AN: Love the Malfoys, but they ain't mine. ;) Just the plot is.
Thanks to all that have been reading and sorry this chapter took so long.

One good thing about the fall of Voldemort was that Lucius was around more. The bad thing was that he was around more. He became more demanding and less loving. He'd disappear into his study or converse with Snape. He'd be owling distant relations most of his time. He cared not whether the babe that was created between the two of them was alive or not. He did not change Draco, Lucius did not watch him, and forget asking to feed him.

But soon, Narcissa watched that innocent babe that suckled off of her grow into a Malfoy. Yes, she could tell that this charming, spoiled, little boy would grow up to be just like his father. Cold and cruel.

Even though Lucius hated it when Narcissa should him any affection("Emotion is a Malfoy's weakness"), she still did. After all she was still his mother. She, at the age of 16, cared him in her womb for nine months. However, after the day he realized that his mother wasn't his only friend, the age of 5, after the Zabini boy came over, Draco came to her.

"Mom," What? No mommy?

"Mom, I don't want your hugs." He said it so eloquently.

Lucius loved it.

Draco was soon put under Lucius' wing. Narcissa hardly ever saw him. Especially with his acceptance to Hogwarts looming.

"The boy must know all of the first year material." He yelled at her one day.

It didn't occur to him that they would teach him the material there, his whole first year. That's why he was going there. That's why Draco was being ripped from her, for that...

The days of "Mommy, I love you,", running to her when he skinned his little knee, and brushing his long platinum hair back were long over. Now, he only came to her when he had trouble with the house elves or he needed a few extra Galleons. Now, he was his father's son.

The first year of Hogwarts went by swimmingly. Draco did wonderful in all of his classes, however the total absence of his son and so called husband, left her lonely. Lucius was off, here and there. There was word that the Dark Lord may have come back.

Narcissa could care less. She was slowly becoming lost in her own world, with nothing to do, but blow Lucius' money. She bought things frivolously. She had millions of Galleons at hand, and figured why not spend them? It was better then rotting in the Malfoy Mansion. Not to mention that she had to look perfect for those always judging the Malfoys, including Lucius. Narcissa had to pretend that they were the happy, little family,that everyone want to be.

Between over shopping and faking her way through parties and meetings, Draco's second year went well. Of course there was that brawl between her family and the Weasleys earlier that year. And oh yeah, he tried to bring Tom Riddle back through the littlest Weasley.

However, she could not go near Hogwarts. She was to stay at their Manor or go shopping. It was a disappointment, too, because she missed Draco play Quidditch for his team. She was Seeker when she went Hogwarts and it seemed Draco had inherited that gene from her. She smiled ever morning before he played.

Narcissa wrote long letters to him during his third year, out of fear. She heard that the madman, Sirius Black, was after Potter. She cared less about the "Boy-Who-Lived". Narcissa had to make sure that her dearest Draco didn't get hurt. Sirius was always inching closer to Hogwarts, and after he broke into the school, she went ballistic. She rote long notes asking how he was, was he okay, did he eat enough?

All she ever got back was:

"Mom,

I'm fine. Quit worrying. Quidditch is good. And the food is adequate. School is good. Tell Dad I got an O in Potions... Transfiguration... or some other stupid class.

Draco Malfoy

Fourth year was decently quiet. Lucius was never around, again running mad around the world trying to find out information about that women who went missing. Did this mean his Master was back? Good riddance if he was. There was always mumbling going on and popping from the dark strangers Narcissa happened to come across. As long as it didn't involve Draco, she didn't care. She wanted her boy to be as untouched as possible.

Finally, Lucius was summoned to his Master's call. He had returned and marshaled his Death Eaters to the Riddle home. He had taken Potter captive and was reborn through the help of Pettigrew, the little rat.

However, Potter escaped.

And boy did Narcissa hear about that escapade.

No one believed the Potter boy, though. It was the foolishness of the Daily Prophet and the Ministry. Narcissa never trusted either of them. Never could stand both Fudge or that weird reporter, Skeeter was her name.

However, an article was written about the boy. Narcissa managed to conceal a copy of the article. She felt pity towards the boy, and despite who she was taught to be, she still felt it. Despite the fact that the man who slept beside her wanted him dead, he was only a boy in the wrong situation. Just like her.

Only in this case, he didn't choose his life. Narcissa was trapped there, because it was the upshot of some bad choices. Unlike Harry, who was born to two loving parents and then had them snatched away. Only to constantly be fighting for his life.

And there was her husband. She knew he was plotting this poor boys demise. Narcissa realized that she hated him. Narcissa hated what Lucius was and what he represented. He represented every indecency that there ever was.

How did it come to this?

It didn't matter, though because the ministry had caught him. Well, really, Lucius had gotten stuck there when he tried to entrap Harry and kill him. However, Harry was stronger then all of them had thought.

It was nice without Lucius. It was calm and lovely. That first week was the best that she had. Draco was even starting to be more human towards her. He hugged her occasionally and even said "Thank You." Narcissa liked this.

Soon, however, her happiness was ripped from her. Snape Apperated into her living room one morning. He had never dared that before. The two had hardly ever spoken. Lucius talked about him like they were lovers, but Narcissa never had met "the Great Potions Master".

"I have news for you, from our Dark Lord." He said, stoically.He glared at the house elf.

"Please leave," I told the little creature; they were my only friends for years. "Yes? Professor Snape, I presume."

"Call me Severus. And I'm here for young Mister Malfoy." He said.

My heart was ripped from my chest. They had finally done it. They came for new blood. They came for her one and only child. How could they? Narcissa braced herself as Draco entered the room.

"Ah, just the person I came to see." Snape said.

The rest did not matter. Of course Narcissa found out about Draco's ill-fated task, and new she would lose her son. She lost her son like she lost her husband. Each day was lived through worry, despite the little spell they cast in Severus' living room. She knew Draco was not EXACTLY like her husband. He started to show her his humanity, after all.

The doomed day was upon her and she stood by her owl all day. Periodically, Narcissa would send out a bird or two, but it did little to ease her.

Late that night, she got an owl that said thatDraco, her baby, her boy, her sonhad failed.

Failed.

Failed.

Failed.