Story: Narcissus

Summary: (NarcissaLucius)(DracoHermione) Draco listens to a story in his mother's garden and wonders about his own life.

Elena: Written at my livejournal for prompts and whatever.

Narcissus

Dark grey eyes looked up. "Draco, dear, don't step on the chrysanthemums!" But the little boy would run over to his mother in the center of the garden and sit on her lap-"Tell me a story, Mummy!"-he'd cry-"Tell me a fairytale from when you were in school!"

Narcissa would wrap her arms around her son lovingly. "Remember the one I told you about the beautiful golden haired boy?" She'd asked sweetly, and he'd reply, "Of course! The one who wore pretty silk ribbons and had hair like me!"

"Yes." She'd coo, ruffling his blonde locks, "Hair like my little dragon. Well, there was a girl that was in love with him. She had hair like him, except it was bright golden and not nearly as beautiful. She'd watch him as he strutted around the castle as if he owned it. He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen-"

"Handsome! You mean handsome, Mummy!" Draco would interrupt. "Boys can't be beautiful!"

"Draco, handsome wasn't enough to describe him. He was more than handsome. He was beautiful."

"Am I beautiful too, Mummy?" He'd ask her.

"Of course you are, darling. Now, back to the story. He was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen and she wanted him to be hers. And he approached her one day and asked her to be his. She gladly gave herself to him and she loved him for the rest of her life. Even though she still loved him, he didn't love her or their son. But she loved him, because she thought he would always be the beautiful, golden haired boy, who wore pretty silk ribbons and had hair like my dragon."

Draco would giggle. "Will a girl ever love me like that? Will she love me if I wear silky ribbons and have pretty hair? Would she think I'm beautiful?" Narcissa would stroke his hair and say comforting things.

"Oh darling, some girl will love you. You don't have to wear silky ribbons or have pretty hair, but she will love you."

Draco sat in the garden, kneeled in front of the narcissus in the middle, that he had planted. He remembered the day, he had been excited, running into the garden yelling for her. "Mother..." He said forlornly, noting the blonde hair scattered on the stone bench and her lifeless form.

"Mother, I found someone." He had said, cradling her blonde head. "Father's not happy, but he doesn't love me anyway. But she does. She thinks I'm beautiful and she loves my golden hair and she wears silky ribbons herself. She's a muggle-born and a Gryffindor, but I love her too. It's Granger."

Narcissus