A Wife's Duties
Lucius Malfoy walked out of number 13, Princeton Apartment, feeling completely satisfied, and not a bit resentful. Until he thought of his wife. She was dying of cancer and her he was shagging her doctor. He usually didn't feel that sorry for her. After all, she had done the same thing a few years back with Arthur Weasley's second son. Charlie, was it? That was before she was diagnosed. Draco was twenty when she was told by the doctor. She was referred to a specialist in muggle diseases, and that's when he met her. Smart, beautiful, and funny, she was the same age as Draco, not that that mattered. She reminded him so much of Narcissa, yet completely different. the first thing he slept with her was completely unexpected. She had come to see Narcissa with test results. Narcissa had been in Venice at the time. He had invited her in all the same, one thing had led to another, and that was history. The second time had been a tactical plan on Lucius' behalf, he had ambushed her just before closing time, claiming to want to talk about his wife. They never did. After that, it became a regular occurance. Never at his place, almost always at hers. His wife never suspected a thing, and if she did, she never said a word. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife, he did, very much so. But she was dying, and when she died, he would have no one. He didn't like change, and this would be a huge change. So he did what any loving husband woudl do. He started looking for a new wife, and then she landed in his lap. He watched her, and she reminded him of Narcissa like no other woman ever had. Never mind that her blood wasn't pure, he could overlook that in this case, she was perfect. He thought how would have plently of time to get to know her, but he didn't. Narcissa faded rapidly and before he knew it, she was gone. But the one thing about Narcissa he'll never forget, was the way she knew her duties as his wife. She had known all along. He had to give her some credit. As Narcissa lay on her death bed, she asked to see her. Narcissa's last words were, "look after him, Hermione," and she did.
Lucius Malfoy walked out of number 13, Princeton Apartment, feeling completely satisfied, and not a bit resentful. Until he thought of his wife. She was dying of cancer and her he was shagging her doctor. He usually didn't feel that sorry for her. After all, she had done the same thing a few years back with Arthur Weasley's second son. Charlie, was it? That was before she was diagnosed. Draco was twenty when she was told by the doctor. She was referred to a specialist in muggle diseases, and that's when he met her. Smart, beautiful, and funny, she was the same age as Draco, not that that mattered. She reminded him so much of Narcissa, yet completely different. the first thing he slept with her was completely unexpected. She had come to see Narcissa with test results. Narcissa had been in Venice at the time. He had invited her in all the same, one thing had led to another, and that was history. The second time had been a tactical plan on Lucius' behalf, he had ambushed her just before closing time, claiming to want to talk about his wife. They never did. After that, it became a regular occurance. Never at his place, almost always at hers. His wife never suspected a thing, and if she did, she never said a word. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife, he did, very much so. But she was dying, and when she died, he would have no one. He didn't like change, and this would be a huge change. So he did what any loving husband woudl do. He started looking for a new wife, and then she landed in his lap. He watched her, and she reminded him of Narcissa like no other woman ever had. Never mind that her blood wasn't pure, he could overlook that in this case, she was perfect. He thought how would have plently of time to get to know her, but he didn't. Narcissa faded rapidly and before he knew it, she was gone. But the one thing about Narcissa he'll never forget, was the way she knew her duties as his wife. She had known all along. He had to give her some credit. As Narcissa lay on her death bed, she asked to see her. Narcissa's last words were, "look after him, Hermione," and she did.