A.N: Well, I updated again, thanks again TwilightHaunt! I think I should also say that this story was inspired by artwork by this artist: makani.

Oh, and in case you are wondering...I only add disclaimer to the first chapter...Because if you don't get it by then you are an idiot.

I also couldn't remember what the booth deal was, and my siblings have hidden BOTH of our OOTP books. D:

Narcissa woke up to the sound of the Malfoys new house elf trying to clean quietly. Of course the stupid creature was failing miserably. Opening one exhausted eye, Narcissa snapped at the house elf to make her some breakfast.

"Yes, Mistress!" the creature squeaked, curtsying before she ran off to fix breakfast.

Narcissa wrinkled her nose and sat up. She really did hate house elves, but it was better than having to do stuff herself. She still hadn't bothered to remember this new house elf's name. They all had ridiculously stupid names. Ever since the embarrassing affair involving one house elf a few years ago (what was that elf's name again? Derby? Dinky?), Narcissa kept a very close eye on her house elves. She never kept one longer than two months anymore. She just couldn't trust them hanging around, learning secrets, and then blabbering them to anyone who'd bother to listen.

Stretching out a kink in her neck, Narcissa got up from the sofa and headed upstairs.

"Start a bath, Elf!" she yelled towards the kitchens.

When Narcissa walked into her large bathroom, the bath tub was filling with water. Narcissa bent over and sniffed the water to make sure that the house elf had added the correct amount of perfume to the water. Satisfied, she straightened up, un-dressed and stepped into the bath.

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Narcissa walked into the casual dining room looking as if nothing unusual had happened last night. Her hair was pulled up in a French roll, her face featured her signature aristocratic sneer, and her green silk dress, one of many, was one of her most expensive.

Sitting down at her spot at the table she noticed that the house elf had set a spot for Lucius.

"Elf!" she yelled, silently cursing the elf for her idiocy.

The house elf came timidly into the room, wringing her trembling hands and staring at the ground.

"Yes, Mistress?" she asked, voice cracking nervously.

"Mr. Malfoy isn't home; therefore he will not be dining with me! Put that plate away!" Narcissa demanded curtly, placing her napkin on her lap.

The house elf curtsied low, nose scraping the ground. And then picking up the setting, began carrying it away.

"And get this paper out of my sight!" Narcissa snapped at the elf as she salted her eggs.

Balancing the dishes with one hand, the elf snapped the fingers of her free hand and then, curtsying once more, left the room, the Daily Prophet floating behind her.

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After Narcissa had finished eating and had washed up, she prepared herself to go down to the Ministry. Narcissa put on her hat, picked up her purse and her wand. She decided that apparating was a better idea than Floo powder. Traveling by Floo powder was much too undignified for someone like Narcissa.

With a loud CRACK Narcissa arrived at the ugly muggle phone booth. She carefully stepped into the greasy cubicle, picked up the receiver and entered the appropriate answers. Slowly, the booth lowered down like an elevator into the Ministry.

On usual days the Ministry was bustling but today was exceptionally hectic. Narcissa suppressed a smile, Those idiots, they think by calling everyone into work that they can stop the Dark Lord and his servants?

Narcissa stepped into the hubbub and dodged various memos and occasionally a careless wizard or two. As Narcissa passed witches and wizards, a few would stop what they were doing to stare at Narcissa, pointing and talking in hushed tones. Narcissa kept her head held high, but she couldn't help noticing that most of the gossiping witches were ones that would often stop Narcissa to chat or invite her over for tea, hoping to rub elbows with such an upstanding family as the Malfoys. A couple witches almost came up to talk to her but Narcissa pretended not to notice them and hurried away.

When she reached the head desk Narcissa was relieved to find no one was at the desk, so she didn't have to wait.

"I need to schedule an appointment to visit my husband tomorrow," Narcissa said curtly, before the receptionist could ask her what she was waiting for.

The receptionist picked up a book and scanned its pages.

"I'm sorry," she said, giving Narcissa a fake grin, "Mr. Malfoy is a new prisoner and by law cannot see any visitors, until he has resided in Azkaban Prison for a week."

"Fine," snapped Narcissa. "Give me the first available appointment then."

The woman picked up a quill and scribbled something down in a book and then on an appointment slip.

"There you go, Mrs. Malfoy," she said, handing Narcissa the slip.

Narcissa put the small piece of paper into her purse and turned back towards the exit.

In front of Narcissa, staring right at her was a reporter from the Daily Prophet.

"Mrs. Malfoy!" called the wiry, slimy excuse for a wizard. "Wonderful to bump into you like this! Can you spare me a few minutes for an interview?"

Narcissa was trapped, if she said no he'd turn her rejection into a comment slapped onto some ugly article. And if she said yes, everything she said in the interview would become so twisted and warped that it would barely resemble anything that ever came out of her mouth. She could however, postpone the interview.

"I don't have time," she barked in a hurried tone, trying to sound as busy as possible, "but if you insist on interviewing me, send me an owl with a few dates and we might be able to work something out."

Perfect, she thought smiling at her quick thinking, not a yes, not a no. And perhaps if she let slip to Bella that someone was bothering her, it would be a good bet she'd have him taken care of for Narcissa. Plus, by postponing an interview it gave a chance for another, more exciting story to pop up. More interesting than an interview with a criminal's wife, at least.

The reporter brightened. "A wonderful idea, I'll contact you very soon, Mrs. Malfoy!"

He hurried away, and Narcissa quickly made her way out of the Ministry before she bumped into anyone else.