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"Mudblood."

As soon as the vile word crawls out of Narcissa's mouth, Lily spins around, plummeting her closed fist into the other girl's cheek. Gasps and hoots of approval erupt from the fifth year students hanging over the Astronomy's staircase. Unlike the clappers, James and Sirius only gawk silently with jaws hanging wide open.

Hot, unshed tears glitters in Lily's eyes. "The only filthy person here is you," she mutters, clutching onto her books and running off into a separate corridor, knocking her shoulder into a professor.

Narcissa lifts her chin and straightens up, biting down on a pained moan. One of the Slytherin girls bends down to retrieve her telescope, passing it to her with concern and asking if she would like to go to the Infirmary. A gleam of dark red blood pools into the corner of Narcissa's alabaster-pale mouth.

As dark as the smear across Lily's knuckles.

It's what she deserves — Narcissa reminds herself, lowering her eyes and tucking a stand of sterling blonde over her ear. It's what she deserves for falling in love with a Muggleborn.

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Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. IT'S BEEN. PROPERLY. A ZILLION YEARS SINCE I'VE DONE A HP FIC. HOLY CRAP. I've also yet to publish any femslash for HP? I wrote it outside FFN back before I was a teenager, but it never was saved or ended up here. MIGHT AS WELL START. I discovered it was Dark Femslash Week on Tumblr, and elected to do "Day 3: Abuse (verbal, physical, manipulation)" with one of my secrety secret fave HP femslash ships! SECRET'S OUT. OH DEAR OH GOLLY GOSH WHAT WILL WE EVER DO? Please enjoy and any thoughts/comments are deeply apprecaited.