Sacred is the Windswept Time

Nine: Introducing Lucius Malfoy to Narcissa Black

A sigh escaped his lips as he watched from his vantage point, peeking every now and then around the corner to catch a glimpse of her lovely face framed by her golden hair. She was beautiful, and named after one of the most vain wizards in history. Narcissa named after Narcissus, and she was aptly named, for she had beauty that could inspire vanity. She was just turning to him, her blue eyes glowing, twin sapphires in the growing darkness, and then there was something beneath his back and nothing under his feet. He groaned and suddenly there was something wrapped around his ankles and he was being jerked from his bed.

He landed with a grunt on the floor, his platinum hair spread about his head in disarray, his eyes snapping open as he lifted his head and looked up at the idiot stupid enough to attempt such a stunt, and before he could curb his tongue snarled, "What in the bloody hell is going on?!"

Lucius immediately regretted his words when his vision and consciousness cleared enough for him to realize who'd so rudely awakened him. His grey eyes grew wide as they locked with fiery green. He slowly sat up as Harry Granger knelt down so that they were somewhat level in facing each other and then Harry spoke in a voice laced with shadowy promises.

"Tell me what you saw Lucius, and you know that I will know if you lie to me. How long were you there?"

Lucius swallowed thickly, before he closed his eyes and saw Narcissa in his mind's eye once more. Then with a bravery that wasn't all that common to him he opened his eyes and spoke, "Everything. I saw everything. I saw you kissing him, stripping him, fucking him. You took him in and you fucked him until he could only grunt or cry out your name. Once I saw it I couldn't turn away."

Harry reached out and traced a finger down Lucius' jaw and saw the boy wince. A smirk twisted Harry's lips and then his hand lifted from Lucius' jaw, Harry's fingers snaking into the boy's long platinum hair, gripping the strands along Lucius' left temple painfully.

"And did you like what you saw? Did you enjoy spying on me? Or did you prefer watching Sirius beneath, writhing as he never has for any woman? You can tell me Lucius. You've always been a sadistic bastard. I've known it for years. I remember the smirk on your face as the whip cracked across my back, as your cane created another welt just below that particular lash that you inflicted. You nearly killed me once. So tell me what excited you the most about what you saw."

"I've done no such thing. I never would. We're friends, and though we are both Slytherins, there is a loyalty among us. You are one of the few people I trust in this world! Why would I cause you harm? I've never touched you! Why would you accuse me of giving you one of those scars?" Lucius asked horrified and Harry's expression softened as he looked at the boy, noticing just how handsome he was with his aristocratic features, and flawless face.

Harry released his hold on Lucius' hair and then sat down on the floor before his friend. "So you really saw everything? I'm surprised you're even talking to me. He's a Gryffindor, and Sirius Black no less. It was wrong, and it never should have happened. He wanted my... He wanted James, not me. Now he's had me and it won't mean a damn thing, I'll just be another notch on his bedpost like one of his Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff girls. Bloody hell, I've always been so stupid in anything bordering on a relationship, and as for his future, our future... BLOODY HELL..."

"Relationship?" Lucius cut in on Harry's tirade. "All you did was fuck him. How is there a relationship in that? I doubt there's even a future in it."

"You really wouldn't get it, but... And oh Gods if my father ever found out! He'd kill Sirius... Not that I couldn't exactly blame him, though I was the one to seduce him. I should have known better. I'm always messing things up."

"What are you going on about? Who would know?" Lucius asked.

"Well you do, now don't you?" Harry replied waspishly.

"It isn't as though I would tell anyone," Lucius said with a grin, and Harry caught the spark in those grey eyes.

"For what price. What favor would you ask in return for your silence on this?" Harry asked.

"Well..." Lucius said and then noticed that Harry was serious, and he sobered. "We should tell Severus, after all he's a friend as well, and keeping secrets among us isn't necessary. He will keep his mouth shut. As for me... Well I suppose I do have a favor in mind. As you are already so friendly with the Gryffindors, particularly Black, I was hoping that you could perhaps introduce me to someone... She is a Gryffindor, and..."

"Who?" Harry asked.

Lucius took a breath, wondering why he was suddenly so nervous. "Narcissa Black. I'd like to meet her, and I know that Black would never allow it, but now that you and he are somewhat involved I thought..."

"What? That I would play matchmaker in all of this?" Harry asked with a snort of laughter.

Lucius glared at him. "And is that so much to bloody ask of you? I would think you would be more accommodating after what I saw of you and Black last night! Bloody hell! I'll have nightmares for years! There isn't enough therapy in the world for what I was subjected to last night."

"Therapy?" Harry nearly choked.

"Yes," Lucius said. "There are a few specialists that have gotten a lot information on modifying the memory using some of Sigmund Freud's theories. He was a true pioneer in the fundamentals of wizarding therapy and blocking out traumatizing memories. It was a pity that he had to fall into that horrible muggle habit of smoking and died from canker."

"It's called cancer... And Freud was a wizard? Wow."

"Like a muggle could come up with such a fascinating idea as a dream dictionary?" Lucius said with a snort.

"Fine, you win the argument, and as far as introducing you to Narcissa. I guess it would be an honor to do so. You just be sure and remember that I was the one that introduced you. I want all your grandkids to know who was responsible," Harry said with a wry grin.

"Grandchildren?" Lucius said with a sneer. "I don't intend to be a grandfather. I shall be young and beautiful always. Ha! Me a father, let alone a grandfather? Are you mad? Besides if such a thing ever came to pass it would be ages from now!"

"I couldn't agree with you more, but it's amazing how time sometimes flies," Harry said with a laugh.

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"Are you sure about this Granger? She's in the library?" Lucius asked, a little skepticism threading in his voice.

Harry rolled his green eyes, and shook his head. "I've only been following her for a week, and she's pretty hard to follow, especially without my map. I've also talked to Potter and Lupin, and they say she practically lives in the last study room at the end of the studying corridor in the library. They don't know what she does in there, but she's there for hours at a time."

"Fine, but how will I get into the room without her noticing me until I'm ready for her to see me?"

Harry grinned this time and held out a long shimmering cloak. Lucius' eyes widened as he realized what it was. "An invisibility cloak? Where did you get it?"

"It's on loan, so take good care of it. Now are you going or do I have to drag you there myself?" Harry challenged.

"I'm Lucius Xavier Malfoy, of course I'm going," Lucius replied snobbishly and then swept the cloak about his shoulders before pulling the hood in place, so that he was completely hidden by the cloak.

He watched as Harry turned around and headed down the corridor. He headed toward the library, then once inside went to the studying corridor, his heart beating heavily in his throat and ears as he neared the door at the end of the corridor. His hand was on the knob of the door; he was turning it, and then quietly slipping into the room, before closing the door behind him and whispering locking and warding charms.

Once the door was secure he turned to where the source of light was, a large barred window revealed a glorious sunset, and nestled within a cushiony high wing backed violet chair was a girl dressed in school robes with the Gryffindor crest on her breast, her long fair hair falling about her and glowing in the dying rays of the sun, her head bent over a small leather bound volume. He slowly approached, and was standing less than a meter from her. He knelt down to see what she was reading and saw the title, "The Last Unicorn", and then he noticed the author, Peter S. Beagle. He'd never heard of either the book or the writer, and realized that she was reading a muggle book. His eyes widened and he couldn't stop the snort that escaped him.

Her head lifted, and she looked about the room, her eyes searching for the source of the sound that she was more than certain she'd just heard. She then used an apricot ribbon to mark her place in the book before she stood and looked around the room once again.

Realizing that she'd either heard something from her imagination or it was a trick of her cousin's, she sighed in annoyance and said, "I know you're here. Really Sirius, using James' invisibility cloak? It's not as though I don't know he has one. Save your tricks for the Slytherins."

"Potter's cloak?" Lucius choked as he stood up, jerked the hood back, and removed it. "Bloody hell! How did he get Potter's cloak?"

Narcissa's blue eyes widened as she saw who was really beneath James Potter's cloak. She then turned to face the door, but the tall boy with long platinum blond hair, and cool grey eyes, the boy with a Slytherin crest on his school robes stepped into her path. Growing nervous, she wondered what he had in mind.

"Whatever you are thinking of doing, my friends will get back at you for it. Goddess knows, Sirius would probably murder you for it," she said.

Lucius' mouth fell open and he blinked owlishly for a moment before regaining his senses. "Excuse me? I am a perfect gentleman."

"Well in that case, you need not worry," she replied, shrugged, sat back down, and then opened her book to its previous place and once again began to read, completely ignoring the other occupant of the room.

"You would ignore me? But I'm Lucius Malfoy. I'm not to be ignored, and what do you find so fascinating about that book?" Lucius snapped.

Narcissa lifted her head once more from the book and looked at the boy standing before her, noticing how handsome he was. She had to admit, if only to herself, that her interest was piqued.

"It's a muggle fantasy story. I like how imaginative the writers are. While their portrayal of magic is often untrue, it is interesting to see what they think of magic, and the places in the stories... This one is my favorite actually. It's called 'The Last Unicorn', and while the story concerning what happened to the disappearance of unicorns from the muggle world is inaccurate to say the very least, it's very interesting and imaginative. Almost reminiscent of the old muggle legends of Camelot, Morgan Le Faye, and King Arthur."

"You really like muggle literature?" Lucius asked, completely taken by surprise by the girl.

She nodded. "Yes, and their mythology is rather interesting as well. I'm particularly fond of the Greek myths, which are rather close to our own histories, as that was a time where muggle and wizard actually coexisted peacefully. It wasn't until after the Trojan War that our worlds separated, and that was because the muggle Greeks conquered the wizard city Troy. All because the wizards were too foolish to believe the words of a seer. What fools."

"So you just sit in this room all day reading?"

He smiled as he noticed the faint flush that lit her cheeks.

"Actually I sometimes write as well. I like the way words shape stories. It's almost sad that this school lacks a proper literature course, but I do excel in Charms and Transfigurations, so I honestly have little to complain about, and after school it really wouldn't matter, as my father is looking into negotiations for me to marry," she replied.

"And why would such negotiations hinder you?"

"What pureblood wizard would allow his trophy wife to pursue a silly dream? I could only write and hide my stories away. I wouldn't be allowed to publish them," she replied.

"Perhaps you might," Lucius replied quietly and then he smiled at her as he continued, "And the reason I wanted to meet you is because my father is one of the main wizards negotiating marriage with your father. I think your father thinks that you and a Malfoy would be a smart match. I don't really care for all of that though. I just wanted to meet you, and find it rather fortunate that you are so lovely and intelligent."

"Thank you," she replied modestly.

"You're more than welcomed, and..." Lucius paused and sighed. "I was wondering if on the next Hogsmeade weekend you could accompany me for lunch..."

"Yes," she replied with little hesitation.

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His eyes locked with blue, his fingers running through rich silky dark hair, his lips colliding with an unforgiving and unyielding mouth. A groan escaped his throat as he opened his mouth to receive an eager tongue, and a name accompanied the sound that erupted from him...

"Sirius..."

There was a sense of falling, as the blue eyes faded, and then aged green eyes flew open, as Harry shot up in bed, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as his heart threatened to erupt from his chest, and he soon realized that not only was his heart ready to burst, but another part of him as well.

"Bloody hell," he moaned, as he closed his eyes, and wondered how things could get any worse.

Harry had gone back in time, not of his own volition, and he'd already changed a few things, but that was to be expected. However he'd gone a step too far. He'd told his father, and Sirius and Remus who he was, and still he'd seduced Sirius. He'd gone and fucked his godfather, but there was one thing worse than that. He'd also fallen for him...

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In spite of his Malfoy upbringing, Lucius tapped his foot, anxiously awaiting the arrival of his date. Then he caught a glimpse of long blonde hair, and his breath caught as he watched her approach. Her legs were long and slender beneath the light blue sundress that she wore, the skirt ending just above her knees, her feet in a dainty pair of light blue flat slippers. While she looked cool and collected to the untrained eye, he picked up on her nervousness from the grip she had on her matching light blue handbag. He smiled as she reached him and offered her his hand, which she took, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, and together they entered the quaint little restaurant.

He pulled her chair back for her and helped her to sit at the table before taking the chair facing her. A few moments later a waiter appeared, and they looked over a menu. Narcissa looked down at it and then glanced back up to Lucius, who hadn't spared a glance at it. She then looked at the menu again, and finally Lucius said, "Order whatever you like. Price is no object."

Narcissa gave a little sigh, her cheeks a rosy hue before she closed the menu and said, "Angel hair pasta with tomato sauce will be fine, and I'll have a glass of water thank you."

Lucius straightened in his chair and looking at the waiter said, "I think I'll have the same."

When the waiter left, Lucius looked at the girl sitting across from him, noticing how she tilted her head, looking at her hands, her hair falling in a shimmering curtain around her.

"Why do you seem so nervous around me?" he finally asked and then continued, "You weren't so nervous in the study room."

She looked up startled, and again her cheeks flushed with heat. "Being here with you now. This is a date, meaning that we are courting. In the study room you snuck up on me and while you surprised me I was in a familiar place. This is new to me."

"Are you trying to say that as lovely as you are, you've never been on a date before?"

She looked up, her rich blue eyes meeting his grey as she replied, "I never saw any point in dating as my father would be the one to dictate my marriage. He will ultimately tell me who my husband will be, but when you told me that your father was petitioning for my hand for you... I suppose I would like to know you before the wedding night."

"You are so certain that I am your husband to be?" he asked with a small smirk.

"And why wouldn't my father accept a petition for a Malfoy? The Malfoys are known throughout all of wizarding society. He would be mad not to, though as I recall the Zabinis have petitioned as well, but I'd rather marry you than Roberto, I've heard things about him. You I've heard very little about however."

"As a Gryffindor I thought you might have protested an arranged marriage."

Narcissa turned her gaze once again to her hands before she spoke. "I don't have a choice. Andromeda saw to that when she eloped with that muggle last year after she graduated. She was disowned."

"Would you be so disappointed with me as a husband?" he finally asked, unable to resist.

She looked up then, a small smile curving her lips and lighting up her lovely face. "No. I don't think I would be at all. Though Sirius would be horrified. He's been living with James' family for the past few years, so he doesn't know about my father arranging a marriage for me, though if he knew my father were considering you, he might very well be unhappy to say the least."

"Do you think you could grow to love me?" he asked quietly and then looked down to the table himself.

She reached over and placed her hand on his, and as he looked up she replied, "I'm here now, what would make you think otherwise?"

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Sirius watched as his cousin Narcissa hurried out of the Three Broomsticks, saying that she was meeting someone. He'd also noticed what she was wearing. So with her best interest in mind Sirius followed her, and was struck dumb when she hurriedly crossed the street to a restaurant and took the hand of an awaiting Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy. Once they entered the restaurant he crossed the street and peered into the window watching as Malfoy pulled her chair back for her and the two of them sat down, the waiter taking their order, and then his cousin blushing as the two of them spoke.

Finally when their food was brought out to them he watched as they ate, and laughed, continuing with their conversation, and Narcissa reaching over with a napkin to dab at some tomato sauce that had collected at the corner of Malfoy's mouth. And then Malfoy's hand lifted and covered hers. Sirius Black saw red, but instead of going into the restaurant, causing a scene, and angering his cousin he turned toward the Three Broomsticks where he'd last seen Malfoy's friends, Granger and Snape.

He stormed into the tavern and his eyes fell on the table containing the two Slytherins. He soon stood at their table, his hand tangled in the collar of Harry's shirt as he forced the boy to stand. Harry simply smirked at the boy and said, "So aggressive, Sirius. I didn't know you still cared. No strings, remember?"

Sirius was stunned for a moment and Snape looked between the two, wondering what exactly was going on, when Sirius released his grip on Harry's collar, and was then flanked by both Remus Lupin and James Potter.

James looked from Harry to Sirius and then rolling his eyes snapped, "What in the bloody hell is going on this time?"

Harry's green eyes locked with Sirius' blue as he said, "Ask Black, he's the one that charged in here like a prat, and considering his last trick he should really reconsider starting a fight, wouldn't want to have detention for the rest of the year, now would you Sirius? How would you find the time for all of those little rendezvous if you were stuck cleaning bed pans or polishing trophies?"

Sirius glared at the boy, and then growled, "I want to know what in the bloody hell Lucius Malfoy is doing with my cousin, and I want to know now."

"I presume they are eating lunch, as per the date she agreed to," Harry replied, and both James and Remus exchanged a look.

"She does not date Slytherin trash! She is above the likes of him. They are nothing alike!" Sirius snarled.

Harry grinned as he shrugged before leaning towards Sirius, his lips nearly brushing the boy's ear as he breathed, "Opposites attract... Look at us."

Sirius shoved Harry back, and he started laughing as Sirius left the tavern behind. Remus and James exchanged another look before Remus went after Sirius and James turned to Harry.

"What is going on? Sirius has been acting different since that night. What did you do to him?" James asked suspiciously as he looked at his son.

Harry again shrugged, before he smirked and spoke nonchalantly. "Just put him in his place right and proper is all."