Awesome...
She still loved Lucius, she could never stop now. But she wouldn’t like it if he did what she suspected just for her. And why had he been gone so long? Was there something else to this? Thinking that, Narcissa felt ice in her stomach. No, nothing could have gone wrong, she assured herself.
Narcissa looked up at the man holding her. ‘Let. Go. Of. Me,’ snarled Narcissa, making each word a separate sentence.
‘But Cissy,’ said Lucius, confused. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Just let go of me,’ growled Narcissa again, glaring at him. Lucius immediately let go, leaving his arms hanging by his side. ‘Good,’ approved Narcissa. ‘Now tell me –’ her expression softened a bit ‘are you Lucius Malfoy?’
Lucius gazed down at his wife. ‘Are you feeling alright? Of course I’m Lucius.’
Narcissa gazed at him with a tortured expression. ‘Lucius, do you remember the request I made of you when you proposed?’
‘Of course I do,’ said Lucius, reaching out and taking her hand. ‘You hit me on the arm, and fiercely said that you were too young, and then I explained, you said yes, the best moment of my life.’ He smiled, continuing on, ‘And then we were by the lake, and you said to me ‘Will you promise to love me forever?’ And to that I replied, ‘Yes I will Narcissa.’
Narcissa hugged her husband. ‘And have you been honouring that promise?’ she asked.
Now it was Lucius’s turn to look tortured. ‘You know I love you,’ he said, pulling her closer to him.
‘No I don’t,’ whispered Narcissa. ‘You have been away so long, and when you come back, you hardly even speak to me!’ She turned her face towards him, and he was startled to see tears in her eyes. ‘You forgot me,’ she cried; turning away from him, she ran back to the Manor, blinded by tears.
She still loved Lucius, she could never stop now. But she wouldn’t like it if he did what she suspected just for her. And why had he been gone so long? Was there something else to this? Thinking that, Narcissa felt ice in her stomach. No, nothing could have gone wrong, she assured herself.
Narcissa looked up at the man holding her. ‘Let. Go. Of. Me,’ snarled Narcissa, making each word a separate sentence.
‘But Cissy,’ said Lucius, confused. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Just let go of me,’ growled Narcissa again, glaring at him. Lucius immediately let go, leaving his arms hanging by his side. ‘Good,’ approved Narcissa. ‘Now tell me –’ her expression softened a bit ‘are you Lucius Malfoy?’
Lucius gazed down at his wife. ‘Are you feeling alright? Of course I’m Lucius.’
Narcissa gazed at him with a tortured expression. ‘Lucius, do you remember the request I made of you when you proposed?’
‘Of course I do,’ said Lucius, reaching out and taking her hand. ‘You hit me on the arm, and fiercely said that you were too young, and then I explained, you said yes, the best moment of my life.’ He smiled, continuing on, ‘And then we were by the lake, and you said to me ‘Will you promise to love me forever?’ And to that I replied, ‘Yes I will Narcissa.’
Narcissa hugged her husband. ‘And have you been honouring that promise?’ she asked.
Now it was Lucius’s turn to look tortured. ‘You know I love you,’ he said, pulling her closer to him.
‘No I don’t,’ whispered Narcissa. ‘You have been away so long, and when you come back, you hardly even speak to me!’ She turned her face towards him, and he was startled to see tears in her eyes. ‘You forgot me,’ she cried; turning away from him, she ran back to the Manor, blinded by tears.