A/N: Though I love the Malfoy guys very much (Tom Felton, Jason Isaacs!), sadly they do not belong to me. Neither does Harry, though he doesn't appear in this story as a corporeal being. (Neither does the world of Harry Potter). Sadly, JKR gets all the money. But she's cool, so it's okay.

She lay awake that night. "Narcissa Malfoy" She mouthed over and over again. "Why me?" Repeated tediously in her heart.

Narcissa could see through the silhouette of the moon her husband, her lover. She lay in bed with grim feeling gnawing at her gut. Why did she ever approve of him, him of all people. She supposed it was because of his money, but was Narcissa that shallow? She asked herself that and came back with a no. Narcissa was a good person, just caught up in the moment of things. Why else would she be lying in this bed, next to him?

Narcissa sighed ambiguously as she watched Lucius' chest. His nose inhaled the air and it had a regular rhythm. He was asleep. So this is what the first night of being a Malfoy is. The day was much worse in her mind.

"Narcissa…." Called her nagging mother. "Narcissa, darling," She cawed as she swept through the girls room. "Time to get up and ready for your wed-ding…" She was doing it again; that impudent sing-songy voice that Narcissa just hated. It went through her like nails on an old blackboard.

"Ma…" She said as she arose out of bed. "Out…"

And so the day began…

Narcissa spent hours on her hair and dress and soon noon rolled around and there she was standing at the alter next to Lucius. He had his hair neatly laid out and wore a tuxedo that suited him very well. He held his snake cane. If it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to throw up, she may have liked the kiss that he planted on her at the end of their vows.

However he was still a Malfoy.

The ceremony went as planned with nothing but compliments from people that claim to know her, but she knows they've never even seen each others. Witches this way and wizards that. It was mostly a blur. Dancing here and there with a little fake romancing. It was all a blur.

A cool summer's breeze wafted into the room and Narcissa pulled at the covers. As was expected, Lucius didn't budge. He never did, not even to give her some warmth. He was the same with the wedding. This was a Malfoy wedding. As if Black wasn't good enough. The Black's were known as being evil and cunning, what made Malfoy better than Black? Money. Plain and simple. Oh, the Blacks were rich and rich indeed, but it was the Malfoys that possessed and corrupted everything. Even Narcissa.

He corrupted her right after the wedding ceremony, and then proceeded to do it again and again afterwards. Narcissa knew he was a rough lover, always taking what he wanted. But this was supposed to be special. It was their wedding night. Even with the baby and all…

"That poor child…" Narcissa muttered into the nothingness of her new room. She knew the baby would be as pampered and spoiled as Lucius was. He'd become cold and cruel, just like Lucius.

Lucius rolled over and groggily lay on top of her. Narcissa laid there feeling helpless, just like the night in the woods, two months prior. Why did he have this effect on her? Why must he constantly force fear and hatred upon her? Because he was a Malfoy. With money and the power of corruption, the Malfoys instilled a sense of loathing spawned from apprehension. What was she supposed to do when every time he looked at her, she quivered? She was waiting for him to hit her. She knew he wanted to, but that frightened her even more and he knew that. He was psychologically abusing Narcissa and she didn't know.

He was never like this before. They were great at Hogwarts. He met her when he was in his fourth year and her in her second. Both were Slytherins and both hit it off real well. Then rumors of an evil being leaked out. They talked about how he hated mudbloods and Muggles. How he wanted to rule the wizarding world, and he was actually powerful enough to that. Lucius was already corrupt from the years of abuse from his father, and lunged at the opportunity to gain more power and show that the Malfoys were still to be feared.

Lucius never showed Narcissa his evil side until after his first killing. He destroyed a village, killing thirteen Muggles and got obsessed with dark objects. Narcissa questioned him once, and she wound up regretting it. He wouldn't tough or look at her for weeks. She learned that if she wanted him, she had to be his obedient servant, not his equal.

Everyone was so proud of the wedding. Her mother, his mother they got along so well. "Finally a worthy pairing, no blood traitors in this family," they said. "A Black and a Malfoy, what a perfect match."

As Narcissa thought about it, it was true. Or at least it appeared to be. Besides the fact that they were both wealthy, pureblood, respected, etc they were the same. At least in the beginning. Narcissa knew that she wasn't flawless, she had the tendency to be self indulgent, but that stemmed from a lack of recognition as a child. Lucius showed the same qualities. That's what made Narcissa fall in love with him.

How she slipped back out was a whole different process. He'd become wanton and cruel, like a whole new person possessed her beloved Lucius. But she knew this was him. The genuine Lucius. And it scared her. He was controlling, abusive, hurtful, and didn't give a damn.

Take, take, take. That's all he did in their relationship. He knew she was pregnant and yet, he demanded more of her. After all, her womb is carrying a Malfoy. Not a Black, not a child made by the two of them, but his child. As if it only took him to make it. The selfish basterd never cared. It was his way or nothing.

Finally, he unlatched himself from her and Narcissa was able to wrap some warmth around her body. Being careful of her growing stomach, she rolled away from him and heaved a pitiful sigh.

It could only get worse.

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