You're Still The One
Part Ten: The Little Dragon
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: PG-13
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
author's note: Don't think because of the last chapter that Lucius and Narcissa's relationship is perfect.
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"What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."-Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile."-Elizabeth Browning
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Narcissa and Lucius's marriage wasn't perfect. They were the first to admit it. Lucius wanted a child but Narcissa felt she was too young. Lucius had an interesting job while Narcissa sat at home, doing nothing because their house-elf, Dobby, did all the work. Narcissa felt she had a boring life and would do anything to change it. And in her heart she knew what might make her feel more loved and needed; a baby.
"M-m-mistress, Dobby is done with his chores," squeaked Dobby, one grey and rainy afternoon in January of 1980, six months after Narcissa and Lucius were married.
"Thank you, Dobby. You may go eat or do whatever you want now," said Narcissa carelessly, gazing out of the bleak, grey window. She sat down in an armchair in the parlor and picked up the baby book Bellatrix and Rodolphus had give them for their wedding. Narcissa brushed her hand lightly across the page, tears forming in her eyes.
"You want a baby, don't you?" A soft, cool voice spoke into Narcissa's ear. She gasped and spun around in her chair. Lucius, wrapped in his traveling cloak, was standing behind her.
Narcissa scowled. "No."
Lucius raised a thin blonde eyebrow. "I think you do."
"I hate you! It's all your fault I'm married to you! You're arrogant, selfish..."
"And you love me," he said simply, trying to conceal a grin.
"You're such a prat!" Narcissa got up from her chair and flounced out of the room.
"Narcissa, come back," Lucius said calmly. Narcissa didn't listen and Lucius heard her climbing the stairs. He hurried after her up the stairs.
Narcissa curled up in the bed she shared with Lucius and cried silently. This wasn't the fairy-tale marriage she had pictured as a young girl. It was real, it was painful. But she did love him. And she did want a baby more than anything.
Lucius came quietly into the room and sat down on the bed next to Narcissa. "Narcissa..."
She sat up, wiping her eyes. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?" Narcissa smiled weakly.
Lucius laughed and pulled her into his arms. "I know. You're no saint either. But I love you anyway." He kissed her gently.
"No matter what happens, that will never change. I'll love you until the day I die."
...
Spring came with warm, light air that cheered everyone tired of a long, cold winter. Except Narcissa, who couldn't be cheered by anyone or anything.
For the fifth morning in a row, Narcissa found herself leaning over the toilet in her best bathrobe, vomiting. She wiped her mouth on her hand weakly and sat up. "Oh bloody hell...I'm going to kill him! I swear to God, I'm going to kill him!"
Narcissa went tearing down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Lucius was just beginning to eat breakfast. He looked up in surprise as his bedraggled wife stormed in.
"You!" she shrieked, point a thin finger at him. "You did this to me! You'll pay for this, you bastard!"
Before Lucius could answer, Narcissa had clapped a hand to her mouth and ran out of the room and into the nearest bathroom.
Lucius got up and followed his wife into the bathroom, where she was now slumped on the floor, her eyes closed.
"What did I do now?" he said, perplexed.
"I'm pregnant!" Narcissa shouted, getting to her feet. "Three months pregnant! And it's all your fault!"
...
Lucius looked at her joyfully. "You're having a..a..We're having a baby?"
"Yes," snapped Narcissa. She ran her hand lightly over her stomach. "I took a home test but I suspected it. I've been vomiting for the last week and I've gained weight."
Lucius picked his wife up off the ground and kissed her. "I love you, you know that?"
Narcissa eyed him beadily. "You damn well better. You're paying for the best widwife money can buy so I can have a less painful and more easy birth. Because if it's anything life my gran and mother have said, you're going to die a slow, painful death."
...
After that, Narcissa pregnancy went fairly well. She had morning sickness once in a while but the only real change in her was her stomach. The rest of her body was thin while her stomach looked like a large beach ball.
It was mid-October of 1980 when Narcissa really started to get tired of being pregnant. Her back ached, the baby was kicking nearly nonstop (or so it felt), and she could barely move.
It was noon when Narcissa felt a curious gushing, like water, from between her legs. She gave a loud shriek, finally realizing what the light contractions she had been having that morning meant: the baby was coming. She quickly grabbed her cloak and Disapparated.
Narcissa arrived at the Ministry of Magic seconds later. In a cloak, bathrobe, and slippers she hurried into a lift and pressed a button quickly. The Ministry wasn't very crowded because so many witches and wizards were on their lunch break. When the lift stop, Narcissa was standing right in front of Lucius, who looked at her, stunned.
"Narcissa! What the hell are you doing here? You should be resting!"
Narcissa gritted her teeth, glaring at him. "Oh yeah? You try and rest when you're having a baby! Think you could do it, eh?"
Lucius's face paled. "The..the baby? Disapparate...now," he demanded, seeing her hesitate.
"But you have to come with me!" Tears welled in her eyes.
"I wanted to tell my boss...Oh, I'm on lunch break anyway..." With a quick pop they both Disapparated.
...
When they arrived in Malfoy Manor, Lucius brought her upstairs and laid her in their bed. "I'm going to get the midwife." He ran out of the room and downstairs.
The contracts started to get worse. Narcissa yelped with pain and started to sob. "I-want-this-over!" she wailed. Lucius came sprinting into the room, the midwife, Elizabeth Palmer, at his heels.
"What can I do, Ms. Taylor?" Lucius ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair, looking nervous and excited.
Elizabeth smiled warmly and sat down at the end of the bed. "Just hold your wife's hand, Mr. Malfoy. I can handle the rest." She pulled a blanket and towel out of her bag. She lifted up Narcissa's robe. "I can see the baby's head, Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy! One big push should do it...Come on now, Mrs. Malfoy, push!"
Narcissa pushed but stopped, extreme pain gripping her. "One more push, Mrs. Malfoy..."
She pushed again and then heard a loud wail. Narcissa slumped back onto the pillows and closed her eyes.
"You have a beautiful baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Congratulations."
"A boy..." Narcissa could hear Lucius whisper ecstatically. She opened her eyes and sat up. In Lucius's arm was a little baby boy, with a few wisps of blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"What are you going to name him?" Elizabeth smiled at the family as she helped Narcissa clean up.
Narcissa gazed at her son lovingly.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy."
...
Part Ten: The Little Dragon
My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!
rating: PG-13
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.
author's note: Don't think because of the last chapter that Lucius and Narcissa's relationship is perfect.
...
"What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us."-Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile."-Elizabeth Browning
...
Narcissa and Lucius's marriage wasn't perfect. They were the first to admit it. Lucius wanted a child but Narcissa felt she was too young. Lucius had an interesting job while Narcissa sat at home, doing nothing because their house-elf, Dobby, did all the work. Narcissa felt she had a boring life and would do anything to change it. And in her heart she knew what might make her feel more loved and needed; a baby.
"M-m-mistress, Dobby is done with his chores," squeaked Dobby, one grey and rainy afternoon in January of 1980, six months after Narcissa and Lucius were married.
"Thank you, Dobby. You may go eat or do whatever you want now," said Narcissa carelessly, gazing out of the bleak, grey window. She sat down in an armchair in the parlor and picked up the baby book Bellatrix and Rodolphus had give them for their wedding. Narcissa brushed her hand lightly across the page, tears forming in her eyes.
"You want a baby, don't you?" A soft, cool voice spoke into Narcissa's ear. She gasped and spun around in her chair. Lucius, wrapped in his traveling cloak, was standing behind her.
Narcissa scowled. "No."
Lucius raised a thin blonde eyebrow. "I think you do."
"I hate you! It's all your fault I'm married to you! You're arrogant, selfish..."
"And you love me," he said simply, trying to conceal a grin.
"You're such a prat!" Narcissa got up from her chair and flounced out of the room.
"Narcissa, come back," Lucius said calmly. Narcissa didn't listen and Lucius heard her climbing the stairs. He hurried after her up the stairs.
Narcissa curled up in the bed she shared with Lucius and cried silently. This wasn't the fairy-tale marriage she had pictured as a young girl. It was real, it was painful. But she did love him. And she did want a baby more than anything.
Lucius came quietly into the room and sat down on the bed next to Narcissa. "Narcissa..."
She sat up, wiping her eyes. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?" Narcissa smiled weakly.
Lucius laughed and pulled her into his arms. "I know. You're no saint either. But I love you anyway." He kissed her gently.
"No matter what happens, that will never change. I'll love you until the day I die."
...
Spring came with warm, light air that cheered everyone tired of a long, cold winter. Except Narcissa, who couldn't be cheered by anyone or anything.
For the fifth morning in a row, Narcissa found herself leaning over the toilet in her best bathrobe, vomiting. She wiped her mouth on her hand weakly and sat up. "Oh bloody hell...I'm going to kill him! I swear to God, I'm going to kill him!"
Narcissa went tearing down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Lucius was just beginning to eat breakfast. He looked up in surprise as his bedraggled wife stormed in.
"You!" she shrieked, point a thin finger at him. "You did this to me! You'll pay for this, you bastard!"
Before Lucius could answer, Narcissa had clapped a hand to her mouth and ran out of the room and into the nearest bathroom.
Lucius got up and followed his wife into the bathroom, where she was now slumped on the floor, her eyes closed.
"What did I do now?" he said, perplexed.
"I'm pregnant!" Narcissa shouted, getting to her feet. "Three months pregnant! And it's all your fault!"
...
Lucius looked at her joyfully. "You're having a..a..We're having a baby?"
"Yes," snapped Narcissa. She ran her hand lightly over her stomach. "I took a home test but I suspected it. I've been vomiting for the last week and I've gained weight."
Lucius picked his wife up off the ground and kissed her. "I love you, you know that?"
Narcissa eyed him beadily. "You damn well better. You're paying for the best widwife money can buy so I can have a less painful and more easy birth. Because if it's anything life my gran and mother have said, you're going to die a slow, painful death."
...
After that, Narcissa pregnancy went fairly well. She had morning sickness once in a while but the only real change in her was her stomach. The rest of her body was thin while her stomach looked like a large beach ball.
It was mid-October of 1980 when Narcissa really started to get tired of being pregnant. Her back ached, the baby was kicking nearly nonstop (or so it felt), and she could barely move.
It was noon when Narcissa felt a curious gushing, like water, from between her legs. She gave a loud shriek, finally realizing what the light contractions she had been having that morning meant: the baby was coming. She quickly grabbed her cloak and Disapparated.
Narcissa arrived at the Ministry of Magic seconds later. In a cloak, bathrobe, and slippers she hurried into a lift and pressed a button quickly. The Ministry wasn't very crowded because so many witches and wizards were on their lunch break. When the lift stop, Narcissa was standing right in front of Lucius, who looked at her, stunned.
"Narcissa! What the hell are you doing here? You should be resting!"
Narcissa gritted her teeth, glaring at him. "Oh yeah? You try and rest when you're having a baby! Think you could do it, eh?"
Lucius's face paled. "The..the baby? Disapparate...now," he demanded, seeing her hesitate.
"But you have to come with me!" Tears welled in her eyes.
"I wanted to tell my boss...Oh, I'm on lunch break anyway..." With a quick pop they both Disapparated.
...
When they arrived in Malfoy Manor, Lucius brought her upstairs and laid her in their bed. "I'm going to get the midwife." He ran out of the room and downstairs.
The contracts started to get worse. Narcissa yelped with pain and started to sob. "I-want-this-over!" she wailed. Lucius came sprinting into the room, the midwife, Elizabeth Palmer, at his heels.
"What can I do, Ms. Taylor?" Lucius ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair, looking nervous and excited.
Elizabeth smiled warmly and sat down at the end of the bed. "Just hold your wife's hand, Mr. Malfoy. I can handle the rest." She pulled a blanket and towel out of her bag. She lifted up Narcissa's robe. "I can see the baby's head, Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy! One big push should do it...Come on now, Mrs. Malfoy, push!"
Narcissa pushed but stopped, extreme pain gripping her. "One more push, Mrs. Malfoy..."
She pushed again and then heard a loud wail. Narcissa slumped back onto the pillows and closed her eyes.
"You have a beautiful baby boy, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Congratulations."
"A boy..." Narcissa could hear Lucius whisper ecstatically. She opened her eyes and sat up. In Lucius's arm was a little baby boy, with a few wisps of blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"What are you going to name him?" Elizabeth smiled at the family as she helped Narcissa clean up.
Narcissa gazed at her son lovingly.
"Draco. Draco Malfoy."
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