Chapter One
It was a cold hard day and Malfoy Manor was as quiet as ever. Normally we would see the elegant Narcissa Malfoy yelling at Dobby the House Elf for taking forever to bring dinner or water the Venus fly traps. But today was different. The Malfoy Residence was empty and Narcissa was in Muggle London with a friend of hers.
Now this friend wasn't of any type of magical blood. Not even the lowest type which was giant's blood. It was no less than a Muggle. His name was Anthony and he was born in America. The fair complexion of his face made Narcissa weep for him. And his deep blue blood shot eyes were superior to her. Even without the gift of Wizardry, he still won over Narcissa's love.
"I just can't stop thinking about you, Narcissa," Anthony told her.
"As I, you. But now that Draco is born. I can't bear to tell Lucius that it's your child and not his," Narcissa stated. She looked away from Anthony and sighed.
Anthony's warm hands touched her shoulder, spun her around, and kissed her. "I love you," he whispered.
Narcissa kissed him back and murmured, "I have to go." She left him and went to back to the Manor where she belonged. Alone, unloved, and in needing of someone to talk to. Surely she wouldn't be talking to the House Elves. She wasn't that desperate to talk to someone.
Little Draco started to cry for his mother and Narcissa attended to him. He was so beautiful and so much like his father but she was after of what'd he be like when he gets older. She looked into her son's eyes and tears were shedding from her blue eyes. Then she smiled at Draco. "Only if I went with your father instead of Lucius, Draco. I was forced to marry him because of my ridiculous family. They have so much pride in what people's bloodline is. Do they think I even care about that? Do they care about how I feel? Not really. But I know that I'll show a lot of affection to you, my young one. Don't let Lucius take over what is going on in your head. Show him respect and a bit of love but don't be like him. Be nothing like him. You don't deserve to live the life I had to go through with my family," she told him.
A sound of footsteps was heard in the house and Narcissa automatically knew it was Lucius. She stopped crying and made it look like she was all cold and depressed again. She always had this depressing look wherever she was near Lucius. The coldness hard look is what she adapted from her heartless parents.
Lucius walked into the room where she was in and went to her. A look of anger and hatred was on his pale face. Narcissa didn't bother to look into her husband's eyes for she knows if she did, she would see something horrible in them. He grabbed her arm causing her to jerk Draco in her arms. "What is this that I'm hearing that I'm not Draco's father?" he sneered at her.
Narcissa didn't look at him she just stayed silent.
Lucius looked down at her. "Well?" he asked.
Narcissa murmured her answer but he couldn't hear her at all. So he told her to say it louder. She yelled it out, "He is your son, Lucius."
"Insignificant woman," he said to her. He then smirked at her. "Oh by the way…I killed Anthony…" he told her slyly.
Narcissa was shocked. She didn't know whether to believe it or not. Her lover ever since she got out of Hogwarts and went to the Muggle world is now dead. She wouldn't take any of the crap Lucius was telling her. "How did…?" she asked.
"I found this letter," Lucius said, showing a letter from Anthony to her. "Think you could lie to your husband who is also a Malfoy and get away with it?" Before she could answer, he left the room.
Narcissa was left there, crying her eyes out about her deceased lover.