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undxraviolxtmoon:

Severus hadn’t realized he’d found himself in the flower shop but he’d been unusually distracted lately. His brain had far too many things happening inside it all at one time. Marry Doe was the loudest, followed by formulas for potions and spells, formatting a school book properly. He needed to ask some people, ask some questions, set up appointments - the proper herb would be wormwood, crushed, under a full - Marry. Doe. The fragrant scent of something like green tea and calla lilies hit him in the nose, bringing his attention round to where he was exactly. Why was he there? Someone was speaking to him as well. Something about bad manners. He blinked multiple times before he registered the voice and what exactly was said. 

“Lucius! I do apologize. I hadn’t realized..” he trailed off to find clutched in his own fist was a mixture of flowers, and he was rightly confused about the arrangement until he remembered he had come in here to get some for the girls of the house. He knew Doe wasn’t the most keen on flowers, but the other ladies would appreciate them. He also had to break the news to Doe that he would be moving into Reggie’s house soon. That shouldn’t be an issue, though. “Are those for Narcissa? How is she doing after…” he knew he wouldn’t have to finish the sentence. The death of Druella had been a shock to everyone, especially seeing as nearly everyone had attended that party.

           He whirled around in a flurry of black robes, ready to chew out whoever moved behind him not thinking it would be a familiar face.  It was more than that, it was a friendly face and one Lucius was happy to see. “Severus.  It’s good to see you,” he smiled, clapping his hand on the other’s shoulder.  Bad manners could be forgiven when it was for a friend. Since Hogwarts, Lucius had always felt a need to look out for him even if he had never needed it.  The florist came back in that instance and he returned his attention to her, passing over a few gold galleons for the flowers. 

“They are for her, yes.  I think she is okay but we haven’t really talked about it.” He said, looking a little sheepish. It was hard to know what to say or what he could do to comfort her. Having never really lost anyone, he didn’t know how to deal with loss or how others mourned. “To be honest, I’m not sure what to say.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. His eyes fell to the flowers in Severus’s hand and he raised a bro.  “That’s for your girl then? Doe, wasn’t it?  You might want to add some lilac.” He added.  Not that he knew a lot about flowers, only what his mother had taught him. He did know that they smelt nice and were pretty, what else was there to flowers anyway.

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marygreermacdonald:

Perhaps it was out of place of her, or maybe it wasn’t. She didn’t know. As she clutched the flowers in her hands, her heart thumped a little bit faster. Maybe it was a very bad idea. Maybe she should just turn around and put the flowers back. She could leave the store as if she’d never been there? No one would know. “No, don’t be stupid, Mary” she muttered almost inaudibly to herself. They were just flowers. And it was a nice gesture. A really nice one. And it would be entirely out of character of Mary not to do something like this. 

White and light red carnations sat mixed amongst a smattering of wild daisies within Mary’s hands. She just hoped they were nice enough. Special enough. Maybe they’d lift spirits? Maybe they’d… would they make a difference? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t like walking past Mrs. Pettigrew’s room at St. Mungo’s and not seeing fresh flowers every day. Not when Peter tried so hard to make it a positive place for her. 

The witch in front of Mary stepped out of the line, checking the time on her watch. She muttered something inaudible before walking out, leaving the plotted flower in her hands on the side. Without looking up Mary took a large step forward, perhaps too large as she stepped right into the personal space of the man before her.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” she muttered quickly, a pink tinge coming to her cheeks. She looked up with a bashful smile. The smile faltered almost immediately at the realisation of who it was in front of her. She felt her heart pick up speed. Her palms became sweaty, a numbness threatening to spread up her legs. With wide eyes, she took a step backwards, looking away from the man instantly. Although she wasn’t particularly frightened of Lucius Malfoy, she knew he knew her tormentor and what he’d done. And she knew his views of muggleborn witches.

         He had little care to see who was in his way though Lucius had always cared about manners.  When he turned to see the young woman, his eyes narrowed with recnognition.  The girl wasn’t entirely familiar but from the look on her face, she knew him.  His lip curled into a sneer as he took a step to the side.  “ At least you have enough manners for that, ” he murmured, waving for her to step forward and be served.  The florist hadn’t returned with his flowers but he wouldn’t stand in the way for another customer. 

Lucius supported the wizarding community so long as they weren’t her type.  “You’re awfully jumpy for buying flowers.”  Not that he cared.  There were many death eaters who didn’t have control of what they did, they were reckless and caused fear among the community.  That wasn’t Lucius’s position, he was a public face that kept up appearances.  

“Enough with the doe eyed look, no one believes it.”  He sounded bored as he looked down at his nails, inspecting them with more curiosity than they deserved. “You must be a mudblood otherwise you wouldn’t be so jumpy.”

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He had been noticeably absent since the death of the matron Black.  As was required, he attended the funeral and held Narcissa’s hand when all eyes were on them and avoiding Andromeda the best he could.  Aside from that, Lucius had felt at a loss of what to do to help the situation.  As he had both parents, he did not know how to deal with the loss of a parent.  It had been too long since he had done something for his fiancee and that was why he found himself in Floriblunders Florist, picking out an arrangement.

Pulling together a mix of white and purple flowers, he had placed them on the counter for the florist to put them together.  It was only then he was aware of a presence behind him and he started, stepping aside quickly.  “You shouldn’t sneak up on people, it’s bad manners.”

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Seven Minutes In Heaven

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN - NUMBER GENERATED 6: Pinned-against-wall kiss

                     HE SNEERED AT THE implication that he wasn’t equipped with the right sized testicles if he did not participate in the childish game of seven minutes in heaven.  The part was below him in the first place, he was there merely to observe and perhaps scout out some recruits for the Dark Lord.  Instead he found drunken, useless buffoons that he would dare present to his lord. 

He couldn’t remember who had dragged him into a spot on the couch, shoving a cup of cheap beer into his hand, but once he did, he would kill them.  Apparently as the newest member of the circle, he had to spin first and so he did.  He watched the bottle go and go until it slowed.  For a moment he thought he would have to kiss some mudblood girl but the bottle moved just a little further.  Bollocks.  If given a choice, he would pick the mudblood over Evan Rosier in a heartbeat. 

With his hesitation came the accusations that his manhood wasn’t ready for this challenge.  Another person on the to kill list, he decided.  The cup of beer seemed appealing now as he gulped down the luke warm beer and lead the way to the small cupboard, only stopping to hold the door open for Evan to follow after.  “Trust me, I don’t want to be in here with you either.” He said, trying to silence the string of never ending complaints. 

It didn’t work.  And the complaining continued for another minute, he had decided to time it. “Will you shut up?” He muttered but then he just kept on talking.  And talking.  Lucius had never been claustrophobic but stuck in that small space with someone so irritable, he was beginning to rethink that.  When the clocked ticked over to three minutes, he heard someone yell from outside that there was too much talking going on. 

“Will you just...” he was cut off but Lucius had finally had enough. His hands went to Evan’s throat, pushing him back into the wall and quickly silencing him with his lips.  It was nothing nice, teeth catching lips as he forced the other into silence with his tongue.  The uptight persona dropped away as he let himself forget that this was Evan Rosier and that they were in a cupboard and just kissed him. 

A knock echoed in the small room and Lucius pulled back enough, stopping only to pull Evan’s lower lip with his teeth.  Glancing down at the other, he loosened his hand from his neck and stepped back, a smug smile on his face. “Don’t look so disappointed, Rosier.  It’s okay to want me.”

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HP Marauder Headcanon:

As was the custom within her family, Narcissa Black was forced to marry Lucius Malfoy almost as soon as they finished school. The first few years were rocky, and Narcissa was still a bit naive and hopeful she wouldn’t have to be stuck in a loveless arranged marriage for the rest of her life. Secretly, she wanted to be loved the way her sister, Andromeda, loved Ted Tonks and vice versa, but with each passing year, Narcissa lost that hope little by little. Several years into their marriage and four years after Draco was born, however, Lucius confessed to loving her for the first time.

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regulcs-black:

Regulus answered to Lucius and because of that there was a healthy amount of fear for the older man as he approached the Malfoy Manor. He couldn’t stop his hands from visibly shaking, knowing that if he did something wrong that it would be reported up and there was little room for error among the ranks. He was going to need a smoke after this conversation. His hand knocked against the door, shuffling on his feet before shoving his hands in his pocket as though to hide the sweaty palms.

At the opening of the door he greeted the house elf and asked for Lucius to be lead into what he could only assume was one of many foyers in the home. “Hey, sorry to bother you at home but I was wondering if you had a moment to talk?” He grimaced, wondering if he had already heard through the grape vine that he hadn’t returned to Hogwarts and if he hadn’t it was quite obvious now.

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When the doorbell rang deep within the house, Lucius had waved off one of the house elves to answer it. He was buried deep in scrolls, answering queries and organising the ‘next step’ of plans that were just starting to be set into place. The familiar voice, asking for him, echoed down the wide hallway to Lucius who got to his feet to greet him.  He had been wondering how long it would take for Regulus to come around and check in. There had been some leniency given considering the loss of a family member and everything else that was going on.

It was the fact he ran off with Evan Rosier that really concerned him. Most of what Lucius had to say could be expressed with a simple raise of a brow as he greeted the youngest Black.  “Regulus. Good to see you made it back in one piece.” They didn’t need to exchange words for Lucius to know what this was about but he’d play along and pretend anyway. “Yes, lets go into the parlor.  Dobby, bring us some afternoon tea.” 

Leading the way through large ivory doors, he opened the room up to Regulus, waving towards the seating in the middle before taking a seat himself. “Now, what is it you wish to discuss?”

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caveatmortum:

Bellatrix raised a brow, watching him snarl at her was almost amusing. Then again, it was hard not to enjoy his spitting. When Lucius got up in arms it was one of her favorite things, after all he got so uppity and it was a dream to watch. His comments did nothing but make her smile, her head canting to the side as she watched him. Ah then. Her smile curved even more, watching him try to salvage his pride was always fun. Then again when she spoke it lacked venom, “The fact of the matter is Andromeda left, but I am trusting you with my baby sister. Trusting you, Lucius. If I didn’t think you were worthy of her I would have done everything in my power to make sure that you didn’t get within five feet of her let alone marry her. I’ve always jabbed at your pride is it really making you so wary after all this time that you’re going to retreat?” It was about the only thing she could say, honest at least as he looked more annoyed than anything else. “Well not really, you need the last word. I don’t mind standing here and arguing the finer points of just about anything Lucius.” She was more than happy to spit and snarl right back at him, but she was calm now. She was really going through enough, she didn’t need to pick a fight with Lucius. Again. They were always picking fights.

      They had spent years at each others throats at Hogwarts and it never really changed.  They could fight and argue about menial things until the end of time. In his own frustration, he had forgotten that it was how they worked. Though he wouldn’t apologise, he did feel the anger seep out as they stood  there. Above all, he knew that Bellatrix’s trust meant something. Even through Lucius’s anger and frustration, he knew to take this moment of peace between them and not start a brawl with his soon to be sister in law. “We all enjoy the last word, Bella.  And you rarely let me have it.” He smiled meekly, trying to convey his version of an apology without having to say the words. It was a bitter pill to swallow when he knew Bellatrix was right and that he should at least be amicable. He took a step forward, moving past her once again. “Alright, lets go meet your little monster. I mean beautiful child,” he corrected.

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oceaneyesrosier:

Evan had disliked Lucius since he was a child, after seeing how he was treated by his parents, and really he could have gotten over it but with the promise of marriage to Andy, and then subsequently Narcissa, his hatred of the man grew. “If your intent is to get them to listen, you should really work on better insults. Possibly gather better information to find out exactly what might hurt them. Just a bit of advice from one snake to another,” his words had an edge, as they often did when around the pale haired weasel. “If I were to insult me, I would say something regarding my fashion sense, or my ability to perform in the bedroom. Tell me Lucius, has Narcissa noticed the discoloration around..” he gestured to Lucius’ crotch, “might want to have that checked.” 

He had always known the other felt contempt for him. Somewhere between the betrothal to Andromeda and the time they joined the ranks of the Deatheaters that dislike had grown into hate. Unfortunately for Evan, Lucius still didn’t care what the other thought of him or what he thought Lucius should do.  “That would mean I would have to care what they think of me and I assure you, I don’t.”  Lucius cared for his reputation and a public appearance but beyond that, he didn’t deal with the opinions of those below him.  Sensing the goad, he only smirked.  “Trust me, Narcissa has no complaints about what she sees.”

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What are you scared of?

TELL THE TRUTH, LUCIUS.

     “My father.”  The answer came too quickly that he wishes he could take the words back and swallow them. “I’m not scared of him, per se. I’m scared that I’m going to be the disappointment he thinks I am.”

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Did you love Andromeda?

TELL THE TRUTH, LUCIUS.

        Despite the urge to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, its still a question that the wizard needs to ponder.  “Yes,” he says, initially thinking that he had been in love with her but it’s not quite true.  “Perhaps not in the same way you do but I cared for her and…” he hates the words coming from his mouth.  They mar the future he has with Narcissa and the past.  “I would have protected her, I would have made sure she had the world if she asked for it. That’s what I’ve always believed love was.”

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Do you hate me?

TELL THE TRUTH, LUCIUS.

          The question baffles him momentarily, not only because it’s asked but because the answer doesn’t come easily.  Does he hate him because he is a mudblood or because of what he did to him?  The embarrassment that this muggle born had caused was still affecting him now.  The taunting and insults had tarnished his reputation.  “ Yes.  I hate you. ”  He hates him because of what he was and of what he did.

“ I don’t hate you for loving her.  I understand that but you did so at the expense of my reputation and that I can’t forgive.”

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— and narcissa, proud, arrogant, elegant narcissa, who could shatter the world with one scathing look, turned to lucius with a look in her eyes that said: i will be weak for you alone. 

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narciisssablack:

Narcissa was honestly surprised by Lucius. It wasn’t entirely fair to be surprised that he wanted to help her with this, she didn’t know him as well as she would like, and well, he hadn’t shown that he didn’t want to help. But her mother had insisted that planning the wedding was her job, it was women’s work, and to leave Lucius out of it. So she had never really given him the chance or the choice to get involved. She was pleased, however, that he did seem open to helping her plan the wedding. She honestly needed help, and she would have gone to Bella with this, but she was so busy with Ursa, and she didn’t want to bother her. She needed this time to bond with her daughter.

It frequently crossed Narcissa’s mind that all eyes were on her. Would she run away like her sister had? Or would she stay? What kind of wife would she be? There were so many questions that people had about her, and her mother seemed to like reminding her of them. In so many ways she felt like she was expected to fix the damage that Andromeda had brought to the family, and while she would never complain about it because she wanted to please everyone, it just brought all this stress with it.

“Thank you,” She said as she watched him from her spot at the kitchen table as he got the kettle on and not for the first time, she realized that she wanted to be happily married, she didn’t want her parents relationship. And if that meant that they both put in equal work than she would do it. “Perhaps this is the key to a happy marriage,” she said, looking to him. “But regardless, I would like that….I’d like to do this together,” she told him. Narcissa had never said it out loud, but now that she had, she realized just how true that it was. “I don’t even know where to start,” She admitted. “It’s all just so overwhelming. The guest list is planned, but there’s seating arrangements to do, invitations to send out, decorations to pick and color schemes to plan. It all seems equally stressful and important. I don’t know where to start.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the proper thing for the husband-to-be to do. Lucius had never seen any man get involved in the planning of their weddings. His father would likely consider it a waste of his time but it was their marriage, it seemed only right that they be part of the planning process. Their wedding was already being talked about by all corners of the community. The rumors about Lucius and the split from Andromeda was enough to give him a headache. His father would never let him back away from a deal as advantageous as this, a marriage to a Black had been written for him since he was born. 

It was no secret that Narcissa’s family needed the marriage as well. The wedding needed to go off without a hitch for appearance sake. All eyes were on them, they needed to be the perfect happy couple that was expected. The pressure weighed heavily on both of their shoulders but it seemed Narcissa was taking the brunt of it with the planning. Whilst there was no ease of comfort just yet, he found himself warming to the idea of a marriage with Narcissa. Her smile made him smile and though, he didn’t know much about marriage, happiness was important.

“Communication?” he mused. It seemed true. His father made the majority of the decisions in the house and everyone was miserable. “I’d like for us to have a happy marriage. I think open communication can only help us.” Maybe it would have helped him understand Andromeda. As the water came to a boil, his wand beckoned the kettle closer to fill both of their cups with hot water. “Have you got the list with you?” he asked,  bringing over both cups and took a seat opposite. “I think family is to sit together, or as close as they can manage to be. And I’ve got some insight of who hates each other and who doesn’t.” It wasn’t much but at least they could figure out who not to sit next to each other. “If the invitations are made, I can drop them at the post office on my way to work. And colours... well, what’s your favourite colour?” 

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caveatmortum:

For all the mirth in her eyes his comment had her tilting her head to watch him, she hadn’t actually thought about how Andromeda’s leaving had hurt him. If it had hurt him at all, clearly she’d been mistaken in that. Something in his body language screamed it. He was going to be her brother in law and really? Despite all of their arguing over the years for whatever reason they had never actually hurt one another. The banter deflected just as quickly as anything else, but it was then that her face darkened. He hurt, she was unsure of if she was willing to share her own pain or not but her gaze and face darkened a bit. “She ran away from all of us. But me and Cissy and Evan– she left us all behind without even a glance. It wasn’t just you she left, remember that.” If it actually hurt him she was a bit sorry for it, but the fact that she had been wounded as well made her tone sharp as she turned back, a smile flying across her face as if it hadn’t just darkened into something else. “Good then, I won’t need to kill you or let Evan do it. So where is your mother’s sitting room I haven’t been in this place since I we were fourteen.”

       “Yes, she did and that is your sister’s fault. Not mine. I’m tired of being blamed for it.” Whilst he had cared for Andromeda, and hadn’t understood her motives, it wasn’t his choice. The threats rolled off his back, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t heard before. Apparently the Malfoy name meant nothing anymore, it didn’t matter that he was of a high political stance and the Dark Lord’s right hand man, everyone could threaten him with murder and poke at his pride. Still, he managed to be polite because that was what was expected of him. “Down the hall and to the left. I’ll leave you to it because for now, I think I need to get to work.” He stood with his arm out, showing the way. “But before I depart, I’d like to remind you. I don’t need this marriage. It’s your family name that has been tarnished, not mine. I could marry whoever I like but I’ve chosen to stick with this agreement between our family’s and marry your sister.” Lucius found himself wary with the threats and insults. There were many women who would love to marry him but he was choosing Narcissa. 

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