"Well, she would be to you, and your friends too, I’m sure.  I’m sorry, sweet."  Narcissa stroked her hair as they cuddled together.  "Lucius cares for me in his own way, I understand that now, even if I didn’t before the war, but real love..." Narcissa shook her head.  "I’ve never really known that.  Someone who didn’t see me as a pretty ornament on his arm or as a commodity to be traded to form an alliance that benefited them."