Ch27. Narcissa Malfoy 2

The letter Narcissa held was quite mocking towards Malfoys.

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Caned Malfoy Prick of the NOBLE House Malfoy,

Thank You.

Signed

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House Black,

Your social better who is smarter, sexier, and stronger... oh, and richer too,

The man you owe your butt to. Not in that way, pervert!

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The sheer audacity and disregard for Malfoys the letter, no, the note held was blatantly obvious.

Hell, the signature was at least three times longer than the message itself!

Lord Black was literally saying:

I know what you did, it is appreciated but tick-tock, time is running, I gotta avenge her!

There was no other reason to send the note than threatening House Malfoy. Not a note like that. Narcissa didn't know what kind of retribution the new Head of House Black will dish out but her interest was definitely piqued.

Scratch that, she wanted to burst in laughter! Just imagine the face Lucius will pull when reading it! It was golden. A threat, gratitude, and not-so-subtle 'fuck you' all in one!

Narcissa was not an idiot. She knew the note had its purpose. Lords don't exchange letters out of boredom. Especially not rude ones. That means it was sent to incite anger. Lucius would focus on House Black. She didn't know why Lord Black wanted her husband's attention but she didn't care.

Her aunt was dead and the new Lord Black clearly knew it was Malfoys who killed her.

The fact he thanked them for it endeared Narcissa a lot.

'Maybe the new Lord Black won't be a typical complete jackass like every Black male I ever knew, after all.' Narcissa pondered, wishing for a miracle. 'Then again, he did pull the shtick with the debts. That was the first time in the last decade and a half Lucius looked at me in appreciation. Disgusting pig. Without me, he would be a pauper.'

Narcissa was quickly dissuaded and ceased thinking about the new Lord Black. What good would it do for her to dream? There was no point.

Lucius may not be able to have her raped or abused anymore but he still does his damnedest to get her out of her rhythm. To fluster and frustrate her.

While her copy of their marriage contract was confiscated before she could read it, after a few years of trying to rile her up, he showed her the contract in the hope she would get mad. Unfortunately, his pettiness wasn't satisfied.

Oh, Narcissa was in smoldering rage! But... she would not give him the satisfaction of showing it. Never!

The contract was so simple and straight-cut it was impossible to get out of it. New Lord Black or not, even if she became a widow and another mandatory unbreakable marriage contract popped up, asking for her specifically, she would be 'unavailable'. She was bound to House Malfoy in her service, not Lucius. She was his wife, sure. But she was a slave of Malfoys.

Since she saw the contract, she tried to be a damn good mother to that twerp, Draco. While Lucius can't do anything to her, Draco, however, can.

An oversight on her part.

She would be damned if she caused her own suffering because she couldn't swallow her pride and be pleasant to the kid.

Lord Black won't be saving her. Not now, not ever. Her very own life was bound to Malfoys. Once Lucius dies, Draco will 'inherit' her.

She almost puked when she saw that clause in the contract. He won't inherit her as a wife. No. She would be a slave. This time, officially.

And if Draco died too? Well, Narcissa would shortly follow!

Lucius got what he wanted when he showed her the contract. He just didn't know it. He made her desperate and feel despair. Her life was forfeit and now, she knew it. The most she could do was to enjoy her remaining time. She would rather die than be a slave to Malfoys. But... she was prideful and she knew it. Suicide was something very hard, almost unthinkable for her.

That would mean giving up, after all.

As if in a childish tantrum Narcissa used a loophole in the contract and spent the next hour pondering the benefits secretly approaching Lord Black could get her while delaying informing her husband of the note and its significance. Lord Black wanted to distract him. Surely to gain time. She could do at least that much for him.

When her mind started to get clouded and muddled as her contract was about to take over and force her to rush to inform Lucius, with a sigh she stood up. Her peace ruined, she went towards the chambers of her husband to deliver it.

...

Narcissa entered Lucius's chambers and disgust immediately engulfed her.

There on the bed, her husband and Goyle Sr. had... Ugh.

This was not a new sight for Narcissa, she was already used to it and knew what to do in a situation like this.

She waited. Watching them go at it until her husband deems her presence important enough to pull out of Goyle. She was not really interested in what they do but the damn paper didn't let her leave! At most she could close her eyes and listen to their squeals with reluctance. Pigs...

It took almost another half an hour until Lucius smugly walked to her in satisfaction. Completely naked, definitely in some show of 'what she will never have again', trying to make her desire him.

Narcissa rolled her eyes at the resident 'Slytherin'.

"Here." She presented the letter to him. "Lord Black sends his regards."

She knew what to say to rile Lucius up. She observed in barely veiled glee how his face started to get paler, and paler, and paler until it suddenly purpled and she wondered if he has some metamorphmagus talent. As he read the note and understood the implications, the rage was flowing from him.

"What do you mean by 'Lord Black'!?" Lucius panted in rage, deciding to channel his anger on her. "Draco is supposed to be Lord Black after Walburga's death! You told me so!"

"If you say so." Narcissa offhandedly agreed as she started to observe her perfect nails in disregard, making Lucius even more livid.

"Narc...!"

Before he could scream at her some more, the wards alerted them of being breached. Lucius looked spooked out of his wits, thinking it was a revenge raid from Lord Black. He was not prepared for a fight!

Narcissa was also a little afraid, mostly due to not knowing what will happen to her if it really is a raid organized by Lord Black. But when she heard the alarm bell ringing, she let out a sigh of relief. No attacker rings a bell...

She walked towards the hall where the elves surely entertain their new guests, not paying attention to the scrambling Lucius, trying to dress up.

As she entered the hall, she was greeted with the sight of Amelia Bones and twenty aurors, waiting for Lucius. Her lips twitched. Then twitched again, and continued to do so until she was snickering in her palm, threatening to burst into full-blown laughter.

Lord Black sent freaking Aurors!

She realized the note was to make them guess Lord Black's intentions, make Lucius furious, and not pay attention to what is going on around the death of Walburga Black.

'Oh, clever. Very clever.' Narcissa tried to muffle her snickers. 'The dark objects that will be found in this house... all they needed was a reason for the search. Lucius, you fucked up.'

She barely held back amused tears and it took her a long while to calm down and greet her 'guests'.

'Aurors, pfft.'

...

Lucius was detained. Well, of course. Narcissa doubted they even scratched the surface of what is really stashed in the Manor but what the aurors did find was enough to send her husband to Azkaban for years.

Narcissa was also suspected but she got out of that by taking the initiative and swearing an oath on her magic that she didn't know 'what the artifacts hidden in the house were'.

Amelia's mistrustful stalking gaze didn't leave Narcissa long, long after she gave the oath that made it impossible for aurors to detain her. Well, the woman is sharp.

Narcissa knew they were there. It also wouldn't do to be questioned under Veritaserum, lest accidentally slipping some of her many, many appalling crimes.

She didn't even lie this time! She didn't know WHAT the dark artifacts are, after all. Not like she was allowed to examine them or is expert on dark artifacts.

What irked her, though, was the fact she had to deliver a monetary 'gift' to the Minister. Lucius won't be getting out of jail on his own. It ate her up from the inside out because her contract didn't compel her to get him out. But she knew she had to. It would be very bad for her health if she did not and Lucius somehow managed to bootlick his way out. It would be an instant breach of conditions of Lucius's oath, making him able to disregard it and treat her however he wished.

If she was not murdered by his friends first, of course.

That's why, the very next day, she visited Gringotts and withdrew a million galleons. Almost one-tenth of what was in the Malfoy accounts.

Seeing that pitifully small number made her snicker again. Yes, she did enrich Malfoys and made them a lot of money. But... she also wasn't prevented from sending the majority of the profits to the Black accounts. Just a pity she was forbidden to open her own private account, inaccessible to others, by Lucius. It kinda irked her she had to leak the money to Blacks, and therefore, her aunt.

Narcissa proceeded to send nine hundred thousand to the Black accounts as appreciation for making her laugh so much, ninety thousand to a trust fund for muggle-borns, in case Lucius ever found out and killed her for it. If nothing else, it would be a hilarious 'fuck you' to see him realize 'his' money was used for muggle-borns in need.

And the last ten thousand was for the bribe for the minister. Heh, she always appreciated the blubbering fool. He just signs a cheque, wagging his tail in happiness for getting a bribe. He doesn't even look at the amount. And when Narcissa found out her husband is the same and doesn't confirm the number of galleons used for bribing the Minister? Millions were embezzled already by her!

Malfoy's business profits actually single-handedly hold several charities for muggle-born and even muggles above the water surface! It is always a source of immense joy and smugness for Narcissa when her dear husband starts to rant after being unable to persuade the Wizengamot to close these 'mudblood lover's nests' down, never understanding where did they get such solid funding.

Add to that the percentage she sends to Black accounts and... voila, only ten percent of profits from literally anything Malfoys owns is actually deposited to their account.

Lucius is such a dear to focus on fucking Goyle and Crabbe while buttlicking the Minister, letting her run his House finances. As long as his account doesn't have a sharp drop, he doesn't even care to check!

And goblins? These cuties are yes men... for a fee, of course!

Yes, she was always proud to be in Slytherin.