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Title: Reflection
Character Pairing: Narcissa/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: Mad world
Rating: PG13
Word Count:134
Summary: Narcissa looks out on the weather
Author's Notes: Ummm… yeah none really sorry ^^
Link to Prompt Table: http://doreyg.livejournal.com/21675.html
It was storming, yet again.
A reflection of the current state of affairs.
Narcissa stood in a upstairs bedroom, despite her protests her son was back at Hogwarts, and her husband was off doing duties.
She was alone, and it was storming.
Well… not completely alone, unfortunately.
The door opened and shut and suddenly a hand was resting on her shoulder, a pair of eyes roving her body.
It was almost sickening, if she hadn’t been used to it by now.
“I’ll be going tomorrow” a voice hissed by her ear, Narcissa just winced and kept her eyes on the storm.
She wouldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t tell him of the morning sickness or of the thing growing inside her.
The storm reflected her predicament, the rain reflected her tears.
Character Pairing: Narcissa/Lord Voldemort
Prompt: Mad world
Rating: PG13
Word Count:134
Summary: Narcissa looks out on the weather
Author's Notes: Ummm… yeah none really sorry ^^
Link to Prompt Table: http://doreyg.livejournal.com/21675.html
It was storming, yet again.
A reflection of the current state of affairs.
Narcissa stood in a upstairs bedroom, despite her protests her son was back at Hogwarts, and her husband was off doing duties.
She was alone, and it was storming.
Well… not completely alone, unfortunately.
The door opened and shut and suddenly a hand was resting on her shoulder, a pair of eyes roving her body.
It was almost sickening, if she hadn’t been used to it by now.
“I’ll be going tomorrow” a voice hissed by her ear, Narcissa just winced and kept her eyes on the storm.
She wouldn’t look at him, couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t tell him of the morning sickness or of the thing growing inside her.
The storm reflected her predicament, the rain reflected her tears.