Foolish

Hello readers! And welcome to my first LM/NM fic. I read a fic of these two and fell in love with the pairing so much that I had an incredible urge to write one of my own. The characters are going to be a little OOC but don't worry they'll be back to their ture selves in no time.

I had a lot of fun writing this fic and I hope you enjoy it.

Read & Review!

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"Welcome home, darling." Camellia Malfoy greeted her husband, Lucuis Malfoy.

Lucius answered his wife with a slight nod as he handed his cloak to the House elf and continued toward his private chambers for a bath.

Camellia sighed contently, her husband had finally returned home after being gone for what felt like an eternity to her. He was away on a business trip ordered by Lord Voldemort, which was supposed to be finished in less than a week. But as his owls said; there were many difficulties and it was taking longer than expected. She was devastated by this but understood that Lucius had to work. She didn't press him to return as she wanted; instead she wished him well and reminded him to not forget to wear a cloak, since she heard that the weather in France had worsened. The witch couldn't help but smile as she saw Lucius enter the manor. He was wearing a cloak as she had advised him.

Camellia sat in her seat as she waited for Lucius to finish his bath and join her at the dinner table. After receiving his owl, indicating that he was returning home, Camellia quickly made preparations. She supervised the House elves in preparing Lucius' rooms, his fresh and clean new wardrobe, and his favorite dishes were set upon the table.

"You've grown thin." Lucius said as he took his seat.

"I haven't had much of an appetite." Camellia informed him with a warm smile.

"You're paler."

"I've lost reasons to leave the manor."

"Even so, you look stunning."

Camellia's eyes lit up at his compliment.

"Thank you." She said shyly. "You're handsome as well. Are the new robes comfortable?"

One would think that after being together for as long as they did, his wife would learn to stop being shy around him. They were only married for three months, but knew each other ever since he was seven and she, six.

"Yes, they are." Lucius said as he noted with a glance that she hardly touched her plate and her cheeks were red now. The wizard sipped his wine to wash down his meal and took her shaking hand into his. "Are you unwell?" he asked, examining her trembling hand.

"Oh," Camellia gasped at his touch. "It's all right. I'm...nervous t'is all. I have not seen you in so long...I've missed you."

"I do apologize for my absence and for my behavior as well." he said, kissing her hand, "From now on; I'll make sure I finish my work in a timely manner and tend to you as I should."

Camellia felt her heart race by hearing his words and she blushed. In the last few days before his departure, Lucius had been so cold and impassive with her that she feared that he had lost his love for her after being together for so long. Their marriage was arranged for them at a very young age. Over the years they were made to stay together and learn everything they could about their future other half. During their Hogwarts days, Camellia never even spoke to other boys in fear that Lucius would get the wrong idea. As for Lucius, he hardly took a second glance at other girls because they simply weren't worth his time.

The rest of dinner continued with an assortment of small talk. One would think that after being separated for two weeks, would make them have much to talk about. But Lucius made it very clear to his wife that he never wished to speak of the acts his dark lord had ordered him to do, and she was to never mention a word of the nature of his "business trip" to anyone. If she was ever asked of Lucius' whereabouts by the wizards and witches at the social functions she was attending; she was to say, "As a wife, it was not my place to venture into Lucius' business dealings." And no one would question her any further.

After they were finished with diner, the couple retired to the master bedroom where they laid together and peacefully enjoyed each other's company.

"What is it?" she curiously inquired, noticing that he was gazing at the faded scar on his arm.

"Nothing," Lucius breathed, "I was just thinking of how sharp your teeth were back then."

Camellia blushed as she giggled, gently she stroked his scar. "You should have asked to borrow Cissy nicely, instead of trying to steal her."

Lucius gazed at the porcelain doll, Cissy, standing on the vanity on the other side of the room. Narcissa or Cissy stood regally on the vanity in her red velvet ballroom gown with gold trimmings and black laces. The doll's stilled blonde curled hair framed her delicate, soft features that were hand crafted by a skilled artist. He recalled being amazed by the small figure the moment he laid eyes on it and was enchanted by the little witch the doll was modeled after. Well, that was until the she bit him...

"Be that as it may, you were unladylike." Lucius drawled, taking his eyes from the doll and then glanced at the mark on his arm, "I thought you were going to tear my arm off..."

Camellia smiled as the memories resurfaced. It was through that bloody incident that began their relationship.

"Lucius..." she said softly, "there's something you should know..."

"What?" Lucius turned to her. By the sound of her voice, he knew that she was upset about something.

"I...I..." Camilla murmured. "I'm thinking of redecorating the guestrooms."

Lucius gazed down at his wife. "Very well." Lucius replied, pulling her close and falling asleep.

Camellia lay in the comfort of her husband's embrace, trying to find the sleep she had lost. During Lucius' absence, Camellia was informed by her family Healer that she was suffering from a heart condition. Fortunately, the ailment was discovered in its early stages. She could be cured of this illness as long as she kept drinking her potion regularly and not exhausted herself; she should be fine.

He needn't know. She told herself. It would only worry him. He was stressed enough from work as it is...

The witch studied her at husband's angelic face and kissed him. She was over joyed with his return, for when she's home, she all alone and Luicus' always gone lately.

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As days went by, Camellia noticed that Lucius was acting cold and impassive to her once again. And once again she dismissed it as stress from his upcoming work. But Camellia knew, deep in her heart that something was wrong, terribly wrong. A feeling of dread was overtaking her thoughts and dreams. It was the same awful feelings she had building inside of her during her parent's cold war in the manor, and it heighten the day before they announced their divorce. She fainted then, and was bedridden for weeks with a high fever. Confined to her bed, Camellia wasn't in attendance to her parent's messy division of their properties. But her mother didn't leave the manor until she was sure she was well and fit, and not spoken a word of the divorce to her, which Camellia found comforting and was happy to know that her mother loved her and always well.

"He's got a mistress, you know." Bellatrix informed Camellia as they finished their brunch.

The older witch was debating over when she would inform her younger sister of this information. After careful consideration and for the good of her own health, Bellatrix decided to tell Camellia after brunch rather than before. She told Camellia after, because if she told her before, she would no doubt loss her apatite for the rest of the day by the sight of Camellia's pathetic tear stained face and her feeble attempts to deny her husband's infidelity.

"Who?" Camellia asked.

"Lucius." Bellatrix told her bluntly.

"Pardon me?"

"Lucius Malfoy," Bellatrix lazily repeated, "your husband. He's having an affair with some whore he met last week."

"Bella..." Camellia blinked at her. "Are you certain of your accusation?" She inquired.

Camellia denied all rumors of Lucius' adulterous behavior, whenever witches she knew came to her with their so-called good intentions. She truly did not believe Lucius would hurt her in such a way. Lucius loves her. She told herself. He would never do that to her, never. But this was her elder sister...and Bella has never lied to her...

"Yes." Bella said outright. "Rodolphus told me."

"Rodolphus?" Camellia repeated, slowly sipping her tea.

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at her sister. The tone Camellia used in saying her husband's name indicated that she thought the idea was preposterous.

"Yes, Rodolphus." Bellatrix stated. "He returned home drunk, last week, babbling about some contest they had - I could barely understand what he was saying - but I got the truth out of him after he sobered up." Bellatrix grinned.

"What did you do to him?" Camellia blurted out before she could stop herself.

By the growing grin on her face, Camellia knew Bellatrix probably did something horrible to him, but the curiosity in itself made her curious.

"NO! Don't tell me - I - I don't want to know." She said, shaking her head and sipped her tea.

"Ohhhh...Too bad." Bellatrix teased, "The knowledge would absolutely aid you in your current situation..."

Camellia blushed. "No." She said firmly. "And I am not having a situation as you say. Lucius loves me and he will not do that to me."

"Suit yourself..."

"The contest." Camellia reminded her. "You said Rodolphus was babbling about a contest."

"Yes, that." Bellatrix said with disinterest, enjoying watching Camellia squirm in her seat. "Are you certain you want me to tell you? Since you're soooo sure of Lucius' faithfulness."

"Yes, I am." Camellia stood her ground, "Stop with your childish behavior and tell me of this false accusation Rodolphus is making and I will clear it."

"All right." The dark witch paused for the desired effect. "They were having a fucking contest."

Camellia's face flushed as she gasped at the use of such a vulgar term. "Pardon me?"

"A fucking contest." Bellatrix repeated as if she was telling her something of a simple nature, "After the mission - which they finished in the first week they were gone - they got drunk at a pub and somehow they ended up in a brothel - a whorehouse -" she answered Camellia's inquisitive eyes.

"A what?" Camellia, being raised by an over-protective father, never acknowledged such words. It was until Bellatrix told her of their meaning then she'd know, without their father knowing of course.

"A place where men - or women - go to, to pay to have sex."

Camellia inwardly cringed. She had more questions for Bellatrix but decided that it was best she remained silent.

"Anyways, the fucking contest began."

Camellia blushed again.

"They were testing who had the most endurance." Bellatrix raised her cup, "Congratulations, Lucius won - Rodolphus came second, of course." She said, sipping her cup and spiting it out when she saw Camellia gashed her chest as she fell off her chair, panting.

"Cammy!" Bellatrix exclaimed, running to her sister's side.

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"YOU'RE DYING AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" Bellatrix shouted accusingly at her sister.

"Bellatrix, will you calm down?" The Healer suggested.

"I'm not speaking to you. I'm speaking to my sister." She turned to Camilla. "Cammy!"

"Bella..." Camellia panted, "I...am...not dying..."

"I said there was a slight chance that the illness is fatal, but we can cure her of it." The Healer repeated what she had told the angry witch earlier. "As long as she continues to drink her potion and not exhausted herself. By the way, could you tell me what triggered your illness?"

"I...don't...re...remem...ber. Bella?" Camellia turned to her sister, for she honestly couldn't recall anything.

The last thing she remembers was that she was having brunch with Bellatrix. Bellatrix was trying to tell her something...but she didn't know what.

Bellatrix was stunned. The truth of her cheating husband shocked her sister enough to make her faint and force her to repress the memory.

"I told her what whorehouses were," Bellatrix replied, "in detail."

And with that the Healer gasped, "How could you tell her of such - such places?"

"What? I told her what fuck meant,"

Camellia quickly covered her ears in order to prevent herself from hearing Bellatrix speak anymore.

"And she didn't faint then. Though, she did spit out her pumpkin juice."

"Bellatrix Black!" The Healer exclaimed.

"Sorry, auntie, it's Lestrange now." She corrected her, crossing her arms and sticking her nose up.

"Be that as it may." Irma Black, the Healer, said, "You should not have told your sister of those...those places!"

"Why? What are you going to do?" Bellatrix challenged her, "Tell daddy on me? Honesty, one would think you would learn new tricks by now. Then again you were a Ravenclaw..."

"Why you little -"

"Stop!" Camellia interrupted the argument. "Aunt Irma, well you please give me and Bella some time alone."

Irma complied with her niece's wished and took her leave, ignoring Bellatrix, who was sticking her tongue out at her. Camellia would have scolded her for being disrespectful to their elders, but knew that she'd keep doing it anyways.

Bellatrix took a deep breath and sat down, then asked her sister ever so nicely, "When did this illness start?"

"Some...time during last week." Camellia replied weakly.

"I see..." Bellatrix said, closing her eyes. "During the days before the symptoms began to showed, did anything happened? Did you receive anything from anyone?"

"No." Camellia answered, "Well..."

"Yes?" Bellatrix curiously inquired.

"Lucius did send me this necklace." Camellia held up the chain around her neck for Bellatrix to see.

Dangling from the chain was a silver heart with the curving of a smaller heart on the top left corner with an arrow cutting through it. Bellatrix held the heart on the palm of her hand and examined it.

"Was there a note attached to it?"

"No." Camellia said, shaking her head.

"Then how did you know it was from Lucius?"

"It was wrapped around his monogrammed handkerchief."

"Really? Let me see."

"Dobby," Camellia called, "would you bring me the black box on the vanity."

Bellatrix examined the box that the House elf presented it to her. She looked at Camellia's necklace then ripped it off her, tossing it inside its box.

Camellia's eyes widened as she rubbed the spot where the necklace snapped off. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes. Something is terribly wrong!" Bellatrix replied, before she stormed out of the room, box in hand.

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"YOU BASTARD!" Bellatrix shouted as she slapped the wizard.

Lucius didn't see the witch's hand, but felt its sting and caught himself before the impact made him fly to the floor. Before he was able to ask what the slap was for, he was hit with a curse.

"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix screamed as she pulled her wand out and pointed it at Lucius.

After a few minutes, Bellatrix released him from the curse.

"WHO IS SHE? WHAT'S YOUR WHORE'S NAME! GIVE ME HER NAME!" She demanded, "I'LL KILL YOU! THEN I'LL KILL HER!"

"What is going on?" Camellia asked, entering the study, "Lucius!"

Bellatrix caught Camellia before she could run to her husband's side. "Don't touch him! He doesn't deserve you!"

"Bella...What - what are you -" Camellia fainted before she could finish her sentence and fell to the floor.

"Camellia!"

Lucius tried to reach for his wife but his vengeful sister-in-law roughly pulled Camellia back by the arm and pointed her wand at his neck. She stomped on him for good measures and coldly said. "Stay away from my sister!" And disapparated.

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"Bella?" Rodolphus said cautiously.

The wizard entered the guest room to see what his wife was up to, after a House elf informed him that the mistress was dragging her sister around and throwing her on the bed like a sack of potatos.

Bellatrix just finished putting the covers over Camellia when she heard her husband's voice. She dashed to the door and slapped him across the face.

"Ouch!" Rodolphus exclaimed, holding his burning cheek, "What was that for?"

"Who is she?"

"Who?" Rodolphus asked.

"The whore!"

"What! - Love you're the only witch for me!" He quickly said, "All those whores meant nothing! Nothing!"

Bellatrix slapped him once again, "Not any of your lowly whores! Lucius'! Who's the whore he's fucking!"

"Lucius?" Rodolphus repeated for reassurance.

"Yes, Lucius!" Bellatrix said, pulling him by the collar. "Tell me now!"

"I don't know." He told her, honestly.

Bellatrix pulled out her wand.

"I was drunk and passed out! Remember!" He shouted as he cowered on the floor.

"Then we'll just have to make you remember." She said, raising her wand.

"RABASTAN!" He shouted in desperation, "He knows! He's got high tolerance - probably saw her!"

Bellatrix released her husband.

"Guard Cammy while I'm gone. Hex Lucius on sight." She said before she disapparated.

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Lucius groaned as he rose from his bed. After being assaulted by Bellatrix, he lost consciousness, but thankfully Irma Black was still in the manor and came down to see what the commotion was and found him.

"You need to rest." The Irma told him.

"How long was I out?" Lucius asked.

"Almost a week. That was one nasty curse and the beating." Irma huffed. "That girl has always been vicious." She murmured.

"If only that bitch wasn't Cammy's sister, I swear!" Lucius cursed.

"Excuse me?"

Lucius gazed at the witch with an arched eyebrow.

"She's a bitch yes, but still my niece." Irma reminded him. "But I suppose you have an excuse." She said, waving her hand at him and his state.

After clearing Lucius of all injuries, Irma returned home.

As he was feeding his starving stomach, Dobby apparated in and informed his master of the guest waiting outside.

Lucius allowed him entry, seeing if he could get some information on his missing wife from Snape.

"There you are." Snape drawled.

"What is the meaning of this visit?" Luicus lazily asked.

"You should know." Snape countered.

"That's just it." Lucius replied, "I don't."

Snape stared at Lucius, "You mean to tell me that you don't know that Bellatrix attacked me a few days ago - like a bitch from hell - demanding to know the names of all the witches you've ever shagged."

"Pardon me, I didn't know." Lucius drawled, "I was bedridden for almost a week, and just recovered recently from said witch's violence."

"You think you had it bad. You should have seen what she did to Crabbe and Goyle. They're in St. Mungos as we speak, under intensive care."

Lucius pressed his thin lips together.

"What did you do to Camellia?" Snape asked.

"Nothing." Lucius answered, his voice tightened. "Why? What have you heard?" He demanded, trying not to sound desperate.

"From what I gathered." Snape, leaned back on his chair, "You tried to kill Camellia with a cursed necklace so you could run off and marry your mistress."

"I did no such thing!" Lucius shouted, standing up. "I love her!" He declared.

He was furious that anyone would even dare think of such a thing. Yes, he had affairs! But never had he held any woman above Camellia. She was - is wife, his best friend - his everything! She was all he had!

"Where's Camellia?" Lucius demanded, "I need to speak to her."

"Bellatrix's has her locked in her manor." Snape thought about it for a moment and said, "You should go see her before it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"The curse can still take effect, even though they took it off her."

"Take me to her!"

"Are you insane? Bellatrix well kill you." Snape said, cooly, "Someone tried to murder her sister. Do you honestly think she'd let this go?"

Lucius didn't listen. He apparated to the Lestrange manor's gates to demand his wife, but was greeted with a curse.

"Expelliarmus!"

Lucius dodged the charm and pulled his wand out. "Where's Camellia?"

"Out." Rabastan answered, "Stupefy!"

Lucius managed to dodge this spell as well. He couldn't fight back because the gates of the Lestrange manor were enchanted to reflect anything thrown at it from outside, with twice the force.

"Let me in!"

"Personally, I have nothing against you, Lucius." Rabastan smirked, indicating that him that he was enjoy this, "But, Bella's orders,"Hex on sight."'

"Lucius!" Camellia called, running to the gates, bared foot and with a cloak over her nightdress. "Rabastan! Stop!"

Rabastan ignored the witch and continued to throw hexes Lucius. Camellia grabbed Rabastan arm, but fell to the ground, when he roughly pulled away from her, and fainted.

"Look what you've done!" Rabastan told Lucius. "Bella's going hex me when she gets back." He mumbled as he picked Camellia up and carried her back to the manor, leaving Lucius outside of the gates.

"Camellia!" Lucius shouted, desparately.

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As Rabastan laid Camellia on the bed, he paused for a moment to admire her beauty. Though she was sick, with her blonde flat hair and pale skin; Camellia was still a sight to behold. Inching toward her face, Rabastan pressed his lips on hers.

Camellia picked up vase and hit the wizard in the head as hard as she could while he was distracted by their kiss.

"Argh!"

Pushing his unconscious form off her, Camellia grabbed her cloak and made her way to the gates.

"Lucius." Camellia said.

Opening the gates doors, she embraced him and together they apparated away.

"I thought I was never going to see you again." Lucius muttered, kissing Camellia.

"No...Never..." Camilla said as her vision faded into darkness.

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"How is she?" Lucius asked Snape.

"Not good."

"Lucius..."

Lucius rushed to Camellia's side and took her hands into his.

"Hold me."

Lucius climbed on to the bed and held her close. At this, Snape took his leave.

"Cissy...I want Cissy too."

Having no desire to leave his wife, Lucius summoned a House elf to get the doll for her. Camellia held Cissy in one arm and Lucius in the other.

"I...I miss you." Camellia said to Cissy. "...Please stay." She whispered to the both of them.

"Cammy. I and Cissy will always stay with you." he told her softly.

"No..." She slowly shook her head. "Stay."

Lucius held Camellia as she fell asleep in his arms. When he finds out who did this to her he will personally kill them before Bellatrix even gets a chance. But first, he has to take care of Camellia.

During the next few days, Camellia's health was beginning to show signs of improvement. There was color on her face and her hair wasn't as dull and lifeless as before. And fortunately, there has been no sign of a vengeful Bellatrix attacking the manor.

Camellia sat on bed as Lucius fed her, her porridge.

"You've got a message, mistress." Dobby said as he placed the envelop on the night stand.

"You can look at it later." Lucius informed her. "After you've finished your breakfast."

Camellia smiled and left the envelop where it was. When they were done with breakfast, Lucius went to the closet to find something elegant for Camellia to wear. That was when Camellia remembered the envelop. She picked it up and opened it. The witch's blue eyes widen as she stared at the moving aviators in the photo.

"Camellia." Lucius turned to find her asleep again.

Letting her sleep, Lucius placed the dress back in the closet and went to his wife. On the bed, he found a pile of photos of himself and the rest of the Death Eaters at the brothel. Lucius slowly stepped back and stared in horror at Camellia's still form.

"Camellia?"

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The funeral consisted of wizards and witches, whispering and gossiping about the true cause of Camellia Malfoy's death. It was a scandalous affair, rumors were spreading that Lucius killed her himself, others said he did it with his mistress, and others said she committed suicide because she had enough of his infidelity.

Lucius shut everything out as he stared down at his deceased wife. She's not dead... He kept telling himself, hoping this was all a bad dream. Married for less than a year - barely four months! - And he was a widower already. Lucius sighed as he thought back to that morning. He searched through his mind, trying to figure out who did this and only one name appeared in his mind. He kissed Camellia's head and Apparated away.

"Lucius!" The witch skipped across the room and embraced him. "I missed you, love!" she said, showering him with kisses.

"Good day." Lucius replied coldly. "Rachael."

Rachael Blanc was a half Franch and half American witch, Lucius met after he finished his mission, at a pub. He was quite taken with her and stayed in France with her for a week, much longer than he ever stayed with any witch from the past, because there was something about her that stroke Lucius' interest. It was her warm smile that drew him to her...She had the same smile as Camellia...And other distinctive similarities.

Rachael pulled away from him, her dark brown hair bouncing over her shoulders as her large blue eyes stared at him. He was stiff and impassive, not like the lively Lucius she knew.

"Lucius! What's the matter? Has something happened?" She asked.

"Yes." he said tightly, "Camellia's dead."

Rachael gasped. "Oh my! She was so young! But she did have poor health and -"

"It was you wasn't it?" Lucius stated, bracing her shoulders, he pushed her against the wall and asked, "Why?"

"I - I don't know what you're talking about." Rachael stuttered.

Lucius appeared at if he as about the tear her limb from limb, and it frightened her.

"You sent her that cursed necklace, didn't you?"

"No I -"

"Don't deny it!" Lucius roared.

"It was the only way we could be together! That little prune was -"

Lucius slapped her before she could finish her sentence.

"How dare you insult my wife!" Lucius said, coldly, as he drew out his wand.

After he took care of her Lucius returned to his room and went in his bed. He took Camellia and laid her on his chest, holding Cissy in his other arm, while he stroked Camellia's blonde hair and breathed in her scent...

Lucius was ripped out of his thoughts when he saw the back of his Camellia walking through the path to the garden.

"Camellia..." he whispered, about to follow her when he felt the end of a wand pressed on his head.

"Murderer!" Bellatrix screamed. "Avada Keda -"

"Bella!" Andromeda shouted, grabbing her sister's arm and tried to pull her wand from her.

"Let go! HE KILLED HER! HIM AND HIS WHORE!"

The witches fell on to the ground and rolled on the grass.

Lucius didn't pay the sisters any attention, he was busy staring at the gardens, trying to find a trace of Camellia. But there wasn't any

...Not anymore... He thought bitterly.

Many times, now, he would see illusions of her: walking in the gardens, sitting beside him at dinner, smiling at him and telling him she loves him. These images have been playing in his head over and over again and it was killing him. He would react to them as if it was really her, but they weren't. They were nothing but mere memories...

Memories are all he has of his Camellia.

Lucius placed his hand on Camellia grave stone, and felt the smooth corners of the stone. In his arms he held Cissy, pressing her face on his chest. He did not want her to see what he had done to her mistress or she'll hate him too. He would have left her in his room, on the vanity, but at this moment he needed her more than ever.

"Bella, you'll get thrown in Azkaban!" Andromeda shouted as she struggled with Bellatrix.

"I don't care! HE KILLED HER!" Bellatrix screamed as she kicked Andromeda off her. "Cissy! Come! Help me kill him!" The dark witch shouted.

Finally noticing the porcelain doll in Lucius' arm, Bellatrix grabbed the doll from him, but he managed to keep a hold on of Cissy's leg. Lucius was violently pulled from his thoughts, when he feel the sudden action and held on to the doll as if it was his life line.

"Give her back! She's mine!" Lucius demanded, pulling the doll's leg.

"NO! She's not yours!" Bellatrix sneered, keeping her grip on the doll's tarsal.

"Bella..." Andromeda said softly, "We're not children anymore. Stop this at once!" But no one paid the witch any attention.

"Give her back!" Lucius demanded. He be damned if Cissy was taken away from him too!

"She's not yours!" Bellatrix shouted, "Cissy!" She said to a person behind Lucius.

"If you'll please, return my Cissy to me?" Came a calm and soothing voice.

That voice!

Lucius lost his grip on the doll's leg and slowly turned around.

"Camellia!"