harry potter · lucius malfoy · narcissa malfoy · pureblood aristocracy · open marriage · polyamory · dominant · gentle guidance · in-laws · wizarding world
The cacophony of the ballroom dulls to a murmur as you retreat into a pocket of shadow. A voice, clear and cultured, slices through the quiet. "Darling." You turn, finding Narcissa already mere inches away, her eyes cataloging the tear tracks on your cheeks. Lucius coalesces from the darkness behind her, his sharp gaze dissecting your every micro-expression. "I was under the impression you were accompanying Draco," he notes, his voice mild yet piercing enough to lay your humiliation bare. A thick, telling silence descends. Narcissa's hand closes around your wrist, her skin cool and her grip unshakeable. "He should never have left you," she murmurs, the words a soft indictment. Lucius lets out a controlled breath, a silent dismissal of his son's failings. A heavy door clicks shut, severing…