[WHO?] Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.
[WHERE?] Malfoy Manor
[WHEN?] Backdated to about a day ago.
[WHY?] Romantic evening for the Malfoy's. Lucius hopes to attempt something.
[RATING?] Maybe
NC-17, we'll see.
Lucius Malfoy walked out of the Ministry of Magic and smirked. It felt good to be a pureblood. He had his social standings and his lovely wife and a life he was securing every single day. He smirked as he saw the mudbloods line up to get that bloody tattoo that he would never have to have. With a loud crack he apparated home without a single qualm, landing in his drawing room. He hadn't done so intentionally but shrugged for a moment and saw a house elf approach him with his nightly scotch. The one thing he bought muggle and would never admit it was his scotch. Johnnie Walker Blue, he thought to himself and took a sip. Damn, that was good. He scowled down at the house elf. "Is everything prepared for tonight?" The house elf bowed and nodded and Lucius cuffed the nuisance out of the way.
Taps of his dress shoes were heard echoing as headed towards the dining hall. "Narcissa? Are you ready for dinner?" The formal Lucius Malfoy would never be seen in anything less than work robes for dinner even if it was his own home. His eyes looked around trying to spot his beautiful wife and frowned when he heard no response from her. He continued to go to the dining room, perhaps he would find her on his way. Another call was issued, "Narcissa...love?" The one pet name Lucius had for the mistress of Malfoy Manor. His ice blue eyes focused on her as she finally made herself known. "There you are. Are you ready?" He extended his arm gracefully and proferred it to her.
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