A/N: Okay, so I thought this would be interesting! Because for some strange reason, I love Narcissa Malfoy! She seems to be just caring for her family. I don't think she fully supports Voldemort. Anyway- Points to know in this fic-

1) Draco was on the light side in the war

2) Draco is 18 now

3) This is mainly based on Narcissa

4)Lucius is not in Azkaban- he wormed his way out of it

5)Snape is still alive.

That's all for now!

OH! And I'm not sure weather or not this will end in Lucius/Narcissa...probably not to be honest..then again...I like to twist things.;) I have two other suitors in mind

though!! So BEWARE!! ...hehe

OH! I always 4get these

Disclaimer: Not mine. Only plot- which is totally original. I haven't even read any Narcissa fics yet...I really should actually...

Narcissa sat at the kitchen table, absently stirring her tea as she watched the House Elf fuss over the thousands of owls sweeping through the windows. She sighed and brought the tea to her lips, she inhaled deeply. Tea always relaxed her, cleared her head for rational thoughts. Rational was what she needed now, not to go and hex him into oblivion. But it was awfully lonely at the manor. It was so big, it just made Narcissa feel lonlier. It wasn't as if she wanted to be alone. If he had of just kept his dick in his trousers none of this would have happened. Narcissa shook her head as she set the cup back down after a sip. She closed her eyes as she tried not to think about the previous night. It was heart wrenching. Ever had your heart broken?...It was terrible. Narcissa only had her heartbroken twice though. One of which, was dead. The other, a bastard.

Yes,she was lonely. But Narcissa wasn't desperate enough to ask him to come back. No. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Though if Narcissa knew him, he probably wouldn't want to come back. Malfoy's don't apologize, right? She thought she had knocked that out of him, apparently not. The Black sister was at a loss. What would she do now? She wouldn't just rot away in a mansion. She's better than that.

Sophisticated. Narcissa BLACK wouldn't wilt away. Narcissa Black was going to fight with every shred of dignity she had left. The Black name didn't hold much dignity left either- Especially after last night. Though Narcissa had high hopes that no one would find any of last night out.

Narcissa sighed once again as the Daily Prophet was placed in front of her. Her House Elf backed away slowly, knowing how fragile Miss Black would be. Narcissa took on a pained as she read the front page.

'MALFOY GOES ASTRAY...'

How could she be so stupid to think that the papers wouldn't find out?She just hoped that they didn't know the whole story- That would be down right embarassing. Mortification to the highest degree.

She raised an eyebrow as her House Elf, Rolo, placed a single letter in front of her. Out of the hundreds flying through her windows. She shot the elf a quizzical look, Rolo nodded her head to the letter. Silently telling her to open it. Narcissa lowered her gaze to the letter.

Ah, Malfoy stamp. Well, it could only be two people. One- Lucius Malfoy or Two-Draco Malfoy. She didn't genuinely think that Lucius would have the balls to send her a letter.Narcissa's eyes widened , What was happening to her state of English?

Rolo handed her the knife as she carefully teared the top. She slid the letter out with ease and surveyed it as a small smile graced her beautiful features.

Mother,

I'm going to murder him. I swear to bloody hell I'm going to kill him. To hell with Azkaban, how dare he do such a vile thing. I will be over today at lunch to see how you are doing. Please keep yourself together. He's a bastard.

Your son,
Draco Malfoy

P.S. Sorry for the language.

Narcissa chuckled a little at what would infuriate her before, barely irked her now. Saying such words like bloody ,hell and bastard were so trivial in life. There were so much bigger problems. Narcissa took in a deep breath and cleared her lungs before rising from her seat. Her blonde hair matted from her tossing and turning. Her gown from last night , still not changed, stained with Mascara from when she wiped it from running down her face. She took small steps to the stairs, glancing at the portraits along the wall as she went along. She stopped at one.

Abraxas Malfoy.

Lucius was always furious when anything bad was said around him.He had a hissy fit.

Narcissa smirked as she strolled closer to the portrait. "Hello there Abraxas, how's everything?"

Abraxas blinked. She had never talked to him before, his idiotic son prevented that. "I'm fine dear. How are you?"

Narcissa frowned, he wasn't supposed to be like this. He seemed almost...nice. She forgot about being horrible or seductive and replied "Horrible, I won't lie. You idiotic son is stupid. It's expected though. He is an arrogant self-absorbed Malfoy"

The old man chuckled "Ouch. We are not all of that kind Miss Black. Do not shame us all for one. Lucius is not a bad man, he is merely misdirected. Which would be partly my fault. You have a chance to show your son the right direction. Do not let him take on Lucius' methods.Really, dedicating everything in your life to a Half-Blood? A Half-blood that wants to kill Muggleborns and Muggles- when he not so far off himself? It's a disgrace"Abraxas shook his head

"Muggleborns?"

"Don't speak if you call them that other foul term. I think that Avery fellow was the one to put them awful idea's into Lucius' head. Severus was a lovely boy too, until the Dark Arts got to him. Pity really, he had so much potential"

"Severus was on the light side Mister Malfoy"Narcissa stated firmly

"Call me Abraxas dear. Ah, Severus was always a smart boy. No doubt he picked the right side- the winning side."

"I knew there had to be some Malfoy in there" Narcissa smiled slightly

Abraxas smiled "Why of course. Now tell me dear, how is my Grandson?"

Narcissa glanced at the clock beside the stairs "He'll be here in a few hours for lunch. I haven't been seeing much of him lately"

"Ah, a lady is perhaps the cause?"

"I couldn't tell you sir. He is so secretive about his love life these days. I don't know what's gotten into him. He's young yet, though I want my grandchildren. And a daughter-in-law to talk to a woman for once."

"I don't reccomend talking to my wife"

Narcissa raised an eyebrow and sniffed "I see how appreciative you are of your other half Mister Malfoy"

"There is nothing to be appricative of,Miss Black, check for yourself"

"I shall venture further into the line of Portrait's some other time. At the moment , I am conflicted. I would love to stay and talk, but I'm afraid I really have to get ready for my son"

"Quite understandable dear. I'm here for a chat whenever you need it. It gets terribly frustrating listening to my wife's incessant chatter and whining constantly. Your a breath of fresh air"

"Don't go getting the wrong idea Mister Malfoy" Naricissa reprimanded "Though I look forward to talking to you again"

Abraxas nodded "Goodbye for now Miss Black"

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As Narcissa climbed the stairs it her how how unusual her encounter with Abraxas Malfoy was.Out of all the years living here, she had never taken a liking to the potraits,or even been remotely interested in them. She really didn't care. She always assumed that Lucius' father was going to be a carbon copy of him. How wrong she was. Abraxas was rumored to have been like that too. People said he was cruel, didn't give a damn for other people's needs. She didn't see that when she was talking to him today. Then again, maybe death had mellowed him, or meddled with his head.

Or, maybe the rumours simply weren't true.

Narcissa shook her head as the House Elf warmed up the shower. She wouldn't have time for a bath now. Narcissa pulled her dark blue robes over her head and lay them across the bed. It had taken her so long to find robes that fit so well .That looked so good. That set off every feature of hers. And it was wasted, 'wasted'. It was used as a tissue of sorts. She would never wipe her nose, god forbid, in a piece of clothing. But she did clean off her trails of Mascara with it.

Lapse in mentality.

As she stepped into the shower she sighed in content for a moment. Forgetting her present problems and situations. Letting the water wash them away. The warm water cascading down her body as she worked the shampoo through her blonde tresses. Oh how she loved showers. She hadn't even recognised that she was cold until she stepped into the shower and felt the warmness of the water flow down her back.

One arm stuck out from the shower as she waited for Rolo to hand her a towel, terribly lazy of her but she couldn't care less at the moment. She took the towel and wrapped it around her body the minute she climbed out.The House Elf then handed her a second towel to wrap around her head of hair. Narcissa gave the house elf a thankful look and proceeded into the bedroom. What to wear...

Narcissa fastened the plain black bra at the back and stepped into her knickers. She wrapped herself in her dressing gown as she ventured into her huge closet for something to wear. Narcissa slid the clothes along the rack as she tried to find something to wear. She took out something simple. A black knee length skirt with a white blouse.She fastened her business-like jacket around her middle and slipped on her black heels with the pointy toe. She surveyed herself in the mirror, happy with the outfit , she returned back into the main part of her bedroom and strutted towards the Vanity table, her heels clicking as she walked.

She paused, how would she do her hair? Narcissa had an idea of what she was going to do after lunch, doubtful that her son would approve, though very sure of herself.She was not one to wallow in self-pity. No way, no one took down Narcissa Malfoy soon-to-be Black.

She smiled as she put on a dab of blush. Pefect! Her hair was twisted elegantly into a bun at the back of her head. A few determined blonde locks escaping to frame her face.Her black mascara enhancing her electric blue eyes. She glanced at the lipsticks. Red or Pink? She wasn't seducing..though she wanted to look good. Her eyes dropped to her nails, they were painted red perfetcly. Not a drop of polish out of place. It would have to be red lipstick. She smacked her lips together as she put the lipstick into her Gucci handbag.

Closing the door behind her, she made her way back down the stairs. Just as she reached the bottom she heard the familiar crack,

Her son was here.

"Coming Drakey"

Draco rolled his eyes at his mother's nickname as he sat down and waited patiently for his , predictably distraught mother.

So imagine his surprise when she comes down looking like the most prestegious and successful bussinesswoman in England.

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OMG- I actually really like this story. I was reading this other persons story- and Narcissa and Lucius were in it, and they were good. And I was like, wonder what it would be like to write a story about them. And then I thought,
Why the hell not?

Anyways, Good?Bad? Review please..!

Would be sooo appreciated!
x Dramione4Lyf x

(I will still be continuing my other story)