A/N: This story is about Narcissa and Lucius' relationship and was written because I feel that Narcissa Malfoy must care about her son due her insisting that he not be sent to Durmstrang. Snape and Draco will both appear later on, Snape being particularly important. The title comes from a song by The Beautiful South called "A Little Time". The lines are written below. Anyway I was listening to this song and these lines just seemed to perfectly sum up Narcissa and Lucius' relationship to me, so basically the entire story came from those three lines. It is finished and typed up and I'll probably keep posting two or three chapters at a time pretty regularly. It will all be posted!
RATING: I'm rating this pg13 because of some swearing (though it isn't really much) and violence in later chapters, but on the whole I think the rating may be a little overly cautious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lucius or Narcissa, I didn't write Wuthering Heights and I don't own the copywrite on "A Little Time". I do own the plot though.
**Narcissa's thoughts** This will change in later chapters but I'll warn you when I do that.
Wedding bells just turned to rust
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Promises, Promises turned to dust.
Wedding Bells just turned to rust.
Trust into mistrust.
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Chapter one
Narcissa was sat at a table outside a small café in Diagon Alley. It was 7:30 in the morning but then she'd always been a morning person. It was the start of a glorious summer day and it was already very warm. She was sat alone, her only company a half empty cup and a battered paperback novel.
"Is this seat taken?" Narcissa heard a silky voice behind her.
"No," she said dismissively, she was not in the mood for company but being too polite to say so she simply kept her tone unencouraging. That is she didn't feel like company until she looked up and saw the handsome man staring down at her, then her tone became instantly warmer and more friendly, "No, please sit down."
"Lucius," he extended a pale hand which she took.
"Narcissa, it's a pleasure to meet you."
His grip on her hand was firm, almost too firm. **Hmm, he must be stronger than he looks.** He was of a tall slim build, with very pale skin and dark hair with cold grey eyes, he was gorgeous.
"What are you reading?" he asked.
"Wuthering Heights."
"Isn't that a muggle book?" A note of disdain crept into his voice.
"Yes."
"Oh," his voice suddenly sounded disinterested. "Personally I never read anything written by muggles. This trash will contaminate your mind." He took the book from her unresisting hands and set it aside.
"I thought it was rather romantic actually," Narcissa argued.
"I don't believe in romance."
"I do." Her voice turned cold, **handsome he may be but he's arrogant with it.**
"You'll grow out of that."
**Patronising git!**
"Can I buy you another coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee," **And I think I was right the first time I am not in the mood for company, even when it's this good looking.**
"Tea then?"
**He doesn't give in does he?**
"Thank you but I was just leaving." Narcissa smiled politely and rose from her seat.
**The nerve of that guy!**
It was only after she'd left the shade of the café patio that she realised she'd left her book behind.
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Thanks for reading, I'll post no matter how many reviews I get but I'd love it if you review.
RATING: I'm rating this pg13 because of some swearing (though it isn't really much) and violence in later chapters, but on the whole I think the rating may be a little overly cautious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lucius or Narcissa, I didn't write Wuthering Heights and I don't own the copywrite on "A Little Time". I do own the plot though.
**Narcissa's thoughts** This will change in later chapters but I'll warn you when I do that.
Wedding bells just turned to rust
*******
Promises, Promises turned to dust.
Wedding Bells just turned to rust.
Trust into mistrust.
*******
Chapter one
Narcissa was sat at a table outside a small café in Diagon Alley. It was 7:30 in the morning but then she'd always been a morning person. It was the start of a glorious summer day and it was already very warm. She was sat alone, her only company a half empty cup and a battered paperback novel.
"Is this seat taken?" Narcissa heard a silky voice behind her.
"No," she said dismissively, she was not in the mood for company but being too polite to say so she simply kept her tone unencouraging. That is she didn't feel like company until she looked up and saw the handsome man staring down at her, then her tone became instantly warmer and more friendly, "No, please sit down."
"Lucius," he extended a pale hand which she took.
"Narcissa, it's a pleasure to meet you."
His grip on her hand was firm, almost too firm. **Hmm, he must be stronger than he looks.** He was of a tall slim build, with very pale skin and dark hair with cold grey eyes, he was gorgeous.
"What are you reading?" he asked.
"Wuthering Heights."
"Isn't that a muggle book?" A note of disdain crept into his voice.
"Yes."
"Oh," his voice suddenly sounded disinterested. "Personally I never read anything written by muggles. This trash will contaminate your mind." He took the book from her unresisting hands and set it aside.
"I thought it was rather romantic actually," Narcissa argued.
"I don't believe in romance."
"I do." Her voice turned cold, **handsome he may be but he's arrogant with it.**
"You'll grow out of that."
**Patronising git!**
"Can I buy you another coffee?"
"I don't drink coffee," **And I think I was right the first time I am not in the mood for company, even when it's this good looking.**
"Tea then?"
**He doesn't give in does he?**
"Thank you but I was just leaving." Narcissa smiled politely and rose from her seat.
**The nerve of that guy!**
It was only after she'd left the shade of the café patio that she realised she'd left her book behind.
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Thanks for reading, I'll post no matter how many reviews I get but I'd love it if you review.