He is my darkness. We don't talk. We don't love. We're just…being. All I have left is the icy façade, but really, everything he says just hurts.

I sit across the table from him, although in truth I've never felt so distant from him. He flips through the prophet, pushing his long platinum hair behind his ear, completely oblivious to my presence. I remember when he would let me touch his hair, he would like it.

Everything just became dark when he-who-must-not-be-named returned. I was of no matter, his object to play with. Dragged around on missions to assure that I wasn't 'fooling around' with someone else- instead I was just thrown around to whichever death eater wanted me each night.

I stopped yearning for Lucius after a few months, I just gave up. The reality of it had hit me hard in the face- he didn't love me. I stopped caring when it was someone who wasn't him touching me. I stopped caring that I was the death eater's plaything. I stopped caring about anything.

All I could do was push my emotions to the side; to feel nothing. The only good thing in my life was and still is Draco, without that boy I wouldn't have forced myself to live through that. He needed me.

I wander how he's feeling today, "Lucius?"

He takes a deep breath and looks up at me for a flash of a second, before his head is buried back in the paper. The message is clear: Don't talk to me Narcissa.

I would always hear the death eater's calling me the 'Ice Queen', so I decided to play up to the role. My voice was cold, I always looked perfect, and I never lost control of my emotions. I lost the old me along with the Lucius I loved.

I always expected for our marriage to end as soon as the war did. But no, Lucius made sure we stayed together. Manipulation is his middle name. To be quite honest, I've never been this unhappy in my life, and I don't think I'll ever get to feel real happiness again.

Our good moments are incredibly fleeting, but the moments I live for are with Draco. I am so proud of everything he's done since the war. He is my light, in all the darkness I'm surrounded by.

I'm done with this. I don't want to sit opposite him pretending anymore. I push my chair out, it scrapes along the floor and I cringe. "Narcissa sit." He commands.

I compose myself, bringing my shoulders up high, and tilting my head up high too. "I am not a dog Lucius. I am finished, so I am going to go and read."

He slams the paper down and I curse myself internally for wincing. "Just sit down Narcissa, before you make me do something I regret!" The fact that his voice is eerily calm means he really isn't joking.

I release a defeated sigh, and walk back over to my seat. The silence returns and I stare at the black marble floor beneath my feet. I'm careful not to laugh out loud at the irony- I'm walking on darkness.

A/N- So review if you liked? I know it's short!