Masquerade
The memory of that night still haunts me.
"I'm married!" ,I told myself, "with a wonderful woman ,and have a wonderful son. We are wealthy and Pure-bloods. What am I doing?"
What am I doing, indeed?
I'm cheating on my wife. That's what I'm doing. Ruining the happiness of my only son.
Met this lady- no, this goddess- in the Death Eaters' masquerade. Fell for her the instant I asked her to dance. When she touched my arms, my neck. When she caressed my hair with her slender fingers. And when the clock hit midnight, and I took my mask off, she didn't.
Said she couldn't. Said she had to leave. So she kissed me goodbye.
I, Lucius Malfoy, am cheating on my wife. Not physically. But with my mind and soul. And there is no spell that cures a broken heart.