Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, it wouldn't be Harry Potter.
Lucius Malfoy looked down at the candles in his hand. They weren't much to look at. In fact, most would describe them as ordinary candles. If it wasn't for the charm that prevented them burning down. In fact, he was considering whether he should get rid of them, the charm was practically gone and it would be easier for him to simply replace them instead of repairing the charm. But to Lucius, they were special. They were the candles that had been burning when Lucius had his first kiss with Narcissa.
For the first time in his life, Lucius was actually nervous around a girl. Lucius had a well-deserved reputation as a ladies man at Hogwarts and he had left a trail of broken hearts behind him. But sitting opposite him was the only girl to ever actually make him feel like butterflies had set up residence in his stomach.
"What's the matter?" Narcissa asked playfully. "Is the big, bad boy of Hogwarts and bane of boyfriends everywhere afraid?" Lucius blushed and Narcissa grinned like a Cheshire cat in a way that made his heart beat even faster. "Perhaps this can set your mind at ease?" and Narcissa leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.
Lucius smiled at the memory. And these were the candles that had been burning when he proposed to Narcissa.
Lucius stared into the eyes of the beautiful woman opposite him and fiddled about with the box in his pocket once more. It was unlike him to feel nervous about anything, but the woman in front of him tended to have that effect on him and he really wanted to get this right. Swallowing hard and praying for a bit of insane Gryffindor courage, Lucius stood up and got down on one knee.
"Narcissa Black, will you do me the honour and privilege of becoming my wife?" He asked as he opened the box and presented it to her. Narcissa gasped in surprise. After a few minutes passed and for a moment Lucius felt a twinge of doubt sliver across his mind.
"YES, YES, I'll marry you!" Narcissa exclaimed happily as she threw her arms around him.
That had been a very happy memory. And Narcissa showed her appreciation very affectionately that night. Then there was the night when Draco was born.
Lucius smiled at his heavily pregnant wife from across the table. He raised his glass of grape juice (Narcissa was adamant that if she couldn't drink alcohol, he wouldn't either.)
"We're making good progress. Soon, the mudbloods and muggles will know their place."
"That is good news." Narcissa said with a smile. She looked down at her bump. "I want our son to grow up in a world where he receives the respect his blood deserves. I-" Narcissa let out a sudden gasp of pain.
"Narcissa?"
"I think my waters just broke." Narcissa exclaimed and Lucius turned pale.
"But-what-how" he stuttered and Narcissa glared at him.
"Just get me to St Mungo's!" she yelled, snapping Lucius out of his panic.
"Yes, yes, of course." Lucius said in a shaky voice and he grabbed the floo powder. "St Mungo's!" he called into the fireplace as he threw down the powder and the two of them rushed on to St Mungo's.
Lucius chuckled. It was arguably one of the scariest things that had ever happened to him. No perhaps he wouldn't throw these candles out after all, but instead save them for another special occasion.
