Plum
Plums start sweet and end bitter, he thought. Just like her. Sweet on the beginning, but as time passed, she got bitter, hard to swallow.
Sweet when they got married, sweet when they entered for the first time the giant and pretty manor house that his father gave them for wedding gift. Sweet when she got pregnant. Sweet when the little blond was born, like she used to call the baby.
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Suddenly, evil entered the house. The Dark Lord, the corruption. She was afraid. Her sweetness was going away, as Lucius tried to buy her sympathy with jewelry and clothes. And then was gone.
The plum that once was sweet became bitter. Bitter like her. His flower. Narcissa.
" You're mad at me?" he asked, once
"No."
"No? What I must do to make you smile?"
She gave him one of her fake smiles, because the real ones were gone too. His plum was already bitter.
"I saw a beautiful necklace in a store in Diagonal Alley."
He smiled.
"It's yours."