ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ
ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 14, 1912
*2 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴄᴇʙᴇʀɢ*
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"ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀʀᴄɪꜱꜱᴀ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴡᴀʏ."
Narcissa sat down at dinner with her husband and son, she had no clue where Adeline was, but suspected it was probably with Harry. It was the same old talk. Business, blood purity and status. Narcissa silently wished she was somewhere else, not having to listen to her husband boast about how proud he was of Draco.
Narcissa stood up. "I think I'll be heading back to the room now." She said coldly.
"Good, I'll accompany you back there." Lucius said.
"Fine."
The two began to walk upstairs, Narcissa purposefully storming off.
"Narcissa wait." Lucius said when they reached C-Deck.
"What?" She snapped.
"I owe you an apology."
"Go on then." She said.
"I'm sorry for being so stupid. I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I'm sorry for putting Adeline through this. I'm sorry for making Draco get the dark mark two years ago. And I'm sorry for being such a bad husband. I've been so stupid to not realize that until now. I really do love you Narcissa, I hope you still feel the same way."
Narcissa felt moved and a bit surprised Lucius had actually apologized, but she was glad he did. Even though Narcissa thought about divorcing him once or twice, one of those times being when Draco had been branded with the dark mark because of Lucius' failures. But nonetheless, the two loved each other even when they fought.
Sure, they weren't perfect, but no-one was. Even what seemed to be the happiest people could really
Narcissa walked over to him. "I love you too." She said before kissing her husband.
The couple shared a nice romantic moment together before pulling away from each other.
"Instead of going back to the room, do you want to go up on the deck?" Lucius asked.
"I don't see why not."
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Draco and Astoria on the other hand, were perfectly fine and no trouble had arisen. They linked hands under the dining table and smiled to one another.
"About the wedding," Pansy began.
Astoria laughed. "Pansy I've barely even been engaged; I don't see the need to start planning a wedding right away."
"I know. But what if the dress of your dreams is gone before you even lay eyes on it?"
"I suppose your right."
"I know I am." Pansy said.
Pansy's husband Blaise sighed. "Women and their wedding plans." He said.
Draco chuckled. "Want to head to the smoking room?" He asked Blaise.
"Of course."
That left Astoria and Pansy to discuss many things.
"So, what do you think about Hockley?" Astoria asked, obviously referring to Adeline's fiancé.
Pansy snorted. "He's a foul, greasy haired, git. And besides, Adeline seems far happier with Potter." She said.
Astoria laughed. "Foul greasy haired git? Isn't that what you called Draco?"
The women burst out in fits of giggles, remembering how Draco would use far too much gel on his hair in their first and second year at Hogwarts.
"I swear he put his whole hairbrush in the gel container!" Pansy laughed, tears of laughter starting to form.
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