A/N: I'm on a roll again, Thanks for the reviewss :) I do like Lucius, just not in this story. This chapter is about abuse, I have seen abuse first hand and find it hard to put into writing.

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"You're going to tell him?" Lucius asked, his eyes wide in shock.

Narcissa nodded, "He deserves to know the truth about who you really are" she replied grimly.

She turned and headed back towards the Manor, leaving Lucius lying on the floor. Severus, Draco and Hermione followed her. Hermione felt a bit uneasy being inbetween a family feud, but she had nowhere to go, and by the looks of it, Draco needed her beside him.

She glanced at him and smiled faintly. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, "I'm scared" he mumured.

Narcissa led them into the dining room and motioned for Draco to sit down. He sat down on one side of the table, pulling Hermione down next to him. Severus sat next to Narcissa, opposite them.

"Well?" Draco began, "What the fuck is going on?"

Narcissa didn't answer straight away, instead she studied her hands thinking of how best to tell him. Her hands were shaking slightly, something Severus noticed. He placed his hand gently on top of hers, smiling slightly at her shocked face.

"It's Ok, He's not going to hurt you anymore" he said softly.

She seemed to draw courage from his comforting words, and looked up at Draco.

"It started whilst I was pregnant with you." She started, "Lucius didn't want a kid yet - he said we were too young. But I thought otherwise, I felt ready. Anyway, we had a fight about it and then Lucius came up with this idea. He said that - If I married him and swore not to leave him - then he'd let me keep the baby - you"

"Let you keep the baby?" Severus snarled, "It was your body, your choice."

Narcissa shook her head, "Lucius didn't see it that way. He said that if I turned him down he'd - he'd make sure the baby died."

She watched Draco, who had gone paler than usual. His face didn't show any emotions, but his hands did. They were clenched in fists under the table, his heart was racing. Hermione placed her hand on his leg and he unclenched his fists slightly but his heart continued to pound.

"So anyway" she continued hastily "I swore to him that we would get married as soon as possible and that I wouldn't leave him. I loved him a lot back then and felt like he truly was the one"

She sighed, "But that wasn't good enough for Lucius, he said he wanted me to prove it. He said that if I didn't do the Unbreakable Vow i'd regret it" she stopped, tears were starting to run down her face. She pulled out a tissue and wiped her eyes.

"I had no choice! I could of ran but what was the point? My family loved him, said he was the best thing to happen to me, but they didn't know what happened behind closed doors. No one did. If I ran he would of found me." She cried.

"So you agreed to marry him" Severus said, his voice laced in disgust.

"I wanted a baby more than anything, I couldn't let him hurt it. My family said it was all in my head, all the stuff he did to me. But it wasn't, I still have scars" and with that she pulled up her right sleeve. There was a large, purple bruise covering most of her forearm.

"Father did that?" Draco whispered. He couldn't take his eyes of off her arm. He swallowed hard and looked down at the table.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." She sniffed.

Draco slammed his fist against the table making everyone jump. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong! it's him! All he does is hurt us"

Severus turned to Narcissa, "He still abuses you?"

She nodded, "It used to be really bad. Stress, he said. When the Dark Lord fell it subsided a bit, but it didn't stop. Especially now everyone knows he's a disgrace." She looked at Draco, "I know he loves you - maybe more than he loves me. But he does care, Draco"

"Yeah, looks like it" Draco spat.

"He killed Yaxley, remember" She soothed.

"Wow, one nice thing in 17 years. That really makes it all better doesn't it?" He sneered, "I was never good enough for him Mother. I wasn't smart enough, I couldn't play Quidditch as well as Potter I was an embarrasment in his eyes"

A shuffle of footsteps alerted them to another presence. Draco looked up and narrowed his eyes, causing Narcissa and Severus to turn around. Lucius was leaning in the doorway, panting slightly. He slowly shuffled into the room towards Draco.

"Draco, don't listen to your Mother, she doesn't mean it." He said softly, "She's lieing thats all"

Draco jumped up and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Lucius's throat.

"Don't you DARE say that about her! She wanted me, she loved me - for ME. You just wanted a trophy son and I wasn't that - was I Father?" Draco snarled, "You wanted me to turn out like you, but why would I? You're a disgrace. You gave me money, you gave me - objects but you never gave me love!" Tears were starting to roll down his face but he ignored them.

"Draco, I do love you" Lucius whispered.

"No you don't or you wouldn't of let the Dark Lord turn me into a Death Eater. You care more about your reputation than me" Draco spat, pushing his wand deeper into Lucius's throat, causing him to flinch in pain.

"Draco, please. We can start again. You, me and your Mother" Lucius gasped. "I'll do anything"

"Anything?" Draco asked, his face blank and pale.

"Anything, Please" Lucius said, attempting to smile.

"Ok, Get out" Draco smirked, "We don't need you anymore. So go, no one here wants you"

"Draco, you don't mean that, please" Lucius begged. The second time in all of his life that he'd actually begged.

"Get out or I'll kill you" Draco shrugged, "Your choice. You're dead to me anyway"