Ok... I know I took a while writing this one compared to the others but yeah, excuse my rudeness. Enjoy!
Narcissa stumbled out of the fireplace, landing in a heap in the middle of the room. She climbed onto a velvet chaise, clutching her cheek. She buried her head in her lap, beginning to cry. Everything was changing. She had married and moved to an unfamiliar old house, one sister had married and had at least one child, while the other was following the "Dark Lord " and torturing innocent people. What ever happened to them? They used to talk of growing older and moving in together, and never marrying. They would take it in turns to work and spend their time painting and playing the piano. She'd drawn pictures of their dream house and she still had a few in her brown box. Her train of thought was disturbed when she heard footsteps coming closer. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and tried to look as happy as her stinging face would allow. Lucius walked in, having obviously changed since she left him, as he ws now shirtless and had navy blue pajama bottoms, rubbing his eyes and sitting down next to Narcissa. Looking at him, Narcissa could tell that he was slightly hung over. But she hadn't been gone that long had she? He looked at her for a moment, cocking his head to the left slightly.
"Narcissa, what happened to your cheek?"
She tried to think of something she could say to keep Bella out of it. She may be a bitch but she was still her sister.
"I - um.. I, I hurt it." She hoped this would be a satisfactory answer, but knew in reality it would be far from it.
"I gathered that part myself, who hit you?"
"Nobody hit me! Why would anybody have hit me? I fell as I came home by floo."
"I wasn't aware that falling in this house caused hand shaped marks on your face. I'll have to speak to somebody about that." Narcissa sighed and looked at him. She couldn't say that Bellatrix had hit her when she asked about the cabinet. Deciding that conversation was over, Narcissa stood and started towards the door.
"Why did Bellatrix hit you? I'm not going to do anything to her, but she should know that if she lays another finger on you, she'll have me to deal with." Narcissa turned around to see that Lucius was going slightly pink.
"Why do you care?" She asked, sitting back down next to Lucius.
"I care because you're my wife. It's my duty to care. It's my job to provide for you and make you happy. I've seen what Bellatrix is capable of, and you shouldn't take her crap. Like I said, I wouldn't put you in any danger, and you shouldn't put yourself in any danger either. But it's not your fault Bellatrix is unpredictable and lashes out. I don't just care because I have to, I like you, Narcissa. I like the way you are such a bad liar because your not used to it. Your're not like your sister. When your mother proposed this, I was and your sisters were always so close at Hogwarts. I always presumed you were like her. In reality you're complete opposites. She's ice. Cold and hard. You're a scarf, soft and warm. All my life, I've been surrounded by shallow, vindictive women who just use you for your money in exchange for their bodies. They stay with you for a matter of weeks, and then leave, taking as much money as they can with them. I've been surrounded by these people all my life, my mother hated my father and I was brought up to think a man and a wife are just that. I was taught love was a weakness, that it cut into your power and made you weak.I don't want it to be like that for our children. I want them to have a proper family. I've never met another woman like you Narcissa, you're kind and beautiful and you don't care about money or business, because those things aren't important. I never knew women like you, and I'm glad, because it makes you seem even more beautiful in comparison. I'm glad you don't want to be a death eater, because what sort of influence would that set for our children? At least they can have one decent parent." He leaned in towards her, one hand resting on her leg and the other cupping her bruised cheek. He paused with his forehead touching hers, "And besides, you're a Malfoy now, I can't have you showing us as weak now, can I?" As he kissed her, her hands lifted, running through his long, blond hair. She leaned back, allowing them to fall into the chaise comfortably, him on top of her. When their lips finally parted, Lucius smiled at his wife and kissed her forehead. He could see that she was tired, and so was he, so he lay beside her, as she nestled her head into his bare chest. Together, they slept there until morning light, when Lucius woke slipped from beneath Narcissa and inched out, trying his best not to wake her.
When Narcissa woke, she was greeted by her husband sitting in front of her, sitting on a dozen suitcases. "Honeymoon. Today, we would apperate but with all the cases I figured we'd floo. Your cases are already in the fireplace. After breakfast we can go, ok?" Narcissa nodded and sat up, crossing her legs and accepting the tray Lucius had just conjured. She lifted a piece of toast and nibbled, looking at her husband.
"Where are we going?"
"Little Venice, It's in London. Mostly muggles that live there. I've packed suitable clothes for the both of us. To fit in better. It's beautiful really, I went there twice with my mother when I was young. The nearest place we can floo to is down the road so I've lightened the cases. When you drop the powder say "Amy Thomas, Warwick Avenue." She knows we're coming, I wrote to her last week." Narcissa nodded and finished her breakfast in peace as Lucius went to change. He walked back in looking a little uncomfortable in dark denim jeans and a pinstripe shirt. He pulled his hair back into a low ponytail as he sat back down. "I left some clothes on your bed. If you don't like them, you can always wear something else, I just thought they'd suit you." He mumbled, fiddling with a zip on his pocket.
When Narcissa picked up the clothes on her bed she smiled at how well he had actually chosen. She put on the white skinny jeans and pulled on the pink polo shirt and white cardigan. Deciding she would take a detour on her way back down, she quickened her pace. She found her owl and stroked her head fondly.
"If anything comes for me, hide it for me." She headed back down to the fireplace while humming happily under her breath. Lucius reminded her of the address as she stepped onto the grate, stepping around cases. She dropped the floo powder and recited the address.
Looking around the empty house, Narcissa thought it must have been abandoned. There was dust on everything and nothing of any real value in sight. Cobwebs draped the corners of the room and the old house sat silently. Narcissa hauled her cases off the grate and sat on the floor, looking expectantly into the ancient fireplace. As if cued, Lucius appeared, along with his trunks. He pulled out a folded up trolley from one case and piled the cases onto it. He helped up his wife and led her through the house. "Where's the woman who lives here?"
"She died three years ago. I just didn't think it would be very romantic to tell you we'd be arriving at a dead woman's house." Narcissa smiled and stepped out through the old wooden door, looking around to check nobody was looking. They walked down the street, as Lucius pointed to the canal, trying to show Narcissa which boat was theirs. His finger landed on a beautifully polished boat. It shined blue with silver writing scrawled across the side of the boat. It was named Narcissa. She smiled up at the man and then back at the boat. The inside glowed orange, lights were obviously on. When they reached the boat Lucius threw the cases over the edge onto the boat and then lifted his wife under the knees and carried her over the threshold.