A/N: Though I love the Malfoy guys very much (Tom Felton, Jason Isaacs!), sadly they do not belong to me. Neither does Harry, though he doesn't appear in this story as a corporeal being. Neither does the world of Harry Potter). Sadly, JKR gets all the money. But she's cool, so it's okay.

"I must find him! I must find him!" Cried out a girl. "Where is he? Where is he!" She was getting frantic now. Why would he do this? Why would he leave her?

Where was he? He was supposed to be here an hour ago! Now she stood in the dead trees behind Hogwarts. She had been so panicked about everything that most of her clothes were ripped. Stress had landed upon her frail shoulders and now he chose to leave her. Did he truly forsaken her? Why would he do that? Didn't he know? Of course not. She hadn't told him, yet. That's why she was here. But, he didn't know that.

He had owled her about four hours ago and told her to meet him here. And now, he left her. He had abandoned her.

The girl of sixteen fell to her knees into a pile of mud. She was a mess. Her usually neat bun was now in fragments around her face. She clung tightly to her cloak as tears of abandonment dripped from her swollen eyes. Where they landed was insignificant, for the rain around her washed out the tears. Her normally neat uniform could always be seen as perfection, but now it was so torn and tattered, that the house she resided in was undetermined.

She knew this night would not go well. Somehow chaos would ensue. Three muggle attacks had occurred in the last three hours; let alone the countless mudbloods that were dead. Somehow she knew before hand that this night would forever change her life. And it had.

The girl of sixteen sat in the mud pile. Alone. Where was he? She had to tell him. Maybe if she told him then he wouldn't get involved. They were going to have a child now. He couldn't risk this over a child, could he?

She looked down at her ring, the one he gave her. Though he was much older than her, she didn't want him. She never wanted him. It was through family connections that brought them together. It was through their parents. It was his name. And heritage. Though her genealogy wasn't the best, his far outweighed hers. She should have been like her sister. Her sister rebelled against the family. But look what it got her. Shame. She didn't want that.

Not now. Not with the baby coming. She didn't want to have to be cast aside. He would take care of her. But it wouldn't come to that. She wouldn't let it. Even if she'd have to put up with the hate, the cruelty, and the maliciousness, she'd have to. At least she wouldn't have shame brought down upon her by her family.

She tried to get up, and managed to at first. The girl took a few steps and managed to fall into a fit of tears, landing into a bush. "Where are you!" She cried into the silence of the forest. As she lay in the bush, it looked like the forest was consuming her. It seemed like it literally was. Maybe it was actually the stress of everything, but she just wanted to stay there.

Maybe if he didn't come then it would all go away. They had muggle healers that made the baby go away. She heard her parents talk about it. It was something called an "abortion". She'd have to pay a lot, but it wouldn't even cause a dent in her Gringotts account. Then she could move on: live in Australia or Hawaii. Somewhere, anywhere but here would fulfill her right now.

She managed to get up. She was actually going to go through with this crazy idea of hers. Besides, he was already an hour late. What did it matter? He didn't care for her.

And that is when she saw him. His perfect outline approached her and she fell back down on her knees. All of her hopes, dreams, everything was lost. Here he was. Finally, finally when she was about to go on her own, he shows up. And now this whole concept will be lost in her memory. This will always be her "what if". What if she left two minutes sooner? What if she managed to pull it off?

It didn't matter now. Everything was now over. She would become apart of his family. The preservation of their blood would live on.

The man strode perfectly up to her and picked her up by the elbow. "Come on, Narcissa."