-A/N: Hey I just wanted to say that this chapter is going to be in Narcissa's POV… I'm not sure if I should make a Lucius point of view so I'm leaving it up to you guys. If anyone wants a specific point of view (it doesn't matter who) then please review or message me. I'm trying harder to write longer chapters because my previous ones were pretty short. Thanks and I hope you enjoy this chapter! Btw sorry if this authors note was too long ;)


'Well goodbye Narcissa. Thank you for an enjoyable evening.' Lucius drawled confidently.

'It was a pleasure Lucius. Can I expect to see you again later this week?'

Lucius's eyes softened slightly before hardening once more 'You can.' He confirmed.

Narcissa simply nodded before stepping into Ravensden Hall and softly closing the door. There wasn't much affection in their relationship. No heart-felt good-bye.

'Narcissa.' Cygnus Black called for her.

'Yes father?' Narcissa replied looking up at him through her eyelashes, looking every bit the innocent angel.

'I'm expecting a proposal very soon. It is your duty to our family to ensure of that.' Cygnus's brown almost black eyes gazed at her, trying to convey how serious this was to her through his eyes.

'Of course father.' Narcissa said, ever the obedient daughter.

Cygnus looked at her and nodded 'That is all.'

Narcissa stepped into her room sighing in relief. The sign on her room read Toujours pur meaning ever pure in French. And the Blacks were ever pure. Those who were not respectful of the Black motto weren't recognized as a Black.

Narcissa sat down on her bed not forgetting her posture of course. She was in character even in the privacy of her own room. She mentally ran over all the failures in the Black family, ending with Andromeda.

Isla Black, who married muggle Bob Hitchens.

Phineas Black ,who supported muggle rights.

Marius Black, a squib.

Cedrella Black, who married Septimus Weasley .

Alphard Black, who gave his gold to runaway nephew.

Sirius Black, who ran away.

Andromeda Black, who married muggle Ted Tonks.

Seven in total. These were the seven blood-traitors of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black . She never knew that her own sister would be on that lengthy list. Of course those names were burned off the family tapestry.

The Black family had unusually short life-spans for wizards. Narcissa didn't exactly know the reason why.

The Black family had distant relations to the Potter family. Dear cousin Sirius would probably be delighted. He was very close to the Potters son. Dorea Black Potter married Charlus Potter. The Potters were very pure but they were a family of Gryffindor's and supported muggle rights. Too bad.

Narcissa thoughts turned to her mother. She had always told her as a child that having one flawless daughter was enough. That flawless child was, of course Narcissa. Her sisters were too reckless, too opiniated, too loud.

Mother had dark black hair that hung down to her shoulders though over the years it had gotten a touch of grey but it wasn't overly obvious. Her eyes were a pale brown colour that stood out upon her pale white skin as well as being quite thin. It had always been expected that Druella would be a natural beauty given the family legacy and it was proven to be correct, though she had her mother's dark hair and not the blonde hair that often appeared in the Rosier line.

Narcissa inherited her pale aristocratic good looks from her mothers side of the family or so she was told.

Mother wasn't the most affectionate person but she was a social butterfly. She married father who was in the same year as her when she left Hogwarts. She hadn't married for love but her parents relationship had grown into fondness.

While Lucius and her were already fond of each other she hoped that their relationship would grow into something more.

Suddenly, she heard the rules that were drilled into her head as a child.

Blacks are not weak. Do not show emotions. Be reserved; it is very attractive in a women. Never rush for anyone, you are a Black show decorum. Do not be opiniated. Simply agree with everything unless you are talking to someone below your status. And most importantly never, never besmirch the name of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

But the Black name was besmirched! Andromeda had accomplished that perfectly. All those centuries of perfect purebloods had gone to waste for the Blacks were now a laughingstock. Father had to do something, and do it fast.

For every second that passed without fixing this problem, everything simply grew worse. The rumors were worse, the gossip was worse, the embarrassment was worse, the chances for a possible engagement was worse…

Lucius Malfoy was a conceited, pompous extremely rich member in society. His family held great influence over the Ministry.

Although not much is known about Lucius's parents, it is known that they were both pure-blood of course. His fathers name was Abraxas Malfoy his mother had mysteriously died a few years ago.

Lucius had a pale, pointed face, with pale blond hair and cold grey eyes. He often carried a walking stick with a snake head. Lucius and Bella often butted heads.

Narcissa began to compare all her sisters and herself.

Bella was tall with long, thick shiny dark hair, full lips, heavily-lidded eyes with long eyelashes, and a strong jaw. She had the classic great good looks and strong bearing common for members of the House of Black. She was very beautiful to those who liked dark good looks.

Droma was similar to Bella in height but she slightly more petite. She had long light brown hair, wide kind cinnamon colored eyes and over-all all her feature were soft and feminine. She was a lighter version of Bella.

Now Narcissa looked as if she wasn't even their sister. The only way they could be know as sisters was their striking Black glare and wit. While Bella and Droma were almost twins with dark hair and dark eyes Narcissa was completely different.

She had waist length blonde almost silver hair. She too was very petite and she had a long neck. Her eyes were wide, the lightest blue you could imagine and trusting. Her cheek-bones were high and her lips were full. Her face and posture screamed high-breeding and aristocracy. In truth she was more a Malfoy than a Black!

Though Narcissas hair colouring thus differs from most of the House of Black, who generally have dark hair, Narcissa does possess the arrogant good looks characteristic of her family.

Droma had tried desperately to contact her sisters but the letters were always intercepted by their parents and thrown into the fire.

Although Bella vehemently stated to anyone who taunted them about Droma (before she cursed them of course) that Narcissa and her had not and will not set eyes on her. While Narcissa agreed that she would not set eyes on Andromeda, she didn't say that she wouldn't contact her.

Narcissa still wasn't sure if she completely forgave Droma for what she did and though it completely went against everything she was raised to believe, Narcissa was willing to communicate with her. The course of true love never did run smooth.

Narcissa still didn't know why Droma hadn't just quietly accepted the proposal that mother and father had arranged for her. Evan Rosier was a lovely man and it would've been a good alliance. She didn't have to run away, leaving a fiancé and a family!

But if she was so opposed to Rosier why didn't she just form her own relations? She refused to date any good pure-bloods and thus forced mother and father to try and help her out.

You're just tiring yourself out, Narcissa thought. The workings of Dromas mind were extremely odd and confusing but she still loved her.

Love? Was their even such a thing?

Immediately after she had that thought, Narcissa began thinking of her sisters'. Truthfully her sisters were the people she loved. She was very fond of and fiercely loyal to her parents and all the members of The House of Black but there wasn't any love. In the future there might be, but she doubted it.

Bella was her protector. Droma was her guider. Bella was there to hex anyone within and inch of their life should they bother Cissy. Droma was their to talk about it. Bella was cruel and confident. Droma while confident was nice. Bella was the Slytherin princess. Droma was the Slytherin laughingstock.

The only way she made it out alive of Slytherin was when Bella constantly corrected her mistakes. People respected Bella enough to respect her sisters.

So who did she love more? Bella or Droma?

Neither. Narcissa thought firmly. Bella was loud and confident and fun. Droma was the same but she was caring. All in all they were both the best big sisters. Too bad that according to the family tapestry Droma wasn't a sister anymore.

Narcissa began thinking about the time where her and her sisters were having a sleepover. Cissy had been twelve while Bella and Droma were fourteen and fifteen.

Flashback

'Come on Cissy! Just tell us!' Bella crooned with Droma laughing at her side. 'Tell us who you were talking about in your journal.'

Cissy had a journal where she wrote all her secret thoughts in. She had been writing about someone when Bella and Droma had barged in, demanding a sleepover.

Cissy blushed delicately, then lifted her hand up to touch her cheek as if she was surprised at the heat.

'Why… why do you want to know?' She murmured, her eyes wide.

'Cissy dear… We don't want to know, we have to know! You're our baby Cissy!' Bella and Droma sang the last part together, forming a perfect melody.

Cissy looked into her sisters expectant faces, their eyes bright with interest.

'Or we can talk about me and my stories' Bella said suggestively while winking at Droma.

'Cissy cover your ears. Now.' Droma stated with authority. Some of Bella's 'stories' were a bit inappropriate for Cissy's innocent, twelve year old ears.

'Oh come on Droma!' Bella whined.

'Absolutely not.' Droma said 'Now why don't we get back to Cissy's mystery person?'

''No, no ,no, no no!' Cissy said childishly

Bella and Droma began to chant 'Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!'

And it went on. Each time they disagreed their tone grew louder and louder until

'GIRLS!' Cygnus Black shouted.

Cissy, Bella and Droma erupted into giggles before shouting back innocently in unison 'Sorry father.'

Bella and Droma never found out who the mystery guy was. But in the end their relationship grew stronger through their 'sleepover'.

Narcissa sighed. Then she had been Cissy. Sweet, childish, innocent Cissy. She missed those days, where her sisters and herself were the best of friends.

Andromeda, why did you break us up?

Now, without Droma it wasn't the same. She wished that Droma would just come back.

Suddenly a tapping on her window made her look up. An owl was there continuously tapping to be let in. Narcissa stood up ,opened her window, took the letter and the owl flew off.

She delicately opened the envelope to a curiously blank parchment.

Narcissa pointed her wand at the mysteriously blank piece of parchment and said with authority 'Homenum Revelio!' Immediately words began flowing onto the piece of parchment like a water-fall. That continued on until the parchment was completely full. The envelope didn't mention anything about who sent it though

Narcissa's eyes began roving over the letter curiously.

Dearest Cissy.

I've decided to contact you instead of Bella because Bella can be… a bit difficult. Have you made a lovely pure-blood marriage yet? I've been trying to contact you for the past few weeks but I'm fairly sure you weren't allowed to reply.

I'm tired of being what you want me to be. Accept me as I am or don't accept me at all. I love you and Bella but I wont give up love for you.

You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back. And I will not hold back Cissy. I know it's not my place but I read this quote the other day and thought I should introduce you to it;

It is better to lose your pride to someone you love, than to lose your loved one to your useless pride.

Black pride isn't everything Cissy.

I'm not your perfect pureblood, Slytherin sister. Disown me. Call me a blood traitor. Blast me off the family tapestry but at least I can live a happy life with the oneI love. But I hope that in that life I at least get one beloved sister since I can't get both.

Jamais pur.

Love from Your estranged sister,
Droma

Jamais pur. Fairly witty considering the Black motto was Toujours pur. Narcissa stared at the letter long and hard. In her mind there was one only one option. She was going to go and save her sister from the clutches of that evil muggle that was poisoning her mind.

What would happen if she didn't want to come?

Narcissa banished that thought immediately. Droma had to come back. She just had to.


-A/N: Just wanted to say that all the info on the Black family and Druella was correct. Jamais pur means Never pure in French. The Black motto is Ever pure so I thought Never pure would be clever. Thanks for reading!