Tall, muscular, beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team… what’s not to love?
The two of them read it to each other and themselves so often, they had it memorized when Lucius went to Azkaban. Narcissa used to push the pillows into his sleeping body shape and would pretend to whisper it into his ear hoping he’d hear it. Coincidentally he’d do the same.
In their first five years of marriage she finished over two hundred books. After one hundred, she lost count.
He asked in his will along with other requests, to be buried next to his wife in the Malfoy family mausoleum. The healers believed it to be old age, but Draco knew he died of a broken heart.
Tall, muscular, beater on the Slytherin Quidditch team… what’s not to love?
In her words: “He is far too loyal and pigheaded to give up his best friend and his wife for slaughter.”
It was a large wedding with tons of guests (including the Minister of Magic) to view the most handsome groom waiting for the most beautiful bride to walk down the aisle.

She told him if he did so, she could live in peace and it would be a gift to her for saving his life from Voldemort.
Narcissa received her first howler from her mother.
During his entire reign they hadn’t spent one night together as husband and wife. When they were cleared of all charges by the Ministry, they (including Draco) spent several weeks in their summer home in Paris. Long story short, it was a magical evening.
Narcissa nearly drowned in a dark pond when she was a child. Dark water was so mysterious and she didn’t know what was waiting for her.