A/N: Oh look! It took me less than I week to write this! Apologies for lack of length.
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Narcissa hadn't seen Draco since Christmas. No one at the Manor had seen Draco since Christmas. Everytime she asked Lucius about it, he just sneered at her. Damn him. Damn him and his arrogance and snobbery. Did he do something to her son? No- he wouldn't. Draco was his only heir and she'd keep it that way. She couldn't have anymore children. The doctors had told her that much. But she hadn't told Lucius. She didn't dare. Just like she didn't dare tell him that she had been adopted. He had such an awful temper and he never felt regret. She was terrified of him, but he'd never hurt her son. Would he?
She tried to be patient, smoothing the sheets of Draco's bed, dusting, folding his clothes- things the house elves normally did. But he didn't return and he didn't write. He usually wrote. She missed the silver scrawl upon the page, like he was thinking faster than he could write.
"Lucius," she ventured one morning at breakfast. "Don't you worry about where our son is?" He smiled coldly. She shuddered. Funny how she used to think he was so handsome when he smiled.
"No," he replied, turning a page of the Daily Prophet.
"Don't you think we should contact the authorities?"
"No."
"Why not?" she demanded sharply. His eyes flashed, but she didn't flinch. She had to know what happened to her son.
"Because, my dear," he said the endearment with scorn. "I already know where he is."
"And where is that?"
"He's probably playing the whore like his mother." Her face blanched. She rose from the table and ran from the dining hall, his laughter echoing in her ears. When she stopped crying, she reached for a quill. She'd write to Dumbledore. He could tell her where Draco was.
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My! Lucius is being a bastard in this series, isn't he? More soon, I promise. Meanwhile please review. They remind me that people enjoy what I do and that I should keep doing it.
Love,
J. Silver
Hey, if you had a hard time finding this and didn't get an author alert, you might be interested in joining my list. It's called Plot & Co present: another HP slash list. The address is http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hpslash_alert.
Thank you Myst, Fluer---@, Min_1979 (I didn't know that people had taken to quoting fire and ice in public. I'm flattered.), Ruka-chan, Sandra Solaria Dees, Narcissus Medjai, Minime, Silverfox, and Maharet.
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Narcissa hadn't seen Draco since Christmas. No one at the Manor had seen Draco since Christmas. Everytime she asked Lucius about it, he just sneered at her. Damn him. Damn him and his arrogance and snobbery. Did he do something to her son? No- he wouldn't. Draco was his only heir and she'd keep it that way. She couldn't have anymore children. The doctors had told her that much. But she hadn't told Lucius. She didn't dare. Just like she didn't dare tell him that she had been adopted. He had such an awful temper and he never felt regret. She was terrified of him, but he'd never hurt her son. Would he?
She tried to be patient, smoothing the sheets of Draco's bed, dusting, folding his clothes- things the house elves normally did. But he didn't return and he didn't write. He usually wrote. She missed the silver scrawl upon the page, like he was thinking faster than he could write.
"Lucius," she ventured one morning at breakfast. "Don't you worry about where our son is?" He smiled coldly. She shuddered. Funny how she used to think he was so handsome when he smiled.
"No," he replied, turning a page of the Daily Prophet.
"Don't you think we should contact the authorities?"
"No."
"Why not?" she demanded sharply. His eyes flashed, but she didn't flinch. She had to know what happened to her son.
"Because, my dear," he said the endearment with scorn. "I already know where he is."
"And where is that?"
"He's probably playing the whore like his mother." Her face blanched. She rose from the table and ran from the dining hall, his laughter echoing in her ears. When she stopped crying, she reached for a quill. She'd write to Dumbledore. He could tell her where Draco was.
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My! Lucius is being a bastard in this series, isn't he? More soon, I promise. Meanwhile please review. They remind me that people enjoy what I do and that I should keep doing it.
Love,
J. Silver