To Be The Lady Malfoy: A Collection

We at the Daily Prophet are pleased to announce the marriage between Miss Narcissa Black and Mister Lucius Malfoy. At present, however, we have not been given the date and location. We implore the couple to send the information as soon as possible.

She snorted, tossing back her blond hair and setting the deplorable newspaper aside. There was no mention of their Ancient and Noble houses, or their parents' independent wealth as any respectable paper wrote about. What idiocy on the Prophet's part… And to mention that her husband and herself had not given them the proper information to be stalked? Preposterous. Deplorable. Idiotic. Lady Narcissa Malfoy was not pleased, not at all.

"I see you've read the Prophet, Narcissa." Lucius' smooth voice met her ears with welcome and she turned slightly to acknowledge his presence.

"I have." The disgusted undertone was enough to tell Lucius exactly what she thought of the "article", and his slight frown showed her he felt the same. "We will deal with it when we return, Lucius?" It was not so much a question as a suggestion. One Lucius was willing to allow. He gave her a slight nod and held out a hand.

She took it, gracefully rising from her seat and stepping close. "Let us…" he trailed off, gazing at her a moment. Narcissa made a soft noise in the back of her throat and leaned up, pressing their lips together in the second kiss they had shared since the ceremony.

"Let's," she agreed, and they made their way to the Portkey that would take them to their first destination on their three month honeymoon: Greece.