The sky seemed to mimic the storms that brewed in their hearts. Hermione curled up and lay her head on Narcissa's chest. It seemed that last night had invoked Narcissa's inner animal and Hermione treasured it. Into the wee morning hours their appetited were not sated, and Narcissa grew more and more confident. Hermione smiled as the woman took her, drove her to depth between pleasure and pain as she screamed for more. Narcissa was a gentle and passionate lover, but those few times… Hermine shuddered.
"Are you cold dear?" Narcissa asked as she felt Hermione shiver against her. Hermione rolled onto her back and looked up to the woman that sat braced against the headboard of the bed. Hermione smiled.
"No, I was remembering," said as she slid up Narcissa's body. She straddled her lover's lap and cupped her face with her hands. Hermione felt Narcissa's breath hitch as hands slid up her thighs and rested on her hips. Hermione arched into Narcissa as she scratched the sensitive skin at her hips and then her eyes met Narcissa's. Narcissa looked to the window and saw the sky. She reached her arms around the woman in her arms and placed her head against Hermione's chest as Hermione slipped her arms around her shoulders.
"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked in Narcissa's ear.
"I just found you," Narcissa hugged Hermione to her tighter, "I can't give you up."
"I was thinking about that too, and you will need proof just in case," Hermione said as she pulled back from Narcissa so she could see her. Narcissa cocked her head to the side, "When I grow up I will be bullied, and thought down upon because of my bookworm ways. My middle name is Jean and I will live in Crawley. These are things that should not be influenced in the timeline due to what you know. What day and year was it when you exploded into my life?"
"I believe it was October 14th 1978," Narcissa thought unsure. Her days bled together before she hurtled to the future.
"I haven't been born yet," Hermione said lightly, "Narcissa, love, this will sound very … strange but you will be about the same age as my mother when she gives birth to me when you give birth to your son." Hermione paused, and bit her lip as Narcissa looked away from the woman she held in her arms. Her eyes glassed over at the implications of age.
"Will that be alright love?" Hermione timidly asked.
"Would you even want me in the future? What if I am a hag, unattractive, dare I say old?" Narcissa felt fingers tip her head up to meet her gaze. Hermione smiled, and a warmth filled Narcissa as her kiss brushed her lips.
"You are gorgeous at 47 lover," Hermione blushed, "There was a time when Harry, Ron, and I ran into you and Draco in Diagon Alley to buy new robes and you took my breath away. Your beauty is striking, but cold. I could not see you as a woman who could love heatedly, and passionately," Hermione kissed Narcissa deeply then pulled back, "I now know that's not true." Narcissa held Hermine to her and placed gentle kisses on her throat
"Do I have to go back, Hermione?" Narcissa pled with the woman. Hermione let a tear slip down her cheek at the pain she heard.
"Yes, Love, you have to return, but," Hermione grabbed Narcissa cheeks and with a fire in her eyes looked her in her blue orbs, "When the time comes, and it will, I will reach out for you, Please, do not deny me. Please Narcissa find a way to get us back to this moment." Narcissa nodded and kissed Hermione. Her kiss was heartfelt and a breeze picked up in the room. Narcissa and Hermione recognized the magic oath that had been made, but they kept their eyes closed as for one last time they the moved with the other. They look from the other, they gave to the other every single bit of love they could. When Hermione confessed her love, when she said those 3 little words, I… Love… You, she wept at what she was going to leave behind. When Hermione slipped into her whispering I love you over and over with each and every smooth, gentle stoke in and out of Narcissa she cried. Hermine never stopped saying those words, those words that confirmed that she would be lost to this woman forever.
When they got their clothes on, and Narcissa gathered her bag ready to go, Hermione held her hand as they walked down to the potions labs. They stood in the place where it all began and neither one could bring their eyes to the other. Narcissa felt pain tear at her heart, and Hermione felt a dark wave wash over her. Hermione pulled out a small hand mirror, and gave it to Narcissa.
"It is charmed to show you anyone you want from your memories. If you ever want to see me again, just call on the mirror, and I'll be right next to you. I know it is a small gift, a torturous one at that, but it is better than nothing," Hermione let her fingers caress Narcissa's as she took the mirror. Narcissa looked at it and whispered Hermione's name and she watched as the mirror replayed their time last night, then her smile in the Great Hall after the food fight, and the stillness of sleep as she laid on her back and simply breathed. Narcissa threw her fingers to her mouth to stifle the whimper as she felt the finality of this choice.
Hermione grabbed her roughly and planted her lips on Narcissa's and drank once more, devoured her mouth once more then placed the chain around them. Hermione spun the hour glass once, twice, thrice, while saying the incantation and then the day before the accident.
There was a vague sense of the universe flying in the wrong direction as years zipped past them faster than it possibly ever could. When the images stopped they were standing in the potions lab. Hermione looked around and noticed the shelves, and the cauldrons, the messy stack of essays on the teacher desk. Narcissa looked around and her shoulders slumped. She was back.
Narcissa slipped out from under the chain and pulled Hermione to her. Then she stepped back. Hermione looked at her with watery eyes. Narcissa saw Hermione's hand reach out the go back down to her side making a fist.
"I love you," Hermione said as she reversed the spell quickly. Before Narcissa had a chance to respond Hermione winked out of existence, back to her future. Narcissa's knees gave out and her hit the floor. She clutched her stomach as she felt her body freeze and go empty. She didn't stay like that for long. She had a new purpose, a new destination. For the first time since Hogwarts, the felt like a Black again. She noted the position of the sun, and nodded. She made her decision to take back her life. On to Gringotts.
Narcissa arrived just as the doors opened. When she walked up to a teller she gave her wand and requested to see a person in charge of wills, and to have a Blood Inheritance test done. The goblin gave her a strange look but complied. No more than 5 minutes later a goblin with stingy black hair, rather young looking for a goblin bowed to her.
"I am Scrollblade and I will assisting you with your requests. Please follow me Mrs. Malfoy," Scrollblade led her to a room in the back. It was a small room, but the chairs were comfortable, and the fire felt nice. She seemed to feel cold ever since she stepped from Hermione's arms.
"Which would you like to take care of first, the Blood Inheritance check or the will?" Scrollblade asked as her folded his gnarled fingers over the others.
"I would like the inheritance check done first, then I would like to revise my will, please" Narcissa spoke softly, but clearly. Scrollblade walked over to Narcissa asked for her hand and punctured her palm. He took out what looked like litmus paper and fed it into a small Goblin-made device. It analyzed her blood and Scrollblade tilted his head.
"Interesting Mrs. Malfoy. According to this test you are not only the owner of the Black assets, but of quite a few other vaults as well. Much older Vaults," Scrollblade produced a list with a quill and parchment, "Your husband signed his companies over to you so you actually have majority control of the Malfoy vaults, and companies. Due to your family disowning your sister, and cousin, and your other sister being certifiably insane, and the disappearance of your other cousin you have inherited the Black vaults, but you are also owner of two other vaults. The Agrippa vaults, we were convinced he had no blood lineage left to claim these and the de Arc vaults in France." Narcissa let this seep in. How in the hell did her father not know they were related to Cornelius Agrippa? And what of Joan de Arc? Narcissa Kept her mask up but her mind raced. How much was she worth?
"What are the assets of the two extra vaults, Scrollblade?" Narcissa asked but tired not to appear too interested. She didn't want to let it show she finally found her way out. Scrollblade looked at the vaults listed, and his face stretched into what could hopefully be called a smile.
"Mrs. Malfoy, with the two older vaults, you have quite a lot of liquid assets, and about 10% of the wizarding world money in just those two vaults alone. The vaults were invested splendidly, and since we thought they were lost we had the vaults on a medium risk, medium yield investment ratio. Then you add your control of the Black vaults, and Malfoy stocks and monies, you are a very wealthy and powerful witch."
Narcissa took a deep breath.
"I thought that the Black Fortune went to the Lucius as a dowry? Please explain this?' Narcissa was confused, how could she have so much control, so much money and not know it? Lucius that's how.
"It was actually the other way around. The Malfoy family paid the Blacks for your hand in marriage. They felt it would be more lucrative later. And safer."
"Explain, please," Narcissa eyed the goblin and he chuckled.
"The Malfoy's are a notoriously dark family, and some of their dealings with the public and their companies or not very, how does one say, legitimate. They have the necessary paperwork and can stand up in court but it is not the first time a Malfoy put the bulk of the finances into their wives names without them knowing to take a financial, as well as political fall for their husbands."
"So I am being used?"
"That is one way to put it Mrs. Malfoy," Scrollblade sat there waiting for his next question or his next point of business.
"I would like to draft a will please, "Narcissa paused as Scrollblade picked up his quill and a fresh parchment, "I, Narcissa Malfoy, soon to revert back to my previous name of Black, of sound mind and sound body, wish to leave everything regarding the Malfoy accounts, and the Black accounts to any children I may bear in the event of my death. If in the event of a divorce Lucius will get nothing, and if I am to take a partner again in the future they will inherit the Agrippa, and de Arc Accounts. If that event does not come to pass, control of those two accounts will pass to my children."
Scrollblade smiled in that crazy goblin way, "As you take your Black name you will become the Black family Head. Do you wish to divorce your husband in the near future Madam?"
"I do not know the future," Narcissa lied, "But something is brewing, and I need allies on my side. Not a man who will manipulate me into thinking I was his toy." Scrollblade looked at Narcissa.
"You are a strong woman Lady Black. The Goblin Nation admires strength and character. I feel in the future you may need help, and we absolutely abhor your husband. If you should need that help, you may have the assistance of the Goblin Nation," Scrollblade offered, throwing Narcissa off.
"I greatly appreciate and except your offer of assistance however I have to ask, what gives you the power to make this offer to me?" Narcissa asked carefully. The goblin sat back and relaxed as he folded his fingers together.
"I have the power granted by my father, Ragnok," Scrollblade answered. Narcissa stood and offered her hand in friendship to the goblin prince. She asked for an edited version of the will omitting the information about the older vaults and left. Scrollblade watched her leave. He had no idea what the future held but he knew she might one day change the face of it.
***
"Hello husband," Narcissa said as she waited in the tearoom for Lucius. She watched as he walked to the coat rack and placed his traveling robe, hat, and gloves on to the stand. Narcissa took a sip of her brandy and waited for her husband to address her. When he turned to look at her he looked at her skeptically. She let a cold smile slip across her lips as she noticed his distrust. Good let him be on guard, she thought.
"What seems to have made you rather happy, wife," he asked as he walked to her and slipped his hand to her neck and then without warning grabbed her from behind. He ran his lips over her cheek, and squeezed her tighter. She let a small squawk escape her throat. She thought of Hermione, and the night and morning together, and summoned strength. She had her wand in her hand as it sat in her lap and she flicked it wordlessly, and smiled as Lucius pulled his hand back, fingers twisted from the spell and she slowly stood walking , no stalking toward him.
"You bitch, how dare you? I'm your husband and you obey me!" Lucius howled as he lashed out at her, she sidestepped and flicked her wand again and she actually winced at the sound of his knee crunching, shattering beneath skin.
"You don't ever touch me again unless I want you too. Swear it!" Narcissa said and Lucius glared up at her and spat, she flicked her wand to her husband's ankle and closed her eyes as his foot twisted in an awkward position. Another scream.
"Swear it on your magic! Swear on your magic that you will not have me killed, you will refrain from brutalizing me, and you will not touch me unless I permit you too," Narcissa said in a soft voice as she knelt down next to him. He lashed out. Another flick had him on his side as his other fingers contorted.
"Say it Lucius, and this all goes away, the pain, the suffering. It will vanish," Narcissa looked down to the sniveling mess of a human being she called a husband. He nodded in pain.
"Say it allowed, swear it on your magic, Malfoy," Narcissa watched him coldly. When he looked into her eyes he saw a coldness in her he had never seen. Gone was the wife he took for granted, and beat, and raped, and made his. Gone was the woman who could be manipulated. He did it. He swore on his magic. She healed his injuries, and when she finished he reached for her, and slammed her against the wall, and struck her with the back of her hand. She stood up and smiled at her stupid husband. She began to laugh maniacally.
"You temperamental, and foolish little man. You swore on your magic just 30 seconds ago. Did you not think it would actually work," Narcissa wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth away, "I have you by the balls now Lucius. What is the wizarding world going to do when they find out you are now a squib," Then Narcissa walked to him and picked up the parchment, and gave it to him, when he read it his eyes widened. She walked over to him with her wand in her hand and he backed up into the walk.
"Your soul purpose in this house is to give me a child Lucius, other than that I have no use for you," She looked him over a reveled in his fear of her then walked away from him toward the stairs, "You should have never have thought a Black would take your abuse. I got my revenge, and any child will be mine, and my vengeance will ultimate."
Narcissa walked to her bedroom and once there she warded the door. She slumped against it and slid to the floor. She let the day's stress take her and she broke. Losing the woman she loved, gaining her power, gaining her independence, and taking everything from Lucius made her physically and emotionally shatter. Curled in a ball and whispered her lovers name over and over.
Hermione,
Hermione,
Hermione.
The sky seemed to mimic the storms that brewed in their hearts. Hermione curled up and lay her head on Narcissa's chest. It seemed that last night had invoked Narcissa's inner animal and Hermione treasured it. Into the wee morning hours their appetited were not sated, and Narcissa grew more and more confident. Hermione smiled as the woman took her, drove her to depth between pleasure and pain as she screamed for more. Narcissa was a gentle and passionate lover, but those few times… Hermine shuddered.
"Are you cold dear?" Narcissa asked as she felt Hermione shiver against her. Hermione rolled onto her back and looked up to the woman that sat braced against the headboard of the bed. Hermione smiled.
"No, I was remembering," said as she slid up Narcissa's body. She straddled her lover's lap and cupped her face with her hands. Hermione felt Narcissa's breath hitch as hands slid up her thighs and rested on her hips. Hermione arched into Narcissa as she scratched the sensitive skin at her hips and then her eyes met Narcissa's. Narcissa looked to the window and saw the sky. She reached her arms around the woman in her arms and placed her head against Hermione's chest as Hermione slipped her arms around her shoulders.
"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked in Narcissa's ear.
"I just found you," Narcissa hugged Hermione to her tighter, "I can't give you up."
"I was thinking about that too, and you will need proof just in case," Hermione said as she pulled back from Narcissa so she could see her. Narcissa cocked her head to the side, "When I grow up I will be bullied, and thought down upon because of my bookworm ways. My middle name is Jean and I will live in Crawley. These are things that should not be influenced in the timeline due to what you know. What day and year was it when you exploded into my life?"
"I believe it was October 14th 1978," Narcissa thought unsure. Her days bled together before she hurtled to the future.
"I haven't been born yet," Hermione said lightly, "Narcissa, love, this will sound very … strange but you will be about the same age as my mother when she gives birth to me when you give birth to your son." Hermione paused, and bit her lip as Narcissa looked away from the woman she held in her arms. Her eyes glassed over at the implications of age.
"Will that be alright love?" Hermione timidly asked.
"Would you even want me in the future? What if I am a hag, unattractive, dare I say old?" Narcissa felt fingers tip her head up to meet her gaze. Hermione smiled, and a warmth filled Narcissa as her kiss brushed her lips.
"You are gorgeous at 47 lover," Hermione blushed, "There was a time when Harry, Ron, and I ran into you and Draco in Diagon Alley to buy new robes and you took my breath away. Your beauty is striking, but cold. I could not see you as a woman who could love heatedly, and passionately," Hermione kissed Narcissa deeply then pulled back, "I now know that's not true." Narcissa held Hermine to her and placed gentle kisses on her throat
"Do I have to go back, Hermione?" Narcissa pled with the woman. Hermione let a tear slip down her cheek at the pain she heard.
"Yes, Love, you have to return, but," Hermione grabbed Narcissa cheeks and with a fire in her eyes looked her in her blue orbs, "When the time comes, and it will, I will reach out for you, Please, do not deny me. Please Narcissa find a way to get us back to this moment." Narcissa nodded and kissed Hermione. Her kiss was heartfelt and a breeze picked up in the room. Narcissa and Hermione recognized the magic oath that had been made, but they kept their eyes closed as for one last time they the moved with the other. They look from the other, they gave to the other every single bit of love they could. When Hermione confessed her love, when she said those 3 little words, I… Love… You, she wept at what she was going to leave behind. When Hermione slipped into her whispering I love you over and over with each and every smooth, gentle stoke in and out of Narcissa she cried. Hermine never stopped saying those words, those words that confirmed that she would be lost to this woman forever.
When they got their clothes on, and Narcissa gathered her bag ready to go, Hermione held her hand as they walked down to the potions labs. They stood in the place where it all began and neither one could bring their eyes to the other. Narcissa felt pain tear at her heart, and Hermione felt a dark wave wash over her. Hermione pulled out a small hand mirror, and gave it to Narcissa.
"It is charmed to show you anyone you want from your memories. If you ever want to see me again, just call on the mirror, and I'll be right next to you. I know it is a small gift, a torturous one at that, but it is better than nothing," Hermione let her fingers caress Narcissa's as she took the mirror. Narcissa looked at it and whispered Hermione's name and she watched as the mirror replayed their time last night, then her smile in the Great Hall after the food fight, and the stillness of sleep as she laid on her back and simply breathed. Narcissa threw her fingers to her mouth to stifle the whimper as she felt the finality of this choice.
Hermione grabbed her roughly and planted her lips on Narcissa's and drank once more, devoured her mouth once more then placed the chain around them. Hermione spun the hour glass once, twice, thrice, while saying the incantation and then the day before the accident.
There was a vague sense of the universe flying in the wrong direction as years zipped past them faster than it possibly ever could. When the images stopped they were standing in the potions lab. Hermione looked around and noticed the shelves, and the cauldrons, the messy stack of essays on the teacher desk. Narcissa looked around and her shoulders slumped. She was back.
Narcissa slipped out from under the chain and pulled Hermione to her. Then she stepped back. Hermione looked at her with watery eyes. Narcissa saw Hermione's hand reach out the go back down to her side making a fist.
"I love you," Hermione said as she reversed the spell quickly. Before Narcissa had a chance to respond Hermione winked out of existence, back to her future. Narcissa's knees gave out and her hit the floor. She clutched her stomach as she felt her body freeze and go empty. She didn't stay like that for long. She had a new purpose, a new destination. For the first time since Hogwarts, the felt like a Black again. She noted the position of the sun, and nodded. She made her decision to take back her life. On to Gringotts.
Narcissa arrived just as the doors opened. When she walked up to a teller she gave her wand and requested to see a person in charge of wills, and to have a Blood Inheritance test done. The goblin gave her a strange look but complied. No more than 5 minutes later a goblin with stingy black hair, rather young looking for a goblin bowed to her.
"I am Scrollblade and I will assisting you with your requests. Please follow me Mrs. Malfoy," Scrollblade led her to a room in the back. It was a small room, but the chairs were comfortable, and the fire felt nice. She seemed to feel cold ever since she stepped from Hermione's arms.
"Which would you like to take care of first, the Blood Inheritance check or the will?" Scrollblade asked as her folded his gnarled fingers over the others.
"I would like the inheritance check done first, then I would like to revise my will, please" Narcissa spoke softly, but clearly. Scrollblade walked over to Narcissa asked for her hand and punctured her palm. He took out what looked like litmus paper and fed it into a small Goblin-made device. It analyzed her blood and Scrollblade tilted his head.
"Interesting Mrs. Malfoy. According to this test you are not only the owner of the Black assets, but of quite a few other vaults as well. Much older Vaults," Scrollblade produced a list with a quill and parchment, "Your husband signed his companies over to you so you actually have majority control of the Malfoy vaults, and companies. Due to your family disowning your sister, and cousin, and your other sister being certifiably insane, and the disappearance of your other cousin you have inherited the Black vaults, but you are also owner of two other vaults. The Agrippa vaults, we were convinced he had no blood lineage left to claim these and the de Arc vaults in France." Narcissa let this seep in. How in the hell did her father not know they were related to Cornelius Agrippa? And what of Joan de Arc? Narcissa Kept her mask up but her mind raced. How much was she worth?
"What are the assets of the two extra vaults, Scrollblade?" Narcissa asked but tired not to appear too interested. She didn't want to let it show she finally found her way out. Scrollblade looked at the vaults listed, and his face stretched into what could hopefully be called a smile.
"Mrs. Malfoy, with the two older vaults, you have quite a lot of liquid assets, and about 10% of the wizarding world money in just those two vaults alone. The vaults were invested splendidly, and since we thought they were lost we had the vaults on a medium risk, medium yield investment ratio. Then you add your control of the Black vaults, and Malfoy stocks and monies, you are a very wealthy and powerful witch."
Narcissa took a deep breath.
"I thought that the Black Fortune went to the Lucius as a dowry? Please explain this?' Narcissa was confused, how could she have so much control, so much money and not know it? Lucius that's how.
"It was actually the other way around. The Malfoy family paid the Blacks for your hand in marriage. They felt it would be more lucrative later. And safer."
"Explain, please," Narcissa eyed the goblin and he chuckled.
"The Malfoy's are a notoriously dark family, and some of their dealings with the public and their companies or not very, how does one say, legitimate. They have the necessary paperwork and can stand up in court but it is not the first time a Malfoy put the bulk of the finances into their wives names without them knowing to take a financial, as well as political fall for their husbands."
"So I am being used?"
"That is one way to put it Mrs. Malfoy," Scrollblade sat there waiting for his next question or his next point of business.
"I would like to draft a will please, "Narcissa paused as Scrollblade picked up his quill and a fresh parchment, "I, Narcissa Malfoy, soon to revert back to my previous name of Black, of sound mind and sound body, wish to leave everything regarding the Malfoy accounts, and the Black accounts to any children I may bear in the event of my death. If in the event of a divorce Lucius will get nothing, and if I am to take a partner again in the future they will inherit the Agrippa, and de Arc Accounts. If that event does not come to pass, control of those two accounts will pass to my children."
Scrollblade smiled in that crazy goblin way, "As you take your Black name you will become the Black family Head. Do you wish to divorce your husband in the near future Madam?"
"I do not know the future," Narcissa lied, "But something is brewing, and I need allies on my side. Not a man who will manipulate me into thinking I was his toy." Scrollblade looked at Narcissa.
"You are a strong woman Lady Black. The Goblin Nation admires strength and character. I feel in the future you may need help, and we absolutely abhor your husband. If you should need that help, you may have the assistance of the Goblin Nation," Scrollblade offered, throwing Narcissa off.
"I greatly appreciate and except your offer of assistance however I have to ask, what gives you the power to make this offer to me?" Narcissa asked carefully. The goblin sat back and relaxed as he folded his fingers together.
"I have the power granted by my father, Ragnok," Scrollblade answered. Narcissa stood and offered her hand in friendship to the goblin prince. She asked for an edited version of the will omitting the information about the older vaults and left. Scrollblade watched her leave. He had no idea what the future held but he knew she might one day change the face of it.
***
"Hello husband," Narcissa said as she waited in the tearoom for Lucius. She watched as he walked to the coat rack and placed his traveling robe, hat, and gloves on to the stand. Narcissa took a sip of her brandy and waited for her husband to address her. When he turned to look at her he looked at her skeptically. She let a cold smile slip across her lips as she noticed his distrust. Good let him be on guard, she thought.
"What seems to have made you rather happy, wife," he asked as he walked to her and slipped his hand to her neck and then without warning grabbed her from behind. He ran his lips over her cheek, and squeezed her tighter. She let a small squawk escape her throat. She thought of Hermione, and the night and morning together, and summoned strength. She had her wand in her hand as it sat in her lap and she flicked it wordlessly, and smiled as Lucius pulled his hand back, fingers twisted from the spell and she slowly stood walking , no stalking toward him.
"You bitch, how dare you? I'm your husband and you obey me!" Lucius howled as he lashed out at her, she sidestepped and flicked her wand again and she actually winced at the sound of his knee crunching, shattering beneath skin.
"You don't ever touch me again unless I want you too. Swear it!" Narcissa said and Lucius glared up at her and spat, she flicked her wand to her husband's ankle and closed her eyes as his foot twisted in an awkward position. Another scream.
"Swear it on your magic! Swear on your magic that you will not have me killed, you will refrain from brutalizing me, and you will not touch me unless I permit you too," Narcissa said in a soft voice as she knelt down next to him. He lashed out. Another flick had him on his side as his other fingers contorted.
"Say it Lucius, and this all goes away, the pain, the suffering. It will vanish," Narcissa looked down to the sniveling mess of a human being she called a husband. He nodded in pain.
"Say it allowed, swear it on your magic, Malfoy," Narcissa watched him coldly. When he looked into her eyes he saw a coldness in her he had never seen. Gone was the wife he took for granted, and beat, and raped, and made his. Gone was the woman who could be manipulated. He did it. He swore on his magic. She healed his injuries, and when she finished he reached for her, and slammed her against the wall, and struck her with the back of her hand. She stood up and smiled at her stupid husband. She began to laugh maniacally.
"You temperamental, and foolish little man. You swore on your magic just 30 seconds ago. Did you not think it would actually work," Narcissa wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth away, "I have you by the balls now Lucius. What is the wizarding world going to do when they find out you are now a squib," Then Narcissa walked to him and picked up the parchment, and gave it to him, when he read it his eyes widened. She walked over to him with her wand in her hand and he backed up into the walk.
"Your soul purpose in this house is to give me a child Lucius, other than that I have no use for you," She looked him over a reveled in his fear of her then walked away from him toward the stairs, "You should have never have thought a Black would take your abuse. I got my revenge, and any child will be mine, and my vengeance will ultimate."
Narcissa walked to her bedroom and once there she warded the door. She slumped against it and slid to the floor. She let the day's stress take her and she broke. Losing the woman she loved, gaining her power, gaining her independence, and taking everything from Lucius made her physically and emotionally shatter. Curled in a ball and whispered her lovers name over and over.
Hermione,
Hermione,
Hermione.