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(A/N) This story's format is similar to Queen Li's "The Daughters of Slytherin and Gryffindor". Lucius and Narcissa will alternately narrate a chapter.
Chapter One
Lucius
My father's words still haunt me. Even though he's away doing Voldemort's work, they haunt me.
Malfoys don't fall in love.
I
don't know if he's right or wrong. All I know is this, if it weren't for a certain blonde haired Slytherin, I wouldn't be thinking about my father's lessons.
I heard laughter coming from the room next to mine. It could only mean one thing: my older sister, Draconia, and her friend, Star Anderson, were planning something evil.
Groaning, I got up from my bed, kicked a house elf out of the way, and silently crept to listen in on her conversation.
"I don't know, Draconia," I heard Star say. "What if it doesn't work?"
"It will work! It's all arranged!" my sister snapped. Then, I heard nothing. I strained my ear towards the door to hear better.
I fell to the floor as the door flew open to reveal a very angry Draconia.
"Oof."
"LUCIUS!" she roared.
I scrambled to my feet. "What?" I asked innocently.
Her normally pale face was dark scarlet now. "Don't give me that innocent look! You were bloody eavesdropping!"
My face must have paled, because Draconia suddenly calmed down. "Get out," she hissed. "You didn't hear a bloody thing. Do you understand?"
I nodded, scared of Draconia's wrath. I ran down the hall to my room and locked the door behind me.
If only my thoughts didn't drift back to Narcissa. I was in love, but I knew I couldn't be. Malfoys don't fall in love! I had to remember that.
"Lucius?" someone asked through my door about an hour later. "Can I come in?"
I groaned again, and unlocked my door. Draconia came in, smiling.
"Come with me, brother. There's someone I want you to meet."
I scowled. The last time she wanted me to meet someone; I walked away with huge boils on my body.
"I think you will want to meet this person, Lucius," she said.
I bowed my head in defeat. I could never win with my sister.
I followed her to the library in Malfoy Manor, where a person stood, their back facing us.
"Lucius, may I introduce to you the Dark Lord," she whispered to me.
I was shocked. Voldemort was here? He usually comes to see my father, not me. I walked over to him, bowed, and kissed the hem of his robes.
"My Lord," I said as I backed away.
"Ah, yes, Lucius. Do you know why you're here?"
I shook my head. He "smiled".
"You are here to receive the Dark Mark."
I almost fell to the floor. I am to receive the Dark Mark? I looked over to Draconia, who nodded.
"Don't be afraid, young Lucius. Come forth to be branded."
I stepped forward, rolling up my sleeve. The Dark Lord brought out his wand, and aimed it at my forearm. He whispered a spell I have never heard before.
The pain was too much. I squeezed my eyes shut.
Just like the pain came, it left. I kept my eyes shut until Draconia whispered, "It is done, brother."
I opened my eyes slowly. There wasn't any pain on my left arm. I looked down only to see…a pink bunny?
"WHAT IS THIS?!?!?!?" I roared as Draconia and the "Dark Lord" fell to the floor, laughing.
"DRACONIA LEIGH ALEXANDRA MALFOY, YOU WILL TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME RIGHT NOW!"
"Be patient, Lucius. Everything will reveal itself in a few minutes."
"What are you talking about?" I bellowed.
"Watch," she said, pointing at the "Dark Lord".
The imposter started to shrink, her long silky brown hair replacing the bald head. A small scar appeared on her chin, her eyes turned green.
Eventually, I was glancing at Star.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked.
"Aw, Lucius, shut up!" Draconia said. "We wanted to have a little bit of fun before school started tomorrow! Besides, you'll be a Death Eater soon enough. I overheard Father talking about it." She waved her hand. "Go away. We have to get up early to get on the train tomorrow."
"Fine," I snapped, glaring at my sister.
I walked swiftly to my room, this time, making sure I'd locked it both the Muggle way and the magic way. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed, staring at the pink bunny. I can't believe my own sister would do that to me. I wonder what Narcissa would think of it.
Oh, God, there I go again. I'm thinking about her!
Maybe I should just ask her out. It's not like I'm betrothed to anyone. It's not like she isn't a pureblood. I sighed, wondering what she was thinking about.
