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It Wasn't His Fault	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I have to admit, I was slightly upset that Narcissa Malfoy had come to see me last night. I know that I must be childish but when I see her I see my mother, a topic which is very sore for so many reasons now, not just because of her death. Sighing I rub my eyes and look over at the clock, 7:00am in the morning I think groaning to myself. I move to sit up only to find that painful, my arms don't seem to want to work right, of course, when one has been beaten up as much as I have I suppose it's normal but still… Startled from my thoughts I jump and begin to struggle when a hand reaches out from the darkness and grabs my wrist. "Get off of me. Let go." I say panting and trying to struggle knowing that it is futile because of my weak state.

"Nymphadora Belladonna Malfoy! Cease your struggles I am trying to help you." Bloody hell she's feisty, even in her condition.

What the? "Mr. Malfoy?" Why is he here? Can he even be here at this hour?

Sighing, "I believe I told you to call me Lucius."

"Yes and I told you to call me Tonks," I respond irritably. "Now, are you going to tell me why you're here, it's seven in the morning."

"Watching you."

That's a little creepy. "Why?"

"Because Nymphadora-"

"Will you please call me Tonks, I hate that name." More than anyone can imagaine I hate it.

"It is your given name, one that you should use over that name. Why do you prefer it anyhow?"

"What? Tonks? Because that's what everyone's always called me when they weren't making fun of my name. It's just easire okay." I saying sighing exasperatively.

Interesting. "I payed a visit to Mr. Tonks last evening."

"What?" Did he just say that he visited dad? "Why would you do that? I mean do you-I-why?"

"It was all rather comical, I suppose I could find a way to show you the meeting, as for the details, best not discuss it here in public don't you think?"

"I-what? I don't care if people know stuff about me, nor do I care if they know stuff about you."

"You might not whereas I do, so that conversation is best saved for another day and time."

"Then why did you bring it up?" If you're not going to tell me it was stupid to say anything.

Now that I've gone and upset her time to push even more buttons. "Now, about last night."

"No. We are not talking about it. I shall pretend it was all a horrible dream-a nightmare."

"We will talk about your mother at some point, why put it off?"

"Why do what you want me to do when I can do it when I want?"

"…"

"I'm just saying, I'm not easily intimidated into talking."

"I am aware."

He's smiling at my comment. Why? Lucius Malfoy is a strange man, must be all the years of dark arts and crucios. "Why are you smiling at me?"

"Your comment amused me."

"Why did it amuse you?

"Because I would not expect a child of mine to be easily intimidated."

"Oh…" Weird. "Right well, just so you know, her soup was okay, mums was better but of course she cooked all the time, when your wife does not."

"You're telling me this why Nymphadora?"

Humph. I hate that name! "I-I guess because I would not be against her bringing more sometime." My answer surprised me just as much as it surprised him I'm sure. The sincerity in my voice was geniuine as was the look on my face, I had scrunched my nose as I spoke, something I try not to do because it usually is a sign that something has touched me and I'm fighting off some emotion. I turn away from his gaze for a moment to look out the window, when I return my eyes to his face I see it's gone pensive and he has a strange look, questioning perhaps? His left eyebrow is cocked it appears to be ready to arch but does not and falls down into place, only a person that had studied Lucius Malfoy would have noticed it-I did. I shrug my shoulders and then look down at my hands.

"I shall inform her of that." I had not expected those words to come out of her mouth, but they were geniune. "I am curious, not that you need answer, but in your true skin, do you have the same mannerisms?"

I look up at him startled a bit by his question. I suppose Malfoy's are good at throwing others off. Smiling softly I look at him for a minute, I can see him studying my face and I look back breathing deeply before I asnwer. "Yes I do have the same mannerisms, why?"

"It is interesting to me that you scrunched up your nose a minute ago." I can tell she is about to inquire why so I hurry on, noticing that I haven't much time before work. "Your mother did the same thing when she said something true unexpectedly, Draco and Narcissa do it as well." I fall silent for a minute but then smirk a bit, "Of course, your aunt Bellatrix probably did as well but her face was almost always a permanent snarl so I cannot be positive." Looking at her she's staring, her face blank and I cannot be because she is masking her emotions or not.

"Oh…" I didn't know how to respond to that. I guess I haven't really studied my expressions or my face really other that noticing that I look a lot like him. Perhaps sometime I will. We fall silent and he looks at me as I look at him.

"I have fifteen minutes before I must be at work, perhaps I will visit later this evening, if not, then tomorrow at noon work for you?" Smiling somewhat at my question, we both know that she is not going to be anywhere but here tomorrow at noon.

I scowl, his jest although cloaked, not amusing to me. "It is fine. You know I will be here no matter what."

Smirking I rise, "That I do. That I do." Walking towards the door I turn just as I reach it, "I've sent Draco back to school, he seemed urgent to return, know why?"

"Maybe." I respond smirking back at him. "Of course, then again, maybe I don't." He smirks, bows his head and turns leaving me alone once again. I sit there for a couple of minutes staring at the door before it donned on me that during our conversation this morning it was the first time I'd seen him smile a geniune smile. The realization made me smile as I remembered how it looked-it looked just like mine. Grabbing a piece of parchment that was left on my bedside table I scratch a note out on it and then call upon Severus' elf, thankful for once that he'd given me permission to use Cork whenever I needed to since he didn't use him all that much. "Cork." With a small pop Cork appeared and stared at me before coming over to the bed.

"Missy Dors called upon Corks this mornings?"

I smile at his use of my name. Cork is probably the only being alive that it didn't bother me that he refered to me by my given name, even if he couldn't pronounce it so he called me "Dors" instead. "Yes, please take this to Lucius Malfoy at Malfoy Inc. and give this to Severus."

"That is alls you be needings Missy Dors?"

"Yes Cork, thank you." And he disappeared with a small pop. I sigh and rest my head back allowing myself to fall victim to the sleep which beckoned me.

POP!

"Mister Lucius Malfoy?"

An elf squeaked at me. Instantly I see that he is Severus' and my mood lightens and then darkens. What has that boy done and gone now, I've told him to lay off of the golden trio, especially that Miss Granger. "Yes Cork?"

"This is fors yous."

"Very well. You may go." I dismiss him. Staring at the spot he once occupied I sigh and look at the parchment in my hand. Noticing that it isn't from Severus, he always uses his letterhead, "I have to get my money's worth," he goes on and on about that damn set. Regardless of the fact that I bought it for him as a graduation present so many years ago and he doesn't even know how much it cost. I put it down on my desk and run a few spell checks over it and then some that aren't so legal, but one can never be too safe. As much as I hate to admit it, that crazy coot Moody is right, "Constant vigilance," is the best way to survive. Satisfied with the safeness of the parchement I open it,

Mr. Malfoy or Lucius,

I suppose you'll have to do with me calling you both since you continue to call me Nymphadora. Which I might add is a trifle irritating, feel free to cease with that whenever you like-sooner being prefered over later.

I chuckle a bit at her words, continuing on I read,

This morning's visit was unexpected and different. I find myself not satisfied with your answer as to why you were there when I awoke. Were you there all night or just this morning and do you intend on making it a habit? Have you been watching me since you have been allowed to see me? How did you get in, visiting hours were over just shortly after you left last evening. I suppose for now that is all, I am rather bored here, of course, you know all about being bored working for the Ministry, I can't say for your company though, I don't know much about it, I'm sure it's boring-all grown up work is.

Smirking, I surmise that she is in a good mood and the thought crosses my mind why she felt necessary to write me only moments after I left. I tuck it away for later.

I am going to sleep now since that is the only escape from this dreary place that I have. A few more questions though, this first one very invasive, we wouldn't be family if it weren't.

In parentheses she's put, (I don't really expect you to answer this, but I've just wondered since I've been in here) reading on her question shocks me, my thoughts going blank.

In Azkaban, was sleeping the best way to deal with your sentence, or was that not enjoyable also? I find that the amount of screaming I hear since I've started my stay here at St. Mungos is rather irriating, I am just wondering if sleep was your escaping vice as it is mine.

Again in parentheses she writes, (I would also appreciate it if you didn't mention that last bit to anyone, especially Severus). I sigh my thoughts spinning at the thought of my prison term.

Now that I've most definitely struck a nerve, what did you and him(you know who I refer to) talk about during your visit? It was terribly cruel of you to mention it and then not elaborate, just so you know.

Again I sigh knowing that she will pester me about it until I tell her. Of course, I only wanted to prepare her in case Ted Tonks wrote her out of the blue, sighing I continue on to read.

I really do wish to know as I am sure you can tell. Well, that is all for now really I am very tired, or rather my body is. While unexpected your visit was still nice, I (and you must know that this is particularily hard for me to admit) I appreciated you coming to see me. I do have one request of you, since you will be visiting the Ministry at some point I'm sure to speak with Kingsley, tell him that I'd appreciate it if he wouldn't keep me in the dark, to respond to me letters or I will come down there and see him myself-I think we all know that is not a safe thing for me to do, and that I would appreciate (you also had better not repeat this to anyone-especially your wife) a picture of my mum, I have nothing of her here. Right, now that this short note has become a letter. I bid you goodday.

Tonks (feel free to use this name when you address me via letter and in person)

Her persistancy at the wish for me to call her by that bloody man's name is amusing and I take note of it; although not seriously considering heeding her request to use it. The other requests though were surprising, especially that of requesting a picture of her mother. I'm sure that can be done soon enough-perhaps I shall have Narcissa bring a picture, yes I think that will be good. No doubt Nymphadora will be displeased but that does not bother me a bit. About to file the letter away in my robe I see an arrow my eyes follow it, unfolding the bottom I see,

PS: You smiled a geniune smile today, I wasn't sure if you knew that or not(probably do) but I just wanted to inform you of that fact.

There was a smudge where she wiped out a spot and then continued on.

To give you a piece of the puzzle, I love puzzles by the way, your smile, not the smirk that you are known for but your real smile, the one I saw today, it matches my own.

There was nothing else. At her admission my heart had stopped and left me shocked, I realized that I'd stopped breathing as well. Her admission was so unexpected that I didn't know how to feel but I felt it as I put the letter away in my robe, a small warming within my core. The same warm feeling I had gotten when Draco had said "Dada" for the first time, or when he rode his first broom. There was no mistaking the feeling, it made me happy. Breifly I wondered where that left me in regards to her, to our relationship, especially because I had no idea what she thought or felt-she's been shuttered about it. Pulling out a piece of parchment I write her a quick note,

Nymphadora,

Do not expect me to use that man's name in reference to you since your mother saw fit not to give it as your last name. I anticipate your argument on this, if it were your last name then it would really be your last name. I suppose it is partly my pride stopping me from bowing to your request but it is also the fact that he was not good to you so his name does not need to be associated with you. Besides, you're better than the likes of him. I do not mean that in a blood way, I meant that only you have become successful without that mans help, why should you honor him by using his name? I ask you to consider publicly relinquishing that title and taking up your rightful surname. I am not opposed and I will claim you should you choose. Your upbringing, regardless of my views in the past, does not bother me. This has been long enough though, we shall continue our conversation at a later time. Until then, sleep well.

Lucius

PS: There is no way to escape the insanity of Azkaban. To dream a happy dream would be to invite the dementors to invade and take them away.

Stashing the letter with hers, I take note to give it to Narcissa when she goes and takes a picture to Nymphadora. I look at the clock and then at my desk, shaking my head I try to clear my thoughts and focus on the business meeting that I have in less than an hour.
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