Hey, Soul Sister [Lucius/Narcissa]

Chapter Thirty-Eight

A/N: Major thanks to my friend justforpractice for writing this with me. And thank all of you for your views/likes/reviews! I majorly appreciate it.

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Lucius lay in bed beside Narcissa, his lips on hers and his arm encircling her thin frame as his hand rested on the middle of her back. "I love you," he breathed in between his kisses. "So much."

"I love you," said Narcissa, pulling him closer with her hand at his shoulder.

He started to roll on top of her, but he froze when he heard a knock on the door.

"Lucius, you have a very important visitor downstairs in the study. I need you to get up and get ready immediately."

Lucius's heart pounded. An important visitor at this hour of the morning? One that requires my attention 'immediately'? He gulped. The Dark Lord was here; his father had told him that their master often showed up whenever he pleased to test their loyalty to him. Wonderful. Oh gods, Narcissa.

"All right, Father," said Lucius as he sat up, letting the sheets fall from his body. "I'll be down in your study in just a minute."

"Hurry," grunted Abraxas.

Lucius sighed, hating that his father often became a different, grumpier man when the Dark Lord was nearby. Lucius waited to hear his father's footsteps depart from outside the door before turning to Narcissa. Her eyes were wide, her brows raised.

"We must get dressed," he said, "and I want you to remain hidden. He's here—the Dark Lord—and I—I don't want him around you." Lucius leaned forward and kissed her lips. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you. It's going to be all right." Narcissa reached out and squeezed his hand.

Lucius nodded, stood from the bed, and made his way into the closet, getting dressed and ready as quickly as possible. When he felt arms embrace him from behind, he jumped.

"I'm going to go back to my room and get dressed. I'll make sure he doesn't see me."

Lucius quickly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief as Narcissa leaned around to kiss his cheek. He turned toward her, wrapping his arms tightly around her—she'd slipped on her nightgown when he hadn't been watching—and burying his face in her neck. He felt one of her hands rest against his back and the other slip into his hair.

"I'm sorry... I get rather jumpy when I know he's here." Lucius kissed her skin a few times before drawing back to look her in the eyes. "Thank you. I will feel much better knowing that I don't have to worry that you're safe."

"I understand," said Narcissa. "But are you going to be all right? Do you know what he wants from you?"

Lucius shook his head. "No, I don't know. Narcissa, I have to go. I love you. Stay out of sight." Lucius had never flashed a more serious look her way as the one he wore now, and he hoped she gathered from it the severity of the situation.

She nodded. "I promise. Be careful, please," she said quietly.

He kissed her lips and stepped out of the closet, making his way downstairs to his father's study. He paused outside the door for the span of a heartbeat and then knocked, his heart pounding in his ears.

"Lucius, come in," said the Dark Lord's voice from the other side.

Lucius took in a long breath and let it out quietly before making his way inside. "My Lord," he said, bowing slightly. The Dark Lord stood at the center of the room, and Abraxas was seated in the armchair beside the fireplace.