Written for my fanfic100 challenge. See my profile for details.

The rain was pouring really hard, even for a British spring. Each individual drop felt like a stinging curse upon my skin. I chased her and if I hadn't have been so numb, I would have cried desperately.

"Narcissa," I cried out. "Don't do this!" Her drenched robes were weighing her down and I was thankful. I closed the space between us and closed my arms around her. "What are you doing?"

"Let go of me, Malfoy!" She writhed in my grasp, but she didn't care enough to break free. Her words were defeated and each killed me a little. "Just… let go."

She was crying; her breathing told me although she didn't allow me to see her beautiful face. Her ribs were heaving and her breath shuddered. "Narcissa… I didn't… I wouldn't…"

"Don't you even say anything to me," Her voice turned venomous and she turned to face me directly. "You're absolutely despicable and I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

I turned away from her and released her. "If that's what you wish, Miss Black. But if you want to leave, you need to know something," I said, not looking at her. She stood before me, not moving from her spot. I then looked into her deep blue eyes and continued. "I couldn't ever, ever kiss Angeline Goyle. There's no way I could kiss anybody but you ever again. I love you, Narcissa and if you want to think anything else… then you're sorely mistaken."

I was so angry that I had to hold back all desire to hex everything in my line of vision… but I was also numb, defeated, and terribly hurt. I wanted to obliterate that stupid castle, set my broomstick on fire, unearth the whomping willow, and destroy anyone who came in his way. He looked at Narcissa who was looking directly at him. Why wouldn't she leave? She had accused him of cheating on her and yet she just stood there as if she expected him to apologize for something he hadn't done.

"Do you… you didn't kiss her?" She sobbed heavily, her blonde hair hanging damp across her angelic face. I could barely form the words to respond in the negative because I felt so betrayed by her. "No, Narcissa. I did not kiss her. I did not talk to her. I did nothing."

Her teary eyes turned from me before she ran into my arms, sobbing, "I'm so sorry, Lucius. I should have trusted you. I should have believed you…" I held on to her, fearing if I let go then she would run away… or disappear. She would become a stranger to me if she was to ever leave… and that would be the worst thing in the world.