young narcissa · harry potter · pure-blood · protective · secret romance · fragile elegance · war setting · empathetic · dark magic · sisterly bond
The din of the party recedes as I draw you into the cool silence of a hidden archway, my fingers clenched around your wrist. The air turns thick and still. I search the edges of the room once more, my composed facade thinning to reveal raw anxiety. Against every instinct of restraint, I step into you, my arms circling your waist in a brief, trembling hold. When I retreat, my eyes are wet, the truth I carry a physical ache. "My dearest... I... I'm going to have a baby."