he was so protective of her, even gaping at him in surprise. His eyes were once again intense and rather honest. "Anything for you, Cissa." He was a bit surprised that he called her that and how easily it slipped from his tongue. He was also surprised by what he just said and he looked at her with wide eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t murder him for saying either of those things.

Her reaction to his story about get his face full of mud and grass was rather adorable and he had this strangest urge to kiss her on the nose, an urge he quelled. What was it about her that made him want to kiss her? Her comments about his adventures while flying made him shrug, though not dismissively. "It hurt like you would never believe but after a while you get used to the pain." And he gave her a grin. "And I don't know how many times I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash to get it clean and get rid of the awful taste." But she suddenly stopped in front of an empty classroom and her face hardened. Lucius looked at her with concern and placed a hand her arm. "Narcissa? Are you alright?"

[narcissa callidora black]

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Narcissa Black’s mind was filled with all things that she would rather not think about. Aside from the inappropriate thoughts she had about Malfoy and his lips, her traitor mind, against her wishes, started to worry about how she must appear to Malfoy now that she was blushing so obviously after just staring at him. It was rare for Narcissa to actually lose control of herself like this as the girl normally had her icy and silent façade to keep her emotions guarded from almost everyone. It was only her sisters and her mother that saw through her most of the time. Narcissa always attributed her family’s sensitivity to her to the fact that they knew her since she was a child. Her eyes caught a sight of Malfoy’s surprised look but pretended to ignore it.

At first, Narcissa honestly thought that Malfoy would be the epitome of her ruin that year. But after their almost friendly exchange, she felt that there was a possibility that she had been wrong about him. She had not imagined that she would find herself actually smiling at him. This troubled Narcissa but she kept her face neutral. What is wrong with me? She kept asking herself as she walked beside him. She did not know if Malfoy was a legilimens but she was glad to be an occlumens. The last thing she needed now was for Malfoy to know that she was… hating him less or assume that she actually crushed on him or something. Which is the truth. A sarcastic voice echoed in her mind. Narcissa suppressed a sigh and told herself over and over again why she hated Malfoy and the first of the number of reasons were: ‘he ruined my relationship with Rupert.’ Her mind froze at that. Rupert turned out to be an actual prat. Maybe Lucius actually did her a favor. You must probably thank him. She thought bitterly.

Narcissa realized she was, more or less, successful in being civil with Lucius. In fact, she actually ended up being softer with Lucius than she would have liked. But, she could not help it. Lucius was surprising her a lot that evening. In the pass ten minutes or so, he managed to make Narcissa feel like she was wrong about him in general. But, Narcissa felt like it was probably one of Malfoy’s games. Her doubts about his sincerity was put into a halt for a while when he fixed her with that intense and truthful gaze of his. His words made her heart flutter in her chest. She stared at him with a mixture of awe and shock. Her neutral expression softening. “You do mean that, don’t you?” She asked before she could think, her tone hopeful and her voice barely above whisper. As soon as she realized what she just said to him, she averted her eyes off his face and kept it focused on the corridor ahead, expression neutral and unreadable, her mind reeling.

They had been talking about his quidditch injuries and she even sympathized with him. When she saw the classroom ahead, whatever Malfoy said was lost on her as it took much effort to not turn around so she would not have to walk pass it. When it came to the point that she was next to it, she ended up pausing in front of it without realizing it. Malfoy’s question snapped her out of her reverie. “Fiiine.” She said in a voice that was very unlike hers. Straightening up, she cleared her throat. “I’m fine Lucius.” She said, feeling traitor tears at the back of her eyes but she blinked them back furiously away. There was no way she was going to let herself cry in front of anyone… let alone in front Lucius Malfoy.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

His mind was still busy thinking of how she seemed to not be as immune to him as she claimed and that perhaps he had an honest chance with her. Of course, he also knew that there were several girls that either wanted him to notice them or he had dated and wanted to get back with them, and they were all honestly confused when this year he had rejected them and unconsciously turned his gaze to his fellow Prefect. So he didn’t notice that she had managed to catch his surprise look but she also didn’t say anything about it. Tonight seemed to be a night of noticing things about the other and not saying anything.

Lucius glanced at her and studied her for a few moments beyond just checking her out, but rather really looking at her. She seemed to be deep in thought but what she was thinking about, he hadn’t the faintest idea. There were times when he thought that being a Legilimens would be highly useful but then again he wasn’t sure he fancied seeing anyone's thought. He had enough troubles sorting through his own thoughts and feelings that he didn’t really want to be burdened with other's thoughts like that.
Although he must admit that he was pleased that she had broken up with Rupert, he couldn’t say that he was pleased with how much blame she seemed to be placing on him. Perhaps some of his actions might have caused them to split but he never directly interacted with Rupert outside of classes. But he needed to get her be able to not think he was a lying bastard before he talked to her about his non-existent role in them separating without the possibility of her murdering him before he could fully explain things to her.

His words about doing anything for her seemed to shock her and perhaps awe her, if he was reading the look on her face right. Her question/statement of him meaning it made him nod and say, "I mean that more than anything." Her voice sounded hopeful and it was rather quiet. She then averted her gaze from and forced it towards the corridor. And if he had any hope, which he didn’t have much of, that she wouldn’t object to it, he might have lifted her chin and kissed her right then and there. But as it was he simply let her think on his words for a bit. "I think you know this, but I like you, Ciss, a lot. More than any other girl I've met or are likely to meet" His own voice was a bit of a whisper but sure and honest, if a bit worried about her reaction to his confession.

He could tell that she wasn’t paying attention to what he said and normally he would be offended but a look on her face told him that she wasn’t being rude and that maybe, just maybe she was upset. Her first answer was very much unlike herself and he knew that she wasn’t fine, despite her assurances that she was just fine. He didn’t believe her but he mostly let it drop. "Do you want to talk about it?" He leaned against the nearby wall, watching her with a concerned look on his face. "Or we can continue on with our patrol? We still have a bit of it left." He didn’t want to rush her but if she wanted to continue on instead of talking to him about it, which he doubted she would, he would do that as well.

[narcissa callidora black]

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With unbecoming thoughts that contradicted her traditional horrible views on Malfoy continuing to buzz in her already quite bewildered mind, she hoped with her entire being that Malfoy would not read the hopefulness in her soft voice. Merlin! If she was astonished at the way their first patrol duty was turning out, it was nothing compared to what she felt about what she just said. Narcissa Black never let herself be in the position of the hopeful, let alone speak in a tone that suggested that. She was enough of a Black to know that it was inappropriate to hope on others. Unfortunately, against her better judgement, she did hope on Rupert and look where it got her. That was her line of thought when she fixed her eyes ahead and honestly hoped he would not answer the hopeful question.

When his answer reached her ears, she had to strongly will herself not to slump her shoulders and sigh. Malfoy must have taken a sip from Gryffindor’s cup of nerve that night. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat at how honest he sounded, but then again, she knew better than to take Malfoy’s words seriously. She had taken Rupert seriously and it did not end well. So this time, she kept her expression guarded for a while and thought before reacting, like a normal Black. After a few minutes of silence she looked up at him and smiled politely but did not dignify his statement with a response.

She continued to walk in silence and it was not long before whatever Malfoy took from Gryffindor that night kicked in big time once and for all. This time, Narcissa was caught off guard once again, after all Malfoy told her what he just did not as an answer to any question from her. She quickly tried to think about his words. Malfoy’s tone sounded like he was being honest but didn’t he always sound that way, when he was playing around with other girls? “Lucius,” She started in a level tone and stopped walking for a while just to eye him as she thought of the best way to put her thoughts into words. “I know and I admit I had been incredibly rude to you at times in the past… and honestly, I think, since we are no longer ordinary students as we are both prefects now, it will be best to put all of that behind us.” She employed her matter-of-factly tone, honest blue eyes fixed on him, too proud to actually apologize. “Truth be told, I do not know exactly what your intentions are at the moment but I think it will be best to keep our… relationship on a professional level.” Once again, Narcissa decided to be honest, started walking again, and found out that it took a surprisingly great deal of effort not to add, ‘…because you of all people would know that I just broke up with my boyfriend.’ in a rather accusatory tone.

She did not notice the look of concern that he was giving her until he finally spoke. “We should go on patrolling.” She said at once, blinking tears back rapidly when he gave her the options, straightened up, averted her eyes from the classroom, focused her eyes on him. Quickly, she pulled herself together, muttering something that sounded ‘stupid dust in my eyes.’ Breaking down was not an option for her anymore as she vowed to herself that Rupert was not worth her tears. And even if it still were an option, she would not allow herself to breakdown in front of Malfoy. She felt her stomach complain again, this time with a bit of pain, as she started to walk and made a mental note to never again miss dinner. She threw Malfoy a glance to ensure that he followed her.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

She seemed to not believe him and usually he would not blame her. He was known for sweet-talking girls to get what he wanted and yet he knew that he could not do it that with Narcissa. She didn’t really like him and likely would not appreciate him trying to sweet-talk her into things. So he stuck with honesty, a trait that was unsurprisingly difficult for him, a true Slytherin. There were times when he doubted that he could be honest even with himself, much less anyone else.

His words about meaning what he said more than anything seemed to surprise her and slightly stun her but she said nothing, simply smiling at him politely. But his honest words about liking her seemed to really catch her off-guard and she said his name before she simply stopped and stared at him. Lucius met her gaze evenly, watching for her reactions to his words. He nodded at her words about being rude to him and that they should put it all behind them. "I agree." Yet he could sense a 'but' in what she was saying. "My intentions are to prove to you that I'm not the bad guy you seem to think I am. But I'll try to keep our relationship professional for as long as you want." He would like to talk to her about what happened to Rupert and for her to get his side of the story. But that could wait.

Narcissa was so caught up in her thoughts that it seemed that she missed his concern. But she simply said that they should continue patrolling. He nodded but also offered, "I'm willing to listen if you ever need to talk." She blinked rapidly, likely to get rid of some tears, which he politely pretended not to see but was still concerned. He gave a slight smile at her muttered words of dust bothering her. He followed after her, wondering if she would ever truly warm up to him. "Are you mad at me still for everything that happened last year?" He was purposefully vague but he figured that she would know what he was referring to and he hoped that she wouldn’t get to upset at him for bringing it up.

[narcissa callidora black]

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Despite not being one of Malfoy’s friends or ex girlfriends, Narcissa Black knew Malfoy enough to honestly not doubt that Lucius would be more than ready to agree at her proposal to forget the past. She knew him enough to be sure that he would be glad to forget about the mountains of rocky rudeness that was their relationship and move forward with their new responsibilities. The truth was, Narcissa always thought that Lucius Malfoy was a born leader and if only he was not the arrogant play boy relationship wrecker that she was certain he was she would have been glad he was made prefect. So, when Lucius expressed his agreement, Narcissa was not surprised at all. She merely nodded in acknowledgement.

What made Narcissa curious about at the moment was Lucius’ response to the second part of her… say… message. This was so because no matter how hard she tried to predict his answer, she came up with nothing. What he said next did not surprise her but made her curious. One of her delicate eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. “When you say you’ll try to keep our relationship professional for as long as I want… you sound like that’s not what you would have wanted.” Narcissa said levelly, her eyebrow still raised. “Are you telling me you are not, at the very least, concerned about our duties as prefects?” Narcissa was not a fool. The way Malfoy talked about his intentions and their relationship, he obviously was either really into her or he just wanted to toy with her; because, there was no way Malfoy was not concerned about his duty as a school prefect.

Narcissa merely nodded at his offer, neither trusting herself enough to open her mouth nor wanting to talk about it. As she walked, Narcissa kept quiet. For the first time since the time she asked him about Quidditch, she did not feel like talking. She wondered what he was thinking about at the moment. Despite the obviousness of her tears, she hoped with her entire being that he did not notice. When he asked if she was still mad at him, she had to stifle a groan. Obviously, Malfoy did not only notice her tears, he probably connected her tears to Rupert. It was not impossible because her meetings with Rupert in that vacant classroom were not that much of a secret. The thought of Malfoy making that connection made Narcissa wish the floor would open to swallow her whole once and for all.

Although it was obvious that she heard his question, Narcissa made no indication of answering him as she walked beside him and worried her lip as she thought carefully. A lot of things happened last year and honestly, she did not even know what to feel anymore. “You know what… No.” She said all of a sudden and glanced at him for the first time since he asked his question. “Want to know why?” She asked rhetorically, determined to erase whatever reason he had to think she was still crying about Rupert. “I’m over Rupert. It’s not like you wrecking our relationship matters to me anymore. And about last Christmas, I guess that was nothing. People do kiss under mistletoes.” She lied smoothly, as usual. ”Anyway, how did you manage to manipulate him to stay away from me? If you do not mind me asking, of course.” She asked, curious and at the same time wanting to preoccupy him enough to take his mind off of asking her about last year.

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[lucius abraxas malfoy]

Narcissa didn’t seem very surprised that he agreed to let everything behind them and essentially start over without all the drama of last year regarding Rupert and the two of them. So she simply nodded in response to his agreement. It did slightly surprise him that she was so accepting of his agreement and didn’t say anything in disbelief.

But she did want to talk about his promise about keeping things professional for as long as she wanted. "To be honest, I do want us to be more than simply fellow Prefects. Friends if that's all you're up for and more if at all possible." He shook his head. "No, I am perfectly able to keep any personal relationship we might have out of our duties. I'm serious about being a Prefect when I am on duty." He wanted more between them than simply co-Prefects: friends if that was what she wanted but he'd prefer more.

Lucius did not expect her to open up to him but it seemed that she was willing to at least consider talking to him about it at some point. They continued their patrol in silence with Lucius occasionally glancing at the girl by his side to see how she was holding up. His question about if she was still mad at him wasn’t ignored, he could see that she heard it, but she apparently needed some time to consider her answer to his question.

But her answer of not actually being mad at him was highly surprising. Hi eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Really?" She asked if he wanted to know why and although his answer was likely unnecessary he still nodded in response. He did frown at hearing that the kiss was nothing because it wasn’t nothing for him. So she did blame him for breaking up her and Rupert and he shook his head, glad that he had the opportunity to explain himself. "I didn't. You might not believe me but I swear I did nothing to him to make him avoid you." He mulled over how much he should he say and decided to just air everything. "He had noticed my asking you out and asked me how I felt about you. I told him the truth that I fancied you but nothing else." He chewed his lip for a moment. "I won't deny that I wasn’t hopeful about you and him drifting apart. But I never did or said anything beyond that I fancied you to him." His eyes were honest and he hoped that she would believe him.