Precious (by Depeche Mode)

Disclaimer: I own neither this song nor anything of JK's.

Narcissa looked at her husband, who towered over her, with eyes of fear and hatred. It took her so much not to kill him right there.

"You beat Draco!" she screamed, tears flooding her eyes. "You beat my son! My six-year-old son!"

"He deserved it! He wasn't listening!"

Narcissa closed her eyes as her husband punched her in the face. It was the same as it always was; it was so common it could be protocol. But Narcissa no longer cried for physical pain. She cried for her son.

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to you

We always tried to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put you through

She regretted ever marrying the man who loomed over her. She regretted ever bearing poor Draco into this world of pain and suffering. For, though the Malfoy family looked happy, wealthy, and great from the outside, it was dying from within. She was tired of it.

"I hate you, Lucius," she whispered, barely audible, hands cradling a wet face. "I hate you."

"What?" Lucius shouted. "What did you say?"

Narcissa stood up and faced him, eye-to-eye. "I hate you! You hurt my son!"

"You will regret that," Lucius replied madly. For the second time that evening his fist collided with her face.

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

It felt as though a thousand knives were stabbing her through the heart as she opened her crying eyes and saw the face of her son behind the man who gave him to her. As she saw the innocent child who was forced to condone his father. Because he had to. She wanted to rip that man apart.

"Stop!" Narcissa yelled. "Stop hitting me! Stop hurting me! Stop it! I hate you! Stop hurting my son! Stop it!"

"Ah, Draco?" Lucius asked as he saw his son in the doorway. "Draco, is that you?"

Slap. Draco collapsed as Narcissa screamed in agony.

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Narcissa wished Draco would say something. Would cry. Would moan. Would yell. Would scream. But he just lay there, still. Knocked out cold.

Please forgive me, my son… Narcissa cried to herself. I allowed him to make you suffer.

Narcissa crawled to her son, and cradled him in her arms. Blood soaked down her face into her shirt. She looked up at her husband, as if daring him to hurt her again.

Lucius just looked at her and smirked.

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Later that night, after Narcissa had washed up both her and her son, Draco laid fast asleep in bed. Narcissa had sat there with him for over an hour, drying his tears and muffling his cries. If Lucius knew his son was crying he'd just hurt him again.

As she walked down the hall past Draco's room, she saw Lucius sitting there, holding Draco's hand and silently crying. Narcissa's heart softened.

This was the man she'd married. Not the monster she'd encountered merely hours ago.

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Lucius Malfoy felt love and sympathy rise through his body. He was the monster his father had been.

Please forgive me, my son… Lucius cried to himself. I made you suffer.

But he could do nothing to stop abusing his family. Hadn't he already tried not once but ten, fifteen times?

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

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