Their Love

His Ring

Chapter 1

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For the hundredth time Narcissa wondered why she had to get married. She was sure her mother gave her a good reason. But she couldn't think of it at the moment. She felt a little light headed. And her stomach was cramping a little. Her mother had waved it off as butterflies, but she'd always thought of butterflies as soft and delicate creatures. Surely they couldn't be the reason her stomach was rolling, and her heart was slamming into overdrive.

It wasn't like she didn't know who she was marrying. He'd even gone to the same school as her, of course they never really hanged out or anything. They talked once in a while, but she had never really seen him as the man she was going to marry someday. But here she was being married off.

Narcissa sighed as she smoothed out her dress in the mirror, just so. But she had fought this wedding. She'd even gotten Bell on her side; it seemed as if she didn't like her soon to be husband that much, not all actually. But Bell's husband had smiled through the rant her sister had given and shook his head. But no matter how hard she'd tried her mother had not bugged an inch. "Someday you'll thank me Cissy." She'd said.

Like always she had caved in. But now this was going to determine the rest of her life. But no matter how much she wanted to run out the doors of the church she knew she wasn't going to. She was going to walk up to Lucius Malfoy and she going to say yes, in a strong and confident voice.

She wasn't going to look back at her sister or her mother; she was just going to walk, until she got there. Then she was going to do her best to have a happy life. Now if only she could make herself believe that, than she was sure she could walk down like nothing ever happened. But what if she tripped and fell and embarrassed everyone?

Why wasn't anyone here to ease her fear? Her mother had left and her sister had never been here. And Andy, her older sister, the one they weren't supposed to talk about wasn't here. She knew that if Andy had been here than everything would have been fine. It was times like these she missed her sister.

"It's almost time." Someone offered before closing the door again.

"Good to know" she whispered to herself

As soon as she walked out the door her father would lead her to her soon to be husband and her life would change forever. She couldn't help but be thankful that her father would be there to keep her going.

That's what the father was for after all, to keep the bride from running or to keep them from falling flat on their faces. At least she understood that now. Narcissa Black took a deep breath and prepared to become Narcissa Malfoy.

She opened the door concentrating on her breathing and walking. When her father looped his arm around hers she knew there was no escaping, it was time for a new beginning. She was going to be positive, and she was not going to fall on her face in front of everyone. As the thought ran through her head she tripped, and once again thanked god that her father was there to keep her up.

"Watch where you're going Cissy were almost there." Her father hissed

Now if only he could be a little more understanding.

Narcissa sighed as the doors were opened and she was lead into the other room where her life was about to change.

For better or for worse her life was about to change once and far all.

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Lucius stared at himself in the mirror as he straightened his tie. He was going to get himself a wife today…how annoying. It wasn't even one he had picked out. He name was Narcissa Black. He knew the black family. He even knew Narcissa, she had gone to the same school but they were interested in different things and had never really talked. Now it felt strange preparing to marry her.

But his father wanted this and he was going to do his best. He couldn't help but laugh at the memory of the building that the wedding would take place in. He'd taken a look when it was filling. It looked more like a funeral than a wedding. Everyone was sour looking and some were even wearing black.

Lucius shook his head as he concentrated his face in the mirror; he started to form different expressions before he achieved his usual mask. That was the one he'd use for the wedding he deiced as he went to sit down on the bench in the room. His careful mask slipped into a thoughtful one when he thought of Narcissa Black. He hadn't seen her for a while.

She was a year younger than him. And he'd only seen her in the halls once in a while, or when she would run into the common room. In fact he had only noticed her because she completely ignored him. And that in itself was something. It also gave him a bit of respect for the girl, but perhaps not enough to marry her.

But he said he would marry her and so he would. He would stand at the alter and wait for her to make her way and than he would say yes. He would not run he would stand there patiently. When she was a little late, because her make-up just wasn't right, he wasn't even going to bat a lash. He would remain standing.

He hoped that this woman wasn't ditsy or clumsy. And a whole lot of other things, he couldn't live with certain types of people. He hoped his father had chosen rightly.

But no matter what he was given he was going to take it, smile and walk away. That was what he always did. But this time he might just not smile.

"It's time." He heard someone call from behind the door

"Alright" he answered back in an emotionless voice

He quickly stood up and walked over to the mirror. He shaped his face the way he wanted it and walked through the door.

He was prepared to formally meet Narcissa Black before she officially became Narcissa Malfoy. At least her name went well with his last name. That might help in some situations and calling cards. He was sure she was the type of person who had to go to every party. He was already dreading that.

He walked up some stairs and took his place standing. It would be any moment, and his future wife would walk through that door.

He watched as the doors seemed to slowly open up.

He was prepared; he would not run from responsibility. He would keep his mask on and watch as she walked up, no matter what she looked like.

He was going to marry this girl and he was going to live with her till death do they part. He just hoped he wouldn't be praying for death any time soon.

She wasn't exactly what he had expected when she walked in, more like floated in. She wasn't the ugliest thing he had ever seen. In fact he was sure that some people would call her a beauty.

Her dress swished as she took careful steps closer to him. Her blond hair was down and straight with a slight lift as the bottom. She wasn't fat but she wasn't to skinny either. He hadn't seen a lot of this particular black but he was sure she hadn't been this pretty in school.

But beauty wasn't everything, Lucius reminded himself as he schooled his features to stay in the usual uninterested expression. He watched as she stopped staring at her feet and looked around the room. When her gaze collided with his it didn't move any more. Lucius found himself captivated by her eyes. They were almost sparkling. Wait. They were sparkling. As Lucius looked closer at her eyes he realized they were sparkling with humor.

Lucius broke her gaze and looked around the room and realized that she saw the same funeral like setting for their wedding. This time when Lucius looked back into her eyes, they sparkled just as much as hers did. But not with humor but with relief all his fears that she was a stupid girl fell out the window with just one look. And all of a sudden the future wasn't as bad as he had thought.

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There was no denying that he was a handsome man. But he had also been handsome boy at school. His hair was slicked back and his features were portrayed in a bored expression. But to her it seemed almost forced. It was also strange how his eyes had lightened up when they had looked back at her. Maybe he also showed some humor in the atmosphere surrounding them.

She wouldn't be surprised if someone in the crowd started crying. When she looked back at the crowd she saw that nothing had changed. Everyone was wearing black and looking on as if someone had died. No one smiled encouragingly, in fact some even shook there heads in pity. When she had looked back up at her father he had also been walking on as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

But this was how weddings were in the pure blood world. She vaguely remembered Bell having the exact same kind of wedding. She also remembered wearing black herself. She was surprised she wasn't wearing black right now.

But she walked on as she had said she would, the only difference was she also looked up at her soon to be husband. Lucius also looked at her with critical eyes that made her want to squirm. It also made her pray that he didn't find her lacking in anything. She didn't find him lacking he was everything she had expected. But he was also so much more. She could not see it in his face, but his eyes. She saw everything she wanted to in his eyes.

She'd have to tell him to practice guarding his eyes someday. And before she knew it she was standing next to him. And the preacher was talking. She had expected the worse day of her life to go a little slower. But now it seemed to be going so fast.

That was when she realized she no longer saw this as her worse day ever. This was her best day so far. How it had become so she would never know. She couldn't even remember why she had fought this wedding so hard, it all seemed so silly now. But at this moment all she could see was Lucius. All she knew was that this was a start to a new beginning, a beginning with Lucius, and all of a sudden it didn't seem that bad. Lucius Malfoy was no longer the husband from a nightmare but the husband off her deepest dream.

So when she spoke the word yes, when asked. It wasn't whispered or stuttered, it was strong and sure, like she said she would in her room. And she had no regrets.

Was this love at first site? She didn't know it was most certainty intense liking.

And when they sealed their vows with a kiss. Both Narcissa and Lucius knew this could be the best or the worst thing that had ever happened to them. Because they could fall and fall fast. And once you were in love there was no going back. Purebloods weren't supposed to love, it was almost a rule and heaven help them they both knew they were going to break it.

They were falling in love with just that one look.

A/N: Here's the first chapter to my five shot! YAY! I got it out. But you know I don't like the ending I like when there in the dressing room more. But what can you do, this is how it turned out and no matter how many times I tried to change it the words just wouldn't budge. Anyways I'll have the second chapter out relatively fast since I have already written it.

Thanxs for reading.