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[madame_malfoy]

Who: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy
What: A morning idyll
Where: Malfoy Manor
When: An early September morning
Rating: PG. They're married, after all.

Ladies who kept traditional schedules typically dealt with correspondence during the morning, and Narcissa was no different. The entire reason she had picked this particular room as her boudoir, her lady's sanctuary, was the wonderful light it received in the mornings. She had dressed fo the day, already, though she had yet to put up her hair; the golden locks caught the light in a most becoming fashion, as she bent to the scented parchment. First, a letter to the witches' society to which she belonged, and, as always, this week's letter to the Ministry of Magic, kindly asking them to return Miss Parkinson's estates. More personal correspondences followed, and the light drifted across the plushly carpeted floor, marking the time's passing.

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[lamalfoy]

He ripped open the letter and turned away a fraction as he dropped the letter on a nearby house elf busiedly taking care of the day-to-day. An eyebrow quirked as his eyes quickly skimmed the contence of the letter. The House Elf was taking a long time at leaving the boudoir and thus, he turned back towards her, refolding the envelope. Simultaneously, he knocked the top of the House Elf's head with the tip of his cane.

"Quite good. You're using flattery to browbeat him into submission." A smile coiled upon arrogant lips and he watched her. His eyes would twice-over her.

[madame_malfoy]

"It is certainly not the way my ancestors would have went about gaining his submission," she replied easily. The Blacks, given the insanity that she was so thankful not to have manifested, had a bit more of a heavy hand than did the Malfoys. Perhaps she had learned something, over the years, from these conniving Malfoys.

She stood, then, allowing gravity to smooth the folds of her soft gray morning robes, precisely the same color as her husband's eyes. The quill was put back in its place, and the other letters were set neatly to the side, where a house elf would collect them, later, and owl them to various recipients. "Lucius," she murmured, tone changing and voice dropping to a soft little purr. When the politics of the day weren't an issue of survival, she found them terribly boring. "You left so early this morning, and I found myself quite bereft, when I awoke."

[lamalfoy]

He watched her even as that cocky smile began to coil the edges of his lips. "I had an outing to visit a friend of ours this morning. It's really nothing you should be concerned with. I'm home now, my dear." Of course he didn't end it with that. He'd step around the table and take her by one of her wrists, gracefully (almost as if mimicking a very sadistic dance) pulled her to him. His arm would then lower and rest upon the small of her back. "Do we have anything that remains today requiring of my attention, Narcissa?" From the look in his eyes (dark and disconcerting) he didn't really give a damn.

[madame_malfoy]

Her heart thrilled to the sight of that look in his eyes, though she managed a modicum of composure. Resting gently against him, she closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. "The letter to the Minister, regarding Miss Parkinson's woes," she said faintly, voice somewhat muffled by his robes. "A thousand other things, I'm certain, but they can wait, can they not?"

But, then, a pause. She drew back, a little, watching him in that careful, scrutinizing way. "'A friend of ours,'" she echoed. "What friend? If you are renewing an acquaintance, Lucius, you ought to make me privy to the details." Really, he should've known better than to tell Narcissa Malfoy there was something with which she shouldn't be concerned.

[lamalfoy]

"Now now, my dear." His voice was soft and mimicking in tone. "There's no need for alarm as of yet. If I should get things prepared as I intend too, we won't have anymore worries about events to come." Again, talking in almost all riddles he leaned in and ended the back and forth with a kiss. It was soft, but daring. It lasted for but a moment before he ended the space. "Join me in the bedroom. Then I really must hand-deliver this letter of yours. "

[madame_malfoy]

She knew that he was fond of talking in riddles, and smiled indulgently, against his lips, just before he pulled away. "In the morning, Lucius? Really?" Sounding scandalized, nevertheless her eyes narrowed, in that way that let him know just how fascinated she was by the proposal. Narcissa allowed him to lead her toward the bedroom, but not without a warning remark on the prior matter. "Need for alarm or no, I'll certainly revisit the topic of this friend of ours."