With their hands laced together, Lucius led Narcissa into their bedroom and onto their bed. He cradled her in his embrace and she buried her face in his neck and wept. Tenderly, he rubbed her back, in small circular motions, to comfort her. Narcissa made several unsuccessful attempts to stop crying and tried to prevent herself from sinking further into her husband's hold.
"Everything is going to be alright, sweetheart," he whispered softly in her ear. Narcissa jerked her head up to meet his gaze.
"No, Lucius, it won't be. You can't honestly tell me that you are unafraid of this upcoming battle. What if-"
"Draco will be fine, I'll be fine," he assured her as if he read her mind. She gave him a quick, fake smile and looked away from him and up at the ceiling. The hell they'll be okay! Voldemort had sent Lucius on several of his tasks and half of the time he barely made it out of them alive. And the Dark Lord obviously sees Draco as disposable being that he sent him on a suicide mission last year.
"Narcissa, look at me," Lucius said, interrupting her thoughts. He took his hand, cupped her chin, and tilted her face upwards. She knew that Lucius was concerned for her, and could tell that he was irritated that she wasn't confiding in him completely. He gazed into her eyes intently and said, "Please tell me, what you're thinking about. I want to help you through this, honey."
Narcissa felt as that Lucius's stare rendered her immobile. He noticed that he had this effect on her and lowered his hand, knowing that he had her full attention. Lucius brushed his fingers across her pale face and her eyes closed at his touch. Narcissa gathered her final thoughts together, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes.
"Lucius, I… I know that you and Draco are Death Eaters and believe in the Dark Lord's cause and…Well, I don't quite know how to say this but, although I would enjoy taking over the Muggle world, I don't fully support this cause."
"I see" said Lucius calmly, "and why is that?," he prompted.
"Because, Lucius, I support another cause" she said, gaining a bit more confidence as she continued, "the survival of our family." There was a brief pause as she watched Lucius expectantly, waiting for his reaction. She felt her heart sink into her stomach. Narcissa had been thinking about this since the first Death Eater meeting that she was forced to attend, and hoped that her husband had the same thoughts. She was scared of what might happen if they disagreed or if the Dark Lord penetrated her thoughts and killed her family just to spite her.
Lucius lowered his head and moved his lips within an inch of her ear. I guess this is it, she thought, and took a deep breath. Lucius whispered, "I absolutely agree, love," and swept her into a long, lingering kiss.
Breathless from the relief she felt that he supports her from their intimate kiss, Narcissa decided that she needed to bring up other serious matters, before they get carried away. "Honey, please, you need to take my wand," she said, withdrawing her wand from her robes.
"No I can't do that, Narcissa. You will not be defenseless." Lucius's voice was firm, which meant that he had clearly made his decision and that there was no way to convince him otherwise. She sighed and decided to not waste her time arguing, and sank back into Lucius's embrace with the faintest smile on her face. She had gotten what she strived for, a united family.