Summary: A Lucius/Narcissa fic.- Lucius comes home from a meeting/work one night but not as his usual self. Narcissa is secretly determined to discover the cause of it for better or for worse.. But what if Narcissa begins to tolerate her cruel husband, now with his new behavior, will that stop her from going to ends to find out what it is? If she is caught what will the cold man she's known as her husband do?

Note: Even though everyone does this and It's pretty obvious that people who write HP fics on this site are not J.K Rowling I'll say it anyway. I do not own the characters and when I make up some later on in the story I will be sure to tell you. Because these original characters do not belong to me I am not getting paid for this story or intentionally breaking the laws of copyright. Cough so basically all I'm saying is don't sue me kids please were all friends now...scampers away to the yelling Lucius

(Don't worry this isn't the story... but please do be patient with Lucius's fits)

Writer: "No Lucius you do not get to have a mortal wound in this story."

Lucius: "Excuse me I will not pretend to be nice!" grabs cane

Writer: groans. "Lucius darling how many times do I have to tell you to get rid of the pimp cane!" stomps towards him.

Lucius: tears shine. "Don't let him hear that!" covers the snakes ears with gloved hands "He's very sensitive...aren't you Ralphy?" pets cane.

Writer: "Ralphy?.....Lucius, just lets go we need to get on with the script people are waiting!" picks up copy of script that he threw. "Okay from when you enter the bedroom".

Lucius: "No!"

Writer: "Yes!"

Lucius: "No!"

Writer:"Yes!"

Lucius: "No!"

Writer: "No!"

Lucius:"Yes!"

Writer: "That's the Lucy we all know, I knew you would agree! Okay people take two!"

Lucius: Huh? Wait I didn-...." Is cut off by a stage guy taking him to hair and makeup outside the door.

Writer: Looks at the waiting readers "Oh! Oh hey there! Sorry about that! We all know Lucy...( hears scream "MY NAME IS NOT LUCY YOU VILE LITTLE GIRL!!!") ..Okay well sorry to keep you ...erm...waiting ..Well here it is!"

Thunder Raged in the sky, breaking the peaceful melody of the rain. Nonetheless even a place such as Malfoy Manor couldn't over look such weather.

Narcissa Malfoy was once again alone in her house. Her husband was at work and her son at school, but a dutiful wife never complained. There she sat on her vanity stool, brushing out her long, golden hair. As she gazed absentmindedly at her reflection she suddenly realized something she had in her mind for the past day. She, Narcissa had beaten age. All the women Narcissa knew already had the disease of wrinkles plaguing them and were beginning to adopt a less complimentary figure.

Narcissa however was quite the opposite. With thirty-three years of wisdom she still possessed her silky, blond hair, ivory skin, baby blue eyes, and a perfect figure. Narcissa the delicate well-spoken wife of school governor Lucius Malfoy was constantly envied by the cold, harsh wives of the other pureblood families. If she was correct Lucius was due home any minute; and once he was Narcissa would, and not for the first time be terrified of the man she called husband. Surely enough he was right on schedule. The door slowly opened and closed as Lucius calmly entered the bedroom.

Narcissa watched him through her mirror as he removed his cloak, jacket and vest, placing his cane against the bureau. She continued to brush her hair, making it look like she hadn't noticed his entrance. Lucius started towards her, each masculine step echoing on the marble floors. Putting his hands around her shoulders he bent his head down to her level. As they stared at each other through the mirror, he slowly reached up and took the brush from her hand, placing it carefully on the vanity counter top.

Inside Narcissa was shaking with fear; he was never this quiet. Assuming the usual, she wouldn't dare anger him further, but at times her silence tended to trigger unwanted reactions. "How was your day darling?" she inquired innocently. Instead of Lucius responding he quietly reached up and gently grasped her chin, turning her to face him. Peering into her eyes, he sighed as he began to speak.

"Besides the fact that Fudge is a blabbering, moronic, fool, and that atop of my stressful morning I couldn't stop thinking about my beautiful wife here at home, everything went well." he replied casually. Narcissa blankly stared into his eyes, uncertain of what to say. "W-well that's very...good to here Lucius." She finished lamely, looking away. "Of course..." he retorted leaning forward and kissing her cheek. "It's late Narcissa, I'll be there in a few minutes." He nodded curtly, heading to the bathroom.

She was to stunned to move. There was something definitely wrong. Was it her, something she did? Or was it the "meeting" he had just attended? Narcissa pondered this as she removed her night robe exposing a silk nightgown. Crawling across the overlarge, black bed, finally resting her head on the silk pillows, she waited.

Just as she was closing her eyes, movements on the bed that were not her own jostled her fully awake. Already confused about his strange behavior that she just wanted to forget Narcissa pretended to already be asleep. Lucius however was not fooled. She felt something strong encircle her waist, pulling her closer to its source. Lucius nuzzled her neck sending shivers down her spine.

"'Cissa" he whispered, messaging circles with his fingers across her abdomen, pooling the nightgown in tide waves across her body (1). Narcissa suddenly felt bare and naked, praying to the almighty gods to let her hide underneath the warm duvet. "Don't let him see your tension!" her conscience spat with venom. Narcissa nervously placed her small hand on his larger one. "Y-..Yes Lucius?" she breathed, mentally slapping herself.

His grip tightened causing waves of anxiety throughout her mind. He slowly turned her body o that she was facing him. Steel gray eyes matched now midnight blue ones, her curves pressing into his lean, flawless torso. She was to scared to even breathe properly. Lucius was a master manipulator and could easily cease his peculiar gentleness in a blink of an eye and she knew it. Or maybe they both did?

At the age of forty-one Lucius Malfoy was still a lady-killer. The same well-toned body, long white blonde hair that smelled like vanilla, daring gray eyes, chiseled facial features and the charm to go with it. Women swooned ridiculously when he happened to strut or storm past them in the streets, taking no visible notice of there obvious admiration. They both had looks, they both had class and the surname Malfoy made it all seem ten times better. Who would have thought that while the most influential magical family in Britain were behind closed doors, the "fairytale" ended.

The fact that Lucius was all over as cold as the winter air and would never dream of openly showing affection for another person other than himself, if that at all, made this situation even more stressful for his wife. Of course they had some sort of love life after Draco was born, but Lucius was always violent, harsh, and unmerciful when it came to the time spent in the couples bedroom. Narcissa needn't even call it love for there was never love in the act; and if there was she must have missed it. She was once again reverted from her thoughts when she felt Lucius run his fingers threw her hair. Her shallow breath caught in her throat as his eyes examined her face, and raked over her body. Those eyes would be the end of her.

They had the air of intimidation and always made her out to be visibly weaker and less capable then him. He seemed satisfied with her appearance once he brought his face closer, lightly kissing her. The light caresses soon transformed into passionate, hurried ones that she was forced to respond to. Narcissa gasped for breath as they turned into slow deliberate touches, trailing across her jaw and slender neck. His gentleness continued throughout their passion, leaving Narcissa even more bewildered if there was such a thing.

"There must be a reason, I know him, What is it? I must find out." She thought tiredly as she listened to the rhythm of her husband's heartbeat, closing her eyes.

1(1): The quote : pooling the nightgown in tide waves across her body is from the Shakespeare peace "A midsummer's nights dream". Well at least in the version I read.

2) Anyway guys what do you think? Please review and be as nice or not so nice as you want. Please no swearing because it is not appreciated or any other profanity for that matter. Thx guys!

---------- Come on Review...I know you want to...tell us what you think. Lucius: "Yes do tell".

Writer: Leave them alone don't scare them...

Lucius: "please ...just as you said erm...wrote women swoon over me"...

Writer: rolls eyes while smacking his head and running away

Lucius: "Hey! My hair" come back here you!" runs after