Familiar Taste of Poison
Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to the world of Harry Potter
A/N: I got inspired for this story by the song Familiar Taste of Poison by Halestorm
Narcissa pointed her wand at herself and watched the bruises on her arms fade away. Even though she could not see them anymore, she could still feel them…she still knew they were there. She proceeded to get ready for dinner then went downstairs to the dining room. Lucius was standing by her chair at the table waiting for her. There were candles on the table lit and dinner was already on the table also. Lucius walked up to her and gave her a kiss.
"You look gorgeous, dear. Is that a new dress?" he asked while walking with her towards the table and pulled a chair out for her.
Narcissa cleared her throat and sat down. "Um, yes it is. I just got it last week," she answered as she fidgeted with her dress.
As they began to eat dinner, she noticed that Lucius would look her over every once in a while. She knew he was looking for bruises left by him, but she couldn't stand seeing them when she passed by a mirror. She also had to hide them from everyone else…she hated the questions. He was a little rough around the edges, but she loved him anyways.
As dinner began to wrap up, the house elves began to clear off the table. "Have you seen Draco lately?" Lucius asked Narcissa.
"Just last week…the same day I bought this dress. I told you I was going to see him and invited you to go. You didn't," she replied quietly.
"You did not ask me to go. I think I would remember that," he snapped.
"Lucius, I did. I know I did. It's ok if you don't remember. You've been dealing with a lot of stress lately," she answered slightly louder this time.
"I don't like that tone you're using," Lucius growled at her.
"All I'm saying is you're dealing with a lot. Why don't we go sit by the fire? Maybe relax a little?" she asked trying to get him to calm down.
"Alright," he answered. He got up and went around to pull her chair out so she could get up also. He offered his arm and walked with her into the lounge. She sat down on a sofa next to the fire. Lucius took a seat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. Narcissa turned to look at him and he kissed her. "I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you too, Lucius. I love you so much," she whispered back.
She then lost herself in thought while Lucius read through the news. She didn't know what happened to him or why he changed. There was a point in time when he wouldn't have laid a hand on her. There also was a time when she fought back, but now she just took it. She couldn't blame Draco for leaving.
Draco had begged his mother to come with him so that, she too, could escape the abuse. She found that no matter how hard she tried or wanted too, she couldn't make herself just leave him. She couldn't stand the thought of him being left all alone. She felt as if someone needed to be there to love and take care of him.
She believed he still had a lot of good in him. He always bought her gifts and gave her anything she wanted. He constantly told her he loved her and gave her kisses. The nights he was home were unforgettable, thought they were becoming far and few between. She knew he wasn't with anyone else, she had sent people out to check on him on numerous occasions. She trusted him, but she just had to be sure, plus it let her know that he was alive and ok.
A sudden rush of wind brought her out of her thoughts. She looked next to her to find Lucius gone and the newspaper on the seat of the sofa. She looked at the front page to find his picture there again. She flipped the pages until she found the article about him just to find that her only son had reported that his father beat him and his mother. As she sat the paper back down, the tears began to fall from her eyes and down her cheeks.