As she sat in there parlour Narcissa got stuck in to her newest romance novel. She loved romance, she truly did. Not that it was her true love. No that had and always would be her Lucius.
He was so wonderful, she adored him.
He was her life and she was his.
Taking her eyes of the book she day dreamed about him yet again. She had always heard marriage took the fun and emotion out of loving someone but that was so untrue for the Malfoys. It had only made there feelings for one another stronger.
Smiling softly as the image of her husbands face came in to her mind, she sighed. He was so perfect.
When they had met for the very first time she had been so afraid, they had both known for the longest time before that day that they had come face to face that they would be growing old together but she still hadn't truly realised it till then.
She had been such a weak emotional little thing as a girl and still to that day as a woman was.
When she was young her father had so often got so mad at her for that. Blamed her for it, hit her for it. The marks of his cruelness still were visible on her sensitive skin.
But Lucius well he hadn't been like that with her. Not at all. Never.
He had been so gentle.
She had been so freaked out on wedding night being that she had just turned sixteen the day before. She hadn't been ready to make love to him.
She had expected of course to be raped. She was his property then. But he hadn't hurt her. He didn't rape her.
He had instead used his soft skinned fingers to wipe away her tears.
He had used his strong arms to lay her on the bad.
He had used his warmth to calm her soul.
And he had used his heart to take the one that belonged to her.
"You don't ever have to fear me," he had told her. And from then on she never had.
He rthought so stronglky that her emouit0ons were a gift. He could be himself with her alone. No one else made him feel so real. Not like she did. He wanted her to be weaker than he was. He wanted to defend her.
So he had nurtured that so called weakness in his wife and kept her so young and naïve to the worlds cruelness. To her father.
He had sworn the day he had took her in as his equal she would never ever be in pain again. Not on his watch.
And she hadn't felt unhappy since. She just felt content. Being with him felt so right. So pure.
Just then a pair of warm lips on her own brought her back to her fairy tale realty.
"Hello my love," he said to her as he kissed her.
"Darling. How was your meeting with the Dark Lord?" she asked him.
"Long, boring and frustrating. I kept on thinking about very beautiful women I had sitting up for me at home and how much I wanted to hold her," he said taking her in his strong arms.
"I wished you were here too," she whispered as the usual safe feeling he gave her washed over her soul. "I have big news."
"What?" he asked her interested.
"Lucius, I'm having your child." She said.
She had never seen him with a smile before. He always smirked. But at that moment all he could do was smile. He was even more handsome when he amiled.