A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Torn Between Two
By: Aria DC Al Fine
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Not mine
Synopsis: It was hard being a woman, especially one who loved two men who were on different sides of the War. Narcissa's soliloquy.
Warning: Implication of SLASH
I first met him in a social gathering my family had hosted.
Mother had introduced him to me as my fiancé, and he appeared to be unresisting to the notion. The young pale and pointed man with neatly cut white-blonde hair and expressive grey eyes had smiled politely at me then, and at that moment I knew that I was going to like his company.
I wasn't wrong. He turned out to be a great company. He was very interesting. I liked hearing his ambitious dreams and what he was going to do to get them fulfilled, seeing his grey eyes twinkling with awe and wonder. I knew that he didn't really love me; he liked me enough to stay with me for the rest of his life, anyway – he enjoyed being a little sadist in sex, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to satisfy that particular taste – but I loved him, and up until now, I still like to hear about his motivated talks. His obsession towards Dark Arts was no problem to me – my family had had experiences in the subject as well – and his allegiance didn't bother me. As long as I could live and be there to love him, I was content.
But I loved my little angel too. He was so cute and sweet, sitting on my lap the whole day, listening to my stories, his large grey eyes watching me, his cute little lips smiling at me. I could do anything for him then, just to see him giving me that angelic smile.
Time had to pass though, and my little angel had to grow. It was so fast. No Longer did I see him sitting on my lap and smiling at me – no, he just had to fall in love with the Boy Who Lived, defy my husband, and stand strong and still as the war that split my dear family apart raged on. My first love had been angry then, cursing and threatening to kill my little angel if he didn't return to the Dark side – I knew Lucius would, he had no room in his being for love – and the only thing I could do for both was to soothe my husband's wrath and send letters of encouragement to my son.
It couldn't go on like that. Soon enough, I would have to take up one side. And I so dreaded the day I had to choose between the loves of my life.
A/N: Need a sequel, anyone? About the decision Narcissa chose to make?