A/N: This was written for PoseidaxLunar's Songfic Challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, and the lyrics (in italics) are from the AFI song, Love Like Winter.
Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it's December every day
Press your lips to the sculptures and surely you'll stay
Love like winter
For of sugar and ice I am made, I am made
She made her way down the dark hallway, lit with nothing but the moonlight streaming in through the open window at the end of the hall. She cast her eyes cautiously around her, peering into the ever present shadows, pressing down on thoughts of everything they might hold. Her long hair, even more silver in the light of the moon, swirled around her as a gust of icy air blew in through the open window, giving life to the drapes that normally hung limp by its side. She sucked in a quick breath as the cold air assaulted her, before gracefully moving forward with a quicker speed, no longer caught up in glancing at the space around her.
She reached the window, slamming it shut, a loud bang resounded through the bare corridor causing the hairs on her arms to rise. Outside it was a cloudless night and the grounds below looked incredible peaceful. She let out a laugh; peace was the last thing this home represented.
"Narcissa dear, do tell me what it is that you find to be so humorous," a quiet voice said into her ear, hot breath tickling the skin on her neck. Her laughter must have blocked out the sound of his approach. She inwardly cursed herself at her own stupidity, and balled her delicate fingers into fists at her sides. Slowly she turned around staring up into the cold grey eyes of her husband; his light hair – an almost perfect match to her own – was pulled back. She tried to force all of the bitter coldness that she could muster into her glare, it was best to never appear weak she had learned.
He rested his calloused hand on the side of her neck, and placed a trail of kisses down her jaw, while she held ram-rod straight, scarcely daring to breathe. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, his face completely unreadable – and she prayed that hers was too.
Drawing on some hidden reserve of strength and courage she laughed again and threw his trademark smirk back at him. "Nothing but a cold, cold irony," she said after brushing past him. Her heart was pounding, though she dared not show him the fear that was bubbling within her, threatening to overflow.
He made no move to follow her, but after a few steps his voice echoed around her. "You used to be the sweetest girl," he mused seemingly to himself. She froze mid-step, causing her foot to come crashing down loudly on the smooth marble floor, and turned around to face him. He was staring out the window – which was open again – the moonlight glancing off the smooth skin of his face. He looked like a statue carved from the very marble he stood on.
Seeming to notice the absence of footsteps ringing through the hall, he turned his head away from the window and gave a slightly startled jump at seeing her standing in the middle of the hall. Her blue eyes pierced through him with an anger that was anything but fake. "You made sure to change that, didn't you Lucius?" she said before turning around, and continuing down the hall, each step ringing out with a harsher toll than the one before. She reached the corner, and with a flash of silver hair, disappeared.
It's in the blood, it's in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love, I taste of blood
He bit my lip and drank my warmth from years before
From years before
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