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Her vision was clouded, she couldn't see, she was lying down but she felt a weight on her chest, restricting her breathing. Things slowly started to seep back into her thoughts. Her throat was on fire. She could now make out that there was a figure over her. Lucius? She could feel hot breath on her neck, it reeked of alcohol. She could feel a hand running down her leg. She tried to blink away the blur, it felt like she had been kicked in the head. A chill ran up her spin as she felt goose bumps rise on her legs because of a rush of cool air on bare skin. The outline of the figure was becoming clear, he definitely did not possess the striking, long blonde hair that belonged to Lucius. She blinked a few more times, then the face came into focus. Rowle. She tried to scream but made no sound. He grinned maliciously. She tried to struggle but he was too heavy and her head was pounding. He was pulling up the end of her dress, up over her knees and when it reached her hips, it started to tear. It were falling away in stripes, exposing her body to him. She could hear a bone chilling laugh then the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. She fought harder and harder but the more she tried, the less effective it was. She was still trying to scream as he began touching her all over. Then she was being shaken, did she hear a voice?

"Narcissa! Narcissa! Wake up!"

Light blinded her as she opened her eyes then seconds later, Lucius came into focus. His face was drawn and gauntly with dark circles around his eyes. She was breathing heavily, the memory of the nightmare lingered in her thoughts as she frantically looked around. She was in her room, in her bed, in a night gown with Lucius sitting to her left looking extremely anxious still clutching her shoulders.

"Now don't try to talk, just, calm down. You're alright." Lucius said as he slowly released her shoulders. She sat up, unconsciously pulling the blankets up to her neck, and tried to calm her pounding heart. She let one hand fall to her side and Lucius immediately covered it with his and began stroking her hand with his thumb. She genuinely smiled at the gesture; she was the luckiest girl in the world. Narcissa finally spoke up.

"What happened last night?" She inquired softly.

"I was hoping you could tell me. Do you not remember anything?" Lucius was puzzled.

"I... I remember going to dinner, and going outside to wait for you... Rowle was thrown out of the pub and came stumbling down the street. He... He tried to touch me... Said we could, 'have some fun', so I slapped him... Then it gets a bit fuzzy... I, ah... I remember being on the floor... screaming... he... he was touching my leg... then... you... you are the last thing I remember..." She looked down at their now entwined hands, slightly worried she didn't remember more.

"That's ok," he said for her comfort, "it might all come back later. How are you feeling?"

"Um, my head hurts a little, but I guess I feel ok."

"Well that's no surprise, considering the current colour of your face. You took quite a knock last night."

"What? What's wrong with my face?" She reached up, all of a sudden very self-conscious. Her cheek was much too warm to the touch and quite swollen, but the bruising had covered her jaw and eye socket overnight.

"It's nothing a quick healing potion won't fix. Really, don't worry about it." He smiled and patted her hand with his other. "I shall go and find your mother, you slept a little longer than we expected."
"Why? What time is it?"

"Lunchtime. She gave you a sleeping draught last night so you could rest. I arrived early so I would be here when you woke. Stay here; I'll fetch your mother." He lent forward and placed a light kiss on her forehead, and with that, he had slipped his hand out of hers, risen from the bed and made his way from her room.

Lucius descended into the entrance hall and to Cygnus' study. He knocked twice, and waited to hear an invite to enter the room. It was Druella that spoke, he opened the door and addressed her immediately. "Mrs Black, Narcissa is awake."

"Oh good, now she can be attended to." And Druella swept past Lucius into the hallway. Lucius turned to follow her but was stopped by a male voice.

"Mr Malfoy, I'd like a word." Cygnus commanded.

"Certainly." Lucius replied, trying to keep a straight face. He entered the room, closed the door and made his way to stand in front of Cygnus' desk with his hands behind his back.

"Now, what happened to Mr Rowle after the, err... Incident?"

Lucius was quick to reply, standing ever taller as he spoke, "He was taken care of..." The look that covered Lucius' face spoke a thousand words; wicked and unforgiving.

"Was he now? Alright then. You may go." Cygnus understood perfectly. It was no secret the Malfoy's were into dark magic, everyone knew, but the Malfoy's were too powerful to medal with so they were left to their own devices, but then again, so were the Black's. Lucius left the room, much in the same fashion as Druella and made his way back to Narcissa's room. He knocked, then heard permission to enter the room and opened the door to see Narcissa had just finished a potion. He knew exactly what it was because the bruising on her face immediately began to fade. Within the minute, she looked back to her radiant self.

"Now Narcissa, you must stay in bed and rest." Said Druella sternly.

Narcissa replied, "But mother, I feel fine."
"No, no, you need to rest."

"Really Mother, the potions have worked, I'm fine. A little hungry maybe, Lucius would you mind escorting me to the dining room?" She was near pleading. In all honesty, she actually felt great, except for the memory of the nightmare still fresh in her thoughts, but otherwise, she didn't want to stay in bed all day.

"Of course Narcissa." Lucius spoke, bowing his head slightly. Druella was nearly showing her frustration.

"Excellent, now, could you both kindly step outside so I can dress?" Druella hesitated but left in a flurry and carried on down the hallway and back onto the first floor. Lucius quietly left the room and closed the door behind him.

Narcissa was rather pleased with herself that she had managed to outdo her mother. She didn't want to stay in her room, she felt perfectly fine, even if that was only so, because of the potions. She didn't care, she could talk to Lucius about it during the day. She dressed quickly in navy robes and pulled back her hair then examined herself all over in the mirror before making her way out into the hallway where Lucius was waiting for her. He offered her his arm which she took and the pair descended the stairs.

"You gave me a fright last night. I thought he was... um, you know..." He gave her a look of deep concern as they made eye contact.

"Oh! Oh no, I don't remember everything but no, he didn't. Although I'm sure that is what he had in mind..." Letting herself trail off, Narcissa now felt disgusting just thinking about it. From the look on Lucius' face, he felt much the same.

"Vile creature, I'm going to make him wish he was never born." Said Lucius as they reached the bottom of the stairs, a vengeful taste in his mouth.

"Please don't hurt him. I don't want you getting into trouble."

Lucius nearly laughed, he smirked instead, "Well it's too late for that my dear. Much too late indeed."

AN: Sorry for another short chapter, I had intended on it being longer but the more I wrote, it didn't fit well as the end of this chapter. Next chapter is exciting for those who are keeping up, I promise ;)