Remembered
Title: Remembered
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Recollections of Lucius and Narcissa's wedding.
Word Count: 724
Author's Notes: For Challenge #49: The Malfoys
Registered purchases?: Both
“I'm meant to wait until the Minister's Ball, but I can't wait any longer. Cissa, will you marry me? I know it is as good as arranged between our families, and that we may not have a choice in the matter...but I do love you. Our families approve of each other, but I want to know that in your heart this is what you want. If it isn't...I'll find a way out of it for you...I couldn't live with myself knowing you hated me for forcing you into this.”
There had never been a question of her loving him. It was truly the icing on the cake that their paretns had arranged for them to be married. She couldn't have said anything but yes...not because of her family, but because her heart wouldn't let her say otherwise.
She had said yes to him that night, and again at the Minister's Ball a week later in front of their families. There he gave her the Malfoy ring...the ring that now rested temporarily on her right ring finger. After today though, it would return to her left hand, joined by the wedding band.
Smiling softly, Narcissa looked into the mirror. Her grandmother's wedding dress had been altered for her. Bellatrix had been upset about that, but their mother had quieted her quickly. Fingering the lace sleeves, she knew it wasn't even rightly hers to wear. It should have been Andromeda's on her wedding day.
Of course, none of them had been their for her wedding. Her muggle wedding. Narcissa cringed at the thought, but she still wished her sister could be here. She understood why Andromeda did it. She married for love...Narcissa was one of a lucky few who truly loved the one they were betrothed to.
She was brought out of her reminiscence as Bellatrix came crashing in through the door.
“Cissy? Why aren't you ready? The ceremony begins in ten minutes, Mother was getting worried you would run.”
Gently pinning her veil into her hair, Narcissa stood from the vanity.
“Just lost track of time Bella. I have no intention of running. Wouldn't dream of doing that to Lucius.”
And she didn't. The wedding went as planned, the couple swearing in front of both of their families their vows to each other.
She could hardly recall what the officiant actually said during the ceremony. She and Lucius had been in their own little world, only snapping out of it when prompted to speak. The reception was far more memorable. Bellatrix and her betrothed Rudolphus made fools of themselves after drinking more than they should have. That ended in Bella tripping one of the house elves helping bring out the cake...which, as can be imagined, led to the cake covering Bellatrix. Bella had been reprimanded and had not been allowed at social functions for a month after.
Narcissa and Lucius made their way around the reception hall, giving their obligatory thanks to the attendees and those of high status who had been invited. Lucius did the speak, while Narcissa nodded politely and smiled brightly. Many offered her congratulations on becoming the newest Mrs. Malfoy, to which she simply smiled and offered a quiet thank you. A number of women in attendance did nothing but glare at her, and Narcissa recognized them as being from families the Malfoys had considered betrothing their son to...jealous women. Most of them out for his money, but she knew he only had eyes for her.
After long hours of playing proper host and hostess, they were finally sent away on their honeymoon. When they returned, Narcissa found that her things had all been moved to Malfoy Manor in her absence. The house elves called her Mistress now. Lucius's parents had moved into one of the smaller manors in the South of Wales. The Manor was theirs...and their life together could truly begin.
Talks of pureblood supremacy traveled throughout their circle, and Lucius was quick to throw in his hand. They both knew this would bring change to their world.
They only hoped it would be a change for the better. A better world for them to raise a family in, a better world for a purebloods like themselves.
Above all else, they hoped that their son would be as lucky with his betrothed as they had been.
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Recollections of Lucius and Narcissa's wedding.
Word Count: 724
Author's Notes: For Challenge #49: The Malfoys
Registered purchases?: Both
“I'm meant to wait until the Minister's Ball, but I can't wait any longer. Cissa, will you marry me? I know it is as good as arranged between our families, and that we may not have a choice in the matter...but I do love you. Our families approve of each other, but I want to know that in your heart this is what you want. If it isn't...I'll find a way out of it for you...I couldn't live with myself knowing you hated me for forcing you into this.”
There had never been a question of her loving him. It was truly the icing on the cake that their paretns had arranged for them to be married. She couldn't have said anything but yes...not because of her family, but because her heart wouldn't let her say otherwise.
She had said yes to him that night, and again at the Minister's Ball a week later in front of their families. There he gave her the Malfoy ring...the ring that now rested temporarily on her right ring finger. After today though, it would return to her left hand, joined by the wedding band.
Smiling softly, Narcissa looked into the mirror. Her grandmother's wedding dress had been altered for her. Bellatrix had been upset about that, but their mother had quieted her quickly. Fingering the lace sleeves, she knew it wasn't even rightly hers to wear. It should have been Andromeda's on her wedding day.
Of course, none of them had been their for her wedding. Her muggle wedding. Narcissa cringed at the thought, but she still wished her sister could be here. She understood why Andromeda did it. She married for love...Narcissa was one of a lucky few who truly loved the one they were betrothed to.
She was brought out of her reminiscence as Bellatrix came crashing in through the door.
“Cissy? Why aren't you ready? The ceremony begins in ten minutes, Mother was getting worried you would run.”
Gently pinning her veil into her hair, Narcissa stood from the vanity.
“Just lost track of time Bella. I have no intention of running. Wouldn't dream of doing that to Lucius.”
And she didn't. The wedding went as planned, the couple swearing in front of both of their families their vows to each other.
She could hardly recall what the officiant actually said during the ceremony. She and Lucius had been in their own little world, only snapping out of it when prompted to speak. The reception was far more memorable. Bellatrix and her betrothed Rudolphus made fools of themselves after drinking more than they should have. That ended in Bella tripping one of the house elves helping bring out the cake...which, as can be imagined, led to the cake covering Bellatrix. Bella had been reprimanded and had not been allowed at social functions for a month after.
Narcissa and Lucius made their way around the reception hall, giving their obligatory thanks to the attendees and those of high status who had been invited. Lucius did the speak, while Narcissa nodded politely and smiled brightly. Many offered her congratulations on becoming the newest Mrs. Malfoy, to which she simply smiled and offered a quiet thank you. A number of women in attendance did nothing but glare at her, and Narcissa recognized them as being from families the Malfoys had considered betrothing their son to...jealous women. Most of them out for his money, but she knew he only had eyes for her.
After long hours of playing proper host and hostess, they were finally sent away on their honeymoon. When they returned, Narcissa found that her things had all been moved to Malfoy Manor in her absence. The house elves called her Mistress now. Lucius's parents had moved into one of the smaller manors in the South of Wales. The Manor was theirs...and their life together could truly begin.
Talks of pureblood supremacy traveled throughout their circle, and Lucius was quick to throw in his hand. They both knew this would bring change to their world.
They only hoped it would be a change for the better. A better world for them to raise a family in, a better world for a purebloods like themselves.
Above all else, they hoped that their son would be as lucky with his betrothed as they had been.