A/N: Just posting this here because despite it being a year later, it really bugs me that Delphi exists. It truly doesn't make any sort of sense to me… unless of course the parentage was covered up…
Narcissa Malfoy laid on the bed, breathing heavily as the tears streamed down her face. She could still feel him… inside of her; on top of her… his hands roaming over her body. The room was dark and quiet, but she dare not move in case the Dark Lord was nearby; she didn't want to bring forth his rage again.
The door creaked as it was slowly opened. The Lady Malfoy buried her face in the mattress, praying that whoever it was would go away and leave her in peace. "Cissa…" a familiar voice whispered.
Narcissa cringed as she felt rough hands upon her bare shoulder. Go away, she prayed, a sob threatening to break from her vocal chords. Please, leave me be.
"Cissa," the voice repeated, the rough hands squeezing her shoulder. Narcissa looked up and- through the faint moonlight- saw the face of her husband. His hand went up to brush the tears from her eyes. After a moment, Narcissa leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his arms embrace her; the whiskers in his face brush her cheek as he nuzzled her. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…"
A sob escaped her throat, despite her attempts to muffle it with her husband's shoulder. No words could describe how she felt; no words of comfort could ease the pain that carved itself into her soul. Not even her husband- who had been forced to watch as the Dark Lord made his conquest- could ease the sorrow that made her heart the weight of stone.
After several minutes, Lucius cradled his wife to his chest, and made a soft 'pop' as they apparated into the master bedroom. Slowly, he laid down, his arms still clinging to her as tight as possible. Eventually, she was able to close her eyes and fall into a fitful slumber.