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We Couldn't Bring the Columns Down by ladyspirit

Format: Novel
Chapters: 21
Word Count: 59,752
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Lily, James, Lucius, Narcissa, OC
Pairings: Other Pairing, James/Lily, Lucius/Narcissa, Sirius/OC

First Published: 05/21/2007
Last Chapter: 06/23/2011
Last Updated: 06/23/2011

Summary:

“STOP THE MADNESS!” James was screaming, his face glowing with mirth. Apparently his groin was recovering. Sirius rolled onto his back,  he had his wand out and it was pointed at Lily.
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Chapter 14: Her Words Were Venom

Twelve days to go.

Lucius’ nerves were razor sharp as he entered the Great Hall for breakfast on Monday morning. Ever since he’d read ‘that’ letter he’d been living like two people; on the outside he was cold and collected, his icy exterior robotically following daily routine whilst on the inside he was nothing but a screaming wreck of confusion and terror.

He’d had fleeting hopes that Delilah would be held in the hospital wing for the rest of her life thus depriving him of any opportunity to end her but, as was life, she was released the morning after the ball.

The only good thing that seemed to have happened in his life recently was that Delilah and Sirius Black had broken up, rather publicly, at the after party. Not that he’d been there to revel in the relationships demise, he’d been too busy making a scene in the Slytherin Common Room. Even thinking about his squealing, childish behaviour made him cringe; that had not been the behaviour of a man. Luckily there were only children and Andromeda there to witness his failings.

He seated himself at his usual place at the Slytherin table, one that almost always put him at a perfect vantage point for watching the Gryffindor table on the other side of the hall- well it would be if that Hufflepuff would move his fat head. He stretched casually for a slice of toast and a boiled egg ignoring Narcissa as she slid onto the bench and immediately rested her hand on his thigh. After a moment of being ignored she began rubbing his thigh with the pretence of absentmindedness but then as time progressed she slid her fingers so high up that they were almost on his crotch and began massaging rather insistently. Lucius simply continued, unaffectedly, eating his toast before eventually plucking her hand off his leg and setting it on the table, “You may be able to blackmail me into continuing this charade,” He told her coolly, quietly and with the air of someone quite embarrassed by her antics, “But no amount of blackmail could make you attractive to me,”

She didn’t reply but he could practically hear her mind buzzing as she searched for an adequate retort. He didn’t speak again, instead leaving her to fluster in her mind about what she should have said, could have said etc.

So his life had went all to shit, so what? It didn’t mean Narcissa’s had to work out. He watched her from the corner of his eye as she poured herself a glass of water and felt hate boil in him; her scheming and childish actions were what led to this whole situation, he could see that now.

Voice so low that he knew she would have to fight to hear it never mind anyone around them he spoke again, “And even when I do kill the little Mudblood bitch to prove something to your sister and our Lord it won’t mean I’ll have you. I’ll make it so that no respectable pureblood man will touch you. You think you’re beautiful Narcissa but you’re not, you’re pointy faced and hard nosed. No man will ever want you, especially not me.” He slid his hand under the table and groped her thigh the way she had been touching his but his grip was cruel and hard, he felt her whole body stiffen. He lent in to breathe his words against her ear, rubbing his nose against her frozen cheek he continued, “But then again maybe I will have you. I’ll make you my wife and I’ll make you wish that you were dead.” He squeezed her thigh until a gasp of pain escaped her and he knew she would bruise, “You should have left me to my life Narcissa because now I am part of yours and it will be nothing like what you planned; you stupid, childish, little girl.” He released her leg and stood up. Brushing down his robes he evaluated her with pitiless eyes, “Yes… Meet me tonight and we shall see if I will have you. You had better hope that you are worthy Narcissa because once I have rejected you then your odds for a respectable marriage are not high.” He smirked at the pale, terrified expression on her face then turned and walked away with burning hate poisoning his stomach and the new sense of control that it gave him.

Narcissa Black had been very wrong to think she could control him.

- - -

“Come, lets sit with them,” Lily pleaded staring longingly along the table to were James was seated smiling hopefully at her.

“No. He’s an asshole.” Delilah grumbled stabbing her egg and wishing it was Sirius.

“But you guys have to make up sometime!” Lily pressed on as she shrugged helplessly at James who mimed throwing something at Delilah’s head. Lily fought down a smile, glad the Delilah wasn’t watching James’ playful antics.

“No we don’t! He destroyed my chance to talk with Alaric Duncluse!” She glared down the long breakfast table to where the marauders were sitting eating toast like they were gods or something, and they clearly weren’t. “If you get him to go away then I’ll go down.”

“But Lila they’re his friends!”

“You’re my friend! Why doesn’t James come down here?”

“You know James comes out in hives if he’s separated from Sirius too long-,”

“Oh God what a dream boat.” Delilah threw her fork across the table were it landed with an unceremonious splat in Lily‘s scrambled eggs, “However do you control yourself around that stud?”

Lily frowned deeply, setting down her knife and fork she leant forward and spoke in lowered tones, “Delilah I really think you’re being very childish about this whole situation,”

“Well Lily I think that you and your stupid boyfriend can go fu-,” But the rest of her words were drowned out by the arrival of the morning post. Just as well, Lily thought grimly, for she wouldn’t much have liked having to curse Delilah’s tongue out of her mouth. Both girls grasped at the excuse the owls gave them to ignore each other. Delilah buried herself in Lily’s copy of the Daily Prophet even though she wouldn’t usually be caught dead reading a paper and Lily poked curiously through her letters. One from her mother (who had included a letter from her muggle friend Melanie; the girl would occasionally give Mrs Evans a letter to pass along to her friend whom she believed to be at private school) and another in curious black parchment.

Lily unfurled the black letter with fascination. The penmanship was sharp and slanted, the letters written in silver, a lovely contrast against their background. The letter was signed by Jazz Gibney. Lily felt her heart begin to pound. Why was Jazz Gibney writing to her? Of course she’d heard about the dedication he’d made… but she hadn’t honestly thought that he was really interested… after all her had to know that James was her boyfriend! Didn’t he?

The letter was brief but not too brief, short enough that it showed he had other things to be doing and long enough to show that he had put effort in. The basic gist was that he had been disappointed at not getting to spend more time with her, that he would like to in the future, that he knew she sometimes got to spend days in a village nearby the school and would she perhaps like to meet him on her next day off? Her stomach scrunched unpleasantly. She glanced down the table to where James was digging in to a large box of sweets from home and knew that he would not be happy if he knew about this letter, even if she didn’t reply.

“Who’s that from?” Delilah asked, obviously bored by the newspaper, “Bet it’s a stupid love letter from Pothead.”

“Yeah.” Lily agreed absently, “It’s from James.” She tucked the letter into her robe pocket, “Did you get anything?”

Staring at her friend queerly Delilah shook her head, “Do I ever? My mother better hurry up with my guitar, I asked for it ages ago.”

“Hmm yes,” Lily bit her lip and removed Delilah’s fork from her scrambled eggs, she then proceeded in pushing them idly around her plate, “I do love him.” She said finally and Delilah made a face.

“Are you trying to get me to gain weight or make me vomit up my breakfast Lily because you really must make up your mind.”

Lily opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by James’ arrival. He slid onto the bench next to her and buried his face in her hair to kiss her ear affectionately, she squirmed pleasantly and batted him away with a blush of pleasure, “Good morning gorgeous,” He murmured and she decided to never tell anyone about the black letter.

“Good morning.”

“Hey Pothead.” Delilah sneered before disappearing bitterly behind the newspaper again.

“Morning Delilah, I’ve got something for you.”

Without looking up from the paper Delilah replied, “If you’re giving me the finger right now it’s not funny.”

“I’m not, it’s a note,”

She looked up and sure enough he was holding out a folded piece of parchment. Both she and Lily stared at it curiously, if a little suspiciously.

“Will it make my hand fall off it I touch it?”

“Don’t be silly, that’s the rice paper. It’s from Padfoot, I haven’t read it but I’m pretty sure it’s an apology,”

“Yeah right.”

“Seriously,” He shook his outstretched hand and she reluctantly took the note from him. Lily and James watched with interest as Delilah unfolded the note and read it aloud.

“I don’t care if you’re a slutty groupie,” She read and Lily winced, “After all I shagged your sister.” What escaped her mouth next was a guttural noise very close to a growl. “I hate you guys!” She balled up the note and chucked it at James were it bounced rather spectacularly off his noise. “Well you can tell Sirius that I know he shagged my sister,” She raised her voice so that she was practically yelling and Sirius was sure to hear, “AND SHE SAYS HIS PENIS IS SMALL AND BENT AT THE TOP!” She then struggled out from the benches and stormed towards the exit. Laughter was ringing in her ears and she couldn’t decide whether they were laughing at her or her comment, she also couldn’t decide whether or not she cared.

- - - -

That girl was such an idiot! Narcissa watched the little Mudblood causing her scene and storming about like an underfed elephant and felt jealousy explode in her gut. The heat of her hate spilled over the iciness in her stomach, the rock of cold hard fear that been put in place by Lucius. She felt her blood boil with the injustice of her life.

She found herself leaving the Slytherin table and following the Mudblood’s shaggy, untamed mane of hair along the entrance hall and up the main stairway.

How was it that the Mudblood, that little runt of a girl with her bandy legs and thin lips could get Lucius in a way that Narcissa couldn’t? How could she earn his passion and Narcissa earned nothing but hate? How could he want her and not want she? It didn’t make sense! It just didn’t make sense!

How could it be that Lucius had manhandled her yet he would be tender with that filth, so tender in fact that the girl felt comfortable writing him poetry? POETRY?! How could he not appreciate the beauty of Narcissa but he could revel in the plainness of that… that…

She almost couldn’t see she felt so blinded by her grievances. The only thing that stood out to her was the head of that disgusting creature as it turned into the girls bathrooms. Unsure of what she was doing or why Narcissa marched straight into the bathrooms after her unsuspecting enemy.

The girl had already disappeared into a cubicle and locked the door. It was the cubicle at the very end of the row and Narcissa slipped into the one next to it. Unclear of what she was waiting for she put down the toilet lid and perched herself upon it. The Mudblood was talking to herself in a hot heated mutter, she had obviously made her way to the (usually) deserted second floor bathrooms in order to cool down.

After what seemed like an eternity the toilet in the next cubicle flushed and Narcissa heard the bolt be unlocked and the door open, by then she knew what she was going to do. She didn’t bother with the pretence of flushing her chain and instead simply emerged from her cubicle to see Tyler bent over the sink washing her hands. The girl looked up when she heard Narcissa’s footsteps and watched the other girl approach in the mirror above the sink, her eyes were curious and hesitant. For a second Narcissa considered walking right passed the Gryffindor and letting everything go but then she realised she couldn’t, it was the only way.

“Stay away from him.” She said coldly and Tyler stopped washing her hands and turned around.

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. Stay away from him.”

“From who?” The girl looked so ridiculously incredulous that Narcissa suffered a moment of terrifying doubt. What if she wasn’t D? What if she’d been wrong?

“From Lucius.” She persisted sounding far more sure of herself than she actually was, “He told me everything.” She lied. She watched Tyler’s face for reaction but there wasn’t one, the girl looked utterly dumbfounded. There was nothing for it but to continue. Narcissa wondered fleetingly if she wanted to have been wrong or not, would it not be better if Lucius had never tarred himself with the Mudblood? “It’s so pathetic that you think you are something,” She continued savagely staring at Tyler’s eyes, waiting for a flicker of something more than idle stupidity, “Thinking he cared about you, sending him those little letters-,” There it was. A stabbing rush of fear in the girls eyes and Narcissa knew she had been right. The revelation both crushed and rejuvenated her, she let out a cruel laugh, “You’re just a joke to him Tyler. It’s me he loves! We laugh about you and your little fantasies you know. How could you ever believe that someone like Lucius would ever want someone like you? It’s been nothing but a laugh from the beginning. I’m only telling you now because it was getting embarrassing. I think if he had received one more of your little poems Lucius might simply have died laughing, and I can’t have my fiancé dying over a worthless piece of dung like you.” She walked to the sink beside the stunned girl and admired her reflection in the mirror, she really was radiant. She puckered her lips and blew Tyler a little kiss, “I just thought you should know darling.” Then she left, feeling that maybe, just maybe, she was back in control.

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