Narcissa braced herself as she felt Lucius grab to stop her. She wouldn't shy away from him anymore; she wanted to show him she was strong, that she would overcome this. She looked up at him, the slightest spark of hope returning. No! You mustn't feel this way. It will only lead to disappointment over and over again. She had a feeling he was apart of this new group that followed a dark lord, the same that Bella had recently hinted about. Still, what could make someone hesitate towards something they wanted? If the feelings weren't there to overcome it, certainly it meant he would put something else above her.
When he let go, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow at the loss of contact. It may have been the last physical caress she would receive from him and it was enough to make her sigh. She had thought he had left, watching as he went towards the door, yet he stopped. She blinked as he said the words, yet he was gone as swiftly as he had said it. What was it he wished to confess? But more importantly, why couldn't he? Narcissa felt a strange tightening around her heart and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Strength. If he wishes you to be nothing, you can be just that to him. Somehow she knew it was going to be easier said than done.
She picked up her potions book and tucked it under her arm before she exited as well, not so much as looking back in the room, but forward towards something new.