Written for: The "What a Boyfriend/Husband Should Do" Competition in the HPFC.
Prompt: (Number 13) Stay up all night with her when she's sick
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Malfoys are better than others for many reasons; wealth, respect, and manners. We are groomed at a young age to be proper, civilized people. Not only in front of guests but also behind closed doors.
My father, Abraxas Malfoy, taught me how to be a husband. "Hold the door for her and bow your head," he said, so I always did.
"Give her your robe when she's cold," he said, so I always did.
"Stay up all night with her when she's sick," he told me. So I always did.
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I placed the cool cloth on her forehead and dabbed her slight perspiration away. Her eyes were only half-open, weak from the sickness that overtook her body.
"Lucius..." she whispered, turning her head towards me.
"Yes, darling, I'm here."
"Lucius... I'm so cold."
"I will get you another blanket, Cissa."
She sighed through her nose. "I'm so tired."
"Then sleep, my love."
I followed my father's advice, as I always did. In the wee hours of the morning, just as dawn started to brighten the sky, my beloved wife passed away, with me by her side.