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Damn. Young Lucius has got RIZZ.

Narcissa is a SAVAGE

My eyes flicker up to him. "Been wanting to talk to you about that." I set my glass down on a shelf. "Is that something you'd be interested in?"

"Godfather?" His lips quirk. "I thought that was a given."

"Well, Granger wants Potter, of course—"

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Peak fiction. 🤭☺️

A step behind her on the gazebo stairs, and she spun to see Lucius staring at her, rotating a ring around his finger.

Her body trembled from being so near him again. Her palms felt sweaty, and her skin too tight.

She lifted her chin with a confidence she didn't have. "Do they need me?"

Soft crying echoed down the corridor, tumbling to Lucius's ears like a haunted melody.

He'd seen her dart out of the Common Room, rushing past the questioning eyes and smug smiles. And he'd followed her as soon as he could without their whispers turning to him.

😐
You really fucked up Lucius

~*~

Narcissa sat up in bed with a jolt. She was alone, but the air seemed to quiver, and the curtains rustled in the darkness. She drew her wand from beneath her pillow, lit her lamps, and tested every ward she'd placed in the East Wing since the Dark Lord and his houseguests arrived at the Manor.

🤭
Play him like an instrument Narcissa


When she knew very well he had planned this moment – had situated himself just so.

The door closed.

“Mippy doesn’t have to be a servant. Mippy can be a friend.” 😭😭😭