Title: The Cuts Run Deep
Author: Metamorphmagus chick
Rating: M
Words: 860
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters within it. This disclaimer is for the whole story.
Warning: Self-harm, May Trigger, Smut (comes in a few chapters)
Summary: Narcissa has a problem, she likes to cut. This is a look into her relationship with Lucius and how they deal with her problems. Loosely centered around Half-Blood prince. Warnings: Self-harm, Smut, Lemons, May Trigger, LMNM
A/N: This chapter is a little on the shorter side, but the next chapters are longer I promise(:
"Narcissa, please stop this." Lucius whispered as he crawled into bed beside his wife. "Draco will be home for Christmas soon. You can't keep doing this in front of him"
"You don't understand." she whispered, tears pouring silently down her face. "I need to do this to make me feel okay." She was sitting on the edge of their bed in a black night gown. Her white blonde hair hung around her face. She ran her wand along her pale arm and wrist as the hot, sticky, crimson liquid started to flow. It became a long thin bubble, becoming fatter and fatter.
"Cissy, I can make everything better." Lucius said to her softly. "I can make your pain go away." They both knew that he didn't know how he could do that. He got involved with The Dark Lord when he was young. Now that He was back everything was up to Him. Lucius hoped that he could make Narcissa see that he was really trying and that he would help her in any way he could.
"I'm not as strong as you Lucius. Not with Draco on a secret mission for The Dark Lord. And you being gone for days at a time. This is the only way I can handle my stress." she replied softly. The bubble of blood finally burst. Drops of blood slowly trickled down onto her moon white thighs.
"Draco and I will be fine Ciss, I promise. We'll never leave you alone." Lucius said rubbing Narcissa's back. As much as Narcissa and Lucius fought, she cared for him almost as much as Draco. So maybe they weren't in love, but they certainly loved each other.
"Cissy, I can make things better. Let's just find a way to make your stress go away. I can talk to you. We can go away for a while. Something. Anything. You just tell me what."
Lucius groaned in pain and quickly took away his hand off of Narcissa's back. "Not now," she said softly as he climbed back out of bed. "Please."
"I'm sorry Cissa." he said as he walked to where his Death Eater mask and robes lay.
"Don't go. Please!" she begged as more and more tears ran down her face.
Lucius walked over to her side of the bed. "Stand up." he ordered and she obliged quickly. He cupped her tearstained face in his hands. "The Dark Lord needs me. You know that. I will be perfectly fine. There is no need to hurt yourself, and no need to worry about me. I will be home later, I promise."
She clung to him with everything she had. "You don't know that. Don't say it."
"I'll be back in a little while Cissy." he whispered as he lightly brushed her hair out of her face. "Please don't worry about me and please don't hurt yourself anymore tonight." He softly placed a kiss on her forehead before moving back towards his robes and mask. With a loud crack, he disapparated and Narcissa was left alone.
"No!" she sobbed as she sat back down on her bed. She was having trouble catching her breath as her hot tears were mixing with the drying blood on her arms. Narcissa picked up her wand once more. She traced the closing wounds releasing a fresh wave of blood from the wounds. The same bubble came out, getting fatter and fatter until it burst and dripped down her arms. She gulped at the air as the blood flowed. She could breathe again. She felt like a giant pressure had been lifted from her chest. She was exhausted.
Narcissa lay down on the bed. Still crying she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
o.O
Lucius stumbled back into the room around daybreak. The masked man was breathing heavily. He pulled his mask of and there was blood trickling down his face. Lucius could feel bruises were starting to form all over his body. He slowly pulled his robes off and moaned in pain as he made his way to his sleeping wife.
"Cissy, no." he whispered as he kneeled beside the bed. Lucius didn't care about his wounds at all. He wanted to help his wife. He kissed her forehead before standing back up and walking to the master bathroom to grab a towel.
Narcissa stirred on the bed as Lucius came back over. "Shh," he whispered in her ear, "I'm okay."
He dampened the towel with his wand before slowly wiping the dried blood from Narcissa. He started at her thighs where there was only dried blood, and then he moved to her arms. She hissed in her sleep as Lucius ran the rough towel over her sensitive cuts.
He was focusing on the task that he was doing when a soft voice whispered, "Lucius, you're bleeding."
"I'm okay Ciss, I'm worried about you." his deep voice responded.
"Don't. Please just lay with me until morning." she asked softly fearing rejection.
"Okay, Cissa. For you." he replied softly as he walked around the bed. Lucius climbed in and pulled his wife close.
"Thank you." she whispered as she laid a soft kiss on his lips.
