Narcissa hurried over to Draco, who had rose from the floor. "Draco are you alright?" She stroked her thumb over his red cheekbone.

He winced at her touch and murmured rudely "I'm fine".

"Just let me take a look at it" she stroked her thumb over the red cheekbone again.

He slapped her hand harshly " Mother, I said I'm fine!" He took a glance at the three Death Eathers who were standing by the doorway. "I'm not a little child anymore! So just stop worry."

She grabbed his wrist "But I'm still your mother, and mothers love and care for their children no matter how old they are." her voice was clear and concise. She released the firm grip of his wrist, and said in a sweeter tone: "I know you're hurt and humiliated right now but-"

"I'm not humiliated! Nor hurt!" his lip slightly quivered "I'm just...just...tired" he breathed.

She took his head in her hands, went up on tiptoe and placed a long kiss on his forehead. "Go to bed then, and get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow." She placed another kiss on his forehead "I love you" she whispered.

He took her hand in his and nodded. She knew that that motion was another way to say 'I love you too'.

He then turned and left the room.

"Touching" said Bellatrix with disgust and left the room after Draco with Yaxley and Rowle on her heels.

Narcissa now turned to Lucius. He was still lying on the floor, she could still not see if he was breathing. With a shaky hand she flicked her wand and lit all the candles in the room. She then went over to her husband and fell down by his side. She placed one hand on his upper arm and stroked the long blond hair from his face with the other.

"No..."

"Darling..."

"No... Narcissa, don't look at me... I- I don't want you t-to see me like this." He tried his best to turn his head away from her.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks "No don't say that" she sobbed. "Do you really think that I would leave your side after twenty-three years of marriage because you don't look presentable at the moment?" she softly whispered to him, tears still rolling down her face. She stroked his face with one hand, breathing heavily and stopped at the bruised temple. This proud, strong, indomitable man who she had known and loved for all this years was now lying on the floor in front of her, weak and broken.

Humiliated by his condition he didn't wanted to face her.

She very gently placed her fingertips on his chin "Lucius please look at me"

The sound of her whispering his name made him want to kiss her, hold her and never let go. Tell her how much he'd missed her and how much he loves her with all his heart. He wanted so bad to just take her there were she sat by his side, as if it were their last night together. Those bloody aurors had separated them for more than a year and he had never realized how much he had until he almost lost it.

Lucius raised his eyes slowly and meet his wife's glossy eyes. This was one of the few times in Narcissa's married life she allowed Lucius to see the tears fall down her face. She usually didn't cry in front of him, it just wasn't ladylike to show weakness to your husband. But right now, none of them could care less.

Narcissa stroke his cheeks and bent down tried to kiss his lips. He tried to tilt his head upwards so that she could get better access. As he did so a pain went through his body and he bit his lower lip and grunted in her mouth.

Narcissa flinched as if it were she who caused the pain. "Are you alright?"

He didn't answer but instead tried to push him self up using both his arms, tired of lying on the floor, but clenched his fists and jaw in pain as he tried.

"Easy, easy, I'll help you." She grabbed his right arm with both her hands and rose slowly together with him.

While up he wobbled and grabbed the backrest of the settee. Every muscle in his body throbbed. His jaw was still tight clenched and he breathed heavily. Once more he felt unbearable to look at her, he was so weak that he couldn't even get up on his own, how was he supposed to remain master of the manor if he bloody couldn't stand up straight.

"You just have to recover love" she said as if she just had read his mind. "You need to rest. I will help you up upstairs."

With that said they started to walk gentle and slowly toward their bedroom which they had not slept together in for 377 days. The manor was dead quiet and none of them said anything, the only thing that was heard was Narcissa's heels on the stone steps of the staircase. She held one arm on Lucius's back and the other in his hand, they had to take one step at the time, slowly.

While up at second floor Narcissa led him across the corridor and into their chamber. The room was dark so she flicked her wand to lit all the candles just as she had done before downstairs. They had stopped by the doorway, Lucius glanced across the room. Everything looked exactly like it had done before he was forced away from it.

"You probably want to take a shower first, right?" she had turned to him and gently placed her hands on his chest. "Or I could get the house-elf to make you something to eat? Or perhaps you just-"

"Narcissa..." He interrupted her, it was the first time he had spoken for a while. He cleared his throat and grabbed her face with one hand "I love you so much Narcissa" he said in a wheezing whisper.

She looked into his sunken bloodshot eyes. "As I love you Lucius. No matter how unclean you are, no matter how many bruises you happen to have."

He grabbed her face with both his hands and kissed her passionately. The pain which still throbbed in his entire body only made the kiss even more intense. He lowered one of his hands and grabbed her waist with it, pulling her closer to him.

Narcissa still had her hands placed on his chest and now she started to unbutton the buttons that remained on his soiled prison shirt. One button, two buttons, Lucius grabbed her wrists and ended the kiss with a sneer. "I think I would like to have a shower first my love" he held her waist making his way to the bathroom while gently pushing her with him, making her walk backwards in to the bathroom.

"Then you still need to get these off" she whispered and underlined 'these' with disgust.

"I don't mind, I hate these rags"

She finished unbutton his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders and let it fall into a heap on the floor.

She looked at her shirtless husband, he had become somewhat skinny and she could see in the reflection in the mirror behind him that his left shoulder blade was bruised and scratched. She gently stroked his exposed ribs with her fingertips and took a shaky breath.

"Is it that bad?" he said

She took another shaky breath "You will be fine" she ensured him.

He stepped out of his prison trousers and Narcissa reached down to pick up the soiled rags. "I'll get rid of these for you my dear." She held the garments in arm's length and left the bathroom. "Take your time." She closed the door behind her and heard how he started the shower. In her hands she held the most loathsome item she ever held before. She hated it. With firm steps she went to the open fireplace and tossed into the flames. She stood there, crossed her arms and watched it burn.

There you have chapter four. Now pretty please tell me what you think, leave a review or a favourite if you like, I don't force you, but it would make me happy!

Next chapter will probably be the last one. Thank you for reading.