Love is easily angered.
The flame flickered slightly by the gentlest of winds coming from the balcony, the silk curtains billowing softly, the moon providing light, spilling over the cold, marble floors, gleaming bright.
Too bright.
Narcissa furrowed her brow impatiently, tossing around her bed, her back facing the moon. What was taking Lucius so long? She wasn't worried about her husband, no. Their love for each other-however small-had diminished years ago. However, the thought of Lucius at Voldemort's secret hideout was scaring her, especially when Draco was with them.
The sudden click of the door opening sent Narcissa to the dark cabinets of her brain. The terror, oh, the terror of being locked in the interrogation room at the Ministry of Magic. It was when she was pregnant with Draco, the Dark Lord still strong.
"Last question. Do you know a Barty Crouch Jr.?" The Auror asked in a heavy Yorkshire accent.
"N-no," She stammered.
He looked at her disbelievingly, and without a word, walked slowly out of the room, the click of the door echoing off the concrete walls.
The door opened, to reveal a cloaked Lucius, his gold, almost luminescent hair falling over his broad shoulders. If he wasn't so damn rude to everyone, Narcissa would've still found him attractive.
"Where were you?" Narcissa whispered furiously, sitting up in bed. "You have no idea where my mind had gone. How's Draco?" She peered into her husband's face, to find none of the reassuring answers.
"He gave him the Dark Mark." He answered gruffly. At the sight of his wife's horror, he hastily added, "I had to say it, like ripping off a Band-Aid."
His wife's ice blue eyes were still as wide as a magpie's, rage contorting her lips into a straight line. "What the hell, is a Band-Aid? And why didn't you stop him? You know how stubborn Draco can be!"
Lucius sighed, his shoulders rolling forward. He sat heavily down on the bed, the mattress sinking down with him. "Let us talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired."
"Like hell you are!" Narcissa pushed him down, holding down his shoulders. "Draco is now being dragged into this! And it's not his fight! Lucius, you have to understand, I love him like nothing else in this world!" She climbed on top of him, her nose upturned in disgust and disdain. "You are a coward." She leaned down slowly, her hair falling over like a curtain, and brushed her nose against his, closing her eyes momentarily. She could feel his excitement, but her pain was all-consuming. "Get some sleep. I have to go to him."
And as she walked away, she allowed the tears to come. She was a coward too. She had heard the rumors, that Draco's turn was soon to come. But she did nothing. As she pushed open the door to her son's bedroom, he was already fast asleep, his pale arm hanging off the bed, the hideous Mark branded on his wrist. The moonlight illuminated his face.
He was so precious.
N/A~ Hi! This one was weird, as I really genuinely don't like Narcissa or Lucius. It was hard for me to write in Narcissa's shoes as a mother, for I just didn't get a maternal instinct from her in any of the books, except for the occasion scared face, like 'What's happening to Draco?' and how she spoils him. To me, she'll always be the ice queen. And her sexually harassing her husband was just...weird.