Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of these characters.
Authors Note: I have no idea what this is. It is randomly pointless and fluffy. I just really wanted to write a story of this ship.
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The sun rises, like every morning.
It pokes its eternally noisy rays through his bedroom window to warm and illuminate the tiny room. For some, the sunrise brings hope and a fresh start. But not for them. As they lay together, they draw the covers above their heads and wish with all their might that it was still nighttime, and that they did not have to face a new day.
He wishes it was night forever. Then she would never have to leave.
She is beautiful. The most beautiful woman he has ever seen. She had stolen his heart from the moment he first saw her.
A slight sigh escapes her as she stirs slightly. The sheets rustle as she tosses around lazily, trying to become more comfortable. She is waking up. He dreads this more than anything, for he knows it means that she will have to leave.
He brushes away a strand of her silvery blonde hair, and kisses her face. Wrapping his arms around her body, he draws her closer to him.
He does not want her to leave.
Somewhere inside him, he knows that she must go. Go back to the husband that she does not love.
She loves him. She told him so.
She tells him every time she steals away to spend the night with him, every time she sees him, kisses him. She is the only one who has ever said so to him.
As he watches her, she opens her eyes. Instead of looking surprised to see his face hovering above hers, she looks pleased.
"Good morning sleepy head," he whispers, tracing her jaw with his finger.
She looks at the sun, already high in the sky.
"I must go," She says, her voice full of regret.
He nods and turns away. She has left him before, but it burns with the same ferocious pain every time.
She gives him one final, lingering kiss before she climbs out of bed and gets dressed. Her eyes are moist, and he knows she feels the same pain as him.
"Tomorrow?" He asks, hopefully.
"Yes. Of course."
As she opens the door to leave, he calls to her, "I love you 'Cissa,"
The cursed sun's rays float around her, and Narcissa looks as beautiful as always. His heart throbs as she turns around and smiles at him. She looks at the slightly scruffy looking man sitting up in bed, awaiting her response hopefully, and she repeats what she has always known.
"I love you to Remus,"