Title: Cold Manor
Rating: K+
Summary: Narcissa has come to realize her husband was only hers on loan
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters they all belong to JK
It was a quite night at the manor as she looked out the window towards her rose gardens. She felt cold and dead on the inside as if she was kissed by a dementor and her soul was sucked away. She had never felt so alone and empty not since the first war. She knew she had a mission and that everything she did was for survival and for a better future but that did not make her sleep better at night.
Then there was the worrying about her husband who was always away now that the dark lord was back. She had gotten so used to having him to herself that now that she no longer has him she feels so alone without him. Her husband was really only hers on loan.
"Cissa, what are you still doing up?" Her husband asked as he pulled off his mask and black robes. He looked worried.
"I was having trouble sleeping, I was thinking about Draco." She said feeling bad for lying to her husband but it was not as if she could just come right out and say she missed him and wanted him home with her and that she was having trouble sleeping because he was not beside her. In the back of her mind all she wanted to do was tell him the truth but she knew she could do no such thing.
"What for he is safe at school?" Lucius asked.
"No darling he is not safe at school, not with the war coming. He is considered the enemy and I fear that the old fool will try something with him." She said hoping to get him to leave it alone but she was having no such luck tonight.
"I know you better then that Narcissa what is truly the matter?" He asked standing with her in front of the window. She turned her cold blue eyes on him startling him with how sad and cold they looked.
"I am just coming to terms with my losses." She said as she pulled off her robe getting ready for bed. Her husband stayed put by the window trying to figure out what in the wizard she was talking about.
"What losses darling?" He asked crawling into bed next to her, but he did not pull her close like he used to do and there was no kiss on the cheek or a hug. He did not stroke her hair as they talked in the night as he used to do before the dark lords return. She had really lost him.
"My husband." And with that she rolled over and fell asleep. She did not see of course the look of sadness that rolled across his face as he realized his wife was of course right again. She was really alone again.
