My Dearest Hermione,
I want you to know that I love you. I love you to the end of earth and back sweetheart. I want you to know a few things my love. You are the only thing that I ever want and with every breath I take I know, from deep down in my heart that you are the only person who can complete me. I will be anything you want me to be. And I will make you a promise, I will be here. I will always be here patiently waiting for you. Always and forever, I will be waiting for you. I have absolute faith in us. I dont believe in many things, but I believe in you and me. I love you my love.
Yours,
Narcissa
Hello My love,
I've just gotten back from work and have finished my shower, even as I Write this letter I am having something small to eat before I go to bed. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have begun some charity organizations, and I am having a new maternity ward built at St. Mungos. I miss you, I miss you so much that it hurts, creating a hollow ache in my chest, a spot that only you fill. I don't know how but i just know. Somehow and someway, we'll find a way to be together no matter how long that it takes. I would wait for an eternity to hold you love even if it was only for a few minutes. I would willingly spend eternity waiting for that chance.
I wish I could have spent all night with you sleeping. That would have been wonderful. I love you dear heart, for eternity and beyond.
Yours, always yours,
Narcissa
Hermione,
It has finally happened and I don't know whether to be happy or repulsed. I never wanted to put in a letter for you but I feel I need to get it out. After about a year, I am pregnant. You have no idea what it was like for that man to touch me, to be inside of me after knowing how you have felt. The first time we copulated, he met me in the guest room, I would never sully my area with his presence, and we mated. When he spilled into me, I pushed him off and left him to look after my retreating form. Once I made it back to my chambers I vomited into the waste paper bin near the writing desk. I took no pleasure from making another life and as I write you now, I hate it. This thing growing inside of me, this leech. I constantly think of it and wonder will it me like me, or will it inherit that Malfoy sneer and supremacy. I know this is insanity but I wish that this would have been our child. I wish we could raise him together, and be good. At the moment I am tempted to get rid of the wickedness that grows within my body. I only hope in time I begin to feel differently about this child. I fear I would be cold to it, and grow into that woman you know of. I only beg of the fates that govern our future that you could have me, all of me. I hope you forgive me for taking Lucius into me, and for creating this creature. I still love you as much as I did in the future.
With everything I am,
Narcissa
Dearest Love,
Oh my Hermione, he is gorgeous. Up until the moment he came tearing into the world, and did he tear, he wanted out, and he's an impatient boy. You are right. There is one person I could love more than anything in the world, and it is this child. You of course are my love, my soul, and my light, but Draco Cygnus Malfoy is my treasure. I was about to give the boy to the nursemaid until I looked into his grey eyes and I softened. He was mine, and I took him to my breast and fed my son. My son, Hermione, MY son. Excitement and fear slips off me in waves. My excitement in this moment seized when I saw Lucius standing off to the side, and Rodolphus Lestrange, my sister's husband, came to the room, whisper in his ear and he left after giving me a cold look.
I excused everyone but my best of friends, Severus Snape, and with his arguing, and a bundle in my arms I went to my cousin, Sirius Black. I told Sirius about the moment I saw and I wished for protection for my son. Sirius, was a part of Death eaters, but I had a feeling his only allegiance was to the Potters, who recently had a child as well. He told me he would do the best he could as he looked down with love at my son.
Once home I asked Severus if he would be my son's godfather, he accepted under duress. As I look down at the boy suckling my breast all I can hope is that he lives, and I'll move heaven and earth for that to happen. Just as I would heaven and earth for us to be together once again.
Yours in the past, Yours in the Present, Yours in the Future,
Narcissa
My Beloved,
There was a war, and the Potters had died, all except for the boy Harry. IS this the Harry you spoke of being your best friend? He shocked the wizarding world by defeating the Dark Lord this night. I am happy this time of darkness is over. Draco is nearly a year old and I can only think that it could have been him rebounding a killing curse at Voldemort. He could have died. Especially since Lucius is playing a dangerous game. He is gathering supporters to his cause, the pureblood cause, as I write to fill the void of the fallen lord. He is stupid. He will be in a world of hurt when his followers, his comrades find he is a squib. He might as well be dead as a wizard with no magic, the magic I took from him with a vow sworn on his magic to never touch me. You see my love, to make this type of oath means you can't break it or you lose your magic. He is basically the very thing he hates. I will see to it he calms his pureblood propaganda. I will not have anyone targeting Draco. I have glad to know you grew up from all of this blood, and hate. I am glad you grew up innocent. Draco by proxy of his father's crimes, is not considered an innocent. I hate that about this world. The sins of the father, so on and so forth. I have to cut this letter short my love. Severus came to my manor and he looks horrible.
Yours Always,
Narcissa
Hermione,
I have a confession to make. I slept with Severus. I hate myself for it, as does he. We needed release from the past, from the people we cannot have. His love is dead, and mine is a 5 year old. Even as I write that down I laugh to myself. I know you are a logical woman, and you would understand. We had never even met, but I hate what I have done because I have had you. I have loved you and still do, absolutely, passionately and totally but in that moment there was a weakness in me. Please forgive me my love.
Always,
Narcissa
Dear Heart,
You are not going to believe what Draco asked me this afternoon. He asked me what a mudblood was. He wanted to know if they were dirty, if they had mud for blood, and if they were muddy can they not take a bath. I had to smile at Draco. At 8 he has become quite the logical little boy. His heart is pure and true. I told him that they are witches and wizards that are born from muggle parents. His brow creased before asking me why that make a person dirty. I placed a hand on his shoulder before kneeling down before him and told him it doesn't. Mudbloods are just thought of as that way because they cannot trace their family origins all the way back to the founders with no muggle relatives. Draco frown again. His question hit a spark in my chest. Are they bad? He asked. I pulled him to my chest and wrapped in in the gentlest hug I would, as I thought of you. I told him that there was once a woman who saved my life, a beautiful, powerful woman who was kind and giving who saved my life, and she was a muggle born. He said mudblood with a sneer like his father. I grasped his arms. No Draco, a muggle born, and they are our future, my future. I must have been crying because Draco he wrapped his small arms around me and apologized for upsetting me.
Later, I had Lucius against a wall with a spell and told him that he will never try to brainwash my son against witches and wizards, be it they are purebloods or mudbloods. I left him scared as a fox during hunting season.
I sit here trying to close this letter but I don't want to. I want to keep you for just a moment longer as I look at your image in the mirror you gave me. I wonder if you will love me the same. No matter, I promised to find you and I will. I love you dear one.
Yours,
Narcissa.
Hermione,
It has happened. That fated day as I walk Draco to a platform you are all too familiar with and through the barrier. When that letter reached my hand I gulped, our time is nearing. Hogwarts has called, and my son is on his way. Now I stand in the throng of parents wishing their children goodbye. I resist to smooth his hair, and straighten his jacket. He insisted on no goodbyes, just a short nod, and a handshake. My son has grown into a young man and he has made me proud. I find the faces of those familiar and unfamiliar and I pause. There about mid chest tall was a girl with her nose in a book standing next to two adults that looked out of place and a little too awestruck. When the girl heard the whistle from the train, she cradled the book in her arms wished her parents good bye. The bushy mass of hair swished around and a young girl looked at me and cocked her head. She was adorable, Yes my love, you were adorable. There it is on paper my first thoughts of you were adorable. Then you went onto a train and then you were off to Hogwarts. Your first year would commence. I wished you good luck as well as wished my son to be safe. Finally after years of waiting I got to see you as a young girl and you were cute. I am home love wondering how the next few years are going to work out. I take a deep breath. Someday my love, Someday.
Faithfully Yours,
Narcissa.