This chapter is the start of Lucissa's honeymoon. I plan on spreading it out over the course of a few chapters.

When Narcissa awoke the next morning, it took her a second to adjust to her new surroundings. Her eyes fluttered open, and instead of lavender walls, she found hunter green ones. She realized she was in Lucius's bed chamber upon seeing the different wall color. She also felt someone kiss her shoulders and heard him whisper in her ear, "Good morning, wife."

Narcissa's smile widened as she rolled onto her back. "Good morning, husband." She saw Lucius's gray eyes still fogged with sleep gazing at her, and she gently rubbed his cheek. "Can you believe we're actually married?"

"It has not quite sunk in yet," Lucius answered. He kissed her, and the kiss lasted for several seconds. "Our train for Ireland leaves at noon. Why don't we spend the morning getting to know each other some more?" He kissed her neck and chest.

"Lucius," Narcissa said and chuckled, "I'm flattered at how enjoyable it was for you, and it was for me too. But I have a few things to do before we have to be at Euston station to begin our holiday." Lucius looked a bit disappointed. "Besides," Narcissa straddled his lap and kissed him hard, "I have a few surprises for you later tonight once we're settled in Dublin."

Lucius shifted underneath her, and Narcissa smiled. "Sounds wonderful, love."

Narcissa pecked his cheek and grabbed her robe to go to the loo to shower. She decided to explore the master bed chamber since they hadn't consummated there. When she opened the door, she stopped in the doorframe to observe. The walls were a light gray, and there was a four-poster, king-sized bed with an emerald green comforter and silver pillowcases over the pillows. A fireplace was in the corner, with two white chairs and a small, round, black table in front of it. Narcissa could see another brown door, but she didn't know where it led. Upon walking over to it and opening it, she discovered it was a walk-in closet, though it was currently empty since neither she nor Lucius had placed their clothes in there yet. A vanity was next to the closet, but the drawers were also empty. Narcissa figured she could spend time arranging the clothes in the closet and their hair care products, his cologne, and her perfume and cosmetics in the drawers of the vanity when they arrived back from their honeymoon; Merlin knew she and Lucius had enough hair products to fill their own salon.

After she finished exploring the bedroom, she opened another door—this one white—and found the master bath suite. The vanity area had two sinks with complimentary mirrors, and the toilet was next to the sinks. There was a walk-in shower on the opposite side of the room, and a cabinet which contained toiletries, towels, and other such appropriate supplies. Against the back wall, there was a magnificent whirlpool tub large enough for two people. Narcissa fantasized about all of the activities she could do with Lucius when they returned home. She briefly felt guilty for having such lusty thoughts, but Lucius was her husband now.

She took herself out of her fantasy—there was plenty of time to imagine snogging Lucius and then some. She showered and searched her trunks to find the emerald green dress she wanted to wear: the one Lucius enjoyed looking at her in before they were even engaged. The dress was sleeveless, so she put a black cardigan on overtop of it. She slipped on a pair of green, open-toed heels with ankle straps before she went to go find Lucius. As she passed Dobby on the way back to Lucius's bed chamber, she said, "Dobby, make us some pancakes, scrambled eggs, bangers, and some English breakfast tea."

She arrived to Lucius's bed chamber—or she should say old bed chamber since they would begin sleeping in the master room after they returned from holiday—and found Lucius dressed in long, black, elegant dress robes. He turned to face her when he heard noise, and he groaned with delight. "You are making it really difficult for me to keep my hands off you." He came over to her and kissed her.

"We'll have a whole holiday to do whatever we want to each other," she said and grinned. "Now, go downstairs to the dining room: I have a surprise for you." Lucius nodded and he left the room. Narcissa took some time to style her hair and apply her makeup before she joined her husband. When she arrived, Lucius was sitting at the table and reading some Muggle newspaper; he liked to keep up with what was happening in the Muggle world and report his findings to the Dark Lord for future planning. "What are you doing?"

"Reading a newspaper. Why?"

"I told Dobby to make breakfast, and I was going to have him prepare your favorite meal. Is he in the kitchen?"

"I do not think so." Lucius went to look. "No, he isn't. Dobby!" he shouted.

Dobby appeared in the dining room. "Yes, Master?"

"Why did you defy a direct order from your master?" questioned Lucius coldly.

"Dobby was not given any commands from Master. Dobby was following his usual Friday routine."

"Mistress told you to prepare breakfast," said Lucius.

"But Dobby was not given an order from Master."

"Mistress Narcissa is my wife now. You will take orders from both of us and not ever question it. Now, go prepare whatever Mistress told you to prepare and apologize to Mistress for disobeying her."

"Yes, Master. Dobby is very sorry for disobeying Mistress. Dobby will punish himself after he finishes cooking breakfast."

As Dobby walked past Lucius, Lucius gave him a swift kick in punishment, causing Dobby to yelp and Narcissa to wince a little. It was similar to how Bellatrix had treated the house-elves, especially Tuffy, back home. After Dobby had prepared breakfast, the couple down to eat. "So, the Dark Lord knows we'll be on holiday, correct?" asked Narcissa.

"Yes," Lucius nodded in confirmation, "he said he would have other Death Eaters go on missions while we're away. Why?"

"No reason," said Narcissa as she put a bite of sausage into her mouth. "I love the fact that you're on the front lines of fighting for our purity; it's just hard not to worry about you. I would hate to think that the Dark Lord would pull you away from me during such an important and intimate time. Also…" Narcissa's handed drifted to her stomach.

"Cissy," Lucius took her hand in his, "I told you not to worry."

"It's hard not to do so. I've been trained my entire life that it's my job to provide you an heir. Not to mention that I actually want to be a mum and watch you be a father."

Lucius smiled and stood. "I have something which might cheer you up." He walked toward the kitchen.

"Luce, where are you going?"

He came out a few moments later with two huge slices of cake leftover from the wedding. "I just realized one of the benefits of being married is we can have pudding for breakfast."

Narcissa chuckled and said, "I know we're married and do not have our parents watching our every move, but is it really appropriate to have pudding for breakfast?"

"Well, we're on holiday. We will use that excuse."

Narcissa smiled and laughed as she took a bite of the chocolate cake. So far, she enjoyed being married.

Half an hour before their train was scheduled to leave, Narcissa and Lucius Apparated to Euston station. They made their long journey from London to Holyhead and at last Dublin: a total of seven and a half hours. It was nearing eight o'clock when the couple arrived in the town of Talamh na Draíochta—or Land of the Magical in English—and Lucius and Narcissa entered the registration building for the cottages. "Excuse me?" Lucius said in a gruff voice.

An older, brunette wizard looked up at them. His hair was gray around the temples, and he was wearing round, rimmed glasses. "How may I help you, sir?" he asked with a thick Irish brogue.

"I have a reservation for the master cottage. The largest one in this village," said Lucius.

The older wizard looked at the registration information and asked, "Malfoy—two guests?"

"Yes, me and my husband," said Narcissa. "Don't you love the sound of that: my husband?"

"I'm assuming you both are on your honeymoon?" asked a witch who had joined the wizard. She had brown hair as well, only hers was lighter.

"Yes," confirmed Lucius.

"Wait a minute? I thought I recognized you when I saw you enter. You're Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I read about your wedding in The Daily Prophet this morning." She held up the paper; the front cover had one of the Lucius and Narcissa's wedding portraits, the one where they were happily gazing into each other's eyes, and the headline read in big, bold letters: Union of the Century: Lucius Malfoy Weds Narcissa Black.

"Merlin, that was fast," said Narcissa.

The wizard handed Lucius a key and said, "The master cabin is the last one on your right. Have a pleasant holiday."

"Thank you, sir," said Lucius. Narcissa followed him, and when they arrived to their temporary home, Narcissa understood why it was called the master cabin. They entered, and as they observed the first room, Narcissa noticed a sitting area, a dining table with four chairs, and a small kitchenette. There was a small bathroom area with a shower, sink, and toilet, most likely for use by those residing in the small bedroom. Next to the smaller bedroom was the master suite, and Narcissa entered that particular room. There was an accompanying master bath suite, a small table with two armchairs, and a large king-sized bed.

Lucius came in behind her. He laid his hands on her shoulders, and Narcissa whispered in his ear, "Just think: we get to sleep in the same bed."

Lucius groaned in response. "If I have my way, we won't be doing a lot of sleeping."

He immediately began kissing her, but Narcissa pushed him away. "Luce, wait. I have a surprise for you. Just give me a few minutes."

"All right."

Narcissa grabbed a small shopping bag and went into the loo. Lucius waited impatiently for her as he paced the bedroom. He finally heard the door open and Narcissa call his name. "Lucius?"

He looked over at her, and she was clad in a scant, black nightie. It was the most provocative apparel he had ever seen her in, and boy was he enjoying every moment right now. "Bloody hell, Cissy." It was all he could let out.

"Do you like what you see, darling?" asked Narcissa seductively as Lucius stepped closer to her. He licked his lips, and there was such a hunger in his eyes that Narcissa felt it pierce through her entire body.

"Fuck yeah, I like what I see." His lips smashed against hers, and they both fell against the bed before they began to vigorously attack each other.