A/N Hi again, this is a prequel to Always. I hope you all like it.

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Pretty Girl

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Pretty Girl is offering, While he confesses everything. Pretty soon she'll figure out, What his intentions were about.

And that's what you get for falling again, You can never get him out of your head.

And that's what you get for falling again, You can never get him out of your head.

It's the way, That he makes you feel. It's the way, That he kisses you. It's the way, That he makes you fall in love.

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Narcissa Malfoy was alone in her room when she woke up that morning. It was the day before her son came home from his fourth year at Hogwarts and she, for once, had good news to tell him.

Lucious, as usual, was already awake and most likely working on whatever it was that Voldomort had told him to do.

Narcissa still remembered that strange night a few weeks ago when Lucious had vanished unexpectedly for hours and returned with his so-called good news of Voldomorts return to power. He spoke of plans and ideals and vengeance. It sounded like genocide to Narcissa. She had wisely not voiced that opinion aloud.

Narcissa lingered in bed, cherishing the silence, for a few moments before she arose and readied herself for the day.

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She's beautiful, As usual, With bruises on her ego and, Her killer instinct tells her to, Be aware of evil men.

And that what you get for falling again, You can never get him out of your head.

And that's what you get for falling again, You can never get him out of your head.

It's the way, That he makes you feel. It's the way, That he kisses you. It's the way, That he makes you fall in love.

It's the way, That he makes you feel. It's the way, That he kisses you. It's the way, That he makes you fall in love. Love.

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Narcissa walked down the hallway to her sitting room. It passed by Lucious' study that was almost always closed. However, today the door was open as she walked by and she glanced in. There was Lucious staring at her from his desk.

Lucious rose from his desk and walked over to her.

"I'm sorry about our fight last night," he said softly. Narcissa was stunned as he continued by saying, "I had no right to be so angry at you. I hope you'll forgive me."

All the hate that had built up in her seemed to vanish as he said that with a smile. She smiled back as she tried to ignore the part of her mind that said, "'come into my web' said the spider to the fly."

"Of course I forgive you Lucious," Narcissa clasped his hand. "I love you and would forgive you no matter what."

Lucious kissed her then turned to return to his study. As he closed the doors he whispered, "why do I love such a weak woman?"

Narcissa knew that she wasn't supposed to have heard that, but she had and it hurt her deeply. She had to fight of the urge to wipe of her mouth to rid herself of his kiss. Yet she knew that it wouldn't be any use. He would do something rare and kind and she would fall in love again.

So Narcissa turned and walked down the hall to her sitting room. It was neat and clean, no trace of her fight with Lucious from the night before was left.

The couch was no longer broken and the chairs were the right side up. The glass on the table was repaired and her books were back in order. Even Through The Looking Glass was in it's rightful place on by her favorite rocking chair.

The rocking chair didn't seem to be anything special when looked at for face value. It was, in fact, the least expensive item in the house. What made it special to her was that it was the same chair that she used to rock Draco to sleep in when he was little.

Now the rocking chair was her reading chair.

"You'll be used for your old job soon again," Narcissa said as she sat down in her chair. She meant it too.

For the fight she had had with her husband the night before had been ended when she explained why she had gone to the doctors earlier that day. She had believed herself sick, but when she had left for home it was with the news that she was pregnant again. Draco would finally have a sibling.

Narcissa, however, didn't intend to tell Draco the news until he had been home for at least a day. She didn't want to spoil any good news he might have to tell her.

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Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl, Pretty Girl,

It's the way, That he makes you cry. It's the way, That he's in your mind. It's the way that, He makes you fall in love. It's the way that, That he makes you feel. It's the way, That he kisses you, It's the way, That he makes you fall in love. Love.

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"WHOSE!" Lucious demanded for the umpteenth time.

"Yours," Narcissa replied calmly.

Lucious slapped her hard and Narcissa began crying softly.

"Who else do I love but you?" She whispered.

Lucious seemed satisfied with that and quit questioning her. He left the room. Narcissa sat there crying like she would never, ever stop.

'How could he question whose child I carry?' She wondered. 'Am I protecting you by staying? Or am I hurting you?' She thought of recently developed plans for leaving with Draco and divorcing Lucious. Nevertheless, she loved Lucious too much. Even at moments like this she knew she would never find her old courage and leave him.

Love was all that mattered any more.

She jerked up in bed, shaking from the memory of the fight she had had that previous night. Lucious lay peacefully beside her. 'How can someone so cruel be so loved?' She wondered as she curled up next to him.

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