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Chapter five ~ Married to Malfoy.
"The boy must never know." Lucius said, as he gripped his wife's arm. She grimaced with the pain of his icy grip, but smiled at him.
"The boy must think of me as his father, and so must all our friends."
When he said 'our' he actually meant 'my'.
Narcissa nodded. She snatched her arm back and nursed her bruised skin. "No one will ever know." she said, quietly, absently.
Lucius nodded, curtly. "Of course they won't, you'll know what I'd do if they did." He smiled cruelly before striding from the room.
Narcissa sighed, the same sigh as whenever her husband left. She could barely stand to be in the same room as him, and when they were she usually ended up getting hurt. Lucius was a violent man, who treated his wife as though he owned her.
Her son was only a month old, and for that whole month Lucius had been acting almost nervously, it was clearly important that no one found out about the father of Narcissa's child.
Little Draco was the most perfect child, so adorable, so cute, she loved every part of him. From his small, pale face, to his sprouts of silvery blond hair. From his deep bellowing cry to his lusty yells. He made her life almost bearable.
Narcissa's Diary.
If it wasn't for Draco, I don't know what I would do. My married life has been almost a year of pure hell, I doubt I would have stuck it if it hadn't been for Draco. I see his father strong in him, not in his looks, in looks he is like me, which according to Lucius is a good thing. And is certainly a good thing for Draco, I doubt Lucius would have accepted him if he took after his father.
No, although he is only a month old, I see his fathers spirit shining through. Lucius scorns me, but I don't care. Nothing Lucius does or says to me can hurt, not any more, not now I have Draco.
When you live for one thing and one thing only, and that thing is threatened, your life loses it's meaning. Instead of living for something, you live to protect. Lucius found a new way to hurt me. He could no longer tear me to pieces with his words, he could no longer have me crying with his fists. He found a better, more efficient way to get to me. He could no longer beat me, but he could have me begging on the floor when he had Draco in his hands.
Lucius Malfoy was a disagreeable man, he hated his wife, he despised her child even more, and he lived to hurt them both. When she was pregnant he could have his wife crying in two seconds flat when one word fell from his forked tongue, but now she was stronger. So he found a different way of getting to her, the one thing she cared about most, was the one thing he despised above all else, her son ~ Draco.
Draco was the target for his drunken out bursts, Draco was how he released his anger, there was something cruelly satisfying about throwing the defence little thing across the room, having his wife begging him to stop. There was something satisfying about being in control.
