A pureblood, what were you thinking? Relating to Narcissa was a big risk. But it seemed like everything would end well like in the cliché stories, her touch on your cheeks and the comforting heat running through your body gave you the false feeling that everything would be okay.

And everything seemed really good, you were secret girlfriends, even if she dated Lucius Malfoy, it was more of an economic issue, the joining of the two pure-blood families. Narcissa always reassured you, saying that when y'all graduated, you two would run away from all the mess in the Black family.

It was an empty promise. Not long after, the announcement of her and Lucius' engagement was everywhere, you knew it wasn't her fault, but she always reassured you in a way, that for a moment you could believe she had control over the future. from her when she said that you would be happy, despite your protests.

You never really believed this could work, but you had faith it could work. Realism came between you again. Narcissa's trembling voice echoed through the room. She was on the verge of bursting into tears, she apologized thousands of times, she had no control over it. You knew that, but you were irritated, the way she actually had to hold his hand, kiss him on the cheek, seem to be in love... you hated it

"I told you! Why can't we just run away now?!"

You shouted, emitting all anger in your tone. Narcissa crossed her arms over her chest, looking away. She was as angry as you, but you didn't imagine how angry she was when she revealed:

"I'm pregnant. Lucius is the father."

She was crying, but the irritated tone seemed to shine in her eyes. She lied to you, she said she didn't need to do anything with Lucius other than hold hands or kiss in public. Maybe she didn't want to worry you, maybe she didn't imagine she wouldn't get pregnant... or she was even forced. all possibilities spin in your mind

"I do not love him..."