Toujours Pur

Well, it seems a stranger has found their way to my private journal...

I am Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black, and Mrs. Malfoy to you!), wife to Lucius Malfoy, mother to Draco, and sister to Bellatrix Lestrange.

You'll have to work very hard to get on my good side, because I am difficult to please. I was brought up with a strict Pureblood sense of propriety and royalty, and I hardly associate with those below me. But once you get me to flip my switch, or if I don't like you in general, I can be downright ruthless and I will bring you down by whatever means necessary.

My family means everything to me. If you threaten one of us, you threaten all of us, and you will rue the day you were born.

P.S. If you want to get on my good side, bribe me with the Backstreet Boys and Fabio. ESPECIALLY Fabio. Mummy needs her playtime too, you know?

Pottermore: CatWitch194
Twitter: RoyallyNarcissa

Siriusly Smiling Book-era
Will RP with group AND others!


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Draco smirked. “I don’t know,” he drawled. “It’s looking pretty good to me. Maybe that Potter will finally be expelled. I mean, he almost was this summer, so he’s on his last chance.”

Narcissa sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t dwell on that boy. It isn’t worth your time. You’re the Heir of two major houses, Draco. He’s nothing. Please, don’t do anything to lower yourself to his level.”

She watched as her son’s eyes glowed silver, then narrowed. “He’s the one who’s going to have to watch his step this year, Mother.” Then, like a cloud passing, his expression changed, and he became her son once more and smiled. “I’ll miss you this year.” He looked at her another moment, a worried expression in his eyes. “Stay out of his way, okay? If he doesn’t see you…maybe he won’t hurt you.” He bowed his head.

She wrapped her arms around her son. It was times like this that she felt as though her son were two separate beings in one body. This boy was nothing like the one who had threatened his classmate just a moment before. “I’ll be fine, Draco. I’ve lived with your father for more than twenty years, and I’m still alive.”

He scowled at her, but she held his gaze. He smiled again, and they hugged.

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— True Revenge, by ElfFlame on Fanfiction.net

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