A Romeo\'s Nemesis

Explanation

Lucius, whose tenor we may not be exactly able to discern at all times, is initially drawn to his own child because he observes all of the innate discrepancies in himself clearly physically visible in Draco’s wraith- shouldered appearance and various afflictions. Draco, however, is all too aware of his condemnation to be a sequacious puppet to the Malfoy line, and in the long run, to produce an heir; why he is attracted to his father is fairly obvious in that he is curious as to just who he is destined to emulate and ultimately become (and as to whether all of the rumours are true). There is an element of naivety and ignorance which makes this less of a challenge because their mutual slate of sorts is blank and Lucius has nothing to be protective of since he is the one retaining all power and dominance over the line and it remains his prerogative as to whether or not Draco is disowned. Of course, this is a revelation in itself to Lucius who feels more secure in his own status after years of being drilled, pressured and moulded into the discordant heir possessing patriarch he is today. The emotional relationship of the two is illustrated by the physical as I wanted clarity over art in this particular instance; Lucius is always the top and his son, the bottom. The strict, mind breaking labour of love couldn’t be eschewed just to be fair to poor little Dray-Dray.

In those fragile years before adolescence, there is a transient time when a boy’s final moulding can take place; after the age of sixteen, his mind can be assumed to be justly set in whichever direction he perceives to be right at that point in time. Of course, he is able to alter things along the way into manhood, but this phase is most powerful and not easily overridden by common verbal persuasion and logic. This is why I chose to delineate Draco’s character somewhere between the ages of 13-15; here, Lucius doesn’t run into the domineering stride of a youth bound to discover himself completely, but rather be assuaged with simple fact and pieces to a grander puzzle to be completed and admired in few years time. I dislike the angst inundated bite of the hormonal male as it is usually unfounded and based upon a irascible confusion which adds no relevance in a story such as mine. Instead, those mystic years between childhood and adolescence are like the fine veil of a time ensconced with openness and willingness, not so much rebellion. Although Draco does contaminate his puritanical state of mind with a brash rebellion at the beginning, he later rebukes himself for it not because he was caught and punished, but because he’d alarmed his father; truly, this is the one difference between the loyal dependency of childhood and the apathetic narcissism of adolescence. He retains both in his body and befuddled mind and struggles to imply some connection between the to for his own sake as well as his father’s obvious concern. Another lovely paradox is Draco’s resistance to libel his mother throughout the story until the later chapters where she attempts his rescue; he does eventually repel the ideal of a matriarch in her predicament after her infidelity, etc. but only when he himself has subsequently sinned in a similar manner. Then there is the coalescing premise of love and sex in a paternal bond - it would be easily enough achieved for Lucius as his power would no doubt radiate beyond the unstable boundaries of work and political gains and into his more intimate relationships. Lucius’ appearance is very effeminate and he is an efficient double more mother and father in this way; and of course with Narcissa’s unearthing of her own frailty as a human being, he has plenty of opportunity to put it into practice.

Narcissa was an interesting character as she was determined to make amends and atone for her permanent, self-induced estrangement from her son for so many years, yet constantly undermined herself along the way, almost conscious of the repercussions. When I was writing her, I was reminded of those countless renditions of the lonesome part time whore whose only means for an emotional survival would be to cover up her own inadequacies as a mother in the bedroom with random men - ironically the one place she should try to avoid at all costs to be lumbered with another. Draco served as a discomfiting living monologue of her settling and self-sabotage, yet she strived to embrace that cold rejection she herself had wittingly imparted upon him since he was a toddler.

Sirius is the perfect connection for Narcissa as he has always been sort of the rogue pretender in my mind - the equivalent of quixotic gangster by today’s standards. His unguarded masculinity and obtuseness made an easy match to Narcissa ineptitude in every area but sex. However, both of these characters are not without some semblance of an accepted morale and gradually become accustomed to exposing bitten off pieces of it to each other and inadvertently, to themselves.

Every single character included, no matter how small, has some sort of fatal flaw which I wanted to embellish and draw attention to in order to provide some link into a more personal divulgence of my own existence. I don’t’ perceive myself to be narcissistic in the least, but this is my story and I will extract certain excerpts from my own reasoning to incorporate a realistic, yet still benign, passage of abridgement. As a writer, I can only attempt to present all that I know and try to reason with on a daily basis; this story felt more like a diary to write as odd as that may sound. And perhaps even more funnily enough to a certain extent, I do run into characters such as Draco and Lucius on a day to day basis and practically burst into tears when I see a Narcissa.


I did place one blatantly revealing trait upon the Draco I invented and that was his obsessive compulsive disorder. I thought it would be appropriate to make such a correlation between his physical weakness and psychological illness, and propound that it wasn’t necessarily debilitating. He is a very reactionary character who is driven by a will to succeed, to understand and to please, which are all classic traits in someone with OCD, such as myself. Again, Lucius is torn and reveals himself on a more congruent level with his son in that he also wants to allay his pervasive fears and illogical tendencies in order to make him happy, which in turn infers a hereditary factor to my twisted tale.

If any of you fabulous readers would care to discuss my little expulsive rant about my impervious pursuit of debauchery, please feel free to e-mail me as my profile provides. Thank you muchly,
Savvys.