Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire September 9th, 1979 6.00 AM
It’s a rather blissful quiet morning. A ray of light glares into her eyes and she squints, quite disoriented at the term of time.
Daylight. Early. Cold.
Narcissa shivered lightly as she scoot closer and buried herself within the warmth that was offered by her husband. She couldn’t help but watching him while he’s still pretty much asleep. His lips are parted, and his nostrils flared every breath he takes. He looked peaceful and surprisingly comfortable sleeping with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her lips curved into a smile as she ran her fingers across his forehead and lifted a couple strands of hair from his eyes.
It’s Sunday and they’re not supposed to do anything-- until late afternoon. Her eyes fluttered close and hummed contently as his scent filled her senses. She could stay in bed for as long as possible, but eventually her newly-found-nausea wins. She freed herself from his arms and jolted from her bed. All she could think of is to get into the bathroom before she’s puked on anywhere.
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