Never Again by blueslusher48

Rating: R
Genres: Angst
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 6
Published: 04/06/2007
Last Updated: 17/06/2007
Status: In Progress

Malfoy's life was changing faster than he could keep up with, and one of those changes
includes being The-Traitor-Who-Saved-Our-Sorry-Butts, as Potter liked to describe him. Of course,
the reason he had that title was because of one red headed witch, but he wasn't ready to admit
that fact. That information would have to be pried out of him. WARNING! Violence, abuse, and
alcoholism present in first chapter. Strong language present throughout




1. Never Again
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**A/N**: This is my first story on Portkey, and I apologize if it's not up to par. It is
not yet finished, but as the 7th book is coming out, I felt that I should get it out
there before the cannon version of the end comes out. So here it goes, a story based of the
Nickelback song `Never Again'

Chapter 1: Never Again

“Narcissa Black, will you marry me?” the figure asked, looking up at her from his position on
his knees, the small velvet box held open, revealing its contents to the blonde: a white gold
banded ring with a large, princess-cut diamond in the center, a small emerald on each side.

“Of course I'll marry you Lucius,” she whispered softly as the blonde man slipped the ring
onto her left ring finger. He stood up and she threw her arms around him in a back breaking hug
before she let go, using her left hand to turn his chin towards her, using her right hand to pull
him down into a long, passionate kiss.

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“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Lucius lifted up Narcissa's veil
at the minister's words, and their lips met in their first kiss as husband and wife.

“A toast! To my son and the new Mrs. Malfoy. May you enjoy a long and prosperous life together.”
Abraxas Malfoy held up his glass of wine at the reception, and everyone else in the room did so as
well, toasting them.

The couple shared their first dance, their wedding cake, their first glass of wine. As the night
progressed, Narcissa noticed Lucius drinking more and more, getting slightly drunk, but she thought
nothing of it. As soon as the reception was over and they had opened their wedding presents, they
were given a farewell as they left to catch a portkey for their honeymoon.

**He's drunk again, it's time to fight** **** **She must have done
something wrong tonight** **** **The living room becomes a boxing ring** **
** **It's time to run when you see him** **** **Clenching his hands**
**** **She's just a woman** **** **Never Again**

“Get away from me Lucius, right now,” Narcissa warned, her fists at the ready. She could smell
the Firewhiskey in his breath. It was the third time that week he had come home drunk. They had
only been married a year, but it had gone from good to bad to worse. With every passing week, he
got drunk more often and came home, expecting her to have everything for him, and if she
didn't, he would beat her for it.

The increasing pressure from his father was getting to him, Narcissa knew that, but he was
handling it the wrong way. He didn't have to get drunk to spite his dad. His dad never saw him
drunk. Only Narcissa did. At the young age of 20, Lucius still had a full life ahead of him. On the
road he was headed, he would be lucky to make it to 30 without dieing from alcohol poisoning.

“You don't have to get the Mark, Lucius. You don't have to do this! Please, think of us.
We could have a family. You can't let the Dark Lord take that away from us,” she begged.
That's all she wanted from her husband, was for him to accept himself, to want to start a
family.

“SHUT UP NARCISSA!” he roared, advancing on her. Her eyes darted around the room for a way out.
He would never remember this in the morning. She would be safe coming back, but she had to get out
now. “My father wants me to join the ranks of the Dark Lord, and he is my father. I may be married,
but I still do as my father tells me to. If I don't, he will have me killed. Without batting an
eyelash. Is that what you want? How can you have a family if you're husband is dead?” With each
word he said, his voice grew louder and Narcissa became more and more scared of him.

**I hear her scream, from down the hall** **** **Amazing she can even talk at
all** **** **She cries to me, Go back to bed** **** **I'm terrified
that she'll wind up** **** **Dead in his hands, She's just a woman**
**** **Never Again**

Before she had a chance to run, Lucius had her pinned against the wall with his hands, and she
screamed before he had a chance to get his hand on her mouth. He quickly covered her mouth, and she
struggled against him as he held her, whispering his apologies and giving her his reasoning for
what he was doing.

Suddenly, he cried out in pain, pulling his hand off her mouth and shaking it violently, sending
a small splattering of blood onto the wall. “Damn it Narcissa, what was that for?” he cried,
looking at his punctured hand, the teeth marks visible.

“Get your hands off of me, Lucius,” she hissed, anger evident in her eyes as she glared at
him.

“Fuck you,” he muttered as he backhanded her, leaving a red mark as her neck snapped around from
the force of the blow. “That's for screaming,” he murmured softly, his gray orbs burning into
her blue ones. His fist connected with her jaw. “And that's for biting me.”

A thin stream of blood trickled out of the right corner of Narcissa's mouth as she glared at
him. He blinked, loosing concentration for a mere second, and she took advantage of it, slipping
under his arm and running up to their room. She used her wand to securely lock the door against all
charms and human attempts just as Lucius started to pound on the door, demanding she open the door.
The pounding eventually stopped as he disappeared downstairs to the kitchen, most likely getting
more to drink. She fell into a troubled sleep, knowing this wasn't over yet.

**Been there before, but not like this** **** **Seen it before, but not like
this** **** **Never before have I ever** **** **Seen it this bad**
**** **She's just a woman** **** **Never Again**

“Why was I locked out of the bedroom this morning, honey?” Lucius asked the next morning as he
sipped at his coffee. He had no recollection of the night before. To hide the bruises, Narcissa had
performed a concealing charm, and he didn't even remember that he had hit her again. Everything
was back to normal

“Oh. I thought I heard someone in the house last night before you got home so I locked myself in
the bedroom before you got here. I must have fallen asleep without unlocking it. Sorry, Lucius,”
she lied, giving him a forced smile, her jaw aching from where he had hit her.

**Just tell the nurse, you slipped and fell** **** **It starts to sting as it
starts to swell** **** **She looks at you, she wants the truth** ****
**It's right out there in the waiting room** **** **With those hands** **
** **Lookin just as sweet as he can** **** **Never Again**

“Why the hell is she in here Lucius?” Severus Snape asked the blonde man as they both paced the
waiting room of St. Mungos.

“I told you Snape! I don't know! I got home and she was on the floor of the kitchen in the
middle of a pile of glass. It looks like she dropped the bottle of Firewhiskey, bent down to pick
it up, slipped in the spilled alcohol, and fell onto the glass. I didn't do anything, so
don't give me that accusing look!” he growled as he paced, knowing the truth of what had really
gone on.


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Inside her room, Narcissa was being treated for face wounds. Lucius had come home drunk again,
and she had gone to hide the Firewhiskey so he couldn't drink anymore. He had grabbed it and
they had struggled for it, causing it to fall to the floor. He had gotten angry with her and had
kicked her in the stomach. She had collapsed to the ground, her face landing in the glass, and when
he had gone to forcefully pick her up off the ground, the glass had ground into her face. He had
rushed her to St. Mungos, threatening her with worse punishment if she dared to tell anyone what
had really happened. He had told her what to say about what happened, how she had dropped the
bottle, slipped, and cut herself.

She had heard Severus arguing with Lucius outside her room, and for a moment, she wished she
would have gone for him instead of Lucius. Severus really was concerned about what happened to her,
unlike Lucius, who was causing this. Severus could sense that something wasn't being told, and
he knew that what Lucius was saying wasn't the truth. He had always been good at that.

**Seen it before, but not like this** **** **Been there before, but not like
this** **** **Never before have I ever** **** **Seen it this bad**
**** **She's just a woman** **** **Never Again**

“You better not tell ANYONE what happened, you hear me? If you do, I SWEAR I will kill all of
your friends and make you watch me do it. And don't even think about leaving me either, or I
will kill you. AFTER I kill your precious Snape. I've seen the way you look at him. I see the
desire in your eyes, the desire you once reserved for me. I will NOT have my wife going off to be
with that scum bag, even if I work with him now,” Lucius hissed as he shoved her into their
room.

“I wouldn't think of leaving you Lucius. Not when I'm having your child,” she whispered
to him, and she closed the door into his face.

Lucius stood outside the door for a few moments in shock. He was going to be a father. This
couldn't be true. He was only 20, how could he be having a kid already? He wasn't ready for
that kind of commitment, but he knew that he would have to go through with it. He needed an heir to
the wealth he would one day receive from his own father. “It better not be a girl, that's all I
have to say,” he stated to the closed door, unsure if she had even heard him. She had, and she
grimaced. He would kill her when he found out she was having their daughter in only 5 months
time.

**Father's a name you haven't earned yet** **** **You're just a child
with a temper** **** **Haven't you heard "Don't hit a lady"?**
**** **Kickin' your ass would be a pleasure**

“Where is she, Malfoy?” Severus asked, his voice cold with anger.

“I told you, Narcissa isn't home right now. She went off to some exercise thing,” he said
casually, leaning against the doorframe of his mansion as he gazed out at Severus coldly, his long
blonde hair partially obstructing his eyes.

“LUCIUS! She's 7 months pregnant! I don't think she is going to be exercising at some
place when she's pregnant!” he cried, trying to get a look into the house.

“Well, that's where she said she was going. Maybe she went drinking. Oh bugger off, Snape, I
know she's pregnant, I was kidding when I said she was drinking. Don't take everything so
damn seriously,” he hissed as he stepped back into his mansion, slamming the door in Snape's
face as Snapes started to yell and pound on the door.


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Lucius stomped up to their room, throwing open the door to reveal Narcissa, sprawled on the
floor beside the bed, curled into a ball, sobbing. The floor was covered in blood, and this made
Lucius get even madder.

“What the FUCK happened here!” he yelled, pulling her to her feet. “Why is there blood on my
carpet? I want an explanation for this Narcissa Malfoy, and I want it NOW!” He practically screamed
at her, and she started to cry harder.

“Damn it Lucius, you made me lose the baby! That's why there is blood on your precious
carpet. It was stillborn because of you! When you kicked me in the stomach, something happened, and
when whoever it was at the door came and you left, I gave birth to your daughter, except she was
DEAD,” she cried, her fear, pain, and maternal instincts causing her to be extremely emotional.

“Good. No Malfoy should have a girl for an heir,” he hissed, and Narcissa looked at him, hatred
in her eyes.

“I HATE you Lucius. I hate you with all my life. I can't believe you just said that. I lost
our child, don't you even CARE?” Her tears had dried as anger took over.

“No. It was only a girl.” His gaze was cool and collected. Narcissa hit him in the arm before
running out of the room to the guest bedroom in tears, locking the door and falling onto the bed,
crying out in pain from the labor and the bruises from when he had attacked her.

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“I'm sorry `Cissa, I know how much you wanted that baby,” Severus said softly, giving her a
hug. Because he and Lucius worked together, he and Narcissa had become better friends, and he had
worried about her ever since she and Lucius had married a little over a year ago.

“It was one of those things that couldn't be stopped Sev, but I feel so dirty. My daughter
died, and I don't think Lucius even cares because it wasn't the son that he wanted,” she
whispered, crying onto his shoulder. She still hadn't told him about everything that Lucius did
to her. Snape would have killed Lucius, and Narcissa didn't want that.

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20 years passed with similar events happening. Lucius would get drunk, harm Narcissa in some
way, and she would go crying to Severus. Exactly one year after she gave birth to her daughter that
never saw the light of day, she gave birth to a baby boy with the same pale blond hair of his
mother and the haunting gray eyes of his father. He was named Draco Malfoy, and he was the only
reason Narcissa survived the coming years. She had her son to look after, a son that really loved
her. But she was powerless to protect him, just as she had been powerless to protect herself from
the wrath of a drunken Lucius.

Draco began to notice his fathers state when he was 5. It was the first time that he had been
allowed to stay up after 8, and he had been sitting in his mother's lap, reading a book to her
when his father had stumbled into the foyer, drunk beyond all reasoning. Narcissa had quickly stood
up, instructing Draco to go up to his room quickly and quietly, and he had done so. 10 minutes
after she told him to leave, he had stood outside the door, listening to his father lay all the
blame of his own failure on her, and he had heard Lucius hit his mother. It was then that he ran to
his room, not fully aware of what had happened, but the events of that night were embedded in his
brain for the rest of his life.

After that first incident, he had begun to notice things. Like how there were always healing
potions in all of the bathrooms. How the elves paid particular attention to his mother. And how
there was a bottle of Firewhiskey in his father's study that was always full when he walked
past it going up to his room and always empty when he walked past it going down to breakfast.

The beatings had started at age 7, when he still hadn't begun to show signs of his magical
abilities. Narcissa had pleaded with Lucius, telling him that he was sure to show them soon, and
wouldn't it just slow the process down if his body had to continually heal itself. That had of
course turned Lucius' rage on her. The cycle continued, Lucius beating Draco or cursing him for
not showing his abilities, Narcissa pleading with Lucius to stop it, Lucius turning on her, and
Draco sneaking away to his room, climbing into bed, his door magically locking itself and his cuts
healing themselves over night. If Lucius had paid any attention to his son, he would have known
that Draco had been showing signs of magic since he was 3 years old.

**He's drunk again, it's time to fight
Same old shit, just on a different night
She grabs the gun, she's had enough
Tonight she'll find out how fucking
Tough is this man
Pulls the trigger just as fast as she can
Never Again**

“I'm through with you, Lucius. I'm not going to let you hurt me any more,” she hissed as
she backed towards an end table.

“What are you going to do Narcissa? You haven't a wand anymore, remember? I took it away
after I caught you spilling your guts to Snape. I couldn't have you going any farther and
telling him what I do when I'm drunk, now could I? Or you telling him it was my fault you lost
the first baby? No, that would be horrible for my reputation in this society. And I was doing so
good at hiding my evil streak.” He grinned maliciously at her as she backed away from him.

“I can't believe you destroyed this family. You and your damn attraction to the Dark Lord.
You sold your life to him, and he repays you by getting you stuck in Azkaban. I thought I was free
from your stupidity when you got thrown in there, but you managed to escape and come back to haunt
this family. You never cared about this family, or me! You lied to me, you asshole!” she yelled,
slowly opening the drawer, glad he was too inebriated to notice that she was doing something behind
her back.

“Oh, but you love me. You know you do, Narcissa,” he murmured, taking a step towards her.

“Fuck you, Malfoy,” she hissed, making a mad grab for the loaded Muggle revolver. She had it
out, but it went off before she had it aimed at Lucius. Then her fingers were slipping off the gun,
and she saw his wand pointed at her.

**Seen it before, but not like this** **** **Been there before, but not like
this** **** **Never before have I ever** **** **Seen it this bad**
**** **She's just a woman**

Draco Malfoy, age 19, was startled awake by the sound of a gun going off right below his
bedroom. He sat straight up in bed, throwing the covers off of himself and practically sprinting
out of his room as he heard another gunshot ring through the Manor, his wand lying forgotten on his
bed stand. He bolted down the stairs and into his father's study, skidding to a stop as he
noticed the scene in front of him. Before he had a firm grip on the reality before him, he
practically flew across the room, consumed by anger and hatred.

**Never Again**

**A/N:** Sorry for any grammatical mistakes. I do not currently have a beta, as the only
person I know who could beta is no longer taking stories to edit. If anyone is interested, just
review saying you're interested. That would be amazing! Hope you enjoyed the first
installment

P.S.: Don't worry, this story quickly turns to Ginny/Draco conflict

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2. In the News
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**A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed, and a bigger thanks to my new beta, Emmalyne. It will be
she that saves you from all of my ramblings and grammatical errors. I know that the previous
chapter had nothing to do with the ship, but it kind of sets the stage for how Draco got to be how
he is.** **Now on to the good stuff.**

**Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to anything except the plot.**

*Malfoy Couple Dead, Son Hospitalized*

No further information is being disclosed on this case. Aurors were seen removing two bodies
early this morning, and sources say that the bodies were those of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa
Black-Malfoy. There was no sign of their only surviving relative, son, Draco Malfoy. Only moments
after someone spotted the Malfoys being removed from the premises, news came from someone who had
been at St. Mungos. Draco was there, in a coma, the Healers unsure of the exact cause. Tests are
being performed, but the source refused to offer any other information. Keep reading for any new
information on the infamous Malfoy family, or what is left of it.

*Malfoy Awakes*

Draco Malfoy, the sole heir to Malfoy, Inc., as well as to both the Malfoy and Black estates,
awoke from his coma just this morning, two months, one week, and six days after entering the coma
for unknown reasons on the night of his parent's death. Although the Prophet requested an
interview, Malfoy declined. He would only say one thing about the whole situation. “My father is
dead. That is all that matters.” Malfoy seems to be blocking the fact that his mother is dead as
well, or he is less concerned about that fact than the fact that his father is dead.

*Truth in Words*

True to his word, Draco Malfoy has taken huge steps towards clearing the Malfoy name of
everything that it has stood for in the years since the rise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Just 3
months after he woke up from his coma and gave his press statement, he has shut down the part of
Malfoy, Inc. that is known for its underground dealings in Dark artifacts, instead changing the
whole face of that part of the company so that it now deals with Muggle affairs as well, something
that is probably making Malfoy Senior roll over in his grave. Malfoy has also completely cleaned
out Malfoy Manor of all Dark artifacts, allowing the Ministry to completely go through his home and
remove anything suspicious looking, as well as showing them some secret rooms that Lucius Malfoy
kept things in. A complete scan was done of the Manor, and once the Aurors searching the place were
certain it was free of anything suspicious, they made a public announcement that Malfoy Manor was
no longer home to anything illegal. His earlier stay in St. Mungos proved the theory that he was a
known Death Eater wrong. He does not have the Dark Mark, something that cannot be removed or
permanently glamoured away. The day after his Manor was searched, he allowed himself to be put
under the influence of Truth Serum and was asked many questions dealing with charges that have been
impending for years. After three hours of interrogation, Draco Malfoy was relieved of charges
including but not limited to: the torture and killing of Auror Alastor Moody and the torture and
cause of insanity of Percy Weasley. No further details of the trial are being released, but Draco
Malfoy has been absolved from all charges against him and his name.

*Weasley Girl Gone Missing*

Ginevra Weasley, daughter of Minister of Magic candidate Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley, was
reported as a missing person early this morning. Not long after the report was filed, an extensive
search began for the only female Weasley. Tracking spells turned up dead ends. Forced interviews
with suspects revealed nothing. It appears that the girl has disappeared off the face of the
Earth.

*He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Gone*

Harry Potter has finally fulfilled the prophecy made some 18 years ago. He has brought about the
downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Potter had set up a large search party for Weasley, with
who's family he is friends with, the party consisting mainly of highly trained Aurors. After
much curse breaking performed by William Weasley, the group was able to discover the location of
the female Weasley. Potter and his partners in crime, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley,
disapparated to the location, insisting that the small numbers would ensure more of a surprise
attack. The trio had been given the confirmation of the exact location of where
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was residing by an unknown source. The information was correct, and the
three ambushed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, gaining the upper hand, as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did
not have any of his loyal servants present as the trio arrived. Although the Death Eaters soon
began arriving, the time without them was enough for Potter to gain the upper hand on
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Further details are unknown, but the trio returned to the Ministry with
news that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and most, if not all, of his followers had been killed in the
battle. The dreaded out-and-out war that was known to be soon approaching was avoided at the
destruction of most of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's followers. Unfortunately, the trio did not
find any signs of their initial target, Ginevra Weasley, nor did they return with anything relating
to her. With He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gone, finding Ginevra Weasley may never be an option for the
wizarding world.

*Unexpected Hero*

One week after the downfall of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and three weeks after her disappearance,
Ginevra Weasley has been rescued, and by the most unexpected person. Progress had been made in the
tracking of Weasley, and her location was pinpointed: For three weeks, she was held captive in an
old, dilapidated shed located in a field next to her childhood home. Expecting resistance to her
rescue, a team of well trained Aurors assisted Harry Potter in the ambush of the shed. Only moments
before their exit, Draco Malfoy, son of former Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, arrived at their location
with unknown useful information for the attack. The ambush went off with only one hitch: there was
no sign of Ginevra Weasley. Once the dust had literally settled and the two surviving Death Eaters
had been taken into custody, the Aurors were still dumbfounded as to the location of Weasley. Then,
out of the pile of rubbish that had once been the shed, a board suddenly shifted, and the remaining
Aurors who had been left behind to work on discovering Weasley turned their attention to the
movement, wands drawn. What they saw next was not something they expected. From underneath the
wreckage emerged Draco Malfoy, covered in dust and carrying the limp form of Ginevra Weasley in his
arms. While the others had been fighting the Death Eaters, Malfoy had stealthily begun to search
the shed. Unfortunately, the secretive man was not up to revealing much about the rescue.
“She's alive. That's all that matters.” The Ministry is not releasing any further
information on the case at this time.

An ebony colored wand trailed over the edge of newspaper articles, effectively cutting them out
where the tip of the wand touched. Long, pale fingers gathered the articles and brought them to a
mahogany desk, and the owner of the hands sat down, a large, leather bound book lying on the desk,
open to the first blank page. One flick of the ebony wand by the pale fingers caused the articles
to arrange themselves in chronological order, the pages turning when needed to accommodate the
scraps of paper. A glass of amber liquid was sipped at slowly. Long after the spell was finished
and the book simply lay open, the person sitting at the desk sat staring at the open pages. More
specifically, one article. And every time the silver orbs passed over the line *Weasley Girl Gone
Missing* the normally steady, reliable heart seemed to skip a beat. Normally still fingers
drummed against a well-muscled thigh. Normally steady breathing was erratic.

Overall, Draco Malfoy was a mess.

**A/N: Yes, I know it's short. Don't worry, the next chapter makes up for it ten times
over. This story is still in the making, so I won't be updating constantly otherwise you would
run out of story real quick. Hopefully a large chunk gets done before school starts up again
because it takes up half my life. Example of this: Until I posted this story, I had not touched it
since the day before classes started last August. This is probably** **too much info, but to me,
it****'****s essential that everyone knows this. I also know it will not be updated again
until I get back to the states. I'm currently studying in England, and on Tuesday I leave for
Germany and then France, and I don't know if I'll have access to internet until I get home.
Anyways: till next time!**

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