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Fanfiction Marathon - LuciusAlice
Ususual Pairing - LuciusAlice
Prompt Relay - Marauder Era
Hangman - B
Broken Beyond Repair
She was fire to Narcissa's ice. She was passion to Narcissa's calm. She was everything to Narcissa's nothing.
As with most Pureblood marriages, Lucius and Narcissa was a pairing that was agreed upon by their parents, their fathers in particular. It was not a love match, it was a political match, and on paper, they were perfect for one another.
Lucius was as icy as his wife to be. He was aloof and proud, arrogant with not a hint of apology. He was a Malfoy. He was the only heir to one of the most powerful names in wizarding history. He was unashamed and he was indifferent to those around him.
She was the light to Narcissa's dark. She was the sun to Narcissa's moon. She was the hot to Narcissa's cold.
He met with her in secret, betraying both his life and hers. They fit like nothing else ever had, and she was his for just a few short hours at a time. Empty classrooms. The Astronomy Tower. Even the Lake, one late spring evening. She was, for a brief while, his happiness.
Narcissa knew about her. She didn't care. Narcissa had her own... friends. She was only marrying Lucius for his name and his bank accounts, much the same as he was only marrying her to keep his father happy.
She was the deep to Narcissa's shallow. She was the dangerous to Narcissa's safe. She was the full to Narcissa's empty.
She was there for him until she wasn't. The day when she no longer answered his letters was the worst of his life. The day when he saw her smiling face in the Prophet, the letters underneath forming the words that announced her upcoming nuptials, and months later, her pregnancy, were like stabs to his already wounded heart.
She was his until she wasn't. She was his until he no longer had the strength to keep her.
He visited her sometimes, whenever life got too much. He donned his invisibility charms, and he snuck his way into her hospital room, taking comfort from her presence even though she no longer knew nor cared that he had ever existed.
Yet the comfort never came, and he never felt whole again.
Alice wasn't whole any more. She was broken beyond repair, and Lucius couldn't fix her. Alice was gone, and Lucius knew he would never feel fully alive again.