Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters in this fic. They belong to JK Rowling. This fic was inspired by, and named after, the Shania Twain song Black Eyes, blue tears, so the title belongs to her. This part contains no lyrics (though I can't promise for the rest of it!).
Narcissa is reaching the end of her tether with Lucius's violent behaviour. I don't know how to rate things with this American system (grin) but I've rated it R for domestic violence and not-very-explicit sex. Anyone with suggestions, put them in your REVIEW!
Black eyes, blue tears
By the Black Goddess
Narcissa Malfoy sat quietly in her armchair by the fire, reading a copy of Witch Weekly. She appeared to be completely at ease and thoroughly enjoying her magazine, but a careful observer would notice that she jumped at the slightest noise, and paused regularly to listen to the sounds in the house around her. Not that there were many. Even though her only child Draco was at home for the holidays, the house was almost as silent as when he was away. Only the very faint sound of a radio floating out of an open window three floors above her gave any indication that anyone else was at home. She did not know where her husband was. She had long ago learnt not to ask.
She returned guiltily to her magazine, but her time alone was to be short-lived. Suddenly she heard her husband's voice echoing around the dark corridors of Malfoy Manor.
"Narcissa? Where are you?"
Hastily shoving her magazine under the cushions of the armchair she had been sitting on, Narcissa called
"In the parlour Lucius!" She hastily grabbed her current novel from the table by her side, removed the bookmark and placed it carelessly on the arm of her chair as she rose to greet her husband. As she did so, she realised that the soft sound of the radio drifting from upstairs had stopped. She felt a quick pang, but quickly arranged her features into a welcoming smile for her husband. The smile became slightly fixed when she saw the expression on Lucius's face.
"Hello Lucius! How are you?" she said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek as was their custom.
"What are you doing in here?" he said sharply. Narcissa's heart sank. She hoped Draco would stay out of the way.
"Just reading dear. You know this is my favourite room" Lucius looked around suspiciously, and spotted a corner of the magazine poking out from the cushions where Narcissa had tried to hide it.
"What is this?" he asked in a tone which sent an icy tingle of fear down Narcissa's spine.
"Just a magazine dear" she said calmly, knowing that nothing she said now would do any good.
Lucius held the magazine at arms length and looked from it to his wife with an expression of disgust and contempt on his face.
"You know I will not have this rag in the house, Narcissa"
"Yes Lucius" she said quietly. Had the stair creaked then?
"Then why do you persist in defying me?" snapped Lucius. His voice struck Narcissa like a whip, and she flinched. This seemed to make Lucius even angrier.
"I do not ask much of you Narcissa! This is filth, mere rumours and cheap scandal, and it disgraces the name of Malfoy for you to even glance at it, let alone buy it!"
"I'm sorry"
"Do you want to let me down?" screamed Lucius. Narcissa hoped Draco couldn't hear.
"No, but.."
"There are no buts! I say you will not read this filth, and what I say goes!" Lucius hurled the magazine into the fire and advanced on his shaking wife.
"I have told you before, and it seems I must tell you again" he snarled. "I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from you!" His hand shot out and struck Narcissa across the face, leaving a red mark of it's imprint across her face.
"Do you understand me?" he hissed. Narcissa tried to speak, but what came out was a sort of whimper. She could feel a trickle of blood sliding down her chin where Lucius' blow had split her lip.
"Do you understand me?" he screamed. Suddenly he was punching her, slapping her. Narcissa was helpless against his assault, as she had been so many times before. She fell to the floor sobbing and Lucius continued to beat her, kicking her in the ribs.
"I'm sorry" she gasped "Please stop, please Lucius! Please stop"
Suddenly the rain of blows stopped. Lucius was searching the room, tearing it apart looking for anything else that might be hidden there that he might disapprove of. Finding nothing, he turned on his wife with a snarl.
"Get up woman! Are you some sort of coward, who can't even stand a little bit of pain? Clean yourself up and get ready for company. You have two hours."
With that he strode out of the room, leaving Narcissa curled on the floor, watching the blood trickle from her split lips. Presently she stood up, straightened her robes and headed to the master bedroom.
Draco heard his father's voice, and hastily switched off his radio. He checked his appearance in the mirror to make sure he was as tidy as his father liked him to be before heading downstairs to the parlour. On the stairs outside the parlour however, he stopped. He could hear raised voices from within.
"I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from you!" his fathers voice said, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a blow falling.
"Do you understand me?" his father screamed, and Draco could hear the sound of his mother sobbing in pain, and the sound of blows falling. Suddenly it stopped. Draco shrank back behind a suit of armour, fearing his father would come storming out and catch him listening. There was a small pause however, during which his mother's sobs stopped. Then he heard his father snap at his mother. "Are you some sort of coward?" He might have heard more, but the wave of anger he felt towards his father drowned out all the words. The door to the parlour opened and Lucius walked out, letting the door swing shut behind him. The door closed with a click, but not before Draco had seen his mother lying curled on the floor, blood trickling from her mouth, her pretty face all red and bruised. Draco shrank further into the shadows, glaring at his father as he stalked past.
When he was sure his father was gone, Draco tried to decide whether or not to go to his mother's aid. He didn't want to risk her being upset that he had seen her like that. He knew she tried very hard to keep him from knowing that his father beat her, and he didn't want to make thing worse by admitting that he knew.
As he stood, torn with indecision, the door to the parlour opened once more, and his mother appeared. The blood was gone from her face, though it was still swollen and bruised. Her face looked like it had been set in stone. She walked away in the direction of the master bedroom, her blue eyes blank, obviously seeing nothing of her surroundings. When she had gone, Draco crept quietly up to his room.
Narcissa was on autopilot as she headed for her bedroom. Without thinking she calmly washed her battered face and had a quick shower, carefully cleaning her bruised skin. Numbly she donned her dress robes and fixed her hair into an elegant style. Equally calmly she cast a Glamour spell over her split lips and black eye to hide them before she delicately applied her make-up. She felt hollow inside, as if she had gone away and was watching her own body from a long way away.
The feeling continued throughout the long evening with her husbands associates. Narcissa played the loyal wife, giving Lucius adoring glances and being as charming as she knew how. She watched herself as she flirted slightly with her male guests, doing all she could to help Lucius close the deal. But inside the fire of anger had started to burn, a slow, smouldering flame which was buried so deep inside her that she almost didn't know that it was there.
She noticed that Draco, as polite and courteous as he always was at this sort of occasion, looked slightly ill-at-ease, and kept shooting little glances as his father. Only someone who knew her son as well as she did could have seen the anger in those eyes. She caught Draco's eye and gave him a warning, yet somehow apologetic glance. Deep inside her, the little flame of anger flared slightly in a small breeze.
Draco spent the whole of his father's incredibly boring dinner party trying to work out his feelings about what had happened that afternoon. His mother, looking like she'd spent the whole day making herself beautiful for this evening, sparkled with life and energy. She smiled and laughed, charming all the men around the table while at the same time making it clear with little glances how much she adored his father. Draco felt angry with both of them.
"How can she do that?" he fumed silently. "He beat her this afternoon, how can she just sit there, not only pretending that it didn't happen, but pretending that she adores him and that he's never spoken a cross word to her?"
He shot an angry glance at his father, who was buried deep in conversation with the most important person at the table. When he looked back at his mother, she caught his eye. For a moment he could see the pain and despair in her eyes, knew without a shadow of doubt that she was not at all happy with what Lucius had done to her, but couldn't think of anything else to do. Her eyes begged him not to say anything, there was a slight hint of shame and apology in them. She gave him a small smile and he saw the mask descend again over her eyes as she turned back to the person she had been talking to.
Draco had never been so glad to be sent to bed in his life.
When at long last the deal was clenched and the guests had gone, Lucius turned and smiled at his wife.
"Well done dear. That was an excellent job you did there." He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the lips. Ignoring the shooting pains from her split lips, Narcissa kissed him back as convincingly as she could. Even as tingles of desire washed over her, anger was slowly beginning to course through her veins. The fire of anger in her heart was beginning to heat up her blood. Did Lucius think she was some sort of toy, to be used and abused as he wished? She had put up with it for a long time, and she was beginning to tire of it.
Lucius pulled back from the kiss.
"You go on up" he said "I'll join you in a minute."
Narcissa smiled up at him, but as soon as she turned away an expression of stony anger slid onto her face.
As she changed and readied herself for bed, she wondered why she let this go on. She spent most of her days living in fear of her husband, both for what he would do to her and for what he might do to her son. But what choice did she have? Lucius was a rich and powerful man of influence. She had gradually lost touch with her old friends during the course of her marriage, she didn't even have any relatives. There wasn't really anyone she could turn to for help. And what would happen to Draco if she left Lucius? She was so busy with her thoughts that she forgot to put her diaphragm in.
As she slid into bed, she wondered why she still let him touch her. She didn't really want him to, but she would let him, and she would at least pretend to enjoy it. Maybe she would really enjoy it. Lucius had had a great deal of experience with women before their marriage, "probably still did have" she thought wryly, and enjoyed pleasing them. She shivered pleasantly at the thought, but her anger did not go away.
She did not have long to wait before Lucius came in. He emerged from his own rooms and slid into bed beside her. She rolled over to face him and he kissed her gently. He made love to her as eagerly as he had always done, his touch gently and sure. Ignoring her bruises as she often did, Narcissa gave herself over to the sensations his hands gave her, allowing him to bring her to climax. Even as she came she felt ashamed. As he thrust inside her, she thought for an instant that his penis was a sword, which was cutting away her insides, destroying all of her feelings little by little and leaving her empty and hollow.
When he rolled off her he gathered her into his arms, holding her close.
"I'm sorry" he whispered. Narcissa nodded quietly. She lay in his embrace until his arms slackened and his deep, even breathing told her that he was asleep. She gently rolled out of his arms onto her own side of the bed and softly cried herself to sleep.
Will Narcissa leave Lucius? Does Lucius beat Draco? Answers in the next part. REVIEW!
Narcissa is reaching the end of her tether with Lucius's violent behaviour. I don't know how to rate things with this American system (grin) but I've rated it R for domestic violence and not-very-explicit sex. Anyone with suggestions, put them in your REVIEW!
Black eyes, blue tears
By the Black Goddess
Narcissa Malfoy sat quietly in her armchair by the fire, reading a copy of Witch Weekly. She appeared to be completely at ease and thoroughly enjoying her magazine, but a careful observer would notice that she jumped at the slightest noise, and paused regularly to listen to the sounds in the house around her. Not that there were many. Even though her only child Draco was at home for the holidays, the house was almost as silent as when he was away. Only the very faint sound of a radio floating out of an open window three floors above her gave any indication that anyone else was at home. She did not know where her husband was. She had long ago learnt not to ask.
She returned guiltily to her magazine, but her time alone was to be short-lived. Suddenly she heard her husband's voice echoing around the dark corridors of Malfoy Manor.
"Narcissa? Where are you?"
Hastily shoving her magazine under the cushions of the armchair she had been sitting on, Narcissa called
"In the parlour Lucius!" She hastily grabbed her current novel from the table by her side, removed the bookmark and placed it carelessly on the arm of her chair as she rose to greet her husband. As she did so, she realised that the soft sound of the radio drifting from upstairs had stopped. She felt a quick pang, but quickly arranged her features into a welcoming smile for her husband. The smile became slightly fixed when she saw the expression on Lucius's face.
"Hello Lucius! How are you?" she said, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek as was their custom.
"What are you doing in here?" he said sharply. Narcissa's heart sank. She hoped Draco would stay out of the way.
"Just reading dear. You know this is my favourite room" Lucius looked around suspiciously, and spotted a corner of the magazine poking out from the cushions where Narcissa had tried to hide it.
"What is this?" he asked in a tone which sent an icy tingle of fear down Narcissa's spine.
"Just a magazine dear" she said calmly, knowing that nothing she said now would do any good.
Lucius held the magazine at arms length and looked from it to his wife with an expression of disgust and contempt on his face.
"You know I will not have this rag in the house, Narcissa"
"Yes Lucius" she said quietly. Had the stair creaked then?
"Then why do you persist in defying me?" snapped Lucius. His voice struck Narcissa like a whip, and she flinched. This seemed to make Lucius even angrier.
"I do not ask much of you Narcissa! This is filth, mere rumours and cheap scandal, and it disgraces the name of Malfoy for you to even glance at it, let alone buy it!"
"I'm sorry"
"Do you want to let me down?" screamed Lucius. Narcissa hoped Draco couldn't hear.
"No, but.."
"There are no buts! I say you will not read this filth, and what I say goes!" Lucius hurled the magazine into the fire and advanced on his shaking wife.
"I have told you before, and it seems I must tell you again" he snarled. "I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from you!" His hand shot out and struck Narcissa across the face, leaving a red mark of it's imprint across her face.
"Do you understand me?" he hissed. Narcissa tried to speak, but what came out was a sort of whimper. She could feel a trickle of blood sliding down her chin where Lucius' blow had split her lip.
"Do you understand me?" he screamed. Suddenly he was punching her, slapping her. Narcissa was helpless against his assault, as she had been so many times before. She fell to the floor sobbing and Lucius continued to beat her, kicking her in the ribs.
"I'm sorry" she gasped "Please stop, please Lucius! Please stop"
Suddenly the rain of blows stopped. Lucius was searching the room, tearing it apart looking for anything else that might be hidden there that he might disapprove of. Finding nothing, he turned on his wife with a snarl.
"Get up woman! Are you some sort of coward, who can't even stand a little bit of pain? Clean yourself up and get ready for company. You have two hours."
With that he strode out of the room, leaving Narcissa curled on the floor, watching the blood trickle from her split lips. Presently she stood up, straightened her robes and headed to the master bedroom.
Draco heard his father's voice, and hastily switched off his radio. He checked his appearance in the mirror to make sure he was as tidy as his father liked him to be before heading downstairs to the parlour. On the stairs outside the parlour however, he stopped. He could hear raised voices from within.
"I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour from you!" his fathers voice said, and then there was the unmistakable sound of a blow falling.
"Do you understand me?" his father screamed, and Draco could hear the sound of his mother sobbing in pain, and the sound of blows falling. Suddenly it stopped. Draco shrank back behind a suit of armour, fearing his father would come storming out and catch him listening. There was a small pause however, during which his mother's sobs stopped. Then he heard his father snap at his mother. "Are you some sort of coward?" He might have heard more, but the wave of anger he felt towards his father drowned out all the words. The door to the parlour opened and Lucius walked out, letting the door swing shut behind him. The door closed with a click, but not before Draco had seen his mother lying curled on the floor, blood trickling from her mouth, her pretty face all red and bruised. Draco shrank further into the shadows, glaring at his father as he stalked past.
When he was sure his father was gone, Draco tried to decide whether or not to go to his mother's aid. He didn't want to risk her being upset that he had seen her like that. He knew she tried very hard to keep him from knowing that his father beat her, and he didn't want to make thing worse by admitting that he knew.
As he stood, torn with indecision, the door to the parlour opened once more, and his mother appeared. The blood was gone from her face, though it was still swollen and bruised. Her face looked like it had been set in stone. She walked away in the direction of the master bedroom, her blue eyes blank, obviously seeing nothing of her surroundings. When she had gone, Draco crept quietly up to his room.
Narcissa was on autopilot as she headed for her bedroom. Without thinking she calmly washed her battered face and had a quick shower, carefully cleaning her bruised skin. Numbly she donned her dress robes and fixed her hair into an elegant style. Equally calmly she cast a Glamour spell over her split lips and black eye to hide them before she delicately applied her make-up. She felt hollow inside, as if she had gone away and was watching her own body from a long way away.
The feeling continued throughout the long evening with her husbands associates. Narcissa played the loyal wife, giving Lucius adoring glances and being as charming as she knew how. She watched herself as she flirted slightly with her male guests, doing all she could to help Lucius close the deal. But inside the fire of anger had started to burn, a slow, smouldering flame which was buried so deep inside her that she almost didn't know that it was there.
She noticed that Draco, as polite and courteous as he always was at this sort of occasion, looked slightly ill-at-ease, and kept shooting little glances as his father. Only someone who knew her son as well as she did could have seen the anger in those eyes. She caught Draco's eye and gave him a warning, yet somehow apologetic glance. Deep inside her, the little flame of anger flared slightly in a small breeze.
Draco spent the whole of his father's incredibly boring dinner party trying to work out his feelings about what had happened that afternoon. His mother, looking like she'd spent the whole day making herself beautiful for this evening, sparkled with life and energy. She smiled and laughed, charming all the men around the table while at the same time making it clear with little glances how much she adored his father. Draco felt angry with both of them.
"How can she do that?" he fumed silently. "He beat her this afternoon, how can she just sit there, not only pretending that it didn't happen, but pretending that she adores him and that he's never spoken a cross word to her?"
He shot an angry glance at his father, who was buried deep in conversation with the most important person at the table. When he looked back at his mother, she caught his eye. For a moment he could see the pain and despair in her eyes, knew without a shadow of doubt that she was not at all happy with what Lucius had done to her, but couldn't think of anything else to do. Her eyes begged him not to say anything, there was a slight hint of shame and apology in them. She gave him a small smile and he saw the mask descend again over her eyes as she turned back to the person she had been talking to.
Draco had never been so glad to be sent to bed in his life.
When at long last the deal was clenched and the guests had gone, Lucius turned and smiled at his wife.
"Well done dear. That was an excellent job you did there." He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the lips. Ignoring the shooting pains from her split lips, Narcissa kissed him back as convincingly as she could. Even as tingles of desire washed over her, anger was slowly beginning to course through her veins. The fire of anger in her heart was beginning to heat up her blood. Did Lucius think she was some sort of toy, to be used and abused as he wished? She had put up with it for a long time, and she was beginning to tire of it.
Lucius pulled back from the kiss.
"You go on up" he said "I'll join you in a minute."
Narcissa smiled up at him, but as soon as she turned away an expression of stony anger slid onto her face.
As she changed and readied herself for bed, she wondered why she let this go on. She spent most of her days living in fear of her husband, both for what he would do to her and for what he might do to her son. But what choice did she have? Lucius was a rich and powerful man of influence. She had gradually lost touch with her old friends during the course of her marriage, she didn't even have any relatives. There wasn't really anyone she could turn to for help. And what would happen to Draco if she left Lucius? She was so busy with her thoughts that she forgot to put her diaphragm in.
As she slid into bed, she wondered why she still let him touch her. She didn't really want him to, but she would let him, and she would at least pretend to enjoy it. Maybe she would really enjoy it. Lucius had had a great deal of experience with women before their marriage, "probably still did have" she thought wryly, and enjoyed pleasing them. She shivered pleasantly at the thought, but her anger did not go away.
She did not have long to wait before Lucius came in. He emerged from his own rooms and slid into bed beside her. She rolled over to face him and he kissed her gently. He made love to her as eagerly as he had always done, his touch gently and sure. Ignoring her bruises as she often did, Narcissa gave herself over to the sensations his hands gave her, allowing him to bring her to climax. Even as she came she felt ashamed. As he thrust inside her, she thought for an instant that his penis was a sword, which was cutting away her insides, destroying all of her feelings little by little and leaving her empty and hollow.
When he rolled off her he gathered her into his arms, holding her close.
"I'm sorry" he whispered. Narcissa nodded quietly. She lay in his embrace until his arms slackened and his deep, even breathing told her that he was asleep. She gently rolled out of his arms onto her own side of the bed and softly cried herself to sleep.
Will Narcissa leave Lucius? Does Lucius beat Draco? Answers in the next part. REVIEW!