A one shot I wrote about a month ago for a friend's birthday. Some Lucissa fluff for everyone :)


Narcissa did not consider herself a foolish person. Far from it. In fact, she normally saw herself as someone who was rather clued in to the events around her, but, in the first moment of clarity for the day, she could freely have admitted she had acted irrationally. However, something about the day had thrown her into hysterics in ways she could not have predicted.

It had started that morning when she had woken at 5am. It was a time she considered inappropriate, though, that did not matter. Still, any time she attempted to shut her eyes to sneak a few more hours of blessed sleep, her brain seemed too over active to gain what she craved. Instead, she was left to stare blankly at the canopy of her bed as her heart raced and pounded in her chest.

Then, when she had finally risen from her bed and sunk into her bath, she had been submerged for so long she had wrinkled up leaving her to look more like Great Grandmother Violette. Of course, it faded over time, but, it had thrown her into a panic that had lasted hours. Something she never should have felt when she knew her body was supple enough to not be tarnished for very long.

However, the moment she saw her sister and mother it was worse. After her hair had been styled, her makeup applied and had slipped into her specifically chosen dress, her mood had worsened. For the first time in living memory, she had snapped at her mother over arrangements that, in hindsight, had been perfect, but seemed to be of ministerial importance. The only thing worse was the screaming match she had started with Bella over who else she thought should have accompanied and walked beside her that day.

The only person she had failed to get into a disagreement with was her father. Perhaps, it might have been his grip on her arm or the shakes that racked her thin frame, but, either way, her lips were locked shut. She just stared dumb struck as she felt the reassuring pat on her arm.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was one exception but it was fairly obvious so she though she did not even need to consider it. She never found she could voice a word of opposition to the man she met at the end of the aisle and, that day, was no exception.

His usual long blonde locks were pulled back in their trademark ribbon, yet there was one obvious difference she, and everyone else, could not fail to notice. His eyes were their normal grey and like stone, though, there was something unique billowing below the surface. A sparkle she rarely ever saw. It gleamed forward from the corner of his eye and the only thing better was their focus: Her and only her.

So, when she finally felt the grip of her fathers slacken and a new grip took her unusually sweaty palms, she whispered Merlin over and over again as her lips twitched between shock and a smile. However, she remained silent until she spoke two words, "I do".