This Story is planned to have only three chapters, following the moments were Narcissa appears human…when compassion and love shines through her cold mask.
Narcissa Black sat in her boudoir, her hands clasped in what appeared to be dignity, but what was really attempted self-control. Her knuckles were ghost white, but it was not that noticeable against her ivory skin. She arched her back as her mother hit a snare in her hair as she brushed it. "Mama!" She exclaimed, wincing as her mother rapped her sharply with her knuckles against her head. "Sorry Mama."
"You'd best be sorry Narcissa." Opal admonished harshly, as she gently ran the brush through her daughter's pale hair, as fine as the moon's delicate reflection upon water. "Are you happy Cissy?" The dark-haired woman asked more softly, her startling blue eyes peering gently into the brilliant blue eyes of her youngest daughter.
"Yes Mama. But scared. Lucius is six years older then I. He loves me, and I him. He's nice to me Mama, ever so nice." Narcissa said fondly, her pale cheeks flushing a mild rosy pink.
Opal smiled, a real smile, a true smile. One of the few true smiles that had flirted with her features since her favourite daughter was born. Narcissa, with her soft, elegant beauty, her gentle, soft, disposition, and her dulcet,light voice, was Opal's favourite. Bellatrix was too harsh, but still beautiful, in her own, dark way. Andromeda too was beautiful, but headstrong and a blood-traitor, and was no longer considered her daughter. "That's wonderful Narcissa. You're luckier then you could ever know." The older woman informed her daughter.
Narcissa laughed, a light sound. "I know Mama. He's so kind. Is that not odd? He follows the Dark Lord, is unkind to enemies, yet he is so gentle with me." Opal shook her fabulous mane, a thick banner of chestnut hair, threaded through with majestic silver.
"It's not odd at all dear. Nobody could be unkind to you, not if they love you. You are the same darling. You're cold to anybody not of your status. You love your family though, hold them in highest esteem." Opal explained, smiling as she plaited her daughter's hair, and wound it about her head, leaving curled locks caress her aristocratic face.
The young woman regarded herself in her silver, emerald wrought mirror. "Thank you Mama." She whispered, admiring the loose tendrils of hair, the white baby's breath tucked lovingly into the plaits, the white powder dusted across her eyelids, her long black lashes framing her blue eyes, the rosy lips that curved upwards under her aristocratic nose and cheekbones.
"The dress now!" Opal exclaimed, holding up a stunning white dress, so simple in design, which made it so perfect for Narcissa. The pureblooded bride held the dress up, feeling the satin against her creamy skin. "It becomes you beautifully Narcissa." The mother sighed, watching as her daughter stepped into the dress, and slid it up, then turned to her mother to do up the zipper.
The folds of white embraced her skin so delicately, the low back embellished with folds of fabric that went around her well-proportioned arms, more like decoration then sleeves. It was so simple. The simplicity had astounded Narcissa, who'd been expecting something frivolous and ruffled. Instead, Opal had chosen this…masterpiece. The high waist pronounced Narcissa's trim, but curvaceous figure, the full skirt doing nothing but emphasise her tiny form, the tight bodice embellishing her already prosperous bust.
"Radiant." Opal murmured, turning her daughter, so the vision of loveliness could view herself in the full-length mirror behind her. Narcissa gasped, looking up and down, admiring the pearl necklace her mother had clasped around her neck. Her diamond engagement ring glittered against her white dress as she laid her hand on her stomach, admiring the way it cast its reflection upon the white.
"Thank you Mama." Narcissa breathed, as her mother hooked her veil into her twisted plaits, flipping it over her daughter's face, and securing the veil at the back with a Black-family heirloom. The silver flower had been fashioned to look like a narcissus, diamonds and pearls sparkling haphazardly from the petals.
"It's time darling." Mortimer Black said, poking his stately, leonine head into his daughter's misty boudoir, overcome by the faint shade of lilac on the walls, the upholstery all done in a slightly darker shade. His wife, in her dress of noble dark purple, his daughter in her white glory, stood out against the pale violet décor.
Narcissa slid her small feet into the white pumps, and walked to her father, taking his arm, and kissing him lightly on one cheek. "I'll miss you Daddy." She whispered, as she heard the music start. Opal sighed, snuck past her daughter and husband, and took her place at the front next to the minister, slightly above Lucius Malfoy. She smiled as she saw a genuine look of anticipation and love upon Lucius' noble features as he watched the entrance, waiting for his beautiful bride.
Suddenly, Narcissa and Mortimer appeared in the entrance, and the orchestra began to play the song: 'Here Comes the Bride'. Narcissa appeared to float inches above the ground, she moved with such grace, while Mortimer moved with stately pomposity, a look oftrue pain upon his face as he watched his daughter look upon Lucius with such love.
Narcissa reached the altar, and Mortimer took his place next to his wife, who he noted had tears glistening in her eyes, despite the fact that Black's rarely showed their true emotions. He took Opal's spidery hand, squeezing it tightly, trying himself not to cry as his little girl was wed. The last wedding. He hadn't been present at Andromeda's wedding, the blood-traitor had married a mudblood, but he had been there to give away his favourite daughter, Bellatrix, as she became a Lestrange.
The ceremony passed perfectly, without a glitch, just as planned. Lucius kissed Narcissa at the end with such tenderness; it surprised the groom's parents, as their son was customarily cold and rather rough, despite his silky voice and fluid movement.
"Come Narcissa dear. Mrs Malfoy." Lucius said, savouring the words in his mouth as he beckoned to his new wife, radiance and rapt happiness spilling from her face, a glow radiating from her that her parents had never seen before. Opal and Mortimer exchanged a smile, and bid their little girl goodbye.
"Bye Mama. Bye Daddy." Narcissa whispered, as Lucius locked his arms around her waist, wiping away the lone tear that trailed down her face. He buried his face in her hair, to the shock of all those unused to such gentle, loving gestures from the proud Malfoy.
"But I love her." He thought, "I could never act any different towards her. She's my life. Her. She is the one most important aspect of my life. Not even the Dark Lord comes close to the loyalty, the love, I feel for her." With those thoughts, Lucius led his young bride to the carriage that awaited them, having chosen to do something romantic, rather then apparate or floo.
"I love you Lucius." Narcissa murmured as she placed her fabulous blonde head upon his broad shoulder.
"And I you." Lucius responded.
There you have it. The first chapter. There shall be three. I hope you enjoyed it! It's simply my take on how Narcissa might be, should we peer deep into her soul. I believe she truly loves Lucius, and Lucius truly loves her. I believe that they love Draco as well, and he them. Just my take on the Malfoy family. This is mostly from Narcissa's point of view, a bit of Opal and Mortimer, and a bit of Lucius.