Sorry it's so short and took so long, I've had course work. Also, this is the end of Part 2.
Draco returned so late that Christmas Lunch was spoiled and Lucius did not come back at all, so she served her son some dry turkey and other sides and let him be with the piles of presents.
"I'm going to bed," she smiled gently at her son and he was far too engrossed in a new book to pay attention to the pain in her eyes, "I'll see you tomorrow, darling."
"Goodnight Mother," he turned to her and smiled, "I can stay up as late as I wish?"
"Indeed," she sighed as she bent at the waist to kiss his forehead, "It is Christmas, after all."
"Where's Father? " Draco added as she pulled the door behind her. She popped her head round.
"Out," she smiled at him slowly, "He had business to deal with."
Draco rolled his eyes, "He always has business."
Narcissa laughed slightly, to prevent herself from crying and made her way upstairs. Because she would never let her son, or for that matter, her husband see her cry and being kept in the dark from Lucius made her want to weep.
She sat, back against the ornately carved head board, book in hand but nothing would dispel the emptiness next to her - where his head usually lay. She sighed slightly, tipped her head back and closed her eyes but she knew well that sleep would not come, not until she knew where he was. She was silly and she scolded herself for letting images of him murdering a Muggle in his anger, or drinking himself into a stupor at the Wizards' Club and lying somewhere in Knockturn Alley. But, she comforted herself with the thin notion that he was not so careless. But deep down, she knew he could be.
The door creaked open, heralding his arrival what seemed like hours after she had snuffed out the candles and punched the pillows too hard in her discomfort. She watched him with tired eyes, stalk into the room as quietly as possible and begin undressing.
"No need to be quiet," she whispered as she sat up "I am awake."
"I thought you would be asleep," he answered, sitting on the edge of the bed and unlacing his shoes.
"I couldn't," she answered dryly and he turned disapproving eyes on her.
"Where did you go?"
"Out," he turned to face her, and said gently "Go back to sleep, Narcissa."
She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, "You think I will go to sleep without an explanation. Surely I deserve that."
"I don't know what I was expecting," he bit out, clearly agitated as he pulled his shirt over his head.
"Neither do I," she leaned over and touched his shoulder softly. He turned his head and divested a kiss on her fingers.
"I am sorry."
"I know," she moved up and resting on her knees, began to rub his shoulders, "I can feel it in your skin."
"Clever woman," he answered sincerely.
"Will you tell me?" She kissed the back of his hair.
He slumped under her touch, even though his words were cold, "I am not like him. I don't want to."
"Like who, Lucius?" Sometimes his enigmatic sentences irritated her.
"My father!" His irritation was clear in the way he spat the words from his mouth.
"Your father?" She had the distinct feeling that she would need to prise this out of him. But he pulled away from her grasp, and standing clad only in his trousers made his way to the window to stare out into the snow covered grounds.
"he had- has, a fowl temper. He used to…" he trailed off, and turned to her eyes blazing with a passion she had never seen in 15 years of marriage, "I would never hurt you. You know that, don't you?"
"Of course," she left the bed, but did not near him.
"He hurt her," he turned away, "He had affairs all the time. He used to hit her, he used to do it on front of me and I always knew what he did. His temper, such a terrible temper, such a horrible, terrible temper."
She did not know what to say to him for she hadn't expected this to be the reason. She hadn't imagined that Lucius would be so secretive about this, because she had always had doubts about the ways of Abraxas.
"I am not him," he turned to her, "I am not going to do that to you."
"I know," she said, backing away from the rage in his eyes.
He stared at her, "I am always so aware that my temper is terrible, that I could do it. If I wanted too."
"But you wouldn't," she answered coolly, "You wouldn't to me."
"No?" He looked at her desperately, "How can you trust that?"
"I just do," she said simply, "I think I judged your character well when we married, don't you think?"
"I don't know," he smiled slightly, "I imagine you are not so dumb as to pick a bastard, not like my Mother."
"No," she grinned slightly, "I know you too well Lucius."
"Perhaps that is what I fear, Narcissa."
"Indeed?" She laughed gently and watched as the indignity in his eyes dispersed and his grin joined hers, "Was it so bad telling me?"
"No," he shook his head slightly, "Not hugely."
"Not at all," she corrected, walking towards him, "I am your equal Lucius, never forget that."
"As if you would let me," he answered dryly, settling her in his arms.
I know it was really very short, there's a reason for this as it is the end of part2. And again, I apologise profusely for the tardiness.