Who: Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy When: the afternoon of June 16th, 1980 Where: the beach of the island that Lucius bought as Narcissa's wedding gift What: Newlywed, honeymoon bliss. Rating: PG for now. Not likely to get any higher. Status: Incomplete
Lucius felt more relaxed than he had in years. Perhaps it was the relief that the wedding was over, perhaps it was the surroundings of the beautiful island. More than likely, however, it was the fact that he was with Narcissa alone and she was the one person that he could truly let go around. There was no Prophet to anger him and the last time he had picked up his journal was the first day. After arguing with some annoying Gryffindor, he had laid it aside for the rest of the honeymoon, relying on the fact that he would it would let him know if there was some sort of emergency back in England.
The sun was bright, but pleasantly so rather than blinding. They lay in the sand, the newlywed couple, a soft blanket seperating them from the pure white sands. Lucius himself was shirtless, hoping to get some sun to his pale English skin, as flawless as he thought it was. He turned toward Narcissa, propping himself on his elbow, gazing down at her with an unveiled look of adoration in his eyes. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "It's such a beautiful day, don't you think?" he said sofly, stroking his fingers over her pale hair.