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3. Dreaming About Lucius "Lucius!" I exclaimed "What will happen to Maude?" "She will be married to someone else. Who ever it is I don't care. Just as long as it is not me who has marry Menarly Maude... What is your answer Narcissa? Will you marry me?" Lucius said smirking. "Well..." I didn't know what to say exactly. I was flabbergasted that he even asked. I only thought of him as an angel that has saved me countless times or possibly as a friend. I had to give him answer though. It barely came from my lips. I sounded so weak and shy and almost foreign to me. "Yes." One word had changed my fate. Lucius told his father what had happened and I had told my parents. My parents were delighted of course, but Lucius' father was another story completely. Lucius came over the next morning with the smell of Mugwort hanging around him. Which meant that Lucius must have been beaten by his father. There were rumors last year that Lucius' mother was killed by his father. The Healers thought she had died from being beating one too many times. Lucius' father was of course questioned by the Ministry, but they found nothing to be able to place her death on him. Lucius was colder than usual when he came over that day. I dismissed the thought of him being beaten, though it was more than likely true. I just told myself that we were both nervous and it had made me jump to conclusions much too hastily. In two weeks we were to be wed. It was enough to make even the bravest scared. We would be wed a week before our final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What would people say?
When the day finally came, I could not stop regurgitating. My breakfast was now gone and so was my stomach. I felt as if I could die. As I waited outside the grand solid gold doors of the cathedral for my queue to start walking the longest path in my life. I noticed that a knot in the pit of my stomach seemed to get tighter and tighter until I could hardly breathe. I was wearing a corset underneath the conservative and traditional white dress robe, and now I regretted the stupid corset and agreeing to wear the stupid thing. I almost passed out. I couldn't breathe from this knot. When the music started, I couldn't move. The doors opened and I looked up to Lucius on the other end of the long path ahead of me. I felt his eyes upon me. Staring at me as if he had never seen me before. His strange stare made the knot loosen for reasons unknown to me. I felt that there was only him and me and no one else in the world. I took in a deep breath, and I started to walk down the isle. Never once did I take my eyes off of Lucius. I stopped when I arrived next to him. The priest took my left hand and placed it in Lucius' left hand. The old priest started to chant in Ancient Witchery. "A kum ta le see mana..." The words faded out of my mind and all that was left was Lucius looking at me and smiling. He was truly smiling. Those didn't come very often. I couldn't help but smile back. Our eyes glittering with a new burning desire neither of us really knew about until now. We had fallen without even truly realizing it until this moment.
The next morning I rose with the morning sun shinning upon my face. Lucius was sleeping next to me, cradling me in his arms. I felt safe. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life in his arms. I never wanted to leave his embrace. I left the comfort of the soft feather bed and the comfort of Lucius' arms. I grabbed my silk robe that hung on a tack in the Italian tiled bathroom. I loved this part of Malfoy Manor. It was the East Wing of the place. The rooms in this wing were cheerful, warm, comforting, and inviting. They were everything you would expect rooms in a home to be like. Filled with love. Maybe I only dreamed these several months of waking up in my lover's arms. How he looked like an angel when he slept. Still does. Just when he wakes now, he is his father. Steel grey eyes piecing through the flesh to see through you like you were a ghost. Those warm and love filled months had to be a dream and nothing more.
Nimbus Fabella- you are greatly encouraging me from your great reviews!
queen_of_imladris- you are a great friend for your reviews and help!
Samara Morgan-ring – I am glad you thought it was refreshing. That is one of the reasons I am writing this.
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin – I am so glad that you want more!!
And now without further ado...
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3. Dreaming About Lucius "Lucius!" I exclaimed "What will happen to Maude?" "She will be married to someone else. Who ever it is I don't care. Just as long as it is not me who has marry Menarly Maude... What is your answer Narcissa? Will you marry me?" Lucius said smirking. "Well..." I didn't know what to say exactly. I was flabbergasted that he even asked. I only thought of him as an angel that has saved me countless times or possibly as a friend. I had to give him answer though. It barely came from my lips. I sounded so weak and shy and almost foreign to me. "Yes." One word had changed my fate. Lucius told his father what had happened and I had told my parents. My parents were delighted of course, but Lucius' father was another story completely. Lucius came over the next morning with the smell of Mugwort hanging around him. Which meant that Lucius must have been beaten by his father. There were rumors last year that Lucius' mother was killed by his father. The Healers thought she had died from being beating one too many times. Lucius' father was of course questioned by the Ministry, but they found nothing to be able to place her death on him. Lucius was colder than usual when he came over that day. I dismissed the thought of him being beaten, though it was more than likely true. I just told myself that we were both nervous and it had made me jump to conclusions much too hastily. In two weeks we were to be wed. It was enough to make even the bravest scared. We would be wed a week before our final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. What would people say?
When the day finally came, I could not stop regurgitating. My breakfast was now gone and so was my stomach. I felt as if I could die. As I waited outside the grand solid gold doors of the cathedral for my queue to start walking the longest path in my life. I noticed that a knot in the pit of my stomach seemed to get tighter and tighter until I could hardly breathe. I was wearing a corset underneath the conservative and traditional white dress robe, and now I regretted the stupid corset and agreeing to wear the stupid thing. I almost passed out. I couldn't breathe from this knot. When the music started, I couldn't move. The doors opened and I looked up to Lucius on the other end of the long path ahead of me. I felt his eyes upon me. Staring at me as if he had never seen me before. His strange stare made the knot loosen for reasons unknown to me. I felt that there was only him and me and no one else in the world. I took in a deep breath, and I started to walk down the isle. Never once did I take my eyes off of Lucius. I stopped when I arrived next to him. The priest took my left hand and placed it in Lucius' left hand. The old priest started to chant in Ancient Witchery. "A kum ta le see mana..." The words faded out of my mind and all that was left was Lucius looking at me and smiling. He was truly smiling. Those didn't come very often. I couldn't help but smile back. Our eyes glittering with a new burning desire neither of us really knew about until now. We had fallen without even truly realizing it until this moment.
The next morning I rose with the morning sun shinning upon my face. Lucius was sleeping next to me, cradling me in his arms. I felt safe. I felt like I could spend the rest of my life in his arms. I never wanted to leave his embrace. I left the comfort of the soft feather bed and the comfort of Lucius' arms. I grabbed my silk robe that hung on a tack in the Italian tiled bathroom. I loved this part of Malfoy Manor. It was the East Wing of the place. The rooms in this wing were cheerful, warm, comforting, and inviting. They were everything you would expect rooms in a home to be like. Filled with love. Maybe I only dreamed these several months of waking up in my lover's arms. How he looked like an angel when he slept. Still does. Just when he wakes now, he is his father. Steel grey eyes piecing through the flesh to see through you like you were a ghost. Those warm and love filled months had to be a dream and nothing more.