The Noble House of Black
Ordinary
daydream11
for ladylucius of LiveJournal
Written July 13, 2009
Narcissa waited in the hall; she was seated on a small, cushioned bench a little away and to the side from the east wing's doorway. It was too early to be awake. She ought to have been in bed for yet another hour, but she had risen especially early in order to welcome her husband home. Narcissa did not bother to check the time on the grandfather clock nearby. Lucius would be home soon, and he would need her when he arrived.
He stumbled through the hallway then, not at all startling her. Standing up, she reached out for him, careful to avoid holding him to tightly as to not disturb any of his new bruises. He was wounded, fresh blood spilling onto her robes from some undiscovered source, but she didn't flinch (or gag, or feel the least bit faint). He also walked with a limp, his breath hitching with every step he took, but the pair arrived in their quarters nonetheless, even if the walk, normally only four minutes, took a little over an hour.
Narcissa laid Lucius down smoothly on their bed, taking extra care not to crush his spine any further. With easy, practiced hands she removed his hair tie, his clothing, his boots until he lay naked in front of her. After taking her wand over his body and coaxing him to swallow the medicinal potions she brewed, being mindful to fully heal the damage and ease the pain inflicted upon him by an angered Dark Lord and his bloodthirsty followers, she sponged him down with lukewarm water, red-tinged water staining the crisp bed sheets and carpet. Then she changed into a light morning gown and dressed him in his favorite housecoat.
And then she kissed his brow, the skin now mended, if a bit raw still. His eyes fluttered open and met her blue ones. They shared a smile, hers relieved and his grateful, and slowly made their way down to the dining room table, where a small breakfast spread awaited them. The sun was risen, its light spilling into the open room. Comfortably they dined together, sitting side by side looking out toward the window, welcoming the new day as the fresh start it was.
"Lady Malfoy," Lucius whispered, briefly raising his glass in a toast to his wife. Narcissa leaned over and caught his lips in a sweet kiss. He buried his face in her curls, taking in the scent of her shampoo. Nothing else had to be said, and Narcissa only sighed and held his hand.