~ooO Support : Narcissa Malfoy Ooo~

Narcissa Malfoy was thoughtful. She had heard a lot about Hermione Granger; first from her son, then Severus, then her husband, then her sister. Each and everyone had their own view about the mudblood witch: bushy-haired-horror, know-it-all, swotty, rule-worshipper. All of them had agreed the witch was devoted to Harry Potter. Narcissa had distantly wondered if the Potter boy would marry the mudblood when he broke from the Weasley witch.

In the months that had followed, in the recovery period, in the re-building, Narcissa had developed a grudging respect for the mud-no Muggleborn witch. She was brilliant, bright, and surprisingly creative and vicious. It was a pity about the bloodlines. If there had even been an inkling of magical ancestry in the Granger girl Narcissa would have pushed her son towards her.

Now Narcissa vaguely regretted not acting on her thoughts.

Now Hermione Granger was Queen and Salazar himself was her Consort.

Lucius was a fool to have supported Tom Riddle, a half-blood claiming to be pure-blood, a hypocrite and a destroyer.

Narcissa would be wiser, smarter than her husband. She would support Hermione Granger, Slytherin's wife, the Queen of Magical Britain.

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