Right, well this is my first Lucius/Narcissa story so please be nice in your reviewing… oh, and if I get some good feedback then I'll put chapter 2 up! Enjoy… x
Never Again
Lucius Malfoy sat admiring the red liquid in his goblet in the dimmed light of his drawing room, enquiringly tilting it from one side to the other before sipping. He watched as his one year old son, Draco, sat on the floor cross-legged, playing with his father's wand curiously.
"One day," Lucius drawled to his son, "you too will have a wand."
Draco continued to poke at the wand.
"You will make us proud, my son. I am sure of it."
The door of the drawing room opened tentatively. For a moment, Lucius thought it to be a timid house-elf but was surprised to see his beautiful wife, Narcissa, enter the room, her usual air of elegance somewhat missing.
She stared at him, an unmistakable look of disappointment in her piercing blue eyes before turning to Draco. She glided her way across the room and picked him up. Draco cried a little as his father's wand slipped from his tiny fingers and onto the floor, emitting an innocent violet spark as it hit the marble.
"Time for bed my lovely," she whispered in her son's ear before planting a soft kiss on his forehead and leaving the room.
Lucius pondered for a moment about the look of disgust he had seen from his wife. It couldn't possibly be about what he thought. No. She could not know about that. How could she know about that?
He shook himself sharply and took a rather large gulp of his crimson wine. What had happened had happened and he would not dwell on the past. He loved Narcissa and Draco. And Narcissa would never know that he had ever thought otherwise.
Narcissa re-entered the drawing room and closed the door firmly behind her. She was, yet again, glaring at him.
"Is everything alright, my dear?" he questioned.
Narcissa continued to glare.
Lucius cleared his throat and tipped his goblet upwards, draining his goblet before promptly rising from his armchair and heading towards the door for bed.
Narcissa didn't move as he approached it.
He tried to avoid her gaze as her nose scrunched and eyes narrowed. She must have found out. But how?
There was a moment of stillness. The only sound was of the slowly ticking clock on the mantle. Unexpectedly, Narcissa struck Lucius face with the back of her hand. A stinging, hot wave blotched over Lucius' left cheek as his disbelief of his wife's action began to sink in.
A tear glistened in Narcissa's icy eyes, "How could you?" she spat.
"Narcissa, let me explain," Lucius pleaded.
"How could you?" she asked spitefully.
Lucius heart ached to see his wife talking to him like this. He wished on his very soul that he could undo what he had done. He prayed to God for her to see that he still cared for her and loved her.
"Please," he pleaded again, "Let me explain to you," he reached out to touch her glossy hair but she smacked his hand away as he extended it.
He looked into her unforgiving eyes. Something, he didn't know what, softened. Perhaps she could see how sorry he was? Or that the love that glistened in his eyes for her since their first meeting had not withered.
"You have ten minutes," she whispered, tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks.
He nodded. She wasn't going to like this, but perhaps his explanation would save him. There was only one way to find out.