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Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): DADA (Assignment 4): [Extra Credit]

Prompt: Write a follow up chapter of your initial assignment where the character who was being controlled returns the love of the controller.

Word Count: 600 (ish)

She loved him.

She wasn't sure when she had fallen in love with him. All she knew, with every fibre of her being, was that she loved Lucius Malfoy. He was handsome, with blonde hair and eyes that pierced through your soul. He was intelligent and athletic. All in all he was a perfect man and he loved her more than anything else.

One day they would be married. She would be Narcissa Malfoy, wife of one of the most influential men in the country. She would have money and the respect she deserved. She thought that there might have been something other than money and respect that she had wanted from a marriage but she couldn't remember now. It was probably just a foolish idea anyway, from before she loved Lucius.

She remembered the first time she ever met Lucius, but it wasn't completely clear in her memories how she had fallen in love with him. When she tried to remember the time before she loved him everything seemed like a dream. She had thought him cruel and vain at first, but now she saw how wrong she had been. Whenever she tried to think too hard about that time, the time before she had realised Lucius' perfection, her mind became unfocused, slipping around the issue with ease.

There had been difficult times. She'd been ungrateful, making Lucius' life almost impossible. She didn't deserve Lucius' love but he still cared for her. She didn't remember much of that time but she knew she turned away from everyone, even Lucius. He had sent her letters, lovely letters professing his love for her and she had turned him away cruelly. She didn't understand how she could have done that to her poor Lucius. He had saved her from herself and for that she was eternally grateful.

Both of their parents agreed that the match was a good one, and it was only a matter of time before Lucius proposed. Narcissa liked to spend her time daydreaming about what married life would be like, or planning the perfect wedding. She knew how she would walk down the aisle, head held high, no doubts or indecision. She would be the perfect wife- all she wanted was to make Lucius happy.

He had always cared for her, always looked after her. He had consoled her after her sister got married. She couldn't remember why that had made her upset, but at least Lucous had been there for her. He had explained to her ehy it was a diagrace, running off with a muggle. That thought sat uncomfortably with her, it was like a scratch needing to be itched-she needed to explore the idea but mental fog obscured it. Most of her thoughts were covered by a thick blanket of fog, but one shone through. She loved Lucius with all her soul.

They would be the perfect pure blood family. She would have a son, to carry on the Malfoy name, and a daughter, to make a good marriage. They would live together in the mansion set aside for Lucius to inherit and she would hold garden parties and cocktail parties for all of Lucius' friends. She would be the perfect host, the perfect wife to stand beside Lucius. The life Narcissa imagined was the one her parents had always wanted for her. She was madly in love with a man who had been pursuing her for years. She was going to marry her childhood sweetheart and live happily ever after.