Ureck Zabini
Ureck Zabini hates Lucius with all of his very being. It started when the two of them were at Hogwarts. Zabini is 2 years older, and was Chaser and captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Lucius Malfoy played as a Seeker. During Ureck’ first 4 years at the school, he became the most popular kid on Slytherin. He leaded them on successive victories over Gryffindor on a quidditch pitch, although he couldn’t get his house to win the House Cup on the first two years. And as he became older he though that more and more respect and control over his fellow Slytherins would be his. He couldn’t be more wrong.
Lucius Malfoy was small for his age, and at his 2nd year joined the team as a Seeker. Zabini paid the Golden Boy special attention; ever since Lucius entered Hogwarts Slytherin had won the House Cup. He was Malfoy so even the 6th and 7th years did pay him some respect, and he was outstandingly brilliant both on the pitch and with a wand on his hand.
Ureck got enraged as he saw his rival grow. The first blow came when the little brat talked to the team and proposed new strategies; soon Zabini had nothing of the job of Captain but the title. The crowd screamed for Lucius Malfoy in the games, the girls let out enervating giggles as he walked by. And he was a damn 2nd year!
It only got worse with the time. Zabini fancied boys rather than girls, and there was this one – Severus Snape – at the same age of the annoying Malfoy. And besides hanging with the blond twat, Severus was elegant and aristocratic – desirable, by Zabini’s standards. But, as a frustrated Ureck would find out, Snape fancied Lucius. Zabini was infuriated. Oh well. Not that he could take Severus to the Yule Ball anyway. But there was this pretty little thing on the 4th year, one year younger than Malfoy and Snape. Her name was Narcissa Faye. Lovely inbread. And also drooling all over Lucius.
Zabini took his time observing his rival. Why was everybody so attracted to him? Just because of the pale skin, the silky silvery-blond hair, the malicious veela smile? The deep, unreadable cobalt eyes? The velvet tongue, the voice that knew so well its way inside people’s hearts? Soon Zabini also desired Lucius. He did not like him just yet, but he desired the Golden Boy. His body ached with the simple sight of him, ached to be touched. But Lucius never looked his way. Ureck was most frustrated.
They met again after Zabini left school and entered the service of the Dark Lord to exterminate the mudbloods. Ureck was not happy serving Voldemort, his life was way too dark. But he did his best and he was loyal, thus he was rewarded with one of the highest places there was to have on that service. Then once again Lucius Malfoy entered his life and turned it upside down.
The Golden Boy was accepted at an early age, and soon was the Dark Lord’s second in command. That enraged Zabini. He now saw Lucius for what he was – false, egocentric, brilliant yes. But Ureck knew that he used people, that he didn’t care about them, that he wasn’t there to devote to the Cause, he was there for some selfish reason. And even not putting his heart into it that damned Malfoy had managed to take away all the things Zabini had worked so hard for. Just like schooldays. But this time he was not fooled by the Golden Boy, Lucius’ didn’t blind him with his glimmering manners. He, Zabini, could see through it all. And his hatred grew.
He would take Lucius Malfoy down. It didn’t really matter how, since he made Malfoy lose everything that was dear to him. And that meant breaking Malfoy’s very pride. He’d do it. He, Zabini, would be the one responsible for the Malfoy downfall.
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Narcissa Malfoy
Narcissa’s whole life was centred on what Lucius thought of her. Since her 4th year at Hogwarts she’d noticed him, but she’d waited patiently until he decided to acknowledge her presence. It had been a result of her effort, really. She, as all Slytherins at that time, knew of the Malfoy x Zabini contend going on. So, to draw Lucius’ attention all she had to do was date Zabini for a few weeks. Lucius was quick enough to steal her from her boyfriend. Since then it had been heaven for 5 years, until she was 22. Draco was born that year. But before we talk about Draco, we should describe the situation as it was before he came into picture.
Lucius was all over her. He worked hard on the family business as she knew he would, after all he was a Malfoy and was meant to live up to those who had beared the name before him. She didn’t bother, at least not much. He’d always find the time to order beautiful gifts to be bought to her, and whenever he spent the night at home he’d come to her bed. They were married the year after they left Hogwarts, and she had moved into the Malfoy Manor.
She was happy there. The house was filled with Lucius’ presence, it was entangled to the very air you breathed there. The house was her and his’ alone, Lucius’ mother had dies when giving birth to him and his father had passed away a few months after he was old enough to inherit. So Narcissa lived there with the house elves. Lucius travelled a lot on business account.
One thing that really bothered her was the fact that she wasn’t allowed to change anything on the Manor. When she’d moved in Lucius had told her as gently as possible that her room would be apart from his, that it would be filled with her belongings and according to her will, but that it would be the only one. He’d explained that the separate rooms and the Manor decour had been on the family for generations, and Malfoys were traditional.
There were 5 years of marriage until she announced to him that she was bearing his heir. He took the news with great joy, well-conceived behind his unshakeable Malfoy facade. She was happy to give him that pleasure, and looked forward to having the child as something that would strengthen the bond between her and her husband. She couldn’t be more wrong.
He did not come to her bed during the 7 ½ months of her pregnancy. She wasn’t exactly found of it, but took it as affectionate care and worry about her state. Her prays were heard, and she gave birth to a boy. He was born 1 ½ month before he should, thus his lungs weren’t yet ready to breath. She was astonished by the amount of time and worry Lucius spent to make sure his son would live, for Malfoys were known to kill children not perfect at birth. He surely loved that small silvery-blond haired grey-eyed thing named Draco Lucifer Malfoy.
Strangely enough, Narcissa didn’t feel the same. She felt nothing of that need to love and protect the baby that women talked about. There was emptiness.
Ever since Draco was born, Lucius never came to her again. Neither would he find the time to have jewels or flowers delivered to her any longer; thus it was a mistery to her how could he teach Draco.
She found out that she didn’t need her son, and neither did the boy need her. He would let her teach him good manners and listen eagerly whenever she talked about his father. And that was when he was little. As soon as he reached the age of five, Draco did just the effort to be civil and polite to her, the same Lucius did. Lucius was the centre of his universe, as it was for herself. And she found that she couldn’t possibly compete with Draco for his attention.
It enraged her. She didn’t seem to be significant enough to even draw his attention; he’d tell her off with the same indifferent tone he used with the house elves or the Ministry. And she would boil with anger whilst resentfully watching his eyes shine wth anger, amusement or satisfaction while addressing Draco.
Frustrated and tired of sleeping alone, she started an affair. With who, it was irrelevant. If he’d just notice... to her awe and total disappointment, he coldly told her that she could do as she pleased since she kept it low. He didn’t even finch while talking to her, and she felt bitter pain on her heard while remembering the hard time he’d given that teacher at Hogwarts when Draco got his arm injured during classes. He’d turned the Ministry upside down and made sure heads would be separated from the respective necks just because of a small cut to his son’s arm. She realised then how strong was the bond between Lucius and Draco, and how non-existent was she on their universe. And because she no longer mattered to Lucius, she no longer mattered to herself.
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