The Three Keys

A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, just my Laurel,her family and any other characters that you've never heard of before.

A/N:SPECIAL NOTE - This IS an adult site, nevertheless, I still feel compelled to advise you there are scenes of a sexual nature in this chapter. If for some reason you are offended - please skip it and move to the next. Thanks.

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CHAPTER 8 – LUCIUS AND NARCISSA

Lucius Malfoy arrived at Malfoy Manor with a loud swoosh as he apperated in and looked around his entry hall. The walls were dark oak paneling and the floors gleamed black and white marble squares. Ornate paintings of all the Malfoy clan lined the ample walls and they took turns shouting out greetings or jeers, depending on which ancestor Lucius passed.

He strode down the hall leading toward his study and bellowed “NARCISSA!”

Instantly a house elf appeared at his side, “Master! It be so good to see you Master!” squeaked a smallish female elf.

Lucius strode to his study ignoring the creature. “NARCISSA!” he yelled again. “Where is Lady Malfoy?” he demanded to the small elf that had trailed in behind him, shoulders hunched together, eyes and ears cast down.

“Master, Lady Narcissa is out in the garden sir.” The house elf bowed low. “Can I be getting the Master anything?” she asked hopefully.

Lucius looked at the creature now and for the life of him could not remember what its name was? Do they actually have names, he mused? “You can get out of my way.” he said imperiously as he swept by giving her a hard kick as he passed. She squealed in pain and Lucius grinned...’It’s good to be home.’

Lucius walked onto the large stone patio that flanked the manor and overlooked the gardens, he found Narcissa there sitting at an elaborately spread, large round table. She was sitting alone, goblet in hand and didn’t break her gaze from the garden as he came up to stand beside her.

Lucius stood silently beside her, arms folded over his chest, his black cloak flapping and billowing in the afternoon breeze, waiting for his wife to acknowledge his presence.

Finally she turned her face up, eyes flicking over him, as if gauging an opponent. He looked like some ridiculously handsome villain from a romance novel, she thought, with his shoulder length, platinum blond hair blowing about his face, cool grey eyes looking into hers, bored and slightly amused, strong jaw and set arms crossed over a broad chest, his long legs spread firm and planted solid on the ground. He could be captaining a pirate ship off some tropical port…’I wish he was’ she thought.

Narcissa finally managed a bored “Hello Lucius darling, back so soon?”

Lucius gritted his teeth and answered in a mocking, sweet voice “I’ve been gone for almost a month my love. Is that still not long enough for you?”

Narcissa rolled her eyes at him and turned back to the view taking a sip from her goblet. “Lucius,” she said sweetly, “you know anytime you are away from me, my heart aches until you are back by my side.”

Lucius’ eyes narrowed, “Narcissa, my love, clearly you’ve been drinking again.” he drawled.

Narcissa was already feeling tipsy, she had started drinking rather early today. She was not sure why she had had a feeling of dread knotting at the pit of her stomach when she got up this morning…now she knew. She raised her glass to him, eyes fixed firmly ahead of her and took another long sip sighing, “Ah Lucius, as always, you have a flair for stating the obvious.”

Lucius sighed, he was impatient and wound up from his visit with the Dark Lord. He needed to work off some steam and could think of nothing more at the moment than getting between a soft pair of thighs, and since he had no desire to pay for that sport today, his wife would do just fine. He leaned forward, refilled her goblet and began stroking the nape of her neck idly with his fingers. He felt her stiffen instantly and grinned broadly, Lucius knew what Narcissa liked….He knew very, very well, he just didn’t care what she liked or needed.

What he needed right now was her. But, he knew she would refuse him if he didn’t take a little time with her now since their last words had been rather unpleasant. And, more than wanting a willing bed partner, which he did, he needed her help with more than extra-curricular activities….but that would come later.

Lucius hands traveled slowly to her shoulders and began massaging them gently, working at the knots with tender persistence, he worked his way to her upper arms, waiting for that signal, a soft sigh…ah yes, moving now he slowly reached over and grazed her nipples through the sheer material of her long gown. He was pleased to feel them harden instantly at his strokes.

It had always been this way with them…The sexual chemistry between them could light up an entire muggle city block, but to say there was anything more to their union would be a lie. There could have been more, so, so much more, once long ago, but Lucius put it all aside because of his insatiable thirst for power. After all the years of deception and hatred he had bestowed on her, the damage was done. Yet still this part of their marriage remained, as it had been for so many years, the only outlet for them to express emotion to one another.

He leaned forward and took the glass out of her hand and leaned her back against the chair, her head resting against his hips as he continued stroking her and slipped his hands beneath her dress. She moaned now, a soft resigned moan, (it had been so long since he had touched her.) She hated Lucius, but couldn’t deny her passion and desire for him and at this moment she needed him. Her body wanted Lucius and Narcissa was never good at denying whatever her body wanted when it came to Lucius.

He knew every spot to touch, every place to make her body jump and quiver, it gave him a hot satisfaction to know he could make her weak still, with just the touch of his hands. He was ready now and grabbed her up from her chair and smashed his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue in and out with urgency and desire. She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded with fever, matching his kisses and pressing her body against his.

Their hands were everywhere, passion growing faster and stronger, knowing the pleasure and release they gave each other. He ripped his cloak off his shoulders and tossed it to the ground and immediately pushed her onto it. She looked up at him with hot eyes, one shoulder bare the strap of her dress falling down her arm, exposing a full, pink breast, her chest heaving..."Here?” she breathed.

He dropped on top of her, pushing her down onto the cloak, hardly making the hot, unforgiving stone beneath easier to lay on and raked her gown up around her hips. Lucius said nothing, just groaned when he saw she hand nothing on under her gown and plunged his fingers deep into her, stroking and pushing against her, then taking his fingers out long enough only to rub and circle her nub before starting up his needy assault again.

Narcissa forgot her objections of being out in the open, forgot in fact that their son was home, somewhere in the house and that house elves were lurking nearby…she lost herself in Lucius, arching her back and giving him full access to his roving hands. She reached up now and yanked at his shirt, freeing his belt and buttons on his pants, pulling them down slightly and freeing his long swollen member, his breath was a harsh rasp against her neck as she stroked him.

“Narcissa!” he growled and pushed her down again, pulling her pale legs apart and thrusting deep inside her without hesitation. She gasped at the force but welcomed it; it was a bittersweet reunion. His thrusts were long and untamed and she moaned loudly beneath him, clutching at his waist and writhing against him. Her sounds of pleasure made him groan and he was almost driven over the edge just by the way her breath hitched and the feel of her taut nipples rubbing against his chest, even through the material of his silky shirt. Narcissa thrust with wild need against his hips and wrapped her legs around his, their bodies falling into motion as he took her higher and higher on a wave of desire.

It wasn't long before Narcissa felt the familiar quiver deep inside her as her fulfillment was beginning. Moments later she was clutching frantically at his arms, and her scream of his name “Lucius!” shattered the peaceful quiet of the garden around them. Shaking and breathing hard Narcissa lay back down fully on the cloak, her eyes fluttering shut in shame. She had succumb to him again. So easily. Always so easily.

Lucius' release followed quickly after and he collapsed sated for the moment, laying his weight on her completely before rolling over and closing his eyes against the sun on his face.

“Now that’s a befitting welcome home wife,” he drawled lazily.

“Lucius!” she gasped, “You’re the devil! I despise how you make me feel.”

“Yes,” he said casually, “I can see that clearly.”

Narcissa heaved a disgusted sigh and moved to get up – Lucius’ arm snaked out lightning quick however and pulled her back down on top of him.

“Going so soon my wife? We have not had a moment like that in quite a while.”

“Whose fault is that?” Narcissa said icily.

“Narcissa..” he chided, “Why dwell on yesterday, when right now is so much more enjoyable.” Lucius' hands slid over her bottom and legs, squeezing and stroking her as his eyes roamed lustily, taking in her flushed beauty.

She pulled his hands away, yanked herself up off of his tempting body and stood glaring down at him. “Why don’t you go find one of your many concubines to fill in the rest of your afternoon?” Narcissa screamed, suddenly very angry.

Lucius sighed exasperated. “Because Narcissa, believe it or not I actually missed my wife and son and wanted to be with my family today.” He realized the moment was gone and began buttoning his pants as she continued to glare at him.

“Humph!...Likely story!” Narcissa hissed.

Lucius stood easily and swooped his cloak in his arms looking casually around. “Where is my son?”

Narcissa’s body was beginning to come off the sexual high Lucius always gave her and she was angry. Angry at him for so flagrantly cheating on her (She was Narcissa Black Malfoy after all – a legendary beauty!) Angry for all the wasted, unhappy years of torment, for all the torture and suffering he caused both her and Draco – when what they both desperately wanted was nothing more than his love. But most of all angry that she had no power to resist him when it came to sex, it was something she did not know how to fight against when it came to Lucius, and after all these years she still wasn’t sure she wanted too. They did not have a fantasticsex life, but they still had regular relations, and as it was pleasurable to her usually, (although Lucius was a selfish lover) she still found her release quite easily and found it the only solace she had in staying married to the bastard that was her husband.

“Why do you want him here?” she shot, “Would you have wanted him to walk in on you forcing yourself on me?”

Lucius’ eyes rolled, “Oh yes Narcissa! That was an absolute display of me forcing myself on you.” He turned quickly and grabbed her arms, squeezing so hard she knew there would be a bruise left. “Now,” his voice turned icy, “I could show you forced, if that is what you desire, just so you are absolutely clear on the difference.”

His face was inches from hers and his eyes turned stormy grey. He was furious.

Lucius was many, many bad things, but in the bedroom, with Narcissa, he was never violent.

Not to say he wasn’t violent in the bedroom with some of his conquests, but with Narcissa never. It was, in his shallow, skewed view a sign of affection to her. To say it was a loving gesture would be a stretch, but he did desire her, as he had from the moment he’d laid eyes on her so many years ago.

And he would never let her go - she was the mother of his heir…..she was his, her body, her soul, his completely.

If anyone looked at Narcissa the wrong way or dared offend her they would often never return to Malfoy Manor – or they would simply vanish altogether. Lucius’ fierce jealousy and protectiveness of Narcissa was well known and no one dared cross him when it came to her.

“How DARE you threaten me with physical violence Lucius Malfoy!” she raged, her blue eyes narrowed and suddenly very dangerous looking.

This was uncompromising ground between them.

Lucius had over the years hit Narcissa (and Draco much more often than she knew) when the occasion called for it and each time her response was always the same - She was instantly vicious and indignant, attacking him with whatever was near and had more than once threatened him with death.

He had toned down the beatings after one particularly violent fight when he hit her and chased her to their bedroom, yelling and screaming, thrusting her on the bed when she yelled, “I’ve had enough!”

Narcissa, who was a very powerful witch, whispered quietly below him and suddenly in her hand appeared a huge dagger. She thrust it at Lucius and he moved just barely out of the way, but not quick enough, the sharp blade sliced his skin open across the chest.

He remembered still the ice cold fear that shot through him and the look of utter hatred on Narcissa’s face.

She’d told him it was an enchanted blade that only she could conjure, see or touch and it was to remain with her always from this point on. She’d stated she’d had enough of his violence against the only ones who loved him and that if he ever, ever threatened her or Draco again with such torture she’d find his black heart and cut it out. He had believed her 100 percent.

At that comment he eyed her warily and she looked at his expression, reading his mind. A cold laugh escaped her lips, her eyes glittering, “Yes Lucius, it is still with me, it is ALWAYS with me.”

He looked away, there were only two people in the world who dared to talk to him like that, or dared threaten him – his Master and his wife.

Lucuis took a deep steadying breath – he needed her help with Draco.

He’d deal with Narcissa's temper later. There were ways to control his lovely wife, he’d address them, just not now. But that dagger tortured him and wore on his conscience. It was always at the back of his mind, taunting him... Because, in Malfoy Manor you could not just conjure a weapon that was a threat to the Lord of the Manor. Lucius had placed very carefully thought out and executed wards around his house and grounds for a reason such as this.

And to see that Narcissa bypassed all the wards so easily, despite the fact that his house was so well protected, reminded him of how very powerful she was and that she rarely used her magic except in extreme situations.

The thought that she could get past his defenses still weighed heavily on him and made him wary while he slept. It kept Narcissa much safer than even she knew. The thought that she would kill him so easily chilled him and although he didn’t ever want to have to seriously hurt or kill Narcissa, if it came down to him or her, Lucius Malfoy always came before anything and anyone, always...

“Narcissa, I don’t want to fight.” Lucius sighed, “I just want to speak with my heir.” He sat down at the table and poured himself a drink into Narcissa’s goblet and picked idly at some fruit. Narcissa sniffed from behind and sat next to him glaring. She grabbed her drink from his hand and gave him another haughty stare – one that matched his own.

“What is it that you want Lucius? I should have known you wouldn’t want to be with me for anything more than needing my help with Draco.” Lucius opened his mouth to respond but Narcissa waved a hand at him, “Don’t!” she snapped, “Don’t you think I know you by now? Just tell me what you want”…

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A/N: Big happy sigh...I forget how VERY MUCH I like this chapter. I just think the chemistry between Narcissa and Lucius is...well, like I said, electric. They're so fun to banter back and forth with. Wonderful verbal and physical (wriggling eyebrows) sparring partners. Plus, this chappie was just a blast to write. (Heaving another big, girly-type sigh.) Lucius, that smarmy bastard...Ain't he just DELICIOUS?

Ah well, you hit the review button and tell me what you think. Do you agree? Is he a smarmy bastard? Or, is he a totally hot, incredibly gorgeous, he makes your tummy tingle, smarmy bastard? GRIN! I wanna KNOW!