A/N: Written for the Feelings Challenge.
You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Even if that was a muggle quotation, Narcissa steadfastly agreed with it. While many people would simply look straight at Lucius and see only the death eater robes, and, the cold hard sneer, you had to look through the mask of indifference her husband always wore to truly read the book.
There was a reason she thought that, and it was true. The real Lucius was so much more than a death eater and murderer. He was many things – her husband, her lover, her soulmate. Underneath it all, he truly was a wonderful person.
One their wedding day, many people had been shocked to find that when the bonding ceremony was completed, a bright white light emitted from their wands. Gasps rang round the room, Narcissa and Lucius both looked shocked. For white light was the sign of a soulmate, and indeed a soul bond.
As she lay in bed, not quite able to get to sleep on her wedding night, she stared at Lucius, quite utterly in love. Taking in his white hair and pale skin, and thinking of the white light they had both produced, she decided that white was the colour of her love.