Narcissa Malfoy stood rooted to the spot. Her eyes fixed on her husband and her sister. The two people in the world who should have her back were stabbing her in it, in her bed no less.
A mixture of anger and disgust coursed through her body as her hand rested on her heavily pregnant stomach.
She wanted to scream, cry and curse the pair into oblivion, but she couldn't move or form words at that moment in time.
Lucius had never kissed or touched her like that. There was never that amount of passion or tenderness even the night their baby was conceived.
Narcissa couldn't stop the tears from falling as a moan of pleasure escaped Bellatrix's lips. Her sister, the sister who'd always protected her, was now ripping her marriage and world apart.
If it were anyone else in the world, Narcissa could accept it and eventually forgive Lucius, but never could she forgive this level of betrayal.
"If you two wouldn't mind prying yourself apart while I pack my things, I'd appreciate it greatly," Narcissa said, no longer able to hold her tongue. Her voice was cold and hard.
Bellatrix and Lucius sprung apart as if they had just had a bucket of ice-cold water poured over them.
Bellatrix looked smug and unashamed about the whole thing, but Lucius looked guilty as hell.
"Narcissa..." Lucius pleaded for something that neither he nor Narcissa knew what for.
Narcissa snorted in disgust, "Whatever you want to say, don't, I do not want to hear it. The only reason I haven't killed both of you is that I don't want my baby born in Azkaban, now leave the room the pair of you while I pack the sight of you makes me want to throw up!"
When the pair have left the room, Narcissa broke down and sobbed until she could shed no more tears.
It didn't take her long to pack, it'd probably have taken less time if she'd called a House Elf to do it, but Narcissa couldn't bring herself to use the elves that belonged to her husband. She wanted nothing from him except for him to burn in hell and to take Bellatrix with him.
Lucius was waiting outside the door, no sign of Bellatrix. He looked more composed and ready to launch into a thousand excuses.
"Narcissa, I can explain everything," He pleaded.
"Do me a favour and drop-dead Lucius, and while you are at it, take my sister with you," Narcissa hissed. She wished she wasn't so pregnant, then she'd be able to Apparate without risk to the baby.
"I know you're angry, but think about the baby," Lucius said, using anything to get his wife to listen to him.
"I am thinking about the baby, and I don't want my child to be raised by a creep like you. I hope Bellatrix was worth it because I will make sure you never set eyes on my baby, I'd rather leave it at a Muggle Orphanage than ever have you near it!" Narcissa said, seriously with pure venom.
Narcissa pushed past her husband, giving him one final look filled with as much hatred as she could muster.
Her hand rested on her belly, her world had just crumbled, and she had no idea what was going to happen now.
All she knew was she could never forgive her husband or sister.