As requested, a loving version of Lucius and Narcissa.
Lucius was nervous. There was no other way to put it. And the fact that he was nervous was making him more nervous still. If his parents got wind of what he was doing…or even worse, hers! Cygnus would have his head.
But she wasn't interested in all of the Pureblood customs. She hated them. And just this once, he wanted to give her a day free of them all.
He'd called in a lot of favors. Paid even more. But it was all worth it. They'd spend the day shopping at La Rue Magique in Marseilles. They'd been openly affectionate; they'd held hands. They'd kissed! In public, no less. It was bliss, and she'd been so happy.
Now, here they were at Le Baguette Noir (The Black Wand) enjoying a lovely anonymous dinner. His hand had crept steadily up her leg throughout dinner and new rest upon her thigh as he drew circles with his thumb. He loved the flush it brought to her cheeks. Stop procrastinating, man!
He would not let his nerves get the best of him. He would do it. Here. Now. Even knowing he'd have to do it all again. He glanced at her once more and her eyes met his. She smiled and he knew it was now or never.
"Narcissa, darling." He took her hands and kneeled. "I've not asked your father. I haven't followed any customs today. In fact, I've broken all but one of them concerning courtships, all because I love you. So very much. Please, dearest, say you'll marry me. Make me the happiest of men!"
Unshed tears gleamed in her eyes. He'd done this all for her, to show his love. If her father ever found out, he'd likely declare a blood feud for taking such liberties, but she didn't care.
"Yes, Lucius. A thousand times, yes! I will marry you!"
He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. "You realize I will have to do this properly as well?"
"Yes, of course. But we are already engaged, and nothing can change that."
Lucius pulled the love box from his robes. "Here is your ring. As soon as I have your father's permission, you may have it. However, I rather fancy my head right where it is."
"Lucius! It's beautiful."
"It must be, to match you, Narcissa."
With a sinful smile, Narcissa looked up at her new fiancé. "The night is young, Lucius, perhaps we should break that last custom?"
Lucius signaled to their waiter who hurried over. "We are ready for the check, monsieur."