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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,645
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Earth
Title: Earth
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Romance.
Warnings: None.
Summary: #53 – Earth. The earth would sustain her.
Word Count: 956 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 53 – Earth
It was not much of a secret, as secrets go, but it was hers and she held it close. Narcissa Malfoy liked working with her hands in the garden. The feel of earth between her fingers, grit under her manicured nails, nothing besides earth made Narcissa content.
A true lady would never dirty her hands in the soil, and would never dig about in the earth without gloves…but Narcissa did not like to think of herself as a ‘lady’ when she worked to plant rose bushes, or tulip bulbs, or herbs… Narcissa liked to think of herself as practical, though no one would ever know it. She had been raised to act like a lady, carry herself as if she were royalty. When, in truth, Narcissa wanted to rip off her fancy clothes and run through the rain some days, or throw tea in the faces of the wives of her husband’s ‘associates.’
It was tiring to wear a sour mask of disdain, and it was exhausting trying to sound so disinterested all the time. Narcissa loved her time alone, magicking out of her corsets, pulling off her fancy shoes and stockings, and walking barefoot through the gardens, the earth warm under her feet. Bella had always made fun of her when they were girls, playing in the garden behind their London house…calling Narcissa a tomboy, so uncouth, so unfit to bear such a noble name as Black. Only Dromeda understood…but circumstance had pulled her favourite sister away from her… If only the world was different, if only they could stand on the earth together, not caring what people would say…
“Cissa?”
Narcissa gasped at the sound of her husband’s voice from behind the garden wall. Quickly patting down the soil over one of the jonquil bulbs she had planted. Rising from her knees, she swiped at the grass on her skirt, noticing that she had only succeeded in wiping dirt into the pale blue taffeta of her dress.
“What are you doing?” Lucius asked, amusement clear in his voice.
Narcissa had not heard him come so near, and glancing up, blushed at the smirk on her husband’s pale face.
“I…nothing…” she said, flustered.
“You are planting jonquils…and my, are you ever dirty…” he chuckled, grasping her right hand and lifting it to his eyes.
Narcissa turned her eyes away as Lucius inspected her fingers, her fingernails.
They had only been married a year, and Lucius Malfoy was nearly a stranger to her. The wedding had been some staged affair, the ceremony outrageous, her mother whipping up the correct amount of tears, Dromeda not present…
Lucius had been kind to her when he was near her, but most times he was not. Always busy with one thing or another, and most often with his ‘associates.’
“Your sister and her husband will be over for dinner tomorrow,” Lucius said softly, his fingers sliding over hers.
Narcissa’s breath came out slowly. He was getting his own hands dirty by touching hers, she wondered why he didn’t mind.
“What say you, wife?” Lucius asked softly moving so he stood next to her, his body sliding behind hers, his breath hot on her neck as he released her hand.
“I…” she began, her eyes moving to the grass stains on her skirts.
She could not think. Besides being mortified that Lucius had caught her working in the gardens, his mere presence disturbed her…his closeness.
After one year, they had yet to be intimate. Narcissa lived like a guest in her new home, Lucius not ever touching her when they slept, never initiating anything physical. For several months, Narcissa wondered if he were even interested in her at all. She found Lucius quite handsome, even in school she had admired his fine looks, his intelligence, but even then she never approached him. Now, she was married to him, and she did not know him at all.
“I can tell your mad sister and her predatory husband that we are…indisposed…” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her left ear.
Narcissa shivered, clasping her soil-coated hands before her.
“My lovely wife…” he whispered. “Did you think you could keep me from learning that you have been responsible for planting the lovely flowers in my mother’s dead, chalk gardens?”
Narcissa opened her mouth to reply, but found herself in Lucius’ arms, his mouth moving over hers. She closed her eyes, her dirty hands moving to grasp the front of his white dress shirt. The last time they had kissed…had been their first time.
Lucius was warm against her, his chest wider, his arms stronger than she knew by just looking at him. He held her fast, his tongue swirling about hers, spreading the taste of tea from his mouth to hers. She hummed into his mouth, falling against him, soiling the pristine white of his shirt.
“Did you think I would mind that you planted jonquils here, lavender in the kitchen garden next to the rosemary bush…or the roses?” he asked, after pulling away from their kiss. His grey eyes glittered with mirth. “Narcissus jonquilla, a fitting flower for Lady Malfoy,” he whispered, brushing at a smudge of earth on her cheek.
Narcissa smiled tightly.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Cissa, I am not going to scold you,” Lucius mumbled before pressing a kiss between her pale brows. “The earth you stand upon is yours, you may do what you want with it.”
Her smile released itself, and for the first time, she knew her husband would always see her true face, her true self. In time, she would love her husband as much as she loved the earth, for both would sustain her in the years to come.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Romance.
Warnings: None.
Summary: #53 – Earth. The earth would sustain her.
Word Count: 956 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 53 – Earth
It was not much of a secret, as secrets go, but it was hers and she held it close. Narcissa Malfoy liked working with her hands in the garden. The feel of earth between her fingers, grit under her manicured nails, nothing besides earth made Narcissa content.
A true lady would never dirty her hands in the soil, and would never dig about in the earth without gloves…but Narcissa did not like to think of herself as a ‘lady’ when she worked to plant rose bushes, or tulip bulbs, or herbs… Narcissa liked to think of herself as practical, though no one would ever know it. She had been raised to act like a lady, carry herself as if she were royalty. When, in truth, Narcissa wanted to rip off her fancy clothes and run through the rain some days, or throw tea in the faces of the wives of her husband’s ‘associates.’
It was tiring to wear a sour mask of disdain, and it was exhausting trying to sound so disinterested all the time. Narcissa loved her time alone, magicking out of her corsets, pulling off her fancy shoes and stockings, and walking barefoot through the gardens, the earth warm under her feet. Bella had always made fun of her when they were girls, playing in the garden behind their London house…calling Narcissa a tomboy, so uncouth, so unfit to bear such a noble name as Black. Only Dromeda understood…but circumstance had pulled her favourite sister away from her… If only the world was different, if only they could stand on the earth together, not caring what people would say…
“Cissa?”
Narcissa gasped at the sound of her husband’s voice from behind the garden wall. Quickly patting down the soil over one of the jonquil bulbs she had planted. Rising from her knees, she swiped at the grass on her skirt, noticing that she had only succeeded in wiping dirt into the pale blue taffeta of her dress.
“What are you doing?” Lucius asked, amusement clear in his voice.
Narcissa had not heard him come so near, and glancing up, blushed at the smirk on her husband’s pale face.
“I…nothing…” she said, flustered.
“You are planting jonquils…and my, are you ever dirty…” he chuckled, grasping her right hand and lifting it to his eyes.
Narcissa turned her eyes away as Lucius inspected her fingers, her fingernails.
They had only been married a year, and Lucius Malfoy was nearly a stranger to her. The wedding had been some staged affair, the ceremony outrageous, her mother whipping up the correct amount of tears, Dromeda not present…
Lucius had been kind to her when he was near her, but most times he was not. Always busy with one thing or another, and most often with his ‘associates.’
“Your sister and her husband will be over for dinner tomorrow,” Lucius said softly, his fingers sliding over hers.
Narcissa’s breath came out slowly. He was getting his own hands dirty by touching hers, she wondered why he didn’t mind.
“What say you, wife?” Lucius asked softly moving so he stood next to her, his body sliding behind hers, his breath hot on her neck as he released her hand.
“I…” she began, her eyes moving to the grass stains on her skirts.
She could not think. Besides being mortified that Lucius had caught her working in the gardens, his mere presence disturbed her…his closeness.
After one year, they had yet to be intimate. Narcissa lived like a guest in her new home, Lucius not ever touching her when they slept, never initiating anything physical. For several months, Narcissa wondered if he were even interested in her at all. She found Lucius quite handsome, even in school she had admired his fine looks, his intelligence, but even then she never approached him. Now, she was married to him, and she did not know him at all.
“I can tell your mad sister and her predatory husband that we are…indisposed…” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of her left ear.
Narcissa shivered, clasping her soil-coated hands before her.
“My lovely wife…” he whispered. “Did you think you could keep me from learning that you have been responsible for planting the lovely flowers in my mother’s dead, chalk gardens?”
Narcissa opened her mouth to reply, but found herself in Lucius’ arms, his mouth moving over hers. She closed her eyes, her dirty hands moving to grasp the front of his white dress shirt. The last time they had kissed…had been their first time.
Lucius was warm against her, his chest wider, his arms stronger than she knew by just looking at him. He held her fast, his tongue swirling about hers, spreading the taste of tea from his mouth to hers. She hummed into his mouth, falling against him, soiling the pristine white of his shirt.
“Did you think I would mind that you planted jonquils here, lavender in the kitchen garden next to the rosemary bush…or the roses?” he asked, after pulling away from their kiss. His grey eyes glittered with mirth. “Narcissus jonquilla, a fitting flower for Lady Malfoy,” he whispered, brushing at a smudge of earth on her cheek.
Narcissa smiled tightly.
“You don’t have to hide from me, Cissa, I am not going to scold you,” Lucius mumbled before pressing a kiss between her pale brows. “The earth you stand upon is yours, you may do what you want with it.”
Her smile released itself, and for the first time, she knew her husband would always see her true face, her true self. In time, she would love her husband as much as she loved the earth, for both would sustain her in the years to come.