Disclaimer:I don't own lucius or narcissa, or tom, I just get to play with them.
Summary:Lucius looking back on his life with narcissa, as he prepares to change things. Inspired by the song "Already gone"
Lucius smiled slightly, sadly as he looked down at the sleeping blond on the bed, gently stroking her hair with his fingers. She looked so peaceful, so young laying there with her hand curled up under his chin as she laid on her side. So unlike the coolly aloof woman he'd known in recent years, and more like the girl he'd known.
"Lucius!"Narcissa smiled happily as she looked up at her fiancee, amused as hetugged her to her feet, pulling her onto the dancefloor.
"Yes love?"Luicus smiled down at the shorter woman, pressing his lips across her foothead as he began the apporiate steps.
"I can't dance."She said smiling up at him, teasing and warm, and even if she couldn't dance, she was glad to do it with him.
"I can."Lucius smiled sweetly at her. Though their parents had arranged their marriage, he'd come to care and love the petite woman.
When had everything changed?When had she become the coolly polite wife he had these days? Had he caused this, by being the man his father had taught him to be?
Had he caused her to seek out another for affection?Had he abandoned her so much that she didn't know he still loved her?
Luicus stared at the sight in front of him, rage boiling under the surface even if it didn't show on the expressionless face."What, pray tell, are you doing?"
Narcissa gasped softly as she drew away from Lord Voldemort, staring at her husband, eyes wide. She'd never thought...never thought that her husband would ever find out. She loved him, but sometimes she wondered if he cared for her at staring into that emotionless face, but with eyes so filled with hurt, she knew he did.
Lucius stood bending down to kiss her forehead, a touch as light as a butterfly's kiss.
"Goodbye."He whispered walking towards the door, wondering when she'd realized he'd gone.
Then he laughed humorlessly as he walked down the marble staircase of Malfoy Manor, because he knew the truth.
She'd already gone on without him.