Note- For My Other Half Challenge. My desired character was Lucius Malfoy and his other half was Andromeda Black. Prompts were: Fascination, bliss and perfection.
Andromeda.
He rolled the name off his tongue and it sounded perfect but yet bitter.
There was something about her that fascinated him. Something that made him want to know everything about her.
Every Malfoy ball, he would watch her stand out and talk friendly to anyone that came across her.
She was such a gentle creature. Such a delicate and fragile human being…
He wanted to touch her; he wanted to hear her moans as he planted kisses alongside her neck. Wanted to hear her scream his name as he gives her pleasure.
Pleasure that every single woman wants from him.
He took her inside one night, alone and he took her virginity away from her.
It was bliss and a night of heaven.
But yet, he felt ashamed of himself as he saw her stay far away from him after that.
He watched her cripple away with fear.
He knew he was the one who did this to her. He knew that it would haunt him for the rest of his life that he took the virginity of the unwilling Andromeda.
He swore to himself that he would never take away a woman's virginity if they weren't willing to let him.
Then, one day she ran away from her family. Narcissa and Bellatrix didn't allow anyone to speak to them about Andromeda.
The next day, she wrote a letter to her sisters, explaining why she ran away from home.
She married a mudblood. Lucius felt his skin crawl with anger and hatred.
She could have had anyone. She could have had him! Even if he was the one who took away her virginity, but yet he promised to himself that he would of took better care of her if he had the chance.
And he did.
But with Narcissa.
Narcissa wasn't the same as Andromeda. Wasn't as perfect as her.
But yet, it still wasn't enough.
He saw her, years later after the war end. Mourning over the loss of her husband, daughter and son-in-law.
He felt sorrow for her. Felt like it was his fault. (Perhaps it was?).
He walked over to her weeping form and laid a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up, teary eyed at him and somehow in Lucius eyes, she looked much younger than she was.
He finally caught his breath and whispered sorrowfully to her.
"I'm sorry."
And he meant it.