Lucius let out a hiss of rage as he walked into his room. Narcissa looked up from the sofa.

"Why Lucius," she asked sweetly, "Wasn't Draco willing to please his Father any way he could?"

The glare her husband turned on her would have frozen a lesser woman, but she only laughed, 'Go slow on him Lucius."

"For heaven's sake! Narcissa! Would you STOP talking like I'm trying incest here?" he fumed.

She pulled a face, then asked, "Did he say who it was?"

"NO! Or…." A sudden, horrible look passed over his face "He couldn't have meant it. He couldn't have!"

"Meant what?"

"Potter!" Lucius snarled, whirling around on her.

"What?" And then realization struck, "Lucius- no!"

"He said, "Harry," but even Draco couldn't have fallen so low." Followed by his wife, he nearly ran out of the room.

Without bothering to knock he burst into Draco's room. Draco looked up from the letter he was writing.

"Did I imagine it Draco," his voice was low, very low, "Or did I hear you proclaiming you would 'share a bed with no one but Harry'?"

Draco nerved himself, "You did." He said, looking Lucius straight in the eye. There was the briefest flicker of gray. And then the blow fell.

As he looked up from the floor, he could see that his Father's face was tight with rage.

"I thought you would have some pride left, Draco." He snarled.

Draco tried to get up to his feet, but Lucius kicked out at him. Draco fell back, muffling his cry of pain.

"Lucius!" Narcissa ran forward, but was pushed back by her husband. Her wand went flying out of her hands.

"You will marry a Pureblood, Draco. And give me an heir!" Lucius seemed mad with rage.

"I will not marry…" the rest of his sentence was lost under Lucius' boot which crushed down on him. Bending down to pull him up, Lucius slammed him against the wall,

"You're pathetic, Draco," he said coldly into the gray eyes under his, "Descended from a line of aristocrats-a half-blood's whore!"

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"Draco? Draco, darling," his mother's anxiety pierced through the fog surrounding him. He sat up and realized he had slid down the wall. Lucius had left. Narcissa, desperately trying to fight back tears was running her wand over his bruises. As he stared at his mother's eyes, Lucius' words came back to him, "A half-blood's whore".

"Harry would like that." He smiled, before losing consciousness.

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"Lucius- its been 4 days now! Let him out!" Narcissa slammed her hand on the table.

"He has food, water and clothes Narcissa." Her husband didn't look up from the papers he was working on.

"how long are you going to keep him there, Lucius?" she asked furiously.

"Until we find the right girl."

"You- Lucius you aren't going to force him to marry!"

He looked up, surprised, "Of course I am, Narcissa. Do you have any other option? That we let him trail back to Potter perhaps?"

"Lucius- Draco…"

"Besides," a very ugly look passed over his face, "If Potter really does love him back, don't you think he'd come and try rescuing him? You know that the Dark Lord made good use of his 'noble' instincts."

"The Dark Lord was also killed by Potter." Narcissa snapped. Her husband's face darkened and she involuntarily took a step back.
Then he said in a frighteningly calm voice, "And what more noble task could I accomplish than killing him Narcissa? The trap is set. And Potter will come."