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She didn't mean to kill him; at least, she doesn't think she did. She just — snapped, she supposes, and then her wand was out, mouth forming the words, and he slumped to the floor in a blaze of green light. And that was how they found her, hours later — still standing over him, shaking, with a death grip on her wand. Eleven and a half inches, alder, unicorn hair. The wand she'd had for thirty-five years. She doesn't have it anymore — they've taken it. She'll most likely never see it again.
She tries to remember why she did it. It was something he said, she recalls. Something . . . he called her ridiculous, she remembers now. "You're so ridiculous, mother." That's what he said. Ridiculous.
Lucius always used to call her ridiculous, shaking his head at her like a little girl. He's gone now — locked up in Azkaban, like so many others. Like she will be soon.
She's not sure why she hated Lucius so much. Perhaps it was the way he always treated her as an inferior — his trophy wife, simply a pretty woman to bear his child and smile by his side at all the formal functions. An arranged marriage, of course. She remembers complaining to her mother that she disliked Lucius, and being slapped and told in an angry voice that liking had nothing to do with it.
Well, Mother, she thinks wryly, it looks like liking might have mattered after all. Because of course, none of this would have happened if she'd liked Lucius. Because if she'd liked Lucius, she wouldn't have minded when Draco acted like him — when he imitated his patronising drawl. If she'd liked Lucius, her only child would be alive — the child she'd pampered and protected all those years. Because he was her, he was the one person in the world she could find herself within. He was her son.
He wasn't supposed to end up like Lucius.
He wasn't supposed to end up dead.
A/N: Yay, another Chem Class HP-Writing Challenge! (If you don't know what I'm talking about, a friend and I have decided to spend the most boring class in the school challenging each other to HP write-offs.) I liked how this one turned out. It was really interesting, because I picked the challenge this time — something about Narcissa murdering Draco. She can contemplate it, or do it, or be arrested for it without actually doing it. My partner in this endeavor wrote abusive!Narcissa, and it was amazing how much contrast there was between our pieces. We had a third participant this time, but I haven't read hers yet . . . Anyway. Please review. As stated in disclaimer. I reply to all reviews on my LiveJournal ("homepage" on the profile).