Disclaimer: Getting so sick of writing these, I don't own J.K.'s characters just Morgana and the plot.
Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 5
I'm sorry things had to end this way. You're my best friend and you always will be but I can't stay and watch you sink into this. You told me they were freedom fighters. Just remember that one person's freedom fighter is another person's terrorist. I'm hoping you'll come to your senses one day. I'm sure we'll meet again, until then have a nice life Narcissa and take care of yourself,
Love Morgana
"She left! I don't believe she left!"
"I'm sorry?" Lucius turned to Narcissa who was reading the note she had found on the breakfast bar next to a cold and forgotten cup of hot chocolate.
"Look at this, Morgana left a note and her keys, she isn't coming back," Narcissa said faintly.
"Oh Narcissa I'm sorry," he said slipping his arms around her, "But maybe you're better off without her, it sounded like she was about ready to go running to the ministry to me."
"She wouldn't do that," Narcissa said lifting her head from his shoulder and pulling back slightly.
"I'm sure you're right. Anyway, she said you'd meet again. Maybe she'll come back."
"Yeah, maybe." Narcissa was unconvinced but allowed her head to sink back on to his shoulder taking comfort from his silent embrace.
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Morgana didn't come back and Narcissa continued to live in their London apartment alone. Lucius kept her from getting lonely though and she fell more in love with him everyday. To her, life seemed perfect. She was the envy of every woman around while on Lucius' arm and it was becoming rare for her to be seen without him. He was a perfect gentleman, pulled out her chair for her to sit down, held open doors, gave her his cloak when she was cold. He was perfect. She had seen the Dark Lord only once or twice since that first meeting and she remained unbothered by the deatheaters' activities, only at times feeling a slight twinge when reports of more killings would come though, but she shrugged it off, she knew Lucius could never be involved in something like that.
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One beautiful, sunny evening the following year Lucius took her out into the gardens of Malfoy Manor and, dropping down on one knee, asked to marry him.
"Yes! Yes of course I will!" she squealed ecstatically.
He swept her off her feet and spun her round. "I love you," he whispered in her ear as he set her gently back on the ground.
"I love you too."
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Wedding Bells Just Turned to Rust
Chapter 5
I'm sorry things had to end this way. You're my best friend and you always will be but I can't stay and watch you sink into this. You told me they were freedom fighters. Just remember that one person's freedom fighter is another person's terrorist. I'm hoping you'll come to your senses one day. I'm sure we'll meet again, until then have a nice life Narcissa and take care of yourself,
Love Morgana
"She left! I don't believe she left!"
"I'm sorry?" Lucius turned to Narcissa who was reading the note she had found on the breakfast bar next to a cold and forgotten cup of hot chocolate.
"Look at this, Morgana left a note and her keys, she isn't coming back," Narcissa said faintly.
"Oh Narcissa I'm sorry," he said slipping his arms around her, "But maybe you're better off without her, it sounded like she was about ready to go running to the ministry to me."
"She wouldn't do that," Narcissa said lifting her head from his shoulder and pulling back slightly.
"I'm sure you're right. Anyway, she said you'd meet again. Maybe she'll come back."
"Yeah, maybe." Narcissa was unconvinced but allowed her head to sink back on to his shoulder taking comfort from his silent embrace.
*******
Morgana didn't come back and Narcissa continued to live in their London apartment alone. Lucius kept her from getting lonely though and she fell more in love with him everyday. To her, life seemed perfect. She was the envy of every woman around while on Lucius' arm and it was becoming rare for her to be seen without him. He was a perfect gentleman, pulled out her chair for her to sit down, held open doors, gave her his cloak when she was cold. He was perfect. She had seen the Dark Lord only once or twice since that first meeting and she remained unbothered by the deatheaters' activities, only at times feeling a slight twinge when reports of more killings would come though, but she shrugged it off, she knew Lucius could never be involved in something like that.
*******
One beautiful, sunny evening the following year Lucius took her out into the gardens of Malfoy Manor and, dropping down on one knee, asked to marry him.
"Yes! Yes of course I will!" she squealed ecstatically.
He swept her off her feet and spun her round. "I love you," he whispered in her ear as he set her gently back on the ground.
"I love you too."
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