You're Still The One
Part Seven: Stuck On You

My very first Lucius/Narcissa story. Enjoy!

rating: R for sexual situations
genre: romance/drama
summary: The story of Narcissa Malfoy: life, school, friendship, and the most important of all...love.

Thank you for the reviews! I'm sorry it's taken so long for this chapter but I had school...and writer's block.

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I can't take it
What am I waiting for?
My heart's still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could be for
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you
It's true
I'm stuck on you

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The dinner went well, except for the fact Regina kept sending dark looks at Narcissa and Lucius. When Narcissa excused herself to the bathroom after the meal, she returned to a nasty surprise. As she went to head back down the stairs, she heard voices floating from out of an open bedroom door.

"Why did Bellatrix make you come with her?"

"You know it's the only way you can see you, Victoria,  without your parents finding out...They had their hearts set on me marrying a Black...So I pretend to be in love with the girl and we can see each other."

Narcissa's heart shattered at these words and her blood ran cold. He didn't care, his words meant nothing.

"Oh, hello, Narcissa," Lucius had appeared in the doorway, smiling slightly though looking nervous.

A gloved hand darted out and struck him across the face. "Liar!" Narcissa screamed, tears forming in her eyes. "You disgusting, slimy, no good liar! I never want to see your horrible face again for as long as I live!" She ripped the necklace from her throat and flung it at him. "Take your necklace and give it to your girlfriend!" Narcissa spun around and ran off, tears now streaming freely down her face.

Narcissa ran to the nearest fireplace and pulled out the small bag of Floo powder she kept with her. "Black Manor!" She leapt into the fire and disappeared from the Lestranges home.

She stumbled up the stairs at Black Manor, sobbing loudly. "Narcissa, pull yourself together," said a cool voice from behind her. It was her mother.

Narcissa spun around, glaring at her. "I love him!"

Regina frowned. "You don't know what love is, Narcissa. You are never to see Lucius Malfoy again. If you were to form a relationship, you'd never make it. You're not strong enough for him, Narcissa. Victoria Bedford is."

"I hate you!" Narcissa shrieked, bolting into her room and slamming the door in her mother's face.

The relationship between Narcissa and Regina got so bitter, that one afternoon, a week before she was to leave for Hogwarts, Narcissa began to pack her bags, just as Andromeda had done a year ago.

"What are you doing, Narcissa?" Caleb Black's lanky frame appeared in the doorway.

Narcissa couldn't look at her father. "I'm leaving, Father. I owled Auntie Celesta this morning and she said I could come and live at Grimmauld Place with her, Uncle Marcus, and Regulus."

"Are you sure you want to do that, Narcissa? Your mother loves you. I love you." Narcissa faced her father, tears spilling down her face.

"I love you too, Father, but I can't live with her, I can't. I still love him, even if he doesn't love me, and she'll never accept that." Caleb nodded, embracing his daughter. Narcissa picked up her suitcase and swung her cloak over her shoulders. "Good-bye, Father." She kissed his cheek, walked up to her fireplace, called 'Grimmauld Place!' into the fire and disappeared from sight.

On September first, Narcissa and Regulus, who was in fourth year, took a cab to King's Cross. As she got onto Platform 9 and 3/4 she noticed Andromeda holding hands with Ted Tonks and Sirius, chattering animatedly with James Potter and a red haired girl Narcissa thought was named Lily Evans. Neither her sister nor her older cousin even looked at her.

Leslie was gone because she had transferred to Durmstrang Institute in third year, along with Camille. Andrea, Narcissa, and Frances were the only sixth year Slytherin girls in their dormitory.

Narcissa spent the next six months, working hard because of upcoming O.W.L.s as well as her sixteenth birthday. Even though she wasn't living at home, it meant she had to get engaged. One month before her birthday, on a chilly March morning, a barn owl came swooping towards Narcissa, a letter in it's beak. Naricssa's heart sank the instant the owl landed. She knew what this was; it was the letter declaring who she would marry. Her parents had told her that the decision would be made a month before her birthday and the engagement would be finalized on April 2nd, Narcissa's sixteenth birthday.

With trembling hands, she opened the letter.

Dearest Narcissa,

Your aunt, father, uncle, and I have considered who you should marry very carefully. After many months of discussion, we have finally come to an agreement. Although I believed he would have been perfect for your sister, he has agreed to marry you because he is no longer seeing Victoria and to his parents urging. Your husband will be Lucius Malfoy, and you will be married in July, after you finish your seventh year.

All our love,
Mother, Father, Auntie Celesta, and Uncle Marcus

Narcissa let out an ear-piercing shriek that turned every head in the Great Hall towards her. But Narcissa didn't care. Troubled thoughts began spinning in her head. After she said she loved Lucius, how her mother had been so cruel; how he had betrayed her trust; and the fact she still loved him. Narcissa buried her face in her hands and started to sob.

When Narcissa finally noticed everyone staring, she choked back another sob and went running out of the Great Hall. She didn't stop until she reached the blank stretch of stone wall where the entrance to the Slytherin common room was. "Muggles are filthy!" Narcissa gasped at the wall, which slid back, revealing the common room. When she flopped down into an arm chair, she noticed a handsome eagle owl perched on the mantel. It dropped a letter into her lap and flew out of the open window. Narcissa tore it open, recognizing the swirling handwriting on the outside.

Dear Narcissa,

I suppose your parents have told you that you are to be my wife in two years. I will send a ring on your birthday. I know we can make this marriage work and learn to love each other.

Yours,
Lucius

Narcissa furiously tore the letter into hundreds of tiny pieces before throwing it into the fire. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the chair, tears trickling down her face through close eyelids.

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