Something different I Severus/Lucius/Y/N

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At Narcissa fiancé's Manor, the tension was almost palpable, hanging thick in the air as Narcissa paced around the drawing room, her sharp gaze occasionally flickering to the grand windows that overlooked the misty grounds. Draco sat by the fireplace, his posture stiff, clearly agitated after the quarrel he'd had with his father. His mind was still swirling with thoughts of you and Lucius, the bitterness of his father's betrayal fresh in his heart.

"How could he do this, Mother?" Draco's voice was edged with anger and confusion as he looked up at Narcissa. "How could Father... be with her? He knew about the past between me and her!"

Narcissa stopped mid-step and turned to face Draco, her blue eyes narrowing slightly. There was a flicker of something in her gaze, something dark, something that had been festering for far too long. She had never trusted you—not from the beginning. And now, with Lucius's apparent obsession, it seemed like all her suspicions were being confirmed.

"Draco, darling, I've always had my doubts about her," Narcissa said, her voice low and deliberate. She walked over to her son, perching herself elegantly on the arm of his chair. "I never trusted that girl. Not even when you were dating her."

Draco blinked, surprise evident in his expression. He hadn't expected his mother to bring this up, not now. "What do you mean, you never trusted her? You never said anything back then."

Narcissa's lips curled into a thin smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I didn't have to. I could see the way things were unfolding. Even when you were together, I noticed... the way your father looked at her."

Draco's brow furrowed, clearly taken aback. "Father? What are you talking about?"

Narcissa's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You never noticed, did you? Lucius couldn't take his eyes off her. Every time she came to the Manor, his gaze would linger just a bit too long. He'd find excuses to speak with her, to be alone with her." Narcissa's eyes hardened, and her jaw tightened. "He wanted her, Draco. From the very beginning, he wanted her."

Draco's face contorted in disbelief. He shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around what his mother was saying. "That's absurd, Mother. She was with me. Why would Father..."

Narcissa stood, her figure looming above Draco as she began to pace once more. "Because your father... well, he's always had a wandering eye, hasn't he? You were too caught up in your own feelings to notice the way he watched her. The way he wanted her."

Her words were venomous, dripping with a deep-seated jealousy that had clearly been festering for years. Draco's confusion deepened as he tried to process what his mother was saying. Had Lucius really harbored feelings for you all along? Had he been so blind to it?

"You're wrong," Draco said, though his voice was less confident than before. "Father would never..."

"Wouldn't he?" Narcissa cut him off, her tone sharp and accusatory. "He's done it before, Draco. You know that as well as I do. Your father has never been faithful, not truly. And she—that golddigger—she was always a temptation for him. Even when you were together, I could see it."

Draco's mind reeled as he thought back to all the times you had visited Malfoy Manor, the dinners, the long conversations. Could there have been something more? Had he missed the signs?

Narcissa's voice softened, but her words were no less biting. "She always had an air about her, didn't she? That way of making people feel drawn to her, even when they shouldn't be. And your father... well, he's always been drawn to power, to beauty. She had both."

Draco stared into the flames, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of his father desiring you, the woman he had once loved, felt like a knife twisting in his gut. But something about Narcissa's tone, about the way she spoke, began to gnaw at him.