Narcissa Malfoy ran the silver brush through her long, elegant white-blond hair. Tonight was the night. The night she'd fulfill her husband's only request of her. She sighed and put the brush back on the vanity. She then pulled her hair up into a tight bun with two loose tendrils curled and framing her face. She stood and examined her appearance. The elegant green and silver dress brushed her ankles and showed enough cleavage to attract her husband, but not enough to attract unwanted attention. Normally, Narcissa would be delighted and pleased with her appearance, but tonight, it was hard to be pleased with anything.
Yesterday, Narcissa had been elated over the events of tonight. The night the Dark Lord would come to her home, eat at her table, and see if she would make a useful Death Eater. But this morning, Lucius had awoken to find her in the bathroom, vomiting violently. He had rushed her to St. Mungo's and she'd finally convinced him to go to work while the nurses did tests. He'd reluctantly left, but now she was glad he had. Processing the news was easier without him.
The nurse who had been running the tests on her came back and shook her hand happily, "Congratulations!" She had exclaimed, "You're going to have a little boy!"
On normal circumstances, Narcissa would've been elated, but since she was about to be inducted into a war, all she could think of was the danger she was placing her son in. She hadn't yet told Lucius, and no doubt he'd be happy, but she was so worried about the future.
As if on cue, her husband entered the room; his long blond hair was tied back away from his face and he smiled big at her, "There's my girl!" He said happily and crossed the room, but when he saw the sadness in her face, he moved faster and pulled her close, "What'd the doctors say?" He asked, braced for the worst.
Here it was; the moment her day had been building to, "Lucius dear," She paused and he looked at her, concerned. She smiled, hoping to alleviate the tension, "You're going to have a son."
Lucius picked his wife up and swung her around, making her laugh like a teenager again, "Marvelous! We will have a toast at dinner! This is wonderful!" He set her down and smiled radiantly.
"But what about tonight? If I become a Death Eater, what happens if I'm given a dangerous task and I and our son are killed?"
"My dearest Cissa," Lucius brushed the curled tendril away from her eyes and looked at her with beautiful ash eyes, "Don't you know that I've thought of that already, and don't you know that I'm going to ensure you're never in any danger?"
Narcissa smiled and nodded. She then took Lucius's hand and placed it on her abdomen. She could the child growing inside her, and she knew Lucius could too. Smiling, her fears melted away and she gave her husband's hand a little squeeze. And Lucius smiled.