#porcelaincursed

“Please don’t cry!” he exclaimed, suddenly feeling terrible.  “I’m sorry.  Congratulations on a beautiful baby.”

@porcelaincursed

               one  brow  arched   HIGH   in  surprise,  suspicion  darkening  in  the  silver  of  his  eyes,  full  of  doubt  &  hesitation,  but  he  was  puzzled,  most  of  all,             by  the  approach  and  her  offerings.   MADE,   she said.     A  pureblood  lady  of  her   STATUS,  in  the  kitchen  ?!       A  place  for  servants  and  house  elves,  FOR  MUGGLES.  He  couldn’t  recall  Narcissa  ever  stepping  a foot  in that  place,  he  don’t  supposed  she  even  knew  where  it was         let  alone  COOK  there,  or  bake  as  the  case  maybe.  A  scathing  remark  lingered  on  the  tip  of  his  tongue, an  instinctive  reaction  to  the  blood  traitor,  but  memories  as  a  young  lad,  buying  pumpkin  cookies  in  Diagon Alley,  with  his  mother,  dimmed  his  REVULSION,  ​❝       I suppose. ❞ he  drawled,  adding,  ​❝ After you, my dear. ❞ nostalgia  or  not,  trust  her  he  did  not. 

“No, I’ve always known the risks with your health situation. The thought of losing time with you terrifies me more than anything, but I want to make the most of it. If I ever hesitated to take that chance with you, it was solely because of the burden my name would bring you.”

    “Astoria, my dear, we are women and women are thriving.” A small smile came to Narcissa’s lips, “My son might not always admit it, but if you wanted your hand in things, you must make it known and never back down.” 

     “I’ve had my suspicions. It’s not like I can get my son to open up to me as easily anymore.” Narcissa responded, placing the cup of tea before Astoria before sitting down herself. “How long have you known?” 

              “Know this, Miss Greengrass, I have lost much in the last war.” Lucius drawled lazily, his face a mask of cool indifference as he regarded the other, but there was an unmistakable wildness in his slate-grey eyes that betrayed his effort to seem unaffected, “I will not lose my son.” Draco, his progeny, his flesh and blood, was perhaps the only other person Lucius would ever unabashedly claim to love aside from his wife. “Should you turn him against me, against this family...” He didn’t have to finish his threat. He was Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, the truth of his nature would speak louder than any words.

“You need to live a little.”