A/N: My friend Leela requested this one... I like it sort of, I might work on another version of their love. Enjoy.
The only time Narcissa ever wanted to be like a muggle was when she read Rome and Juliet. No one knows this, for she would never admit such treacherous words. The words and thoughts of the muggle tragedy are written on her heart where even Lucius can't read them. Only one other has ever been able to read her heart, but now her core is so mangled that not even her precious son could decipher what is truth and what is lie written by Lucius himself.
The one truth that Narcissa recalls clearly to this day, that is still written boldly on her heart is this:
She would have liked to be Juliet because she died before the real tragedy of love occured.
The real tragedy for Juliet would've been if she had pushed Romeo away like a smart girl. If Juliet was smart, like Narcissa once prided her self on being, she then would've understood real tragedy was never falling into love.
Narcissa was pushed into love, never having the chance to take the first steps her self. She knows she will die alone (for this War will kill Lucius) and filled with regret. For her Romeo did exist, but Narcissa pushed Arthur away even when he was the only one who could ever read her heart. Now no one can read her heart and Narcissa alone keeps that truth and ache to be like that muggle Juliet so very deep in the turmoil that is her core.