The Malfoys were perfectly pure-blood, thank you very much. Lucius and Narcissa had known they were going to be married by the end of their fifth year, and it wasn't due to love. It was an arranged marriage, but that was just tradition. They would do the same with any children they had when they became of age. Although they dated other people and flirted around, they remained steadfastly loyal to each other, as was expected of them. When Lucius chose to become a Death Eater, Narcissa went along with it, even though she didn't much like the idea. When she found that she was pregnant with their first child, she knew that she would do anything and everything to keep him safe. The day Draco was born, she thought she would never be happier. Lucius did not love her, but this child would. She kissed his tiny nose and ruffled the blonde hair that made it obvious he was a Malfoy. She was happily unaware that in the next year, everything would change...