Well, my 'up on Valentines day' idea obviously didn't pan out. Nevertheless, this still follows my original decision of fluff. And that's why it took so long to be written. I'm terrible at writing romance. Ah well.

Also, my reviewers are the most incredibly fantastic people on the planet. I'd like to thank them all by name. Many thanks go to SlytherinPrincessxXx, BellaPur, Lamia of the Dark, Lissome Lilt, Inkfire, bathtubblogger, Primigrl and, of course, Anna Scathach.

Enjoy!

Narcissa.

I: Smell

The smell of lilies was the first thing I noticed, as the doors were pushed open and the strains of harps floated on the air.

But as I walked towards Lucius, I was offered snatches of perfume as well. Each one twirling into the next. Fruit and flowers.

My father's cologne as he walked beside me was given in wisps.

And as I approached the dais, my father melting away into my mother's arms, the perfumes died away as well.

The lilies wept scent before me, but I could only smell Lucius' cologne. It made my heart flutter.

And I –

II: Sound

heard the old wizard speak the words I'd been waiting to hear all morning.

We are gathered here this eighteenth day of June to bear witness to the marital bonding of Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy…

But his words were drowned out by the rushing in my ears, like crashing waves.

It must be my nerves, I thought, and I tried to listen to the ceremony. But I couldn't.

Soft white noise muted everything except the beating of my heart. Lub-dub, lub-dub, so loud I thought everyone could hear it.

I heard,

… seal the bond with a kiss…

And –

III: Sight

it was then that I realized I could barely see. Everything was foggy, blurry beyond Lucius. The old wizard was seen in impressions. The guests, my parents, nothing more than swatches of colour.

But in their vague shadows, Lucius came alive. I had never seen black robes swirling so brightly in the breeze. I had never seen hair so light it was nearly silver, sparkling, made all the more blinding by contrast. And his eyes. Oh his eyes! Deep and swirling grey, like storm clouds over the tumultuous ocean.

My breath caught in my throat.

He leaned forwards and I –

IV: Touch

felt my heart stop and my stomach do back-flips. He was so close. I could feel his breath on my cheeks, tickling my eyelashes.

All the heat in my body seemed to rise to my cheeks.

It must have been an eternity before one of his hands cupped my cheek. Cold, but it only made me warmer.

My hands found their way to his shoulders, half tangled in his hair. His robes were smooth, but I could feel every thread, every hair winding its way around my fingers like silver bands.

And for a torturous half-second there was nothing, until –

V: Taste

my eyes closed, only half consciously, and the breath that had been on my lashes only a moment ago was warming my lips. A fraction of a centimetre apart now, and everything was so warm.

And then I felt it. His lips on mine. So soft, so gentle.

He eased my lips apart, so slowly I almost thought he didn't want to.

And that was when everything melted away. Sound, smell, sight, touch, all of it fell away, and I tasted him.

This is Lucius, I thought.

And I knew that I whimpered. But I was too happy to care.

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