When things must be done precisely they require a manual. Narcissa Malfoy's life is nothing if not precise. Excerpts from the illustrious woman's wifely manual including 'educational' examples.

Fanfic100 094; Independence/Freedom. Lucius reflects on what his new found freedom from Azkaban really means.

Fanfic100 038: Touch. She was the softest thing in his rooms, and he liked it that way.

The tall young man took a few steps closer, watching her with a voyeuristic pleasure. He’d spent the last few months, ever since that fateful summer event he’d spotted her at, simply trying to gain her attention.

Time cannot heal all mistakes, but it can provide hope. I just wanted you to know that, Baby, you're the best. Rating may change.

Their first Christmas, the very first one, was a white one. Lucius and Narcissa pick out their family tree.

A small blonde girl, pink-faced and glassy eyed, was clinging to her sister for support. And it wasn't his fault at all. He wasn't about to tuck her into bed.

And sometimes at nighttime I dream that you are there, but wake holding nothing but the empty air." Miss Black and Young Master Malfoy were forced to end their arrangement. They were not forced to agree to it and accept it.

As another pang of loneliness set in, Narcissa settled herself down with a quill and pot of ink. The letter, the emptiness, and the silence all reminding her that she was there alone.

Fanfic100: 033, Too Much. Lucius has an issue with Narcissa's choice of drink, and its cup.