Best. Day. Ever.
Lucius’ stomach was still working itself into knots as he made his way up the Malfoy Manor drive and pushed open the front door. There was no arguing that Narcissa had made his life better. He was more confident now, he felt loved, and in her arms he never felt insecure or in danger of replacement. She’d wrecked vases and burned portraits and toppled statues, flung open curtains to let in the sun, in her pursuit of making the manor a true home for them. Sometimes she just walked around the house in a silk robe and declared that they should have champagne for breakfast, something that would have given his mother a heart attack at the impropriety of it all.
Except that his mother was still on sabbatical in France, giving Lucius “Time to get to know your wife,” which was her code for, “Time to man up and do your duty for the line.” Which... well. It hadn’t been awful and that was about all Lucius was prepared to think about that.
The rest of his time he’d spent on work, artfully dodging Death Eater duties, and spending time with her. Or being trapped in animal shelters with Sirius Black, but ultimately he’d call it a positive encounter considering the cardboard box with eight screaming kittens he was carrying, pressed against his chest, because after spending several hours with all of them he just couldn’t choose.
“Narcissa?” he called, his voice echoing in the vast emptiness of the entryway. “Light of my life? I have a surprise for you!”
I hope you like cats.
@narcissa-istic
