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Narcissa Malfoy portkeyed right into the Malfoy Manor's living room. she looked around and when she spotted no one in her sight, she snapped her fingers. One house-elf, her personal elf to be exact, popped in front of her seconds after. The said elf bowed low and greeted her.

"Mistress Malfoy," it said. "Teely's happy to have mistress back. Shall Teely prepare something for Mistress?"

"Yes… a warm bath and tea should do, Teely," Narcissa said with her cold voice. "And unpack my luggage."

"Yes, Mistress."

Before the elf popped away, Narcissa called once again. "Do you happen to know where Lucius is?"

"Lord Malfoy is away, Mistress. Teely is said he will come a few days later."

"Very well. Off you go."

With the last statement sentenced, the house-elf was disappeared from the room. Narcissa breathed a huff of annoyance under his breath. With a billowing robe, she walked regally out of the room.

The woman was taking a leisure step to the stairs where it led to her and her husband wing when something odd caught her glance. The door to the private library was slightly open. She frowned because she knew exactly that the house-elves were never that careless. Besides, that area was, to put it bluntly, off limit for anyone else beside the family's members. On the other hand, she knew that it was not her son's time yet to be home.

She glided softly with a silence that put any cats to shame. Her hand was ready on her wand pocket. She stood before the door and peeked inside from the crate between the doors.

She stunned by what she saw. There inside the room, sat in a comfortable manner on a fluffy couch, a beautiful person she had ever seen. She could tell that the one in the room was a man, a very beautiful young man, despite his long raven locks that looked as soft as silk, his moon-pale skin, and his soft-delicate figure. She observed him for a while.

He appeared to be in a deep concentration on what he read. A very thick book was placed on his lap, his long slender finger ran through the worn paper and tapped on it lightly.

Narcissa was intrigued to find out who the young man was. She opened the door slowly and walked in quietly. The young man didn't appear to notice her yet. She stood, towering him by his side. Only then the young man gave a slight gasp and ever so slowly brought his head up.

Narcissa's blue eyes soon faced a pair of brilliant emerald eyes. She held the urge to sigh, instead she hardened her expression. The young man in front of her nervously bit his lower lip and quickly cast his eyes down. But what surprised the Mistress of the house for most was his lightning bolt scar that marred his pretty face.

Only one person in this world she knew with the scar. And considering the young man's age, which likely in about her son's, her suspicion was raised in significant degree. She narrowed her eyes. This place she called home was absolutely the last place he would like to be.

"Who are you?" Narcissa asked with a steel voice. When the young man once again looked up to face her and opened his mouth to answer with hesitant look, Narcissa beat him. "Harry Potter?"

The said young man closed his mouth and nodded. Harry chewed his lip again, showing that he was really nervous now, or better be said his emerald eyes showed that he was nearly having a panic attack. In his mind, somehow, this woman was more intimidating than Lucius.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Potter?" Narcissa drawled in mock politeness.

"Well…I…Mr. Malfoy brought me here…" then he scowled. "He kidnapped me…"

Narcissa raised her eyebrow. She drew a wand and Harry's reaction was drawing his wand himself and pointed it at her. Narcissa only smirked in amusement. She waved her wand and another couch was conjured in front of him. She sat down and crossed her leg elegantly after she pocketed her wand. She waited for his subdued reaction calmly.

Harry frowned. Slowly, he lower his wand and pocketed it back. He shifted slightly on his seat, Narcissa's piercing glance was making him very uncomfortable.

"Now, Mr. Potter, would you care to enlighten this issue to me?" she asked with let's-get-with-the-business' tone laced in her soft voice. "Perhaps, you should tell me from the start."

Harry looked at her before he sighed and his shoulder slumped in defeat. When she coughed, Harry looked up and met her critical glance. The young man straightened his posture and retold his story.

xXx

It had been two weeks already since Narcissa was home. To say that she was startled by what Harry had told her was an understatement, but being a Lady Malfoy she was trained to keep it well hidden. In those short amount of time, she was getting closer to the young man. Something affectionate stirred in her heart. She could not deny the pull from Harry, not only his physique but also his grown nature made her intrigued. She found it worthy to feel attached to him.

Harry on the other hand, was extremely pleased on his current relationship with the Lady of the house. While he was annoyed with Lucius and his constant flirting and teasing, the Lady was so strict yet warm and welcoming. He could see in her eyes that she felt something to him, the sparkle that he used to find in both his godfathers' eyes when they looked at him. Something affectionate, something familiar. He thought that perhaps it was how any mother could be. Narcissa Malfoy by any means was far from Mrs. Weasley's description, yet they were mothers nonetheless, their gesture was familiar towards him.

While Harry was really missed Mrs. Weasley's constant fuss about him, he found that Narcissa's calm sympathy for him was addicting. She didn't show any rage or pity in her ice laced voice, but he knew better that she had those sympathy in her blue eyes, her caress was so gentle, her soft tap on his back was so encouraging and her light squeeze on his shoulder was so calming. It's as if Harry knew she would always be there on his back, watch his every move, yet protected him from anything. It's as if she was a mother to him. So Harry opened up to her bit by bit. The young man revealed more and more about his life everytime they were set in talking mode. Harry knew to be exact, that both Malfoy's elders would meant him no harm, but still if he was about to choose he would choose to be with Narcissa in companion rather than Lucius.

"Off to your dreaming land, Harry?" Narcissa scolded sternly, then she sipped her tea. They were in the first name basis since about one and half a week before. "You know that it's not polite to do that when you have a formal tea party. But I will let it slide this time, considering there's only two of us here."

"I'm sorry Narcissa," he said in small voice, his head bowed down. "I… I couldn't help it, I mean…" Harry fiddled his long braided hair. "It's only a few weeks until the term ended."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow, "You're scared of meeting Draco?"

Harry gulped, "Yeah…that too… but for most, I…I couldn't help but remember that the commemoration of Sirius' death was nearing. In between these days, I remind myself of my selfish and foolishness that prized me my own godfather."

Narcissa studied him closely. She already knew that Harry was a very stubborn young man that could match Draco, she also acknowledge his low-esteemed side that sometimes drove him to be a very shy and withdrawing person, both her and her husband had already faced his Slytherin qualities by being mischievous, sly, and calculating, but they also knew that Harry by all means was a sweet, brave, trouble-maker, anything that screaming Gryffindor, anything but selfish. But the melancholy Harry, this was something new to her. And despite her disapproval of the new trait, she had a glee in her heart that she knew this side before than her husband. It's been like an understatement bet they both had concerning the true Harry, not The-Boy-Who-Lived. She fought the urge to smile at their own protective affections towards the youngling, it was like to have another son to be cooed and cuddled. She remembered to have seen the pressed fury in Lucius' eyes when she retold Harry's life story to him one night. She watched in amusement, forgetting her own rage, as Lucius had a serious expression when he sat by the fireplace and constantly muttering something about revenge.

"So you missed him?" asked Narcissa.

Harry turned his head, his brilliant emerald eyes showed pain and guilt. He nodded slowly, "Yes, I miss him so much!"

Narcissa sighed, "Okay, this evening conversation would go nowhere but this room. Deal Harry?"

"Uh…okay, I guess," Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. "You're not going to tell me, that somehow you have a way to bring him back, are you?"

For the first time, Narcissa smiled and mirth was shown in those blue eyes. "Why, of course not, Harry. No magic can bring alive any death. No, what I would like to tell you is a secret that even Lucius doesn't know any of it."

"Really?" Harry frowned. "And it has something to do with my godfather, yes?"

Narcissa nodded. She stirred her tea and took another sip. "I assumed that you already knew the fact that I and Sirius are cousins, don't you Harry?"

"Yeah... he showed me the Black Family tapestry. He said that you are his least favorite cousin along with Bellatrix Lestrange, he preferred your sister, Andromeda."

"You know, Harry. Our early ages didn't go that way. I loved my sister Andromeda a lot and to tell you the truth, I was close to her more than to Bella. She's fun, nice and such a sweet person. Bellatrix was the one who's being a bully." Narcissa had a far away look on her face. "Our few early years at Hogwarts were in peace. The feud made its appearance when I was in my third year, though the tensions were already there. I'm the youngest of the three, I have four years difference with Bella, Lucius, Snape and The Marauders, I'm sure you know who they are," at this Harry nodded. "I and Bellatrix were sorted into Slytherin while Andromeda, who two year older than me, was sorted into Gryffindor. So you see, Harry, Bella's influence was so strong on me. I never meant to be a nasty bully Slytherin, but somehow my relation with Bella and Lucius had a way to reshape me. And Andromeda and Sirius, more to Sirius actually, resented my action."

Narcissa gave a sad smile. "Sirius was openly accused Bella and Lucius about my changing attitude, and his bad relation with Snape only made it worse. Andromeda didn't scold me, instead she tried to change me back, but influences were rooted there, Harry, that's how a Slytherin should be. I said nothing at the time in fear that my house would exiled me, in the same moment, I really despised who I was. It's hurt, really, when Siri and Andy gave up on me. One of them was my favorite sister, while the other… well the other one was my crush, or should I say, my first love."

Harry's eyes widened, "Sirius is your first love!" he restated in shock.

Narcissa chuckled, "Unbelievable, I know, but that is true. I knew Siri since my early childhood, while Bella always said that she's not in standard to play with little kid, Siri and Andy loved to coo at me. And I loved to be their sole attention. Siri always be the one with the pranks, and he used to tell me first. I really adore his Slytherin side with the touch of Gryffindor. It made him a very brave one to pull any pranks to other houses even to teachers and always got away from punishment. Could you believe that? It's exciting and challenging at the same time. I always loved his spirit, seems like he never got older than seventeen when I saw him at his twenty-two because of that spark in his eyes, that's when your parents had you, Harry."

"I'm sorry Narcissa, I never knew…"

"Silly boy, of course you never knew. Sirius himself never knew my feeling 'till his last breath, then how could you?"

"I'm sorry for that too…" Harry apologized with guilt.

"Not your fault, Harry, you did it because of your love for him. You're still young and inexperienced, emotional teenager is tended to do something drastic and dramatic like that. But it gave you a lesson, didn't it? A lesson to make you mature and wiser in decision. Actually, I remember being silent to Lucius for weeks after that. I didn't go to Azkaban to visit him."

Harry fidgeted on his seat. "Do you… do you still love him, Narcissa?"

"Hm…" Narcissa seemed to think. "The aftermath of the first crush will never ceased, Harry, but no, I don't. I love Lucius with all my heart, though I expect you not to reveal this little secret to him."

"Do you happen to know about Lucius and my father's relation in school time?"

"If you're referring about Lucius' love for him, then yes, I know," Narcissa chuckled. "He was very silly at the time, Harry. Very un-Malfoyish. Lucius wooed James with all his might only to have your father scared away from him. Honestly, years of expressionless training gave him no good result at that time. Oh, and I still remember his childish tantrum when he knew that James saved Snape from Siri's prank. He's jealous for all can see but he denied it flatly. Their friendship was a bit off since that, only replaced with rivalry to win James' heart. Boys!"

Harry stared at her in dumbstruck. "How…how could you not hate me? I'm James' son, I mean… it would be natural if you afraid…"

"Afraid that Lucius might love the James in you?" Narcissa smiled understandingly. "You are your own person, Harry. Lucius is not a stupid man. He already accepted the fact that James had died and the said man never loved him back. I understand perfectly why Lucius was fallen for your father. As an Earthian, he was a very beautiful young man. I would tell that ones who didn't find him attractive were simply blind or have a bad taste. I couldn't find myself to blame him for his attractiveness, for it was the effect of his inheritance. Just like you, Harry. You are beautiful, and I can't help but feel proud myself that we, Malfoys, had you in our possession," she smirked.

Harry mumbled in annoyance, "I'm not a thing."

"Well, no. But to put it bluntly, you're ours, or should I say Draco's?" once again she smirked.

Harry blushed profusely. "Still I can't find a reason why Lucius asked me to be Draco's consort."

"It's a mere obsession, Harry. Just how to say it? Lucius was obsessed with you and your power. One for being an Earthian and the other reason for being the Gryffindor's heir. And don't forget that you have part of Dark Lord in you, which make you the other heir of Slytherin. Lucius wants to strengthen the Malfoy's blood, what other way could be better than having you in our family. It had been in his mind since…let's say five years ago?"

"WHAT! Since I'm twelve?" Harry yelled. "I can't believe his mind! What is he thinking! Besides, how did he know that I'm Gryffindor heir?"

"He had his way, Harry, the one you should never ask a Malfoy, unless you want to pollute that beautiful ideals in your mind."

"Does it include the question as to how Lucius get out from Azkaban?" Harry inquired warily.

"Well, if you want to know…" Narcissa drawled. Her looks gave enough answer to Harry about Lucius' dirty way to get himself out of the hell named Azkaban.

"Mm… I better skip it, I guess," Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. I guess my etiquette lesson really affected me already, thanks to Narcissa, Harry mused sarcastically.

"That's the other reason why Lucius switched sides," Narcissa gave another information.

"You mean…"

"Yes. Lucius had his own anger towards The Dark Lord, Harry. He felt like a trash that finally been thrown despite his long years of servitude. That's why, he and his friends decided that they no longer had a will to serve Him."

With her final sentence, those conversation was ended in a long silence. Narcissa sipped her tea for the last time before she stood and bid goodbye to Harry. She retreated to her wing to rest after she reminded Harry to be on time on their next etiquette lesson and after she told him that she already had a plan to have another go of shopping for him.

xXx

Weeks elapsed in a fast pace. Soon it was time for Harry to meet his soon-to-be husband. And that time was tomorrow. Harry was obviously nervous about their meeting time. And that didn't go unnoticed for both Lucius and Narcissa.

Since breakfast, Harry already spilled his coffee and tea thrice. And Weeny, Draco's personal house-elf, which likely had taken a liking at Harry, patiently wiped the stain away each time and constantly reassured it's Little Master, Harry's nickname from all of the house-elves that always be a teasing subject from Lucius, that it was very happy to served him and re-correct his mistakes. Weeny gladly helped Harry to change his stained clothes or re-braided Harry's hair which both activities were repeated more than twice that day. Narcissa held her mirth because in her opinion Harry looked like a lost puppy while Weeny was playing a role as his mother. She wanted nothing more than to hug him and whisper reassurances on his ear.

Her will was granted when the sun was set. She strolled down to Harry's room and knocked his door. After she got his permission to enter the room, she faced the boy in her mind sat in front of the mirror, strangled with his own hair in frustration. She smiled and walked in his direction. She took a brush and gently tended Harry's hair. Harry huffed heavily and that's all it took to make her gathered him in her arms. She patted his crown head lightly and kissed his temple. For the first time in that day, Harry was relaxed and actually smiled.

Both of them shared a look through the mirror and that was the time Narcissa asked Harry a question that had been in her mind since she knew about Lucius' proposal.

"Harry, I've been wondering for all this time," she looked seriously to the young man she viewed as a son. "Do you love Draco?"

Tbc…

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