A/N: Sorry for the delay…but the next chapter is nearly finished and will be up as soon as it's done. I don't think anyone would enjoy this chapter because I didn't…oh well here you go
About half an hour after Narcissa and Harry had left, Draco still couldn't wipe the smile off his face. He was more than happy to finally see his mother. She always looked beautiful and youthful, Draco knew that about his mother it was always in her presence. Now after not seeing her for six years, she still was beautiful and youthful in her looks, but this time she was younger at heart. It was as if her divorce from Lucius freed the person trapped behind a beautiful exterior and with Granger's help non the less.
He would be forever grateful to Granger. She was obviously a good influence on his mother. He still didn't understand why she hadn't resided in any of the mansions she had access to, or that she never turned to her own sister. But for him, it was enough that she walked away from Lucius, and Draco didn't really care where or with whom she lived, as long as she was happy with her circumstances, he was happy.
It was not like he had a right to intervene in his mother's matters just because he was her son. He had the opportunity to go back for her many times. He had even wanted to at many points over the last six years, but the pain of seeing Lucius again sacred him to a standpoint. And for a long time Draco hated himself for not having the courage to face his father, while his mother had to endure the shame and he was most certain ridicule at being tied to Voldemort. The only thing that could dampen his guilt was studying.
And study he did. He still had a few years left before he was a fully qualified Nuero surgeon but he took every available shift and even asked to stand in when he wasn't needed, just so he could get as must learning done. He would study in any spare minute he had and as somewhat of a consequence, he didn't have a social life. Unlike his fellow interns that spent a lot of time at the pub, Draco felt that he could only keep studying to at least make a right to his adolescent wrong doings.
In the kitchen he made himself a cup of coffee and made his way up stairs to his study. The smile still plastered on his face, he sat down at his desk and reached for his current text book.
Several hours later Draco was distracted still by the visit from his mother. His text book lay open on his desk, his highlighter still in his hand but his mind was far away. He was still stunned at the change in his mother. Never before would she even bother to ask about a girlfriend. She had never even asked or mused on his ambitions for his future. Now she showed genuine interest in him and not just let her fear for his safety override their relationship because of the actions of his father. She still had a long way to go in terms of familiarizing herself in the muggle world. Draco was just glad that she was trying. She even had a cell phone. He laughed out loud and was glad he wasn't in an exam or anywhere else. His colleagues already thought he was weird.
Draco was grinning from ear to ear at his thoughts about his mother when a black sheet covered his head and blinding him. An arm wrapped around his neck and dragged him off his seat.
"What the hell?" He screamed only to be apparated away.
After the heated chat with Hermione, Narcissa flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She tried in vain to steady her quicken breaths but it did not work. Her body was still on fire, if only Hermione was there to see it, or do something about it. She huffed out a breath of air and straightened her very creased black slip trying to make herself seem decent. She didn't have an audience or even a partner to be self-conscious around but this was something she had never done before. A sly smile graced her face as she thought about her en counter with Hermione over the phone. It was an idea she was horrified at, she even said that she would not do it by herself let alone while someone listened to her over the phone whilst in the act.
She glanced over at the cell phone, now lying on the bedside table. Ginny was right when the last time they met up. Her thoughts drifted back to the lunch they shared in Diagon Alley.
"So Hermione's been calling you?" Ginny asked over her salad.
Narcissa nodded absentmindedly.
"How is her search going?" Ginny probed, her fork pushing a piece of mesculan leaf around the plate.
"Now where."
"But it's been a month already."
"Tell me about it."
Ginny dropped her fork down on her plate and leant back in her seat, her arms folding across her chest. Narcissa impatiently sipped on a glass of water and then only just decided to meet the eyes of her lover's friend.
"I haven't spent that long away from Harry since we married or even before that actually." Ginny said carefully. "But I do know that there are ways to help Mione's absence seem less lonely."
"It still would not bring her back permanently." Narcissa deadpanned.
"No but you won't have to go to sleep wondering about what you two would be doing if she was here." Ginny tried not to laugh. She could tell by the tone in Narcissa's voice and in the manner of her actions that she was not in the mood for any dirty banter.
"Are you suggesting that I sleep with another?" Narcissa asked sharply.
"No." Ginny lowered her voice. "But you can have phone sex."
"What!"
"Shhhh…" Ginny hissed and leaned forward on the table. "Have phone sex."
"How on earth could we do such a thing if I can't even see her or even touch her." Narcissa hissed back. "This is absolutely ludicrous Ginerva."
Ginny began to giggle. Laughter threatened to consume her and she tried very hard to contain it. But the pissed off face of Narcissa Black was just too much for her. In the end Ginny threw her head back and laughed. People in the restaurant were beginning to look at them. By the time Ginny's laughter had subdued, Narcissa was extremely embarrassed.
"You really need to broaden your mind now that you are in a relationship with a muggle born." Ginny said quietly but seriously.
"Oh please en lighten me." Narcissa said sarcastically.
"Well I haven't actually experienced myself." Ginny said brightly ignoring Narcissa's sarcasm. "But I have heard that it works for couples who are at a distance or for those who want to spice up their relationship."
Narcissa raised her eyebrows.
"I think it might help you two." Ginny suggested. "It might not be the real thing but it's better than nothing at all."
Both witch's went quiet, Narcissa lost in her thoughts and Ginny wondering if she was right in giving Narcissa such blatant advice. Had she gone too far? Perhaps it was only for Hermione's ears and not that of her lover. Ginny forgot most of the time that Narcissa was a lot older than her, her husband and their friends. She even forgot that Narcissa was Draco Malfoy's mother. She even forgot about which side Narcissa stood on during the war. Really she didn't even care, what she did care about this time was the possibility of pushing Narcissa too far.
"I still don't understand how it could be achieved when there is no physical contact." Narcissa said after the long period of silence.
"Oh Merlin give me strength." Ginny muttered. She was relieved that she hadn't completely offended Narcissa. Now she realised that she would have to spell it out to the blonde. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but the reason why it is called phone sex. Is because there is no physical interaction between two people but the conversation on the phone is about descriptive sex while in the act of self-pleasure."
Narcissa was absolutely horrified and it showed.
"Say for example, Hermione calls and says that she misses you terribly." Ginny says gaining the confidence she nearly lost with the blonde. "And that she's as horny as hell. Then you tell her that you are wearing something sexy and you are touching yourself. Then BAM! You're having phone sex."
"Would you keep it down!" Narcissa hissed hoping no one was ears dropping on their conversation. "There is no way that would happen."
Ginny picked her fork back up off her plate and shrugged her shoulders. "Then you better hope she comes home soon or you two will end up doing it."
Narcissa smirked at the memory and silently thanked Ginny, even though she would never tell the red head. She tried to stifle a yawn and turned over to Hermione's digital alarm clock and grimaced at the time. It was nearly four in the morning and although her life was beginning to piece together she needed to sleep.
It felt like she had only closed her eyes for a few minutes when an annoying tap on the window awoke her. She was curled around Hermione's pillow and groaned out aloud. She ignored the tapping until it became that persistent she was fully awake. She slowly rose out of bed. "This better be important Ginny."
Once she got to the window and opened the curtain she glared at the familiar black owl. She contemplated on ignoring the owl but curiosity had gotten the better of her. She hadn't heard from Lucius since their fight before she moved out. What made him want to contact her now? She wondered.
Annoyed she opened the window and let the owl into the room. The bird dropped the letter on the bed and went and sat on the window sill. Narcissa went opened the window and let the bird out. She went over to the bed and snatched the letter up. She took deep breath before reading it.
I once said that you will pay for robbing me of what was not yours. Now I will take something that you hold dear to your heart. Just like you reunited with Draco, recently, so have I.
Narcissa grimaced and reached for her wand. Many things ran through her mind as she quickly cast a scourfying charm and then gathered some clothes together. She knew Lucius had Draco at Malfoy Manor. But she couldn't understand how he found him so quickly after only she and Harry had found him. Her heart thudded that powerfully in her chest that she could feel her pulse beat quickly at the back of her throat. She changed clothes, put shoes on and grabbed her cell phone and quickly apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor.
As she walked through the hallways and up the stair case of her old home, she tried to convince herself that Lucius did not have Draco and was only drunken rambling and bitter about their divorce. She didn't know what she would do if Draco was hurt, she didn't know how she would react. She really wished Hermione was there for her. She checked Lucius' office and then the library and found both rooms empty. She decided to check Draco's old room and headed to the left wing of the Manor. In Draco's fifth year at Hogwarts he asked if he could have the left wing as his quarters. Narcissa of course asked why and all her son said was that he wanted some privacy to rub the nob. Narcissa still did not know what Draco meant but even back then in her confusion she gave him what he wanted. Even after he left she never changed anything in his room in the hopes that he would come home one day.
As soon as she got to the left wing of the Manor, she began to walk briskly toward Draco's old room. The entire Manor was always cold and always had an eerie feel to it. It just felt so foreign to her after spending so much time at Hermione's flat, where the flat had so much life and character to it, the Manor was always and only ever as dead as the poor souls that resided in it. She reached the door and opened it quickly.
She gasped when she saw Draco lying on the floor before his bed curled into a ball. Lucius stood over their son with his wand pointed at him. He smirked when he looked up and found her standing at the door. She began to breathe hard in order to control her anger. Draco was her weakness, Lucius knew that, he had always known that. From the moment he was born he was everything to her. So much so that by the time it came for him to go to school, she absolutely refused to send him to Durmstrang, where Lucius wanted to send him. Sending him to Hogwarts was bad enough for her. She finally met the cold grey eyes of Lucius and sneered.
"I knew you'd come to watch the show." Lucius panted. He looked down at Draco and kicked him in the ribs for good measure. "Don't even think of throwing a hex or curse, just a waste of time if there is a protegro protecting me."
Narcissa clenched her wand in her hand and growled.
Draco opened his eyes and looked at her. His face was bloodied and bruised, his eyes pleading. "Go Mother." He said weakly.
"Look Narcissa, your son all of a sudden has the heroism he never had when we bloody needed it seven years ago!" Lucius spat. "Too bad it will end for him though."
"Go Mother!" Draco had gained strength in his voice.
"No." Narcissa said forcefully. "Whatever it is you want Lucius, leave Draco out of it. It is between you and I."
"Why when I get the joy in seeing you squirm!" Lucius laughed bitterly and then yelled. "Curucio!"
Draco's body shook involuntarily and Narcissa screamed.
"I will do anything!" She pleaded. "Anything!"
Lucius held the spell longer. He smirked at Narcissa who had dropped to her knees begging.
"You say anything!" Lucius moved his wand. Draco's body stopped shaking and he laid limp.
"Anything!" Narcissa met his eyes.
Lucius tucked his wand under his arm and began to remove his robes. "Get on the bed."
Narcissa balked.
"On the bed!" Lucius warned. "Or I'll kill him!"
Narcissa slowly rose to her feet. She threw her wand down and took her jacket off slowly placing it on the ground. She walked forward trying to hold back the tears as she passed her son. She stopped before the foot of the bed. Her heart had sunken as further as it could of. So much happiness over the last couple of weeks felt like a cover for the reality that had come crashing down on her.
Lucius grabbed Narcissa by her hair and threw her on the bed. She fell on her stomach and tried to get back up. He was in the middle of un buckling the belt to his and yanked it out and whipping her across the back. She whimpered in pain and he smirked.
"Not so cold and reserved are you!" He laughed. Wand in his other hand he cast a spell quickly removing her clothes. He looped the belt around her neck, tightening it before roughly pulling her head back. She chocked and he smiled.
"This is what happens when you cross me." He sneered in her ear before thrusting into her from behind. To his surprise she was a tight as he could remember, he shuddered and thrust harder. For once he actually loved the sounds coming out of her mouth, chocking and sobbing at the same time.
Narcissa couldn't control her tears and it didn't help that he was choking her. She held herself as still as possible. She hurt, inside of her hurt like hell, as he pumped in and out of her she tried to hold back the sobs. Even when he pulled the belt tighter, she tried to hold her sobs, but it didn't last for long. She broke, the strong woman that left him was not there to keep her company while he raped her. She tried to close her eyes and picture a happy place or a time when she was happy but Lucius' would either bite, slap and even punch her back to reality. What absolutely shattered her was that Hermione was not there to save her.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!"
Lucius abruptly stopped and turned back toward the door. Draco was standing at his full height of six foot and he looked very angry.
"Nothing and no one can stop me!" Lucius spat back. "You both deserve this!"
"Just let us go!" Draco demanded.
Lucius scoffed and in his arrogance was about to thrust into Narcissa in front of their own son, before she said. "The cell phone Draco."
Lucius not knowing what a cell phone was ignored his pathetic ex-wife and rammed into her. He laughed when she screamed. He knew she never liked the idea of anal sex, they had fought about it a long time ago. "I see I'm the first to take you in both holes!"
He was so caught up in his glory that he didn't hear Draco talking. And a few moments later he didn't even hear the door open, or he felt was a stinging hex before he collapsed on the bed.
As soon as he dropped Narcissa pulled the belt off her neck. She kicked him off the bed and wrapped the sheet across her body. The tears hadn't stopped they just continued to flow even more. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She knew that there was a pool of blood surrounding her and she knew it belonged to her, she could feel between her legs and on her things. She could even hear the voices in the background but she could hear what they were saying, it was all just a blur.
"Narcissa" A gentle voice whispered from beneath her. "Cissa"
The blonde parted her hands to see Ginny. The red head had crouched down at her feet, she looked concerned. Ginny reached out to put her hand on Narcissa's knee but then decided against it. "Harry and Draco have taken him out of the room."
The blonde wiped her tears and nodded.
"Narcissa.." Ginny began. "I think I should take you to St Mungos, just to get you checked out."
Narcissa shook her head.
"I know that it is still early morning but I think that there will be hardly any people." Ginny gently urged. "We need to get you healed."
"I'm not going Ginny." Narcissa found her voice, though it was shaky it was firm. "I just want to go home."
Ginny caved and nodded. "Then Harry and Draco can meet us there."
"No, they come too."
"Cissa, Harry is rounding the other Aurors in to take Lucius away." Ginny frowned. "Draco has to be there because he is the only witness you have."
"No, they are not taking Lucius anywhere." Narcissa said icily. "They are coming home with us."
Ginny stood and put her hands on her hips. "You mean to tell me that you are actually going to let that prick get away with abduction and rape?"
Narcissa met Ginny's eyes with the same fire and growled out. "I want this to be forgotten. And if I want this to be forgotten, it will be!"
"Oh for fuck sakes." Ginny muttered and walked away.
When a very confused Harry and Draco returned with a pissed off Ginny, Narcissa had achingly gotten changed and tried to tidy herself up a bit. Her whole body ached from Lucius' onslaught but she tried not to let it show.
"Mother, why aren't you going to make sure he pays for what he's done?" Draco demanded.
"I just want to go home and forget about what happened." Narcissa said slowly. As she walked toward the door, she tried very hard not to wince at the pain in her private parts. "And you three aren't going to do anything but leave with me."
"You can't let him get away with it, Narcissa." Harry warned. "There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of."
Narcissa stopped at the door and turned to face the dark haired man. "As I said, Harry, I just want to forget it even happened."
"What about Hermione?" Ginny joined in. "How would you explain to her that you let him get away with it."
Narcissa closed her eyes and sighed.
Why would Mother have to explain anything to Hermione? Draco thought.
"I just want to go home." Narcissa repeated.
"Fine." Ginny, Harry and Draco muttered at once.
After being back at Hermione's flat for an hour, Narcissa had healed parts of her body with a few spells. She had showered and then looked in the mist ridden mirror at her throat and neck, it was marred with blue ugly bruises and red angry marks from the belt, she tried her best to conceal it with a charm. She knew Hermione kept a few vials of sleeping potion and poured one into Draco's drink. It was not long after a few sips of his fire whiskey he felt drousey and Narcissa lead him to the spare room or what Hermione called the library.
She gathered her wits about her and entered the lions den.
"I can't believe you could let him get away with it Narcissa." Harry shook his head.
"Then believe it Harry, because it is happening." Narcissa retorted as she sat down on the sofa next to Ginny.
"This could have gotten him sent straight to Azkaban!" Harry paced with his fire whiskey in his hand. "Is that not what you would have wanted?"
"I don't know how many other times I have said this, but what I want is to forget about it!" Narcissa shrieked. "I don't care what he done, I just want to forget."
It was on the tip of Harry's tounge to say something more but the look he got from his wife stopped him.
"What about Mione, Cissa?" Ginny said quietly. "After that had happened you haven't mentioned her once. And we really need to call her so that she can come back to you."
Harry watched as Narcissa's face sunk. For a few moments it looked like she was going to cave in as the vulnerability showed in her eyes. But then that vanished as quickly as it came and was replaced with nothing but ice. "She doesn't need to know."
"WHAT!" Mr and Mrs Potter shrieked.
"I don't want her to ever know what happened." Narcissa looked them each in the eyes.
"You….you don't know what you are asking Narcissa." Harry paced even faster. "She is my best friend, it was me who convinced her to let you stay and if she ever found out that I knew, she'd kill me."
"I agree." Ginny whispered. "There is nothing to be ashamed of Narcissa. Even when you were giving those relics to her, she never looked at you as if you were someone to be pitied with the poor wife who got cheated on syndrome. You need to tell her because Harry and I could lose her if you don't."
"You won't lose her." Narcissa said quietly but determinedly. "And I will not tell her and neither will you."
"You don't know what you are asking!" Harry yelled. "Draco doesn't even know you two are together and what, you want to hide that from him as well? Think about it Narcissa. Just because you spent your whole life on the perfect image doesn't mean to say that Hermione would give a fuck seeing you less perfect than what you were before she left!"
Narcissa's eyes narrowed almost like a cat. "Then we will make an unbreakable vow!"
Ginny jumped to her feet. "You can be serious! I'm telling you now Narcissa, if she finds out that you hid this from her, and that we knew. We could all lose her."
"She won't because we will make the vow." The blonde whispered. "And I'm begging the both of you, I may not have a good enough reason, but I do not want her to ever know."
Hermione's living room was silent all three were deep in their own thoughts.
"On one condition." Harry spoke up.
Narcissa and Ginny looked at him.
"Yes." Narcissa said.
"That you tell Draco about you and Hermione." He said firmly. "She deserves that much from you."
Narcissa nodded.
Much later and alone in their bed, curled around her lovers pillow, Narcissa cried herself to sleep. Harry and Ginny did not know how she longed to have her curly haired witch with her. Even after they took the vow she knew they still didn't understand her actions. She didn't either.
The weather was very humid even at eight o'clock in Guatemala. Camilla wore a light black dress, she really didn't think that it would stay on her for long. But she had to wear something. She made her way into the lobby of the hotel Hermione was staying and spotted the curly haired witch at the bar.