As far as I can see, by reading the fanfic, is that every single one of us has their own opinion about Malfoys. That is totally normal, because JKRowling didn't really describe their relations to us. We know how Draco taunts Harry, Ron, and Hermione; how Lucius is mean to Arthur Weasley, and that he is a Death Eater; and Narcissa… well we don't know much about her, except that she is supposed to be pretty. So this story describes my opinion about Malfoys.
Leopold, I'm just thanking you for the idea, but I couldn't really place song "Precious Things" anywhere.
Disclaimer: I don't possess any of these Harry Potter characters, cause they belong to wonderful JKRowling. "Liquid Diamonds", "Lust" and "Winter" belong to Tori Amos. All three songs are written by her, so they are from woman's POV. It may sound little stupid with "Winter", but I didn't want to change the lyrics just to fit it to the character.
The Malfoys-Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco
"Liquid Diamonds", Lucius's POV
surrender, then starts your enginesyou'll know quite soon my mistake was
So she leaned on my chest, and lit the cigarette. I never smoked, and I knew I never will. I drank. But now I fell I want to smoke, it's not for her, it's just… don't know how to call that feeling.
I felt need for the cigarettes first time in my life. I just lit one of hers.
-Why did you take it?
-I just felt like I wanted to do it – I said quickly. I knew that she is the only person I had nerves to talk to, but now I felt like a moron.
-What made you change your mind? – She started to bug me.
for those on horseback or dogsledyou turn at the band in the road
-Would you ever mind shuting up Dianne? – I liked her cause she listened to me. She was only bad person that was nice to me. I know her, she isn't like Narcissa, and she isn't good person at all. She is a Death Eater, like her husband, but she is good to me. I think she loves me, if it's possible.
I smoked my cigarette, and got up to get dressed. It was nearly eleven pm. I told Narcissa I got some important thing in the Ministry to get done. I always say that.
I hear she still grants forgivenessalthough I willingly forgot her
She helped me got my collar right way, while holding the cigarette in other hand. Then she lied back in her bad, and I kissed her for goodbye.
I got out of the house, and apparated back into the Malfoy Manor.
they often make some molasses
I got inside opening heavy wooden door. It's not that I didn't want to call those idiots, the elves to open them for me, but I was just too nervous to wait. My father was always telling me that I very nervous person, and that Malfoys can't be nervous.
I passed Narcissa's and my bedroom. The doors were ajar. She was inside reading some of those Muggle-romance books. She loved Muggle fiction. I always wondered why did she marry me when I never was able to show her love. It's not that I didn't know how, it's just that I never loved her. I beat her up often.
She was too interested in her book, that she didn't even see me.
and you sayI guess I'm an underwater thing, so I guess I can't take it personallyI guess I'm an underwater thingI'm a liquid runningthere's a sea secret in meit's plain to see that it is risingand I must be flowingliquid diamondsliquid
I didn't feel like sleeping. Either spent a night with Narcissa. Yes Draco, that's right. I have to go to Draco. I have to try to give him more attention. I don't want him to ever feel anything towards Narcissa. She will be just legally his mother, but I will take care of him.
I got into his room without knocking. Well this is still my house. He was laying in his bad, staring at the ceiling. When I was child, like he was, I spent my all time staring at the ceiling. My father often beat me up, like I do to Draco. He was beating up my mother, too for no reason. The same thing I do to Narcissa now. Of course I never ever touched her face, but her arms, and hands are covered in scars, as much as her back are.
and if your friends don't come back to youand you know this is madness
He just smiled when he saw me. I smiled, too.
-Hello father – he just said. I loved the way he calls me. Father. Dad sounds really childish. Malfoys always called their parents' real way like mother and father, not mom and dad.
-Hello Draco – I said and moved towards his bed. – Would you mind if I sit down, and we can talk?
a lilac mess in your prom dressand you say
-Yeah of course, why should I? – Draco said. And moved towards middle of the bed. Even if he was sleeping alone, he was always picking the right side to sleep on. Wait, I'm always sleeping on right side.
-Never mind – I sat on his bed.
-Did you have much work at the Ministry father? – Draco asked sitting up.
-I wasn't at the Ministry Draco. – I always knew that I can tell him everything, and he want tell my secrets to anyone.
I guess I'm an underwater thingso I guess I can't take it personally
-I see – said Draco. Everything was clear to him. He was smart.
-Draco do you ever think – I started I didn't know how to ask him thin – have I ever done something that you think it's wrong? – I finally found words.
He was staring at me for a minute and then finally said:
-Father, we both know that you did so much wrong things, which are stupid to say that everything you did was right. I love you father, and I know everything you do I love it. Cause I… – Draco was looking down.
I didn't feel like talking to anyone, so I just got out of the room quietly, and leaving the door open.
I guess I'm an underwater thingI'm a liquid running
I was strolling slowly down the hallways, was I too rude to Draco? He is truly my only son, but I was always mean to the people, and I didn't care.
there's a sea secret in meit's plain to see that it is rising
Suddenly someone hugged me from behind, almost knocking me down on the chilly marble floor. It was Draco.
I got him of me, and turned around. He was looking down, and if I wasn't Malfoy, and didn't think this was shame for someone with this kind of regal blood, he was crying. But how much I as sure in that I can't admit it to myself. Draco was still staring at the ground.
but I must be flowingdiamonds, liquidI said liquid
I didn't know what to do. For the first time in my life I felt that if I don't act the way my feeling are telling me to, I will lose Draco.
I hugged him.
He hugged me back.
-Draco I'm sorry I asked you that question, but it's Malfoy's tradition – I said.
-I know. I want to be like you father – said Draco. Then he went to the sleep. I covered him, and gave him a goodnight kiss like he was a small kid.
down as I go
When she saw me entering the room, Narcissa fast hid the book she was reading. I would usually be mad at her, but I was so high now that I couldn't say a word. I took my cloak off. She was just staring at me, with her blue eyes.
Even if I'm not in that mood, she knew that I would beat her up if she starts crying.
-Did you have a nice day Lucius? – She asked me. She was always tried to be nice to me, even if I never deserved that.
-What do you care? You just read that stupid Muggle books, and think about your look. – I retorted. I didn't feel like talking to her.
I go inside a shell, I seeit's so, you've doing that for all these yearsdo it again, I sayIt's coming back again something like thatthis Saturday, such a dayhoney bring me those chainskeep it back that is doneprogeny back to ourselves keep it back just be dream
I was just about to take my robes off, when I the Dark Mark started hurting. I gave a quiet scream.
-Lucius, isn't it? Don't go, you are tired – she stood up to make me stop, and placed her hands on my shoulders. I just pushed her and she couldn't even scream.
-Get off, me I'm going where I want to – I said, and went out of the house, and apparated into the night.
~and if your friends don't come back to you~
~and you know that this is madness~
~a lilac mess in your prom dress~
"Lust", Narcissa's POV
hey yougender nectar
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I sat down on the chair. I took out one of my books. It was a romance. I could read it before Lucius comes home. He said he has some important things to do in the Ministry, but I don't know should I believe him. He always lies to me. Well he doesn't exactly lies, but he never involves me in anything.
sifting through the grain of goldtripping at your door
We sleep at the same room, same bad, but he treats me like I'm just a something that he hates, but he has to live with me. I looking at the gold, all money he has, he is unhappy. The room is cold. The black bed covers, God how I hate black; reminds me on death. Every time I go to sleep I'm asking myself will I wake up? I'm not sure. Maybe my son or servants will just found me dead.
The cardinal red curtains. He told me he likes cardinal red just because that color reminds him on blood. Well it's true his hands are red from blood. On few unfortunate times I was looking him, while he killed. He and his call "friends" don't just kill. They torture. They like blood. I'm sick when I see blood.
is that you. alpha in her bloodand when the woman lies you don't believe her
Where is he? It's already late. I wish I know where is he going. Or if I better think really don't. It's not that I don't care, it's just, well I love him.
rolling and unrollingcoiling emerging running freerunning through underworld into your room
There he is. He is standing in front of the door, thinking that I can't see him. He waits till I go to the bed, so he can go without me. Well I won't give him that honor.
Now he is going somewhere. Sure it's Draco's room.
He is so selfish. He never let me have anything with my son.
is he real or a ghost-lie she feels she isn't hardand the veil tears and rages till her voices areremembered and his secrets can be told
Of course he will turn him again against me. I feel like me and Draco are losing our touch. He doesn't seem to know that I'm his mother. If I'd try to hug him Draco would let me, but Lucius would grab me, and push me on the floor.
hey you gender nectar crystalline from the vineyou know you'll drink her
Lucius doesn't love me. He never did. I always loved him. He meant so much to me. I feel lust, undiscriable lust for him to take me in his hands, and kiss me.
But he'll never do that. I know he is disgusted of me.
you know you'll drink her
I can't wait for him anymore.
rolling and unrollingcoiling emerging running free running throughthe afterworld into our room
I changed into my nightgown. It's a black one, but the only reason I wear it is because Lucius bought me. He always had taste in dressing, but he wears too much of black.
I got into the bad, when he came in.
so she prays for a pranksterand lust in the marriage bed
I hid the book I was reading. He will bet me up again if he sees me reading it. But now I felt like he isn't in the mood.
-Did you have a nice day Lucius? – I tried to be nice. I knew he was too tired to be good to me.
-Why do you care? You just read that Muggle books, and care about your look? – He snapped at me. That's my Lucius. I wish I can see the point why do I like him, but I can't.
and he waits till she can give
He suddenly screamed. I knew it was the Dark Mark. His Master was calling him.
-Lucius isn't it? Don't go you are tired.
I stood up, and took hold of his shoulders so I would prevent him from going.
He just pushed me and said:
-Get off me; I'm going where I want to.
He went into the night. And I cried. I cried for him. I cried for my Lucius.
and he waits and waits
~and when the woman lies you don't believe her~
~and the lust in the marriage bed~
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"Winter", Draco's POV
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snow can wait I forgot my mittenswipe my nose get my new boots onget a little warm in my heart when I think of winterI put my hands in my father's glow
I looked through my window. My father still didn't come home. Will he? I'm sure he will. I know that he will never disappoint me. He loves me. He beats me up very commonly, but his father did that to him, too. It's just Malfoy's ritual. He usually just slaps me. But his hands are very heavy, the hands of a Death Eater. There's a few scar on them, which he never let anyone see accept me.
I run off where the drifts get deeperSleeping Beauty drifts me with a frownI hear a voice you must learn to stand upfor yourself cause I can't always be around
He cares for me. My mother does that, too. But he never let her be close to me. He never let her be my mother. He was always everything to me. My father, mother, guardian, guidance, idol, and the best friend.
Yes that's true I never had a real friend. All of my "friends", we are just hanging, I would never die for them. Crabbe and Goyle would maybe do so, but not because they are truly my friends, they are just stupid enough to do everything I say.
he says:
when you gonna make up your mindwhen you gonna love me as much as I dowhen you gonna make up your mindcause things are change so fastall the white horses are still in bedI'll tell you that I always want you nearyou say that things change my dear
I change into my black pajama, I love black. My father does, too. My mother hates it. Once when she said that black reminds her on the death, father was twisting her arm until she said that she is wrong, and that she doesn't worth anything. I felt sorry for her. But I knew if I would do anything for her father would do same thing to me.
boys get discovered as winter meltsflowers come pleading for the sunyears go by and I'm used to waitingwith a ring with a snowman
I was never able to do tell my father to stop hurting my mother. It's not that I want him doing it, I fell pain when he does that, it's just he means so much to me. It's shame for me to say that I'm justifying things my father does.
mirror mirror where's the crystal palacebut I can only see myselfskating around truth who I ambut I know that ice is getting thin
My father is a Death Eater. Death Eaters do all that stuff of which some people are disgusted: kill, torture, use dark magic, end even rape.
I want to be like my father one day. And I'll have to do all that stuff. I think I'm ready for them.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I always do that when I can't sleep. I just stare. My father does that, too. I don't have my own identity.
Once I read my mother's secret diary. She said in it that I'm a bad replica of my father. I never told anyone about it. She is right.
My father came into my room. I never thought he will do that.
all the white horses have gone ahead…
I smiled. He smiled back. He didn't often smile. He looked younger. He was thirty three, everybody were telling him that he look very good. But he was always tired, and he always sneered, or even worse he was always angry with someone or something. Now he looked younger. He looked prettier, too.
-Hello father – I said. If he'd know how happy I am to see him.
-Hello Draco – he said, and moved towards my bed. I quickly moved so he could sit there. I was hoping for him to sit down. I liked when he is close to me. I feel protected. And I'm happy.
-Would you mind if I sit down, and we can talk?
It was like I placed Imperious Curse on my father. He was doing what I wanted him to do.
-Yeah of course, why should I? – I was happy.
-Never mind – he said, and sat on my bed.
-Did you have much work at the Ministry father? – I asked sitting up. I really cared for him.
-I wasn't at the Ministry, Draco. – He said. I knew that I was always only person, which he felt comfortly confessing. I knew where he was. I didn't really want to ask him.
-I see – I couldn't say anything smarter. I wanted to ask him Who was she?, but I didn't want to bother him. He was tired.
-Draco, do you ever think – He started, but I knew that it was hard for him to ask. – Have I ever done something that you think is wrong? – He finally found some words.
I stared at him for a minute. Then I said:
-Father, we both know that you did so much wrong things, and it's stupid to say that everything you did was good. I love you father, and I know everything you do I love you. Cause I… – I was looking down all the time.
Hair is gray and the fires are burningso many dreams on the shelf
Than he just got out of the room. I was staring at the open door, for long time, when I felt something running down my pale check. It was a tear. I knew that I must find my father. Maybe he is mad at me? I have to tell…
I run down halls searching for him.
He was walking down the hall, when I ran to him, and hugged him from behind.
He got me off, and turned around. I was looking down all the time, cause I was still crying.
He finally hugged me back. I did the same.
You say I wanted you to be proud of meI always wanted that myself
-Draco I'm sorry I asked you myself, but it's Malfoy's tradition. – He said. He was really sorry for that.
-I know I want to be like you father.
He got me back to my room, covered me, and gave me a goodnight kiss, like I was still his little boy
~The end~
I know lots of people will probably disagree with the way I see the Malfoy family, I always do when I read other's people. Anyways I don't like Narcissa at all, but I fell sorry for her. I almost cried when I wrote about her.
~*Maria*~