Deuces Are Wild

~Chapter One: the Miserable Life~

Being so glad, that physical wounds heal quickly. The woman pointed her wand at the purple bruise, and it was gone in a flick. She shuddered, as she remembered last nights events. Her thoughts strayed, and wondered. She felt her eyes misting over, and it didn’t take long for the tears to trail down her cheeks, as she stared at herself, the gorgeous gold vanity mirror, reflected, back a beautiful woman, with long flowing blonde hair to her shoulders, it was pale blonde and her eyes were a gorgeous silvery blue. The tears trailed down her creamy porcelain face, as it touched her red lips. She tasted the salt from her tears but did not wipe them. Her body trembled, as she sat there with a brush in her hand. Why does everything have to be one way? Thought the woman, who just stared at herself. Good vs. evil. Narcissa Lynn Black Malfoy, heaved a great sigh, as she thought about her nephew, Sirius. Before Hogwarts, they had been quite close. Believe it or not Narcissa was younger than Sirius, by six years almost, and Lucius was older than her by fifteen. She had met Lucius at a Ministry Party, and her family immediately set an arranged marriage for Narcissa. Now, here she was in one of the most lavish houses in Britain with everything she could want, a son, a husband, and misery at its best. She was not happy. She thought she could be happy once BellaTrix, had been put away. She ran a brush through the end of her locks, as she watched herself in the mirror. Although, it had never been said, she knew Lucius and her sister had something going on. They always did. But, to Lucius women were just like half-bloods. Beneath him. Half-blood? Who gives a damn care! She thought to herself with disgust. Oh no, but if Narcissa even THOUGHT of saying something like that, she’d be in deep trouble. Even after a year, it got to her. Thinking of a family member being murdered.

Now her only little boy was turning out to be like his father. Pain swept over the woman’s face, as she thought of this. Placing the brush down, she stood and adjusted the silvery flowing dress robes. The top was snug against her womanly figure. Her waist was smooth and thin. The skirt, was silvery and it flowed just above her knees, and short, she had a matching cloak. Adjusting the silver clasp under her neck that had a tiny diamond buckle. Now Lucius was far away somewhere for his Dark Lord. Following, HIM. Gosh, she hated this whole dark thing. Narcissa bent down and adjusted the open toe strappy heel, before walking out, and muttering a password, to her room. She passed a house-elf, who scurried to the side and bowed. Narcissa frowned, Lucius had these poor creatures trained. She thought to herself with disgust. She had to be careful what she said, to them. It might get back to Lucius. She thought about how, she had been responsible for Sirius, and felt the bile rise up in her throat. She tried not to think of this as she scaled own the lavish banister. No matter, what, he had been family and whether her older sister wants to accept it or not, she did wrong. Killing a family member was beyond evil.

“Where you going mother?” asked Draco, walking through. The seventeen year old was taller than her by four inches, and he had the same thin frame as Lucius, yet, he had his Narcissa\'s mouth, but his fathers cheekbones.

“Out for a bit Draco. Don’t wait up for me.”

“Oh.. is it... special orders?” asked Draco, quietly.

Narcissa looked up at him, “You very well know its not Draco. I stay out of the affairs.” she said quickly. “No, I’m tired of being cooped up, here. I may go to the Spiney Serpent for a drink or two.” And without another word she disapparated. She wasn’t going to the, Spiney Serpent. She made a disgusted face. Oh no, she was going somewhere, much better than that. Once she appeared, on a side street by the leaky cauldron, she took off the cloak. Muggles wouldn’t understand. She smiled, and headed toward a nice muggle night club called the, “Throbbing Soho.” she had been there only ONE time, and it was rocking. Although, telling Lucius this might get her killed. She didn’t hate muggles, and she hated it every time, Lucius went on about the torture of muggles. She was a woman a soft, woman who needed something more than a cold hearted man, who cared nothing for her. She was admitted immediately with once overs by all the men. It made her feel much better, about herself, but as she slid on the stool, she really really wished, she had someone to really admire her for her, and not because she was a Black with a very large dowry and Gringotts account.

“Tequilla Sunrise!” called Narcissus to the waiter.

“Yes miss.” said the guy with a grin, his hair brown and falling in his eyes. He slid her, the drink. She glanced around hearing loud rock music shooting out of the amps. You really had to hand it to muggles. They had a sense of style.