Summary: A 200-word drabble about after Lucius was arrested.
Word Count: 202 words
Disclaimer: Everything associated with Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Not like that's news or anything. *pouts*
A/N: This is a response to the R&B Songfic Challenge posted on the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum by Headmaster Evandar Lionhart. I chose the song "T-Shirt" by Shontelle.
Curled up in the middle of her giant bed, Narcissa wondered if she'd ever feel alright again. She was supposed to be at the opera with her friends tonight. She'd gotten all dressed up in her best robes and her nicest shoes, and then realized she didn't think she could make herself go. She felt ridiculous dressing up when he wasn't here. Part of her was missing. It didn't feel right. She'd made her excuses to Mrs. Parkinson, asking her to pass it along to the ladies that she had a horrible headache. Now here she was, curled up in the middle of her very large, empty bed in nothing but one of Lucius' old undershirts. She laughed to herself. Somehow this was less ridiculous than her 120 gallon robes and diamond-encrusted shoes. Just as sudden as her laughter had stopped, she felt herself tearing up. She pulled part of the t-shirt up to her nose and inhaled his scent. Without him here, there was no reason for her to get dressed up and go out. She'd rather be here, where, even though she was along, she had his t-shirt and his smell and no one would judge her for her tears.