Disclaimer: I'm so not in the mood. None of the below belongs to me, except
the plot, and even that has probably been done before.
A/N: I wanted to give a special mention to Faith-Tse ( I hope I spelt it right, sorry if I didn't) who has REVIEWED all of my chapters so far. I know that in the last one I said that this would be the last, but if I don't think that it should end in this one, or if I get a good idea from a REVIEW, then it might not be. So if you have any good suggestions, then I'd like to hear then, equally I'd like to hear whether it should be left the way that it is.
Chapter 3
A tall, slender figure looked at him stonily. "Well, have you thought about anything whilst you've been in there? About our family, how it's falling, sorry, fallen, apart?"
"Yes," Lucius looked down meekly. "I know that I've done wrong, Narcissa, and I truly want to make up for it. With you and Draco. I haven't been a good father, or husband, and I need to rectify that. I still love you, you know."
Narcissa nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her heart flipped as she looked at the familiar face, with a not so familiar look of love and devotion on his sharp features. His blonde hair shone freely in the sun, which made a change from it being gelled back like it normally was. He stepped towards her and encircled her small waist with his arms. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. Narcissa relaxed and pulled him closer, kissing him deeply.
*
Later that evening Lucius woke and looked down sleepily at his wife, who was lying asleep on his bare chest. He smiled inwardly, and kissed the top of her silky head. If the previous (A/N:rated) few hours were anything to go by, she was still in love, passionately in love, with him. His marriage was no longer on unsafe ground, although it still needed a little work. Tomorrow he was going to find Draco and tell him that it didn't matter about the whole "Voldemort" situation, as long as he came home. He felt a sudden surge of pride as he thought about his family, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. With a satisfied sigh he settled down and fell asleep once again.
The End
(Ooh, that was quite satisfying, putting "The End" at the end of my fic. Although I'm an author of about 5 stories (soon to be 6) I've never actually finished one before! Lol)
I really apologise if that was crap, but seriously, I had a mental block, never mind writers' block. If you have any suggestions I would really like them, and they would happily be accepted. As would flames, any of them will be understandable, because I'll even say so myself that that chapter was crap. Anyway, mucho luv and hugs go to all my reviewers, and I'll update other stories asap.
A/N: I wanted to give a special mention to Faith-Tse ( I hope I spelt it right, sorry if I didn't) who has REVIEWED all of my chapters so far. I know that in the last one I said that this would be the last, but if I don't think that it should end in this one, or if I get a good idea from a REVIEW, then it might not be. So if you have any good suggestions, then I'd like to hear then, equally I'd like to hear whether it should be left the way that it is.
Chapter 3
A tall, slender figure looked at him stonily. "Well, have you thought about anything whilst you've been in there? About our family, how it's falling, sorry, fallen, apart?"
"Yes," Lucius looked down meekly. "I know that I've done wrong, Narcissa, and I truly want to make up for it. With you and Draco. I haven't been a good father, or husband, and I need to rectify that. I still love you, you know."
Narcissa nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her heart flipped as she looked at the familiar face, with a not so familiar look of love and devotion on his sharp features. His blonde hair shone freely in the sun, which made a change from it being gelled back like it normally was. He stepped towards her and encircled her small waist with his arms. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. Narcissa relaxed and pulled him closer, kissing him deeply.
*
Later that evening Lucius woke and looked down sleepily at his wife, who was lying asleep on his bare chest. He smiled inwardly, and kissed the top of her silky head. If the previous (A/N:rated) few hours were anything to go by, she was still in love, passionately in love, with him. His marriage was no longer on unsafe ground, although it still needed a little work. Tomorrow he was going to find Draco and tell him that it didn't matter about the whole "Voldemort" situation, as long as he came home. He felt a sudden surge of pride as he thought about his family, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. With a satisfied sigh he settled down and fell asleep once again.
The End
(Ooh, that was quite satisfying, putting "The End" at the end of my fic. Although I'm an author of about 5 stories (soon to be 6) I've never actually finished one before! Lol)
I really apologise if that was crap, but seriously, I had a mental block, never mind writers' block. If you have any suggestions I would really like them, and they would happily be accepted. As would flames, any of them will be understandable, because I'll even say so myself that that chapter was crap. Anyway, mucho luv and hugs go to all my reviewers, and I'll update other stories asap.