Okay, here's one I haven't seen yet!
PS: Don't ask where I got the idea from cause I dunno! LoL.
BTW: Read to the end. I promise it's a surprise. NO CHEATING AND PEEKING!!
OOCiness, and very much shocking things. *Nods some*
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Narcissa Malfoy sighed as she watched and waited for the train that would bring her
son home from his fourth year at Hogwarts. When he had first sent home his letter saying
he had gotten into Slytherin, she had been so proud, along with her husband.
Now, as she waited, she recalled when she had first gone to Hogwarts. She
and her brother, Severus. Of course back then she had gone by her real name,
not her alias. She could no longer go by her real name, since her husband,
Lucius, had been a double agent for Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Why change her name then, if her husband had kept his?
Because, her real name was that of a well known Auror. If Voldemort knew that she was a well known Auror,
her husband wouldn't have been so successful. Her husband pretended to admire Voldemort, when really Voldemort
disgusted him. Her son? Her son was interested in the dark arts, but not the way everyone else thought.
He wanted to become an Auror, just like her.
But until Voldemort was defeated, and she could use her real name
again, he had to pretend to be evil.
Not to say that he really liked Harry Potter, because he didn't.
Neither did she.
It seemed Harry Potter was always saving everything, making her son feel useless, like he'd never become
the Auror he so wanted to be. He wanted to defeat evil wizards and destroy darkness. Did her son really like Pansy
Parkinson?
HAHA! NO!
'The day my son loves a Parkinson is the day Voldemort forgets how to speak Parseltongue.' She thought bitterly.
Only her son, her husband, Dumbledore, her fellow Aurors (Whom kept in contact about once a year)
the minister of magic (Cornelius Fudge), her brother, and a few fairly old professors at Hogwarts knew her real name.
Even Crabbe and Goyle knew her real name, since their parents (Also double agents) knew it.
She looked over, and saw the Weasleys. Her lip curled in a sneer. She didn't truly want to sneer at Arthur, but she had to.
Arthur knew of course. They were just playing the part. His eldest sons, Bill and Charlie, were with him. They remembered how she
really was. They knew that they had to act like they hated her. So did Percy, but he acted that way with everyone who disturbed him, so
it was easier for him.
"Arthur. I'm shocked. You actually could afford to send your children for another year." Lucius said softly.
Arthur glared. A lot of other witches and wizards watched. Narcissa saw them out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes she swore she heard 'bravo!'
"You leave us alone you-" started Mrs. Weasley when the train was starting to arrive.
*Flashback*
Narcissa had not been able to conjure up her usual fake sneer, so she used a spell to make a smell of nasty cheese under her nose, that only she could
smell. When her husband and son had given her strange looks, she explained. They had both fallen out of their chairs laughing. Until they saw the look
in her eyes that could've withered granite. Both looked at each other with 'run for a bomb shelter' looks on their faces.
*End*
*Flashback: Top Box at Quidditch World Cup*
"Ah, Fudge," said her husband, holding out his hand to shake Fudge's. "How are you? I don't think you met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"
"How do you do? How do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Narcissa. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - Well, he's the
Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so nevermind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
It was a tense moment. She could see in her husband's eyes that he was racking his brain for a fake insult in Arthur's direction. They had been friends, once.
Before Voldemort came in and turned everyone's life upside down. She saw Arthur was doing the same as her husband. Thinking of an insult that would be just as fake,
but sound hateful to everyone who heard it.
"Good lord, Arthur," Lucius said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" If you looked carefully,
you could see the guilt and regret in her husband's eyes. She remembered how long it took him to learn how to mask that. The first time he called her Narcissa, he had stumbled,
and almost blew it.
Fudge said "Lucius has just made a VERY generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."
Ah yes. No matter how evil they acted, they couldn't help doing something nice every once in a while. It was who they were.
"How - how nice," said Arthur, putting on a smile that looked fake on purpose.
Lucius looked at Hermione. He forced himself to sneer. He hated being such an ass. He truly did. He could only be normal sometimes, when he was with his wife and son.
He had a feeling, though, that he could be normal soon. In time.
*End*
The children got off the train. Mrs. Weasley glaring at them.
Narcissa grabbed her son's hand and sneered at Harry Potter and Ron.
They walked off.
At the Malfoy Residence, night time...
Narcissa say, brushing her hair. Her son had told her everything that had happened that year excitedly, the second they got home.
Lucius had chuckled.
But now, she was in her room that she shared with her husband, staring out the window, while her husband was busy with paperwork downstairs. A creak told her she wasn't alone in the room.
She looked up. There was her husband. "I thought you were busy with paperwork."
"I'm never too busy for you."
"I know, but this act has to stop sometime. I'm getting sick of it. I was sick of it when it first started. I can't take it much longer."
"It will all end soon, I promise."
"Is our son in bed?"
"Yes."
"Good. He needs rest. He has had a long day."
"He's had a long year."
"Sometimes, Lucius, I feel like I'm losing who I am in this horrid facade. I hate going by 'Narcissa'." She spat the name with distaste. "And I hate it when you call me that. I feel like your speaking
of someone else. Like your married to someone else."
"I'm married to you. Not your name. To you."
She smiled. He was a sweet talker alright. He always had been.
"So, judging by that smile, I suppose you got the spell off of your nose?"
She stood up and threw a pillow at him. It hit him right in the face.
"That wasn't fair!" He protested.
"Life isn't fair, get used to it!"
They had a small pillow fight, before climbing into bed.
"What about your paperwork?"
"It can wait."
"Alright."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed.
"I love you, Lucius." She whispered.
"I love you, Usagi." He said, using her true name.
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I did it again. *Sigh* I dunno which way this one is going, but maybe it's a good way.
Of course, this might be a one-shot, depending. *Shrugs* I dunno.
The Screamaa,
Sailor Star Scream
PS: Don't ask where I got the idea from cause I dunno! LoL.
BTW: Read to the end. I promise it's a surprise. NO CHEATING AND PEEKING!!
OOCiness, and very much shocking things. *Nods some*
----------------------------------------------
Narcissa Malfoy sighed as she watched and waited for the train that would bring her
son home from his fourth year at Hogwarts. When he had first sent home his letter saying
he had gotten into Slytherin, she had been so proud, along with her husband.
Now, as she waited, she recalled when she had first gone to Hogwarts. She
and her brother, Severus. Of course back then she had gone by her real name,
not her alias. She could no longer go by her real name, since her husband,
Lucius, had been a double agent for Dumbledore and Voldemort.
Why change her name then, if her husband had kept his?
Because, her real name was that of a well known Auror. If Voldemort knew that she was a well known Auror,
her husband wouldn't have been so successful. Her husband pretended to admire Voldemort, when really Voldemort
disgusted him. Her son? Her son was interested in the dark arts, but not the way everyone else thought.
He wanted to become an Auror, just like her.
But until Voldemort was defeated, and she could use her real name
again, he had to pretend to be evil.
Not to say that he really liked Harry Potter, because he didn't.
Neither did she.
It seemed Harry Potter was always saving everything, making her son feel useless, like he'd never become
the Auror he so wanted to be. He wanted to defeat evil wizards and destroy darkness. Did her son really like Pansy
Parkinson?
HAHA! NO!
'The day my son loves a Parkinson is the day Voldemort forgets how to speak Parseltongue.' She thought bitterly.
Only her son, her husband, Dumbledore, her fellow Aurors (Whom kept in contact about once a year)
the minister of magic (Cornelius Fudge), her brother, and a few fairly old professors at Hogwarts knew her real name.
Even Crabbe and Goyle knew her real name, since their parents (Also double agents) knew it.
She looked over, and saw the Weasleys. Her lip curled in a sneer. She didn't truly want to sneer at Arthur, but she had to.
Arthur knew of course. They were just playing the part. His eldest sons, Bill and Charlie, were with him. They remembered how she
really was. They knew that they had to act like they hated her. So did Percy, but he acted that way with everyone who disturbed him, so
it was easier for him.
"Arthur. I'm shocked. You actually could afford to send your children for another year." Lucius said softly.
Arthur glared. A lot of other witches and wizards watched. Narcissa saw them out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes she swore she heard 'bravo!'
"You leave us alone you-" started Mrs. Weasley when the train was starting to arrive.
*Flashback*
Narcissa had not been able to conjure up her usual fake sneer, so she used a spell to make a smell of nasty cheese under her nose, that only she could
smell. When her husband and son had given her strange looks, she explained. They had both fallen out of their chairs laughing. Until they saw the look
in her eyes that could've withered granite. Both looked at each other with 'run for a bomb shelter' looks on their faces.
*End*
*Flashback: Top Box at Quidditch World Cup*
"Ah, Fudge," said her husband, holding out his hand to shake Fudge's. "How are you? I don't think you met my wife, Narcissa? Or our son, Draco?"
"How do you do? How do you do?" said Fudge, smiling and bowing to Narcissa. "And allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oblansk - Obalonsk - Mr. - Well, he's the
Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and he can't understand a word I'm saying anyway, so nevermind. And let's see who else - you know Arthur Weasley, I daresay?"
It was a tense moment. She could see in her husband's eyes that he was racking his brain for a fake insult in Arthur's direction. They had been friends, once.
Before Voldemort came in and turned everyone's life upside down. She saw Arthur was doing the same as her husband. Thinking of an insult that would be just as fake,
but sound hateful to everyone who heard it.
"Good lord, Arthur," Lucius said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?" If you looked carefully,
you could see the guilt and regret in her husband's eyes. She remembered how long it took him to learn how to mask that. The first time he called her Narcissa, he had stumbled,
and almost blew it.
Fudge said "Lucius has just made a VERY generous contribution to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He's here as my guest."
Ah yes. No matter how evil they acted, they couldn't help doing something nice every once in a while. It was who they were.
"How - how nice," said Arthur, putting on a smile that looked fake on purpose.
Lucius looked at Hermione. He forced himself to sneer. He hated being such an ass. He truly did. He could only be normal sometimes, when he was with his wife and son.
He had a feeling, though, that he could be normal soon. In time.
*End*
The children got off the train. Mrs. Weasley glaring at them.
Narcissa grabbed her son's hand and sneered at Harry Potter and Ron.
They walked off.
At the Malfoy Residence, night time...
Narcissa say, brushing her hair. Her son had told her everything that had happened that year excitedly, the second they got home.
Lucius had chuckled.
But now, she was in her room that she shared with her husband, staring out the window, while her husband was busy with paperwork downstairs. A creak told her she wasn't alone in the room.
She looked up. There was her husband. "I thought you were busy with paperwork."
"I'm never too busy for you."
"I know, but this act has to stop sometime. I'm getting sick of it. I was sick of it when it first started. I can't take it much longer."
"It will all end soon, I promise."
"Is our son in bed?"
"Yes."
"Good. He needs rest. He has had a long day."
"He's had a long year."
"Sometimes, Lucius, I feel like I'm losing who I am in this horrid facade. I hate going by 'Narcissa'." She spat the name with distaste. "And I hate it when you call me that. I feel like your speaking
of someone else. Like your married to someone else."
"I'm married to you. Not your name. To you."
She smiled. He was a sweet talker alright. He always had been.
"So, judging by that smile, I suppose you got the spell off of your nose?"
She stood up and threw a pillow at him. It hit him right in the face.
"That wasn't fair!" He protested.
"Life isn't fair, get used to it!"
They had a small pillow fight, before climbing into bed.
"What about your paperwork?"
"It can wait."
"Alright."
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed.
"I love you, Lucius." She whispered.
"I love you, Usagi." He said, using her true name.
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I did it again. *Sigh* I dunno which way this one is going, but maybe it's a good way.
Of course, this might be a one-shot, depending. *Shrugs* I dunno.
The Screamaa,
Sailor Star Scream