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[lucius malfoy]

"it does seem like it, doesn't it?"

Lucius raised an eyebrow "Do you know exactly what I'm talking about?" he asked rather confused, the job of school governor had just been given to him some hours ago and the news about it would only be out the next day in the daily prophet so there was no way she could know already. What he was trying to say exactly and expected her to be caught unguarded was that his visits to Hogwarts would be extremely frequent and that way they would see much more of each other. Smiling warmly he noticed her flirty expression "I'm going to be the school governor" he stated simply as the old man came and placed the bottle between them and a glass in front of each.

"I know you work at the Ministry, and I've only been told about your..." // "...other reputation. What other dirty little secrets should I be let in on, hm?"

The smile faded for some moments as she referred to his work as a death eater, obviously she would know, she was Bella's sister and if there was something that girl was proud of was to serve the dark lord, but Lucius didn't enjoyed much people talking about it so lightly and outside, the last thing he wanted was to get caught and sent to azkaban "Yep, I work in the ministry and like I said before, I was appointed to a new job" he claimed with a smirk, trying to ignore the fact the girl had almost mentioned the Death eaters "You want dirty little secrets?" resting his ankle on his other leg, the boy leaned back and poured the whiskey inside both glasses with a malicious smile crossing his lips "Well...Seeing you know more about me than I know about you, I guess you should start...and... don't hold back" he claimed before taking his drink to his lips.

[narcissa black]

I know that after tonight
You don't have to look up at the stars

'I'm going to be the school governor.'

For a moment, the clarification Lucius had made stunned Narcissa. It was a momentary state, though just enough for the widening of her eyes to be made obvious. So many questions were running through her head for a moment to the point that she could hardly put them in order from which was more important to which was least. She had been quiet for a little bit, just trying to take in the fact that they certainly would be seeing each other a little more often; she just hadn't expected that he would be at the school in order for that to happen. For some reason, she suspected he would want her to stop by Knockturn Alley more often or something of that sort.

'Well. Seeing you know more about me than I know about you, I guess you should start. And...don't hold back.'

Narcissa's grin returned, and her eyes flickered. "You asked for it," she chuckled, watching as he sipped at his whiskey before picking up her own glass. "Though I can't say I have as many as you do. I'm too young to be as rebellious as yourself." Hell, she was still a virgin, though she had managed to keep herself from the promiscuous side of danger so far. "I've been sneaking out of Hogwarts since my second year, really," she went on, "though I must admit, this is the first time I had anyone catch me." She rose the glass to her lips, and just before she took her own sip, added the words "A round of applause, sir."

Of course, once the liquid had touched her tongue, her face scrunched up a bit. It nearly burned, and had caused her to cringe in discomfort again. If she hadn't been trying to make herself appear casual, her reaction would have been much broader, to the point that everyone would have known this wasn't something she did frequently. "Merlin," she muttered under her breath, setting the glass back down on the table and covering her mouth with her hands. "I see where they got the name firewhiskey from."

[lucius malfoy]

"Though I can't say I have as many as you do. I'm too young to be as rebellious as yourself."

Bitting his lower lip Lucius restrained himself from saying anything, it wasn't a matter of him being older than her, he had done his craziest things during his school years. He had been slytherin Prefect and Head boy but that never stopped him from sneaking out almost every night, if not to meet some random girl than to go down to the three broomsticks and get drunk. Inside classes the young Malfoy looked like the perfect little student, best grades in class, perfect behavior, an A+ student basically, but outside things were extremely different, he made parties inside the slytherin common room, have sex inside empty classrooms and so on. It was a big list of things the boy did but never was he caught.

"I've been sneaking out of Hogwarts since my second year, really," // "though I must admit, this is the first time I had anyone catch me."

Laughing gently he took another sip of his whiskey, the liquid burned his way down his throat but it didn't bothered him at all, he quite enjoyed it "And by the school governor, my my, you're in a lot of trouble little miss" he teased winking, obviously he wouldn't do anything, she was his bride to be and he would never do something like that to a fellow slytherin. If it were a gryffindor, he would take care of his immediate expulsion right away, but this was Narcissa, he would defend her with everything he had if needed. "But is that your dirty little secret?It looks like I got myself a saint" he half teased grinning softly.

"I see where they got the name firewhiskey from."

Lucius watched her reaction and raised an eyebrow, apparently the girl wasn't used to drink at all, the face she made and the hands over her mouth told him that was probably the first time she tried the drink "Maybe it's best If you stick to a butterbeer no?" he asked before taking another sip, If she wasn't used to that type of alcohol there was no doubt she would get drunk after a glass and Lucius never took advantage of a drunk girl, so it would ruin the moment a little.

[narcissa black]

Would you tear my castle down
Stone by stone

After she had recovered from the brief dizziness and the stinging sensation in her mouth and throat, Narcissa actually had to back down on being bold for the first time in her life. She gave a small nod of her head, taking a quiet, deep breath that had remained discreet. "Butterbeer, yes," she sighed quietly, shaking her head and laughing a bit, almost feeling as if that had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her life. It wasn't necessarily a big deal, considering it was only natural that a 15-year old girl couldn't tolerate firewhiskey when it was her first time. She gave the glass a disgusted look before straightening. "I think I'll be waiting a while before I try another one of those," she scowled, folding her hands in front of her again.

Her eyes eventually lifted back to Lucius's face again, thankful to know that she had yet to see two of him. Still, the pain of the strong alcohol was taking a toll on her, and she almost felt as if she would break a sweat any minute. She gathered herself together fairly quickly, however, which was something she was rather good at. She pulled off the same sort of acts all the time - well-behaved during classes, always a bit participant and would raise her hand only to the questions she knew. She had been known to impress the professors at times with the lengthy essays, but they had yet to suspect her as a trouble-maker, even though she was a Slytherin. She didn't want to ruin that reputation. If anyone was to know of her rebellious alter ego, it would be those within her own house, as well as her closest family.

"Not a word to anyone about that, okay?" she murmured quietly, though her plea was accompanied by a quiet, low-toned laugh. "Our dirty little secret."

[lucius malfoy]

"I think I'll be waiting a while before I try another one of those,"

Lucius laughed gently and snapped his fingers with his hand slightly raised in the air "A butter beer" he claimed coldly to the old man that nodded several times moving fast to get the drink he had ordered. "Don't worry, it's not something most people like the first time they taste it. It's something you learn to like" he claimed, just like their marriage basically, If no feelings grow until the day of their wedding, they'll have to learn to like each other and live with each other, it's not what most people would call a perfect arrangement but now, after knowing a little more about Narcissa, he wasn't that worried anymore, this became a lot more simple now that he saw how well they got with the other. It was probably more frightening for the girl due to the age gap between them, he was older, had more experience and basically, he was an adult, but something was telling him she would be more at ease after tonight.

"I started drinking fire whiskey when I was thirteen so I'm rather used to it now" ironically, the one that made him start drinking the strong liquid was his father and his friends. Many parties were held in the Malfoy Manor and being the only son, everyone's attention were on the boy all the time, trying to make him grow faster so he could be a man sooner, his father decided he should join he and his friends for a drink and hear them talk about what was really important (most of the times saying how much they hated mud-bloods).

"Not a word to anyone about that, okay?" // "Our dirty little secret."

Grinning Lucius placed his hand over the girl's hand as the butter beer was served, he gently caressed her skin with his fingers ever so lightly, just enough to feel a tingling sensation "Don't worry, our secret is safe with me" he claimed winking with his so famous charming smile on his lips. The boy was feeling extremely attracted to the girl, not only because of her looks and body but also because of her personality, this was going to be really interesting.

[narcissa black]

Purring so sweetly
Whenever you greet me
But without warning
You're vicious and clawing

Cissa knew she wouldn't remain so bitter about firewhiskey for her entire life. Maybe given a few weeks or so, she'd try another sip and wouldn't have such an alarmed reaction to it as she had this evening. When Lucius stated that it was something one would learn to like, the young girl gave a nod of her head, concluding that he was right. She just needed a little bit of time, was all. "Yes, I suppose so," she agreed simply, looking up as a couple of people slipped out of the pub rather loudly. Typical for elderly beggars. They were so obnoxious.

'I started drinking fire whiskey when I was thirteen so I'm rather used to it now.'

Her jaw dropped. "Thirteen?" she repeated in disbelief. She had supposed that he must have been sneaking around to get that drink, if he got it at such a young age. She laughed and shook her head again. She had been starting to learn a lot of odd thingss about Lucius Malfoy, though it was all fine, in the end, considering that while her visit in Knockturn Alley was in the company of a charming adult, she felt at ease in the end. She could see that their marriage would be much more tolerable at this rate, and perhaps enjoyable as long as things kept going the way were now. For some reason, she half-anticipated he would be a scolding jackass that did nothing but order women around like they were his harlots. Thank goodness she had been wrong. She looked up again as the glass of butterbeer was brought to the table. The man had left as soon as he came, and she grinned at him when his back was turned. He seemed to be intimidated by Lucius, though she could guess why. As she took a glance around the pub, she was already taking a small sip of the butterbeer, which was, in comparison, much easier to handle than the firewhiskey.

'Don't worry, our secret is safe with me.'

She felt Lucius's hand on hers, and her eyes drifted down to his fingers before they met with his cool gaze. Oh yes, she definitely felt that tingling sensation, and it was enough to send a chill up her spine. The experience was delightful. She found him rather attractive as well, almost to the point that she couldn't help but stare for a moment. However, even then, it still felt somewhat strange. Oh, that smile. She would have melted if she was one of those sappy, helpless girls that couldn't control her hormones. Well, she had never been that way before, but a hint of such a side wanted to tear through. She could have sworn that for a few seconds, heat had risen to her cheeks. Was she blushing?

Her eyes drifted back down to their hands, his lightly caressing her own. A smile eventually overtook her lips, and as she straightened, her gaze collided with his yet again. Before she lost herself forever in those eyes, she had to keep a conversation going somehow. "So, you consider me a saint, hm?" she grinned, "if that's how it is, looks like I'll have to work a little harder at bringing out the opposite image. Any ideas?"

[lucius malfoy]

"Thirteen?"

Lucius nodded with a smile "Indeed" the two Black girls wouldn't know what he was talking about and it was rather normal, this normally only happened to boys, there was still going on the idea that women were supposed to be at home taking care of their children while men worked and brought the money home. Lucius didn't share this way of thought but it was true. Therefore young boys were forced to learn adult things that would turned into great men in the future "My father was the one that gave me my first glass of fire whiskey, as strange as it might be" he rolled his eyes with soft smile before taking another sip of his drink.

"So, you consider me a saint, hm?" she grinned, "if that's how it is, looks like I'll have to work a little harder at bringing out the opposite image. Any ideas?"

Lucius watched her reactions to his touch, her expression, her eyes, the slight blushing on her cheeks, all too familiar too him, the young Malfoy was extremely attractive and there was no doubt about that, he knew it and everyone else was well aware of that fact as well. During his school years in Hogwarts, Lucius was one of the most popular students there, even though he was obnoxious and treated most people outside his house with disdain, girls didn't seem to stop adoring him, they would follow him, send little notes and friends asking him if he wanted to date them, it was all very childish, but extremely amusing to him.

Lucius though about her question with a large smirk crossing his lips, did he had any ideas?Hell yes he had, but because of her age he restrained himself from saying any of them. She was fifteen, he was twenty-one, what could they possibly do that wasn't against the law, to him and to her. Even now they were breaking the rules "I can't really think of anything at the moment" he lied while grabbing the bottle in the middle of the table and pouring himself some more whiskey.

[narcissa black]

Romanticide
Until love do me part

There was no doubt that whatever crossed her mind was most likely crossing his. Sure, Narcissa might have only been fifteen going on sixteen, but that didn't entirely mean she was oblivious to what a man thought when questioned in a way that Narcissa had. After she had asked him of his opinions and if he had any suggestions, she realized the possibly responses he could have come up with, most of them being a little scandalous. Was it just her, or was she almost hoping for that?

'I can't really think of anything at the moment.'

Why did she think that was partially a lie? She could've sworn she saw the smallest glint of mischief in his eyes, though she didn't bother to press the subject. "Well then, I guess I'll come up with something one of these days." Her bolder side was starting to shine through a little, which had her blurt out another phrase that she hadn't necessarily thought over twice. Her hormones made her do it. "Looks like I'll have to wait until I'm eighteen before we can really do much, huh?"

As soon as she said it, the color had returned to her cheeks, though that was her only reaction. In hope to cover it up in an act of pretending it never was said, she lifted the glass of butterbeer to her lips, her eyes scanning the wall to her right, acting as if it was the most intriguing thing she had ever seen in her life. Though it wasn't the case - she was merely trying to distract herself, her hand still settled in the same spot on the table, having not even moved for a good while. The waiter returned to refill her butterbeer without question, and she hardly even acknowledged him.

[sunwalker]

Lorelai:
She who sings lures
men to destruction.
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She blinked, her dark robes fluttered around her and she glanced sideways. Her hood was over her head, veiling her face from view. The men, not knowing if she was a woman or a male keep their lewd glances to other who were more obvious to their perception. In her slender arm, draped in black was a woven straw basket. The Slytherin girl glanced to the side, seeing a bar.

No. That is where she not heed to be.

Gliding against the murky grounds, occasionally stepping in puddles, her dark chocolate eyes glistened from the shadows of her baggy hood. She was like a demotor, the way she moved, how she carried herself, her forced raspy breathing to keep others at bay. She was in knockturn for one reason and one reason only, to find a book. Not just any book, she dare not ask her family to find her the guide of the Agaetí Blödhren. The school probably had it bu it was with held from her under the probation is was part of the forbidden book section. Sighing, she pulled out a bottle of hazel nut mixed with beeswax and coated her lips, protecting them from the cold. Glancing back at the pub, Lorelai decided she would like some butterbeer to warm her body. Stepping at the door, her long slender arm reached out as her sleeve draped back. She had grew her nails about a inch out and painted them black.
Twisting the knob, the woman pushed forward. The strong scent of alcohol really made her hurl but she kept it in. Gliding toward the bar, the slytherin grimaced as she sat down. Lowering her hood, the woman revealed her deathening beauty. Her hair was now shining black, the dye had been coated in magic as her eyes were also dark. Her lips painted black with dark make up and light pink blush kissed her high cheek bones. The lewd glances thrown at her were ignored as she ordered a butter beer, somehow she had practice to deepen her voice, making her seem older, her actions and tone familiar with Bellatrix Black.
She saw someone rather familiar in the pub with a older blond and nearly gasp aloud. Her eyes seemed to have played tricks with her, she could have sworn she saw Narcissa Black, in a bar.
Though it may be acceptable for her to go out, to be in such a deranged place like with this whole other obligation but to have a drink with a man that cold be her uncle was abhorred.
She kept her head lowered as the man brought her the butterbeer she requested. Dropping a few sickles into his hand, he walked away, her face burned into his mind.

"Why would a fifth year be doing out here...with a older man for god sakes...and the rumors about me being adulterous was rude..what if miss little Narcissa Black?" She questioned herself before glancing at them again and sipping her butterbeer as if it were tea.