WHO narcissa black and lucius malfoy.
WHEN sunday afternoon.
WHERE the library.
Lucius sat, oddly enough, in an incredibly comfortable armchair in the library. Usually, Lucius wasn't one for sitting or being in the library, but seeing as both of his cronies were sick today, well, he couldn't find anything better to do, really. Besides, he liked reading. Sometimes. He sighed and turned another page in his books, shifting his legs to the top of the table so he could rest his feet on them.
Narcissa was ready to go read her book for a few hours. She didn't often get to read alone, but when she got the chance, she tended to revel in it. She picked the same squishy armchair every time, in a private, secluded spot where she knew no one would find her -- or worse yet, judge her. It was the simple places like this that made Narcissa's day just a little more bearable. She felt like when she read alone, no one could judge her. So she took her battered copy of
Le Petit Prince with her to find her small chair, this time supposing that she should learn the stanzas in French, for she had already memorized them all in English. But someone was in her chair already, and she stopped to glare at whoever it was. His book was covering his face, as well as his feet, so she simply spat out grumpily, "You're in my seat. Get out."
Lucius raised his eyebrow from behind the book, and then set the book down, simply peering at Narcissa.
"Narcissa," he said slowly, her name rolling out of his mouth like it was the only name that was ever meant to. He pressed his fingertips together. "That's an incredibly rude thing to say."
She flinched when she noticed who it was, but Narcissa wasn't going to let it stop her. Lucius did not scare her, she claimed, as he did the other students. She felt an awful sensation in her lungs when he said her name, though she answered him just as languidly. "Lucius," she greeted. "Since when do you care?"
"Since I'm the one your frustration is being directed towards," He answered her with a tilt of his head. "I'll get up, but you have to give me something, darling."
Narcissa wrinkled her nose as if she had smelled something rather disgusting. "I'm not your darling. What do you want?"
Lucius smiled quietly, clasping his hands together. "Well, I don't know. What can you give me, Narcissa?"
She made a disgusted little noise in the back of her throat. "Stop playing this stupid little game and just tell me what you want, Lucius."
Lucius shrugged. "I don't think you can give me anything I want. Therefore, you don't get your chair. Find another place, Narcissa. I was here first."
She narrowed her eyes. "This is
my chair, Lucius."
"No, Narcissa," he said with a considerable amount of malice in his voice. "This chair does not belong to you. You did not buy it and bring it to school. It is for everyone, and I happen to be sitting in it, presently. Deal with it."
"I have been
sitting in that chair for all the five years that I have been here, Lucius," she said, trying to stay calm. "And I haven't sat anywhere else in this library in my five years here. I have clearly broken in
this chair, and you clearly have never sat here before. So obviously, I was here much before you were."
"That doesn't make the chair
yours, Narcissa," he argued. He was beginning to like this. She was certainly entertaining him. "Today, I am here before you are. The past doesn't matter."
She crossed her arms stubbornly. "I
will sit in that chair, Lucius, even if I have to sit on you in order to get it."
Lucius wasn't totally opposed to that idea. "You'll have to do better than that, love. I might just like that. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Well, maybe she would. But she wouldn't say it aloud. "You would not," she hissed. "I'll
bite you if you don't get up. And not in a very nice way."
Lucius actually laughed out loud at that. What a ridiculous thing to say. Narcissa certainly seemed to have more spunk than...any other girl he'd met, really. "That's completely unladylike. I'd have to tell your mother, you know."
She narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't dare. Besides, she wouldn't believe you. Especially since I act like a lady."
Lucius' eyebrow raised again. "I wouldn't dare? You should try me, Narcissa. You'll find that I dare do a lot of things. Your mother would believe me because she's just like everyone else who believes what I tell them."
She raised an eyebrow. "My mother would believe me because everyone believes what
I tell them. At the very least, in my family. I do have some power."
