Pale Elegance
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Birds of a Feather
TITLE: Pale Elegance
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: LM/NB
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I am simply toying with Lucius and Narcissa for my own purposes!
DEDICATION: I dedicate this work to the very sexy, very incredible Jason Isaacs, who is a veritable sex god in his own right, but when he wears that blonde wig - damn! And to all the Narcissas that play with and love my Luciuses... You make playing Lucius a pleasure indeed...
Pale Elegance
Chapter Two - Birds of a Feather
A whispered word. A surreptitious swish of the wand. Instant muck on the path of an unsuspecting student whose next step lands directly in the murky goo. A cry of dismay. A smirk of satisfaction from an apparently disinterested spectator.
Rodolphus Lestrange, arms sprawled indolently across the back of one of the stone benches within the inner courtyard, watched the proceedings with great amusement evident upon his darkly handsome face. Enjoying the spectacle of the disturbance he was responsible for, the cries of annoyance, the foul language and curses vocalized by students who otherwise presented angelic faces to the rest of the world. And for what purpose had he done this, why was he so intent upon this minor bit of mischief and commotion? Was it from sheer boredom and simple malice? Oh no, indeed. It was all done for the benefit of the dark haired beauty who sat beside him, a smug look upon her lovely face. For Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix had known one another since childhood, their families being age old acquaintances, if not even distant relatives, for all of the ancient pureblood wizarding families were related somehow, and knew each other well. Although some were not directly associated with, those families considered to be on the fringe, such as the Weasleys, and the Potters. Or as little as possible, anyway. They had played together as children, and Rodolphus had been thrilled to discover at an early age that the small dark haired girl displayed the same fascination with death that he himself did - and they embarked together upon a meaningful career of killing unsuspecting little creatures wherever they found them - oftentimes torturing them, slowly and ruthlessly, before allowing them the final peace of death. They had been thrilled to end up in the same house when they received their invitations to Hogwarts, and were rarely seen one without the other, boon companions and close friends.
Until suddenly, in their seventh and final year at the school, something happened which changed their relationship forever - namely, Rodolphus became aware of Bella as not just a friend, but as a young woman - and that made all the difference in the world. He had noticed girls before this, surely, had dated a few, once his hormones had kicked in - and he was all too aware that one day he would be given one to wed. But that mattered not to him then, he was out to have fun, and nothing more. But when his inner eye cleared, and he began to see Bella Black in a new light - he found himself quite smitten with her. Did he bother to inform her of this change of heart, ask her opinion regarding him, to see whether his feelings were recipcrocated?
No, of course not. He's a man, isn't he? He continued on as before, however his actions were more possessive than they had been, and woe betide any male who drew near to his Bellatrix - they would find themselves on the wrong end of his wand. And confused as to the reason for it, which only served to enhance his already shady reputation.
Bella was watching his actions with great amusement, his preening for her benefit. She simply ate it up, considered it her due. She loved his attentions, his possessiveness - he was her best friend, after all, had been for years. But she had not failed to notice that the older he grew, the more handsome he became. And Rodolphus Lestrange was very handsome in her eyes. One of these days she might actually let him know that she thought so. But not until she was quite ready.
Her dark eyes took on a mischievous glint as she saw her young cousin approaching, with his three friends. Troublemakers, all of them. Gryffindors and foolishly proud of it. How she despised Sirius for betraying their family, for being so much less than he could be, the pitiful fool. She laid her hand upon Rodolphus' muscular thigh, applying a light pressure to get his attention, and when he turned toward her inquisitively, she murmured, "Do something to those four," her glance indicating the Marauders. He followed her line of sight and smiled, pleased with the way her mind worked. Foolish second years. Still stupid and innocent. Especially these four.
"Your wish is ever my command," he murmured. Let's see, something to get their attention, annoy them, and yet not lay blame upon himself or Bella, simply afford them some amusement. Ah, he had it. First he performed an innocuous sticking charm upon the four clods. And then he hexed open the shoelaces on the trainers of the first one in line - that one, being James Potter - which caused him to trip. Sirius, being directly behind him, was forced to catch him before he fell, and Remus was in the same position, just behind Sirius, latching onto the dark haired boy to balance himself, and finally Peter Pettigrew, bringing up the rear, also had to grab onto Remus for dear life.
Imagine their surprise when they could not unstick their hands from one another, and all four boys found themselves upon the ground, presenting the most amusing tangled image of confusion.
"Hey, watch out, that's me there", "Watch where you have your hand", "Remus, is that you", and "Hey guys garoff me" peppered the air. The four buffoons quickly drew a crowd, which chortled in glee at their helpless antics. Until a particularly intelligent redhead who was passing by, her attention caught by the sound of mischief, summed up the situation and quickly went to the boys' rescue.
"Come Rodolphus," Bella said, "I weary of these children." She waited for him to rise and offer her his hand, and they swept from the courtyard, like a radiant young prince and princess, smirking at the mayhem they left behind.
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: LM/NB
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: shelley_runyon@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I am simply toying with Lucius and Narcissa for my own purposes!
DEDICATION: I dedicate this work to the very sexy, very incredible Jason Isaacs, who is a veritable sex god in his own right, but when he wears that blonde wig - damn! And to all the Narcissas that play with and love my Luciuses... You make playing Lucius a pleasure indeed...
Pale Elegance
Chapter Two - Birds of a Feather
A whispered word. A surreptitious swish of the wand. Instant muck on the path of an unsuspecting student whose next step lands directly in the murky goo. A cry of dismay. A smirk of satisfaction from an apparently disinterested spectator.
Rodolphus Lestrange, arms sprawled indolently across the back of one of the stone benches within the inner courtyard, watched the proceedings with great amusement evident upon his darkly handsome face. Enjoying the spectacle of the disturbance he was responsible for, the cries of annoyance, the foul language and curses vocalized by students who otherwise presented angelic faces to the rest of the world. And for what purpose had he done this, why was he so intent upon this minor bit of mischief and commotion? Was it from sheer boredom and simple malice? Oh no, indeed. It was all done for the benefit of the dark haired beauty who sat beside him, a smug look upon her lovely face. For Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.
Rodolphus and Bellatrix had known one another since childhood, their families being age old acquaintances, if not even distant relatives, for all of the ancient pureblood wizarding families were related somehow, and knew each other well. Although some were not directly associated with, those families considered to be on the fringe, such as the Weasleys, and the Potters. Or as little as possible, anyway. They had played together as children, and Rodolphus had been thrilled to discover at an early age that the small dark haired girl displayed the same fascination with death that he himself did - and they embarked together upon a meaningful career of killing unsuspecting little creatures wherever they found them - oftentimes torturing them, slowly and ruthlessly, before allowing them the final peace of death. They had been thrilled to end up in the same house when they received their invitations to Hogwarts, and were rarely seen one without the other, boon companions and close friends.
Until suddenly, in their seventh and final year at the school, something happened which changed their relationship forever - namely, Rodolphus became aware of Bella as not just a friend, but as a young woman - and that made all the difference in the world. He had noticed girls before this, surely, had dated a few, once his hormones had kicked in - and he was all too aware that one day he would be given one to wed. But that mattered not to him then, he was out to have fun, and nothing more. But when his inner eye cleared, and he began to see Bella Black in a new light - he found himself quite smitten with her. Did he bother to inform her of this change of heart, ask her opinion regarding him, to see whether his feelings were recipcrocated?
No, of course not. He's a man, isn't he? He continued on as before, however his actions were more possessive than they had been, and woe betide any male who drew near to his Bellatrix - they would find themselves on the wrong end of his wand. And confused as to the reason for it, which only served to enhance his already shady reputation.
Bella was watching his actions with great amusement, his preening for her benefit. She simply ate it up, considered it her due. She loved his attentions, his possessiveness - he was her best friend, after all, had been for years. But she had not failed to notice that the older he grew, the more handsome he became. And Rodolphus Lestrange was very handsome in her eyes. One of these days she might actually let him know that she thought so. But not until she was quite ready.
Her dark eyes took on a mischievous glint as she saw her young cousin approaching, with his three friends. Troublemakers, all of them. Gryffindors and foolishly proud of it. How she despised Sirius for betraying their family, for being so much less than he could be, the pitiful fool. She laid her hand upon Rodolphus' muscular thigh, applying a light pressure to get his attention, and when he turned toward her inquisitively, she murmured, "Do something to those four," her glance indicating the Marauders. He followed her line of sight and smiled, pleased with the way her mind worked. Foolish second years. Still stupid and innocent. Especially these four.
"Your wish is ever my command," he murmured. Let's see, something to get their attention, annoy them, and yet not lay blame upon himself or Bella, simply afford them some amusement. Ah, he had it. First he performed an innocuous sticking charm upon the four clods. And then he hexed open the shoelaces on the trainers of the first one in line - that one, being James Potter - which caused him to trip. Sirius, being directly behind him, was forced to catch him before he fell, and Remus was in the same position, just behind Sirius, latching onto the dark haired boy to balance himself, and finally Peter Pettigrew, bringing up the rear, also had to grab onto Remus for dear life.
Imagine their surprise when they could not unstick their hands from one another, and all four boys found themselves upon the ground, presenting the most amusing tangled image of confusion.
"Hey, watch out, that's me there", "Watch where you have your hand", "Remus, is that you", and "Hey guys garoff me" peppered the air. The four buffoons quickly drew a crowd, which chortled in glee at their helpless antics. Until a particularly intelligent redhead who was passing by, her attention caught by the sound of mischief, summed up the situation and quickly went to the boys' rescue.
"Come Rodolphus," Bella said, "I weary of these children." She waited for him to rise and offer her his hand, and they swept from the courtyard, like a radiant young prince and princess, smirking at the mayhem they left behind.