The Owl and the Pussycat

Wedding Night Recollections.

It was half past one when Lucius and Narcissa thanked the last guests, Molly and Arthur Weasley, for coming and wished them a safe journey home by portkey. Harry and Ginny had put James down for the night at half past eight, one of them frequently excusing themselves from the celebrations at the call of the magical baby monitor in Harry’s top pocket; they were staying the night in one of the guest rooms.

Draco and Hermione had vanished in a giggle fit at midnight – Lucius wishing Draco luck and winking at him as they climbed the stairs.

Narcissa crept up behind him and put her arms around his waist, pressing her cheeks into the heat of his back. “Lets hope he does better than you did on our wedding night…” she chuckled into his soft white shirt, his frock coat long abandoned over the back of a chair in the restored ballroom.

“I’m not likely to forget that am I?” he groaned, she’d never let him live that night down.

“You have to admit, looking back, that it was hilarious!” she scoffed, biting her lip to not burst out laughing, she knew Lucius was still embarrassed, but it was moments like that which made him human.

“Not really, I was so nervous I was almost physically sick…” he began, ticking off the events after their wedding on his fingers.

“That might have been the lobster though, a couple of the guests sent howlers to the catering company, not to mention that your Father refused to pay after he was really unwell.” Narcissa thought, glad she’d had the lamb cutlets at the reception dinner.

“Well, trying to keep my stomach contents down and… other things… up when I was that nervous took some doing…”

“I helped!” she giggled, anyone would think she was a newlywed again with all her sniggers.

“Hmm… you helped too much! I just about lasted thirty seconds!” he grumbled, rubbing his hands over his brows.

“It wasn’t that bad, if anything that was a good thing it was a bit quick, it really did hurt, Lu.”

“Yes, I noticed when your accidental magic shocked me as I was pulling out!” he said, hanging his head as she continued to chuckle.

“Don’t blame me! It was you who went head first into the headboard and broke your own nose!” Narcissa was now at the stage that her sides hurt from laughing.

Lucius turned, a sly grin on his face, but his blissfully happy eyes let down his facial expression. “Are you quite finished laughing at me?” he growled playfully, his voice hitting its lower register as he spoke, “Or am I going to have to prove to you that I am much more… proficient at things now?” he said, rolling up his shirt sleeves as Narcissa saw the sparkle in his eye.

“Lu! No! Behave! Not on the grand staircase!” she tittered, grabbing her dress and dashing up the stairs to their room, her husband giving her a slight head start before dashing after her. His arms wrapped around her waist as they reached the door to their suite; he kissed the back of her neck gently before digging nimble fingers into her ribs.

“Nooooo! Stooooooop! Giiiiive up! Noooo, ssssstop tiiiickling!” she screeched, dropping into his arms as he delighted in his revenge for her laughing at him. She managed to free one hand to tickle him back.

Anyone looking on would not believe their eyes at the former Death Eater and a Lady of such high social standing rolling around on their bedroom carpet tickling each other mercilessly; but the House Elves were used to this and silently closed the door after Felina and Bast retreated for a quieter place to nap.






A/N: Right, task one complete: Destroy the ‘Slytherin Sex God’ reputation of Lucius Malfoy in one fell swoop! Lol!