Narcissa smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her long white gown. Lucius's father was standing in front of her giving her the same amused bu horrified smile he had giving her when she told hm she planned to marry his son. Sometimes she was really grateful for that smile. She walked to Lucius and took his arm. They stood together and she couldn't imagine how she had ever thought his eyes were cold.
"I pronounce you man and wife." Narcissa smiled up at him. The weight of her ring was a happy reminder that this was real. Lucius grinned at her and kissed her. Hard.