Rating/Warnings: PG-13, Drama
Characters/Pairing: Narcissa Black-Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa/Lucius
Summary: If he was asked the question of what he loved most about Narcissa, he’d always answer it was her grace.
Word Count: 281
Author's Notes: This is the first Fic ever I wrote in English. I'm quite proud of myself because I actually managed to stay in hh_writersblock's 30 minutes limit, but this is why it turned out to be so short.
If he was asked the question of what he loved most about Narcissa, he’d always answer it was her grace. Her charm when she spoke or moved had fascinated him for a long time before he was able to finally talk to her. Now they had been married for over five years and he still loved watching her secretly, like he did in their time at Hogwarts.
It took her more than half an hour to get dressed. Almost everything seemed to move slower today, even her steps when she came down the stairs. She usually never wore colours, but this time her black costume made her look even more fragile. He could see tears glisten in her clear, blue eyes when she left the house. He followed her, without her noticing. Followed her until she reached the small cemetary in the center of the village. She headed for a certain grave in the middle of the yard, and it hurt him to see how well she seemed to know the way. She read the inscription, over and over again, while the tears were now streaming down her cheeks. It hurt him watching her like this, he desired nothing more than to wrap his arms around her shivering body, to tell her that everything would be alright... But he knew that he couldn’t.
Narcissa’s hand reached out for the gravestone to gently touch, stroke over the name that was carved into the marble. "I miss you...“
It felt, like his heart started to bleed when he heard her words, spoken so silently that no one else but him would be able to understand them. "I miss you too, Cissy“, he whispered.