Chapter 2- The Middle

From our first kiss, Lucius and I were inseparable. We spent nearly every waking moment together for the rest of his seventh year and then wrote hundreds of letters during mine. I saved every one.

After I left Hogwarts, four years passed before Lucius and I took our relationship to the next level. We had been dating for nearly five years and I wanted nothing more than to be his wife, and luckily for me, I knew long before he popped the question that he wanted to marry me too.

“Narcissa,” Lucius murmured to me one day in early January, four years after I’d left Hogwarts. We were sitting in one of the many luxurious parlors at Malfoy Manor, secluded from the rest of the Malfoy family by the heavy doors that Lucius had locked when we had retreated to the sitting room. It wasn’t entirely proper for us to be alone without a chaperone, but Lucius was losing patience with his mother peering over us all the time. If I was honest with myself, I couldn’t blame him. Mrs. Malfoy was nice enough to me, but I could tell that she would never think anyone was good enough for Lucius, even though my family tree was immaculate.

I pulled myself from my thoughts about the elder Malfoys and turned my head back into Lucius’s chest. I was curled up against his side, my head resting lightly against him and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

I made a small noise of acknowledgment when he spoke my name and could almost feel him smile in return.

“Would you like to go out tonight?” he asked quietly.

“Absolutely,” I responded immediately. I loved being seen in public with Lucius. “Where were you thinking we should go?”

Lucius shrugged noncommittally.

“I had a few ideas…why don’t I surprise you?”

I smiled and scooted closer to him, nuzzling my nose into his chest.

“All right,” I responded calmly. “Will this be a formal venue?”

I asked the last question out of courtesy, even though I knew that nothing was informal with Lucius Malfoy. He seemed to read my thoughts and chuckled quietly.

“Of course,” he responded. “I know you always look your best, my love. I’m not concerned.”

I smiled and stood gracefully, reaching my hand out to hold his. His long fingers slid effortlessly between mine and he smiled up at me from the couch, his gray eyes sparkling.

“I love you,” I murmured.

“I love you too, Narcissa,” he replied.

“I’ll see you tonight.” I turned to the fireplace and tossed floo powder into the grate, stepping inside to be swallowed by the shimmering emerald flames.

When Lucius arrived to pick me up at seven o’clock, I was just putting the finishing touches on my hair. I wore a set of dazzling pale blue dress robes covered in diamonds underneath a midnight blue over-robe that I left hanging open to expose the lighter one. I knew we would be apparating to our destination, so I didn’t bother to mar my outfit with a cloak, but I did don a silver scarf. Carefully checking my hair in the mirror, I took a deep breath, flashed my reflection a smile, and descended the stairs.

Lucius was waiting with my father in the foyer. They were talking pleasantly, patiently awaiting my arrival. When I stepped into the room, Lucius’ eyes went straight to me and his face broke into a wide smile.

“Narcissa,” he murmured as I reached them, kissing the back of my hand, “you look beautiful.”

I nodded in agreement and smiled. My father was in the room, so I kept up my formal front.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“I’ll have her back safely in a few hours,” Lucius said to my father as we walked to the door. Father said nothing, but nodded, showing us out.

“Have a good time,” he said simply, kissing my cheek.

I stepped onto the porch with Lucius and the door closed softly behind us. Outside, the snow was falling in heavy sheets and the sky was dark. I shivered in the cold as Lucius led us to the edge of the Black family property, but he soon slipped his arm around my waist, kissing the top of my head and apparating us into darkness.

My feet hit the ground and my vision cleared. We were standing in front of a very high-end restaurant on the outskirts of Hogsmeade called The Phoenix Feather. I smiled and clutched Lucius’ arm as he led me inside. This place had a very good reputation; it only admitted purebloods from old money. There would be no riffraff here to deal with.

The maitre d’ seemed to be expecting us and bowed low when Lucius nodded in his direction. He led us up two flights of stairs to a private room walled with huge glass windows that overlooked the countryside and town which was sparkling with lights from the candles behind the windows. The waiters immerged from side-doors and supplied us with fine champagne and hor dourves. They left quickly which I appreciated and we were alone.

I looked up at Lucius through my eyelashes. As I expected, he was watching me.

“Do you like it?” he asked quietly, waving a hand to indicate our surroundings—dark wood-paneled walls, crème carpets, twinkling candles in holders along the walls. It was all very romantic and beautiful.

I smiled prettily.

“You know that I do,” I replied.

Lucius smirked in satisfaction and looked down at his menu. I did the same, and a few minutes later, we had both verbally ordered and our food had magically appeared. Sometimes it was nice to have people wait on us; other times, we would rather be alone. I was glad that magic gave us that option.

We ate quietly, only speaking occasionally. Lucius and I had fallen into a perfect rhythm over the years: we each knew what the other was thinking without having to talk. It saved our breath, at least. Sometimes I would look up and catch his gray eyes watching me and I would feel a blush darken my pale cheeks. Even after all this time, his looks still made butterflies flutter in my stomach. As we finished dessert, I felt my heartbeat pick up pace. Looking at Lucius, I could tell he was gathering his courage.

“What is it, darling?” I asked sweetly, though we didn’t often use pet names.

He smiled slightly and stood. As he came around the table, I could see all the places that the candlelight caught his silvery-blond hair and threw shimmers across the room. Everything seemed ethereal.

“Narcissa Cassiopeia Black,” he began slowly, a confident smile sliding onto his face. He reached down and took one of my hands. I blushed, glad we were alone. I held his hand and smiled back at him, already knowing what was happening. “For the past five years, you have stood by my side through good times and bad. You are by far the most admirable woman that I have had the pleasure of knowing. I respect you and what you stand for, and cannot begin to imagine the chasm that would be left if you were gone from my life. I want you by my side every day for the rest of forever. I love you more than life itself and I would be delighted if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife.”

He withdrew a small black velvet box from his robes, popping it open to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. Tiny emeralds surrounded the central diamond. The ring caught the light, sending tiny sparkles dazzling onto my face.

“I would be absolutely honored to become your wife, Lucius,” I replied, smiling widely. I felt tears in my eyes, but held them back as he slid the ring onto my finger. He leaned down to kiss me, and in that moment, I knew I was the happiest girl in the world. 



It was a mere six months later when Lucius and I were preparing to stand before all of our friends and family, as well as most of the respectable pureblood society to become husband and wife. The July heat was beating down outside the tall windows of Malfoy Manor, but inside the enlarged ballroom it was pleasantly cool. I stood at the back of the room behind a large set of doors. I could hear my guests murmuring to each other as they awaited my entrance.

“I’m very proud of you, Narcissa,” my father said to me, a tight smile gracing his face. I beamed back at him. My father was a man of few words and fewer smiles. His praise meant everything to me. “Are you ready to go?” he asked.

I glanced sideways and met my own blue eyes in a large mirror hanging on the wall. I looked even paler than usual, but I smiled despite my nerves. My golden hair was piled gracefully on top of my head and dotted with sparkling diamonds. I reached down and smoothed the silk of my marvelous wedding gown.

“I’m ready,” I replied to my father. He smiled again and nodded to a man beside the door who stepped forward and opened it to admit us. Inside the ballroom, music began to play, and my father took my arm. This was it.

The walk down the aisle seemed to be the longest walk of my life. The moment I had stepped through the doors, a gasp rippled across the crowd, but I had eyes only for Lucius. He stood at the end of the aisle waiting for me. When our eyes met and we both smiled, I knew that I would never regret this decision.

“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered as my father kissed my cheek and went to take his chair in the audience. I turned to Lucius who reached for my hands, and our fingers intertwined.

“You look stunning,” Lucius mouthed, barely making any noise. If my smile was not already radiant, I knew it was now.

The ceremony itself was short. The wizard presiding spoke of love and commitment and loyalty. When we exchanged rings, I heard someone begin to cry and I couldn’t help but hope it wasn’t my mother. That would be humiliating.

“I now declare you bonded for life!” the wizard before me announced. Lucius leaned forward and kissed my lips. I wished it could have lasted longer, but propriety dictated that it didn’t. The crowd began to cheer and I clasped Lucius’s hand as tightly as I could. I was officially Mrs. Malfoy.



“Cissa!” Lucius called from the study. I was only in the hallway, but I immediately hurried to my husband’s side. I wished he had sent the house elf. Shouting was so crude.

“Yes, love?” I asked as I arrived beside Lucius’s desk. He was standing with his back to me, scanning the bookshelf for something. I admired his profile as he turned to face me.

“Have you seen the book that my father sent over from his wing of the Manor?” he asked.
Lucius’s parents still resided in Malfoy Manor with us, even two years after our marriage. They lived in the eastern wings, however, and we in the western.

“Have you asked Dobby?” I questioned, wrinkling my nose in disgust for the elf.

“He’s witless,” Lucius sneered. “Then I suppose you haven’t seen it?”

“I haven’t,” I replied. My face twisted slightly at Lucius’s tone. He had been on edge lately, and I couldn’t help but hope everything was going all right with his “business.” Lucius and I didn’t speak of the Death Eaters, but I was well-aware of his involvement with them.

Lucius sighed.

“I love you,” he said quietly, beckoning me to his side. I went immediately and leaned into his embrace. Lucius was never one to be overly affectionate, so I cherished the moments we shared together.

“I love you too,” I replied. Only with Lucius could I truly be myself and not worry about propriety and appearances. When we were alone, life was much simpler.



Lucius and I had been married for four years when everything changed. His involvement with the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters was deeper than ever and I continued to worry for his safety every time he left the Manor. His parents had passed away, and when he was gone, the house seemed far too large and empty and silent. I walked the halls, staring up at the many portraits of blond-haired, gray-eyed Malfoys and wondering what would happen next in the war that was raging outside of my home.

“Lucius?” I murmured one night as we lay in bed. He made a noncommittal noise in the darkness. My hands coiled around the blankets and twisted nervously. “I have something I wanted to talk to you about,” I hedged.

I felt Lucius roll over and could see him looking at me in the moonlight that snuck in through the curtains.

“Is everything all right?” he asked immediately.

I smiled and felt my nerves begin to abate.

“Everything is perfect,” I replied. “I just wanted you to know that our family will be growing quite soon.”

I knew it was a cryptic was to announce my news, but Lucius wasn’t thick. He understood at once and sat straight up, lighting the candles with a flick of his wand.

I blinked in the sudden brightness of our bedroom and white spots flooded my vision. After a moment, they receded and I looked back into Lucius’s wide eyes. He was staring at me in amazement, and I had never seen him look so surprised.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked bluntly, grabbing my hand on top of the sheets.

“I am,” I said happily. Despite the terrible things happening in the war, I was excited about my pregnancy. I wanted to be a mother and to raise my child with the man I loved.

“Narcissa,” Lucius breathed, pulling me against him and holding me tightly, “this is wonderful.”

At his words, I finally began to cry. Everything between us was perfect. Lucius would be a great father to our child, I didn’t doubt that. And our child would grow up in the lap of luxury and privilege, hopefully in a world without war.



Draco was born early one morning in June. I could hear birds singing outside the window as I held my son and cried. I had never been overly emotional, and I had never been brave once in my entire life, but as I held my tiny son, I knew that I would do anything to protect him. The war was still going on, though Lucius said that our side was winning. No matter what was happening, I would not let my son suffer. I would die before any harm came to him.

“He’s perfect,” I murmured to no one. Lucius still hadn’t entered the room, even though the magical midwife had cleaned everything and left. I was alone with my son. He was already asleep in his wrappings, a tiny shock of white-blond hair peeking out of the bundle. He looked like Lucius already.

Finally, my husband entered the room. His face was drawn and he looked worried, but I didn’t want to ask what was wrong. I didn’t want anything to mar the perfection of this moment.

“Your son,” I whispered, still staring down at Draco. We had decided on the name months in advance.

Lucius reached down to take the bundle from me and held his son for the first time. A small smile graced his lips as he gazed down at the tiny baby.

“He looks like me…” he whispered. I felt tears in my eyes at his words. The pride in his voice touched me to my soul. “And I wish he could grow up to be like his mother,” Lucius added sadly. “I wish he could be as quiet and compassionate as you, my dear…but he is a Malfoy and he must grow into that name.”

I felt my smile falter, but quickly saved the expression.

“I know,” I replied slowly. I didn’t want to disappoint him.


The following October, the Dark Lord fell. Lucius and I celebrated. I knew that he had been deeply involved with the Dark Lord, but I also knew that he wanted out. He wanted to protect his family. So as the fireworks were launched all around Great Britain, Lucius and I kissed on the terrace of the Manor, Draco sleeping peacefully in my arms.

The sky filled with lights and echoed with the booms and cracks of the fireworks being launched all over the country. I could see that our closest neighbors seemed excited about the Dark Lord’s downfall. I sneered a little because I knew they were blood-traitors, but I wasn’t going to be the one to ruin their evening. After all, Voldemort’s death meant that Lucius and I could finally live a safe and happy life again.

Draco cooed in my arms and I looked down. His gray eyes were blinking slowly as he awoke.

“Hello, dearest,” I murmured to him. “Would you like to see your father?”

Draco smiled and nodded clumsily and I smiled back at him, passing him to Lucius. Draco was nearly a year and a half old, and already he was a showing signs of independence, but Lucius rarely got to hold his son, so Draco relished in those moments.

“We can be a proper family now,” Lucius said quietly to Draco. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much so far…that will change, I promise.”

The smile on my face stretched wider as I watched my husband and son. As I glanced towards the sky, an enormous firework exploded. Draco giggled happily and finally, everything was okay. 



Author's Note: Well! I'm sorry for the massive delay in getting this chapter to you. I would love to know if you liked it. The time jumped a lot here, did it mess up the flow? And how did you feel about the characterization? Again...I've never written for the elder Malfoys. Let me know what you think!

ALSO! Thank you to Jami (Jchrissy) and Aphoride for giving me the inspiration to finish this!

Also: If you have additional questions that you would like answered, please feel free to go to my "Meet the Author" page on the forums. There's a link on my author's page!

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