Well I Never
By: Rosa Nicole

Disclaimer: Characters are property of J.K. Rowling.


The aroma of soap still lingered in the hot vapored air.

The water still glistened and dripped from her hair.

Her cheeks were pink and tinged with contempt.

She warmed her freezing hands over heat from the vent.

His eyes were icy, his pale hands cold.

His pitch black robe held a wand in its fold.

His mouth was cold, his smile cruel.

His foot splashed the water that was starting to pool.

The evil was sweet and dripped from his tongue.

The bitter taste began to fill her lung.

His long thin arms encircled her waste.

Her head felt heavy. Her pulse started to race.

He loosened the strings that surrounded her bust.

She gasped in shock, suprised at his lust.

He ripped her blonde hair that was starting to freeze,

As their son turned the corner, wanting to please.

Lucius let out, a cold heartless laugh,

As Narcissa screamed and tried to clutch the bath.

But their encounter halted, as she fell to the floor.

She couldn't take the sight, of their son at the door.

Her eyes, rolled back, milky white in her head.

Draco stared at his parents, his face full of dread.

As Draco turned, to run out the door,

Lucius looked, at his wife in horrer.

You stupid bitch. You just ruined my life.

I can't believe, I asked you to be my wife.

As he sprang from the room, he failed to the pool of blood forming around Narcissa's head.

In Draco's room, Lucius found his son on the bed.

The pillow was damp, where tears had been shed.

It's not what you think. It's all just a game.

But father! he cried. It's always the same.

She's a stupid bitch, and I disgrace the family name.

Draco shut his mouth, as Lucius started to rise.

He trembled and cowered, under a man twice his size.

Lucius warned Draco never to speak of this night.

Then told Draco to leave and get out of his sight.

It was Draco's room and he made that fact clear.

He stood up defiantly and wiped a stray tear.

Lucius lunged at his son, and threw him at the wall.

He slapped Draco's pale face, and then remembered Narcissa's fall.

He look around the room, then tied Draco to the wall.

Lucius ran to the bathroom, Narcissa was there.

Blood circled her head, and dampened her hair.

Lucius carried his wife, his arms felt like lead.

He brought her to the doctor, who confirmed,

SHE WAS DEAD.


A/N: Sad ending , yes. Some parts may have been a little confusing but that is poetry for you. Part 2 will be up soon. Will Draco ever be let out of his room? Is Lucius upset about his wife's death. How will Draco and Lucius get along without Narcissa? All coming up. I hope u liked my twisted fic! R/R please!