Slytherin Ambition

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing you see here. Just playing with the characters.

A/N: This is my first Lucius/Narcissa fanfic. It just came to me while in Roman Civilization class, and the plot bunny wouldn\'t die, even though I tried to tell it no, since I should work on my other WIP. The fanfic does take place while Lucius is in Azkaban and has a combination of reality and flashbacks of his life. Please read and review. For information on my other fanfics and general life, please go to http://www.deadjournal.com/users/snapesdream/

Slytherin Ambition


A blistery cold snow darkened the sky, although the fact was that the sky around Azkaban remained a continual gray, for sunlight never showed in the place of the damn. The thick stone walls could not keep out the chill that went directly to the soul of all its inhabitants. In a small 6x6 cell, the mere shadow of a wizard lived there, curled up in a fetal position on the dirty floor. His dingy, ripped clothes draped across his thin frame. His long blonde hair hung greasy, dirty, and matted from lack of grooming. He turned his head toward the barred door. The skin was gaunt, showing his prominent facial features from lack of adequate nutrition.

Lucius Malfoy could no longer count how many days he had been in Azkaban. With the permanent absence of the dementors by orders of the Ministry, he had too much time to think and remember. He had waited for days on end, wondering if he had been forgotten. His master had not come or sent for him like he had done for the others. He knew the Dark Lord was still in power because of the way his mark burned, calling for him without avail. As far as he knew, even his wife’s sister, Bellatrix Lestrange, was still free from this place, although he still wondered how she had ever managed to survive for all those years. Then again, the days lost all meaning except for the rare mention of change of time from one of the guards.

Then, there was Narcissa. She had not come for him either and that disappointed him the most. He had much time on his hands to think back and reflect on his life and the path he had taken. He realized the error of his trust in Narcissa. Without her, he might not have been there today.

Lucius sat beside the fire of the Slytherin Common Room in his favorite leather chair. The fifteen year old boy leaned his hand against his cheek as he read through one of the forbidden dark arts books that he had stolen from his father’s library. Except for the crackling and popping of the fireplace, there were no other sounds in the almost empty room. The peace and quiet did not last long.

“Lucius Malfoy. I’ve been waiting for a chance to talk to you,” the female voice purred in his ear.

He visibly froze for a few seconds before he slowly turned his head. “Narcissa Black,” he whispered in surprise. He had no idea what she could possibly want with him. She was the Slytherin Ice Princess. The one admired by the other Slytherins, followed by her few select friends, and completely untouchable to all the other boys’ charms. He was only a fifth year while she was a seventh. Beautiful, cold, and deadly, he thought of her attributes as his blue eyes followed her.

Her elegant hand reached out and took the book from him. She looked at the title. “Tsk, tsk, Lucius. I’m not sure this book is appropriate for school.” She placed the book aside on the table. Leaning over, she brought her hand up, placing it under his chin and allowing her eyes to meet his. “I have been watching you, Lucius. You show great promise.” Her tongue ran lightly over her lips as she leaned closer, letting her lips hover right above his, letting him feel her breath caressing them. Suddenly, she stood up and turned away from him. “If you are interested in being great, that is.”

He was breathing heavily the closer she got to him, yet when she moved away, he almost whimpered. “Yes, I’m interested,” he said almost breathlessly as he leaned forward in the chair.

She turned her head to glance back at him. A slow smirk played on her lips. “I figured you might.” She turned on her heel toward him and slithered up. “You have many fine qualities, Lucius. Pureblood. Slytherin. Good family background. Yet, you lack the ability to be completely great.” Her hands went on his chest, pushing him back in his seat as she spread her legs, straddling him and sitting down on his lap. “I can help you there. I can bring you to greatness. I can help along the ambition we all have.” Her lips lightly brushed over his lips. “Will you allow me to help you?”

His hands had clutched on the arms of the chair. Here was Narcissa Black, sitting on his lap. He could hardly believe it, especially if it weren’t for the fact that he was suddenly aroused and needy. He felt slightly embarrassed as he knew that she could feel it as well. It wasn’t that he was completely inexperienced with women, of course. He had his fair share of make-out sessions, but the urge hadn’t quite felt this strong before. “Yes, please, help me,” he practically groaned out.

She shifted, arching against him and pressing herself against the bulge in his pants. “Good,” she said, giving him a grin of satisfaction that he had agreed to her assistance. Her fingers raked over his chest, and she kissed him firmly and expertly. “Since you are going to be under my service, I think I should reward you for your correct decision.” She slithered down over his body, getting on her knees before him.

He could only nod slightly as his head bowed, watching her in this kneeling position. Her hands ran over the bulge, causing his eyes to almost roll back into his head. He could feel and hear her unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. His breath hitched as she freed his erection.

“You are a very naughty boy, Lucius,” she stated as she ran her fingertips of his cock. Her thumb lightly circled the velvety tip, spreading a bit of pre-cum. In a low, seductive voice, she spoke, “I like naughty boys.”

He looked at her and watched as her sensual lips parted and took in the tip of his cock. For being the Ice Princess, she was surprisingly hot. Her lips parted more, and he felt her hot, wet tongue against the underside of his cock as she slowly took in his length and sucked hard. “Oh,” he moaned loudly, despite his brief thought that he should keep it down, since it wasn’t necessarily appropriate to be doing this in the Common Room. The thought quickly went away though. “Don’t stop,” he pleaded in a murmur.

A harsh metallic clank hit against the bars accompanied by the scraping of the metal plate against the stones. “Dinner,” the gruff voice spoke.
Lucius blinked as the memory faded away. He heard the clunk of the guard’s shoes travel on the stone floor. His gaze slowly fell on the plate of food, the only food they would get once a day. In an animalistic nature, he crawled cautiously toward the plate. Part of the food had fallen out of the plate, and a rapid, greedy hand shot out, grabbing up the food and placing it back on the plate. His rough hands picked up the cold metal plate as he moved back into the corner and quickly ate the meal. Soon the sound of the metal plate that he flung against the floor created a cacophony with the distant moans and screams. From his sitting position, he curled up tighter in the corner as his eyes slowly glazed over.

“I was talking to my sister today.” Narcissa snaked her arms around Lucius, pulling him into a hug.

“Bella?” he inquired as he pulled her close.

“None other,” she stated rather harshly as her fingers entwined into his hair. “She was talking about the new movement on the horizon. It looks most promising. The leader is even an heir of Slytherin. She told me that he calls himself Lord Voldemort.”

He should have known that it was Bellatrix. She never talked to her other sister Andromeda and for a good reason. The girl had gotten messed up with some Muggle and banned from the Black family. His eyes met hers as his dear wife was talking about the new movement. He had heard rumors of it, but he did not think that he would be joining. Although he believed in the general principles, he was not the type who liked to get his hands dirty. “Oh,” he commented to her, figuring she would tell him more.

“Well, Bella was saying that she and Rodolphus had joined.” She pressed her lips against his, kissing him. “She was wondering why you haven’t joined,” she whispered against him as she leaned her body against his. “There is a meeting tonight. I think you should go. It’s a wonderful opportunity to join him. He will get rid of the Mudbloods and Muggles once and for all.”

He was not pleased by her request. He had heard of the atrocities the wizards partook. “Are you sure, darling?”

Her hand slithered down and stroked over the growing bulge in his pants. “I am absolutely certain.”

He moaned into her mouth as he kissed her. “I’ll be there,” he whispered, completely unable to argue with her when she did this to him.

“Malfoy…MALFOY!” the gruff voice brought Lucius back to his miserable existence. “Visitor for you.”

He blinked. A visitor? For him? His heart lifted. Could it be her? Did she not forget about him? His hand slowly rose up, touching his hair in a futile attempt to groom it.

Lucius was breathing hard as he shut the door of the manor behind him. He leaned heavily against it, thoroughly shaken. He had to think of something. He had to manage to get out of this. He did not want his son to grow up without a father. Draco was only a little over a year old. His eyes rose to the top of the staircase where Narcissa was handing over his son to the human servant and walking elegantly down the stairs.

“What has gotten you so upset, Lucius?” she inquired calmly.

“They’re after me. The Ministry. The Dark Lord’s gone. The Potters were killed, the baby is missing, and HE disappeared. It’s all falling apart. Help me, Narcissa,” his voice pleaded as he raised his hands in supplication.

“Calm down, love. This behavior is quite unbecoming. You are Lucius Malfoy, are you not?” she told him as she took his hands in hers.

“Yes, I am, but I don’t know what to do. I can’t think,” he said, obviously rather distraught over this development. A loud knock resounded, and his heart caught in his throat. It was the Ministry. “Help me,” he pleaded once more.

Narcissa took out her wand and pointed at him. “This is to help you, Lucius. Imperio! Stay there.”

“Lucius, what a place you have here,” the cold, female voice spoke to him.

His eyes slowly adjusted, and he lowered his hand. She had come for him. A glimmer of hope grew in his icy blue eyes. “Narcissa,” he croaked out from his unused voice.

She motioned for the guard to let her in, which he did reluctantly. Her nose scrunched up the smell and absolute filth of the cell. “You could use a shower.”

“You came for me?” he inquired as he looked at her. He had not moved from his corner, knowing how completely disgusting he must look at that moment. He saw how she disliked his home.

She gave him an almost amused look. “I came because I had to talk to you. I’ve talked this over with Draco, and he agrees. I want a divorce, Lucius.”

“A divorce?” he questioned as the hope in his eyes dimmed. She couldn’t be serious. She was there for him. She made him what he was today. He took his ambitions and shaped them to fit her mold. His head bowed. He did not hear her right. He loved her.

Lucius was on top of her, his damp lips moistening her body as he trailed down. He cupped her breast and brought his teeth to the nipple, grazing over it. His knee parted her legs as he positioned himself. One rough hand went between her legs, brushing through the wet curls. “I love you, Narcissa,” he murmured against her breast. He further ignored the burning sensation on his left arm. He was not going back to his Master, despite the fact that he had known that it was coming. The mark hurt all day, and he had not told Narcissa. The mark had been growing darker over the past few days. Voldemort was back somehow, and Lucius had too much to lose to go back now. He had almost lost everything last time, if it were not Narcissa’s quick thinking of using the Imperius Curse on him. The tip of his cock pushed against her as he thrust deep inside, allowing his entire length be sheathed by her. His long hair fell over the side of his shoulder, brushing against her breasts with each thrust. “Gods, Narcissa!” he groaned out, emptying his seed inside of her. He collapsed on top of her and gently raised his head to look at her. She had her eyes closed and looked peaceful and relaxed.

Her fingers entwined in his long hair. “That was wonderful,” she purred into his ear. Her hand went out though, grabbing his left arm and looking at his mark. “You have to go to him, Lucius,” she told him.

He sighed and took his arm away from her grasp. “I’m not going this time. I almost lost everything.” He pushed off of the bed and stood up, casting a cleansing spell and putting his clothes on.

She went behind of him, lightly tugging on his long, blonde, silky hair. Her lips found his neck, and she kissed and nipped at it. “If you betray the Dark Lord, you will lose everything. You’ll just have to be more careful this time. You must go.” She nipped hard on his neck, leaving teeth marks in the flesh.

He winced, trying to hold onto his resolve to not go back to the Dark Lord.

A gloved hand moved Lucius’ head up where he blinked looking back at Narcissa. “Lucius, it is over. The Dark Lord is not coming for you. We are getting divorced.” She stood up and rubbed her gloved fingers on a handkerchief to get rid of the dirt that had collected by touching him. She motioned for the guard to reopen to door. She walked over to it and turned back to him. “You once showed such great promise. I was wrong about you, Lucius.” She shook her head and turned away from him.

He watched after her as the last glimmer of hope blew out of his eyes like a candle in the wind. He was fully condemned to Tartarus to spend eternity as one of the most damned. She was truly gone this time. He had failed. His head bowed after he could no longer see her. The sound of her heels against the stone floor echoed down the hall. He was deserted and abandoned to rot away in his jail cell. He curled up into the fetal position again as a single tear fell trickled down his face, mixing with the dirt. He had made his bed, and now he had to lie in it. The sound of her shoes paused, and he listened, wondering if she would come back and reconsider, yet it was not meant to be. The last words he heard ushered from those sensual lips rang in his mind over and over again as she spoke, “Thank you for accompanying me, Severus.”


A/N: Yes, this is completed. Please take a moment to review. Since this is my first fanfic of this particular pairing, I would be very interested in knowing what you think.