Lucius knew how Narcissa felt, even though they were young, and their conception was completely unplanned, he still felt and knew Narcissa deserved a true wedding. He wanted his wife to have the memory of a true marriage, one that any woman deserved. Lucius now understood why the girl seemed so glued to the idea that she somehow wasn't a real wife to his son, all this time he would have never imagine Draco to rob her of something so precious. It was not as if he didn't have the money, there were half a dozen accounts in Gringotts at his son's very disposal. Lucius went a while without speaking. Thoughts and memories racing behind his eyes. Maybe he was to blame for his son's cold nature. Just as his parents were the reason for his own blind, cruelness towards Narcissa in the past. But, every man has to hold account for his own actions once he becomes a man, and all things come back to haunt you sooner or later. He didn't want his son to lose his her, but this cycle had to end.

Anger filled Lucius like a flood rushing, he clenched his teeth "Get—off—this—land, Draco Malfoy. Before, I forget, that I am your father —and the reason that you are, the way you are."

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!

Chapter 58

"Wrapped so Pretty"

Hermione had not come from her room for the rest of the day, night had fallen and Narcissa, told Petur his goodbyes and begged him not to worry too much. She caught her breath as she close the front door after him. Now with company gone, her defenses were down, she'd wished it could have been different today. She'd known she'd done the right thing, by letting Lucius back into her life. But never had she expected him to swallow his pride and stand up for Hermione as he'd done today.

"You're welcome to stay a while longer if you like." she said as his strong arms came from behind, wrapping her in a comforting squeeze.

"All right." Lucius hands curled around her own. He gazed down at her. He knew the castle well enough from memory, and he led her toward the path that would curve into the wooden door of her bedroom. They were soon out of sight from the rest of the house.

"It's a beautiful night, tonight," he said, he knew she always loved full moons. And tonight the moon smiled down with all its glory. "It's too quiet here."

"Yes, a little cool for May, too."

"Yes Ma'am."

It astonished her that he was still willing to address her as if they'd just met. But she was happy to join him in this new place, where neither had ever hurt the other. "It's quiet but I love it. Not like London, less to do or see. But it feels like home."

He continued looking at her, and she was struck by the intensity in his gray eyes. He wanted to know how she spent her days! He wanted to listen to her until he was drunk from the sweet sound of her voice!

She was delighted and told him as they lingered like teenagers by her bedroom door. "Well, I get up early. I like to walk down by a trails near the woods, as the sun rises. Hermione comes with me on some mornings." She felt faltered that he wanted to hear these trivial details about her ordinary days. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye when he tried sneak a kiss.

He frowned but said nothing. She had no idea what came over her, but somehow they moved deeper into her room. "I listen to music on the days that it's raining."

"What kind of music?" His voice was soft, he knew exactly what kind. Over the years she'd formed a large collection of music by various artist of their world. He backed her body against the wall until she had no where left to go. His face registered both surprise and pleasure.

"Would you like to come back for dinner tomorrow night, so when can have additional time to get to know one another better?"

"Are you inviting me?" his lips formed that age old smirk she'd always loved about him.

"Yes. Yes I think I am."

"All right, then. I'd like that." They kissed while speaking. She was so moved by this stranger with her. She heard it in his voice and thought that he might finally have found his way off the lone path that he'd been lost on for so many years. And for a moment, she let herself contemplate how far she had come in her own life. She saw all the hard work and self-discipline that had been necessary for her to become the woman that she wanted to be.

He picked up her hand, which held their matching wedding bands. He ran his thumb along the ridge of her ring. He didn't look at her -no, instead he was remembering the day he picked it out with her, and his voice held a soft gravelly note that was filled with emotion. "My wife was so much a part of me, she's was like the breath coming into my body, and I love her so very much."

His emotion-filled statement shook her, and her words snagged in her throat. "She's very lucky."

He lifted his eyes from her ring and gazed at her. She saw the moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. In thirty-seven years, she had never once seen her husband cry, not during those days he was locked away in Azkaban prison, not even the day they'd buried his parents.

"Lucius. . . ." she slipped deeper into his arms and found that old familiar place that the universe created just for her, out of Lucius' flesh and bones. Feelings she couldn't speak choked her, making her brain fuzzy. So that the next words she spoke weren't what she'd intended at all. "You should know, I don't sleep with men I've only just met sir."

He laughed and tried to blink away the tears from his eyes. His voice was husky when his laughter came. "Is that so?"

Yes, she nodded. "It's because I started having sex when I was too young. I didn't want to, but I loved him so much that I simply couldn't say no."

She kissed him gently, not wanting him to take her statement the wrong way. She didn't want to throw more guilt in his face. But against her effort, his face still held a hint of sadness, and he brushed the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Did it turn you against ever being able to love someone again."

"Oh no, I was blessed with a wonderful lover. Maybe it hurt a bit in the beginning, and maybe he was a little clumsy when we got started, but it didn't take him long to get it right." she smiled.

"I'm glade to hear that." he smiled and his hand trailed over her bottom lip. Narcissa caught glimpse of her bed behind him, bathing in the moonlight. Slowly she took the lead and began backing this new stranger across the room, where her bed was waiting.

"You should know right now that I don't have a lot of sexual experience, I've only been with one woman my whole life."

"I'm glade to hear that." she smiled.

He pushed her hair back from her face and onto one side with his fingers. "Did anybody ever tell you, you're beautiful?" His hands gave a playful tug at her sloppy, girlish ponytail, pulling out the band that held it together. "A lot messier than my wife, but still a show-stopper."

She laughed. He dipped his head and kiss her. Their kiss, quickly lost its gentleness and grew urgent with passion when he lifted her up and laid her down on the bed.

Wrapped so Pretty"