Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter.He'd thought killing would be easy.
After all, they were just scum, unworthy of life, so why should he have trouble taking it from them?
Lucius was a rational man. Everything he did was logical. Sometimes Narcissa hated him for it, the way he never let his heart rule him. She'd learned not to voice her opinions anymore, but he could still sense it when he made her angry, and it amused him slightly. Narcissa liked to be irrational, sometimes, but Lucius was straightforward. He knew what he wanted, and he got it.
He had wanted to kill the man, he knew that. He had wanted to, and it had happened. The words had left his lips, and the man had slumped to the floor before his face could even register surprise.
It wasn't until he and Narcissa arrived home that night that it hit him, really hit him. He'd killed a man. He was a murderer. And for the first time in his life, logic abandoned him. He slumped onto the hard, elegant sofa, eyes wide, tossed in a tempest of writhing thoughts held back too long. He was nothing more than a lost child.
And Narcissa sat down next to him, the cold-blooded killer, and took his ice-cold hand in hers.
"Sometimes it's all right if it doesn't make sense," she whispered. "Sometimes it's all right."
A/N: Well, I've been having major writing block on a Lucius drabble, and today I just randomly told myself, "All right, Aeli, you are going to sit down and do this." Twenty minutes later, here you go. I completely whipped this off, so I have no idea if it's complete crap. I'm sorry if it is. Maybe I'll try another one sometimes. Please review, though. It will make me love you forever.