I love my husband, I really do. He may not show me affection,
well, the affection that I want, that I need. He loves me, I
know he does. But, affection, he just can not express it, he
was never shown any himself. His father was cold, so cold. I
can remember the first time I met Lucius' father, Draconis, a
strong, gallant name.
Draconis was a tall man, white blonde hair and cold gray
eyes. Those eyes, so piercing, like Lucius', like my son's. I'll
never forget the look of digust on Draconis' face when I first met
him. I wasn't good enough for the Malfoy name, I could read it on
his face. Lucius stood to the right of me, I didn't dare glance at
him. I stood still and straight, looking forward. Draconis circle
around me three times, then he snorted and stalked off. I looked at
Lucius who had an eybrow raised.
Lucius wasn't always mean to me. When we were at Hogwarts
he was so gracious. He would open doors for me, pull out chairs.
Just for me, mind you. He was so damned evil to James Potter. I
laugh about it all now. All the pranks pulled and tricks played,
how juvenile they were. But, even then the line was drawn. James
was good, he was great. Lucius was evil, he was bad. Lucius
would stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. I tried to stay with him,
but most of the time I had to go home. When I did go home, I
found a white rose every morning on my window sill.
Now, he doesn't even remember our aniversary. I don't mind.
Really. He does remember my birthday, though. Of course it is
hard to forget, being on All Hallow's Eve and all. But, everyday
save for that one is the that one, is the same. I awake, my husband
is gone to work all ready. I get dressed and go down for breakfeast.
In the summer Draco is at the table when I get there.
Today, I expected Draco, but much to my surprise, Lucius was
there. As I entered, Draco looked up and to me it looked like he
sneered. My poor son, he can not even feel love anymore, Lucius has
killed all of the good in him.
"Narcissa?" Lucius asked me, not looking up from his paper.
"Yes, dear?"
"Draco's....friend is visiting for a night, be sure to
show them to their room,"
"Yes, dear,"
That is how our conversations are, one sided. When Lucius
said that Draco had a friend visiting, I knew it must be either Crabbe
of Goyle, those were Lucius' bodyguards when we went to Hogwarts as well.
It was lunch time when Draco's guest arrived. I've never seen
him so, so nervous. He was running his hands through his hair and
tapping his foot. A knock at the door. One of the house elves
answered it. Much to my surprise, it was girl. When the house elf
showed her in, she looked extremely nervous. As I stepped forward
to greet the girl, Draco seemed to try to hide himself behind me.
I extended my hand to the girl and shook hers.
"Mother," Draco muttered, "this is Pansy Parkinson."
"Ahh, nice to meet you, Pansy, I hope you enjoy your stay,"
Raising her head and down cast eyes, she smiled brightly.
I can see why Draco like her, she has a brilliant smile. Her eyes
left me and followed toward my son, a light rose colour crept to her
cheeks. I kind of cued my self to leave them alone.
I always thought Draco would be come incapable of love, until
later that afternoon after meeting Pansy. It is no secret that Lucius
has us living in a gigantic mansion, sometimes I feel like I'll get lost
one day. Our backyard is no ordinary backyard, it is a complete garden,
with a large pond. We have a swing, big enough for two, hanging from a
full grown oak tree.
I remember the swing distinctly, because so many of my happiest
memories took place there. When Lucius first moved me in, regardless of
the few times I had been at the mansion during our Hogwarts time, it was
new to me. The first thing he showed me was the garden. I instantly ran
to the swing and he pushed me on it for hours. The earliest years in our
marriage was the best, I believe. Another happy memory was when I was
reading and sitting on the swing, Lucius laying at my feet. That's when
I told him I was pregnant with Draco. We were both overjoyed.
The afternoon was slightly cloudly, chilly even, but none-the-less,
Pansy and Draco were outside. She was sitting on the swing, Draco was
standing a feet off to the side. I couldn't hear what they were saying,
but Pansy was smiling and it looked like she was pleading with him to do
something. His cold stare that I find identical to Lucius' was broken,
he laughed and walked behind her. He was pushing her and they were both laughing.
That's when I saw myself in Pansy. Oh, well, we looked similar,
but I could see Lucius and I in Draco's and Pansy's position. I smiled
lamentingly, because I was afraid that Draco would be like Lucius, my
greates fear - my only fear.
But, when it began to rain, I saw hope at it's greatest. Draco
and Pansy ran hand in hand to gain shelter in the white gazebo. They were
drenched, completely, but still a child like glee held strong in their faces.
I saw Draco push some of her wet strands behind her ears and then gently, oh,
I would have never expected such gentleness in my son, he kissed her.
When Pansy left late yesterday morning, Draco was the same he had been
for the last few years, cold - distant. I almost yearned for Pansy to return,
to give my son happiness. He moped for the last few weeks of summer, either
mourning having to go back to school or for Pansy, I don't know.
Similarties - when two or more things share likeness. An exact
example would be Lucius and Draco - Draco is the younger version of his
father, which he prides himself on. Pansy and I, we are similar - we are
different - may the fates spare her my life of sorrow.
well, the affection that I want, that I need. He loves me, I
know he does. But, affection, he just can not express it, he
was never shown any himself. His father was cold, so cold. I
can remember the first time I met Lucius' father, Draconis, a
strong, gallant name.
Draconis was a tall man, white blonde hair and cold gray
eyes. Those eyes, so piercing, like Lucius', like my son's. I'll
never forget the look of digust on Draconis' face when I first met
him. I wasn't good enough for the Malfoy name, I could read it on
his face. Lucius stood to the right of me, I didn't dare glance at
him. I stood still and straight, looking forward. Draconis circle
around me three times, then he snorted and stalked off. I looked at
Lucius who had an eybrow raised.
Lucius wasn't always mean to me. When we were at Hogwarts
he was so gracious. He would open doors for me, pull out chairs.
Just for me, mind you. He was so damned evil to James Potter. I
laugh about it all now. All the pranks pulled and tricks played,
how juvenile they were. But, even then the line was drawn. James
was good, he was great. Lucius was evil, he was bad. Lucius
would stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. I tried to stay with him,
but most of the time I had to go home. When I did go home, I
found a white rose every morning on my window sill.
Now, he doesn't even remember our aniversary. I don't mind.
Really. He does remember my birthday, though. Of course it is
hard to forget, being on All Hallow's Eve and all. But, everyday
save for that one is the that one, is the same. I awake, my husband
is gone to work all ready. I get dressed and go down for breakfeast.
In the summer Draco is at the table when I get there.
Today, I expected Draco, but much to my surprise, Lucius was
there. As I entered, Draco looked up and to me it looked like he
sneered. My poor son, he can not even feel love anymore, Lucius has
killed all of the good in him.
"Narcissa?" Lucius asked me, not looking up from his paper.
"Yes, dear?"
"Draco's....friend is visiting for a night, be sure to
show them to their room,"
"Yes, dear,"
That is how our conversations are, one sided. When Lucius
said that Draco had a friend visiting, I knew it must be either Crabbe
of Goyle, those were Lucius' bodyguards when we went to Hogwarts as well.
It was lunch time when Draco's guest arrived. I've never seen
him so, so nervous. He was running his hands through his hair and
tapping his foot. A knock at the door. One of the house elves
answered it. Much to my surprise, it was girl. When the house elf
showed her in, she looked extremely nervous. As I stepped forward
to greet the girl, Draco seemed to try to hide himself behind me.
I extended my hand to the girl and shook hers.
"Mother," Draco muttered, "this is Pansy Parkinson."
"Ahh, nice to meet you, Pansy, I hope you enjoy your stay,"
Raising her head and down cast eyes, she smiled brightly.
I can see why Draco like her, she has a brilliant smile. Her eyes
left me and followed toward my son, a light rose colour crept to her
cheeks. I kind of cued my self to leave them alone.
I always thought Draco would be come incapable of love, until
later that afternoon after meeting Pansy. It is no secret that Lucius
has us living in a gigantic mansion, sometimes I feel like I'll get lost
one day. Our backyard is no ordinary backyard, it is a complete garden,
with a large pond. We have a swing, big enough for two, hanging from a
full grown oak tree.
I remember the swing distinctly, because so many of my happiest
memories took place there. When Lucius first moved me in, regardless of
the few times I had been at the mansion during our Hogwarts time, it was
new to me. The first thing he showed me was the garden. I instantly ran
to the swing and he pushed me on it for hours. The earliest years in our
marriage was the best, I believe. Another happy memory was when I was
reading and sitting on the swing, Lucius laying at my feet. That's when
I told him I was pregnant with Draco. We were both overjoyed.
The afternoon was slightly cloudly, chilly even, but none-the-less,
Pansy and Draco were outside. She was sitting on the swing, Draco was
standing a feet off to the side. I couldn't hear what they were saying,
but Pansy was smiling and it looked like she was pleading with him to do
something. His cold stare that I find identical to Lucius' was broken,
he laughed and walked behind her. He was pushing her and they were both laughing.
That's when I saw myself in Pansy. Oh, well, we looked similar,
but I could see Lucius and I in Draco's and Pansy's position. I smiled
lamentingly, because I was afraid that Draco would be like Lucius, my
greates fear - my only fear.
But, when it began to rain, I saw hope at it's greatest. Draco
and Pansy ran hand in hand to gain shelter in the white gazebo. They were
drenched, completely, but still a child like glee held strong in their faces.
I saw Draco push some of her wet strands behind her ears and then gently, oh,
I would have never expected such gentleness in my son, he kissed her.
When Pansy left late yesterday morning, Draco was the same he had been
for the last few years, cold - distant. I almost yearned for Pansy to return,
to give my son happiness. He moped for the last few weeks of summer, either
mourning having to go back to school or for Pansy, I don't know.
Similarties - when two or more things share likeness. An exact
example would be Lucius and Draco - Draco is the younger version of his
father, which he prides himself on. Pansy and I, we are similar - we are
different - may the fates spare her my life of sorrow.