A/N: Lucius and Narcissa get away from the party. Lucissa. I do not own Harry Potter.
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Lucius stole away from his father's side near the front doors of his home. He couldn't stand being around the man anymore. His fake smiles and his snide comments in between guests, and the embarrassing ones towards them, were more than he could handle. He walked across the ballroom and moved towards the large double doors that led to the garden.
He was just about to step out when he saw a figure sitting on one of the benches. Her long silver dress stood out among the dark rose bushes whose flowers had closed for the night. Little studs sparkled in her blonde hair which was held in place by an exquisite silver haircomb. He turned to a passing house-elf and grabbed two champagne flutes from its tray before stepping outside.
"I'm sure it's much warmer inside than out here," he said as he took a seat on the bench beside her. He noticed she had brushed off most of the snow that had fallen earlier that day, but the night air was definitely chilling.
"I just couldn't stand to be in there any longer," she said, taking the champagne flute he held out to her. "These parties always make me feel so caged, like a flightless bird."
She took a small sip, careful not to mess her lipstick, before continuing, "But this is our lives, Lucius, the lives our parents planned out for us before we were even thought of."
He sat there for a moment just looking out at the cold winter night before saying, "I'm going to make a difference. I don't want to be like my parents who have their heads so high up their arses to understand that the times are changing."
She looked at him strangely, with a mixture of hope and belief that he could do it, but also acceptance that things would stay as they always were. "If that day comes, know I'll be following you. I want to be right by your side," she said softly.
He was about to say something more when he noticed the shudder that ran through her body when the air blew through the bushes next to them. He got up off the bench, took her now empty flute and held out his hand to her. "Let me escort you back inside, Ms Black. Your parents must be worried sick," Lucius said with a smirk.
"Of course, what would they say if anything happened to their little princess," she said with a sarcastic tone.
He led her back to the large glass doors and held them open for her, but she paused as she was stepping through.
"Lucius, look," Narcissa said while pointing up. Above their head was a small sprig of holly, with three little red berries. Mistletoe.
Before Lucius could respond, Narcissa leaned over on her toes and placed her lips on his, their warmth a sharp contrast to how chilled his hand been in the night air. She pulled back and gave him a small smile. "To the future. Happy Christmas, Lucius."