"I don't want you to be a Death Eater."
Narcissa looks at The Dark Lord in shock. "You don't?"
"No. I can see it in you."
"See what?"
The Dark Lord smiles. "The blood of the snake."
"Do you remember the conversation we had twenty-two years ago?"
Narcissa looks up at him. "Yes."
"What did I tell you that night?"
"You told me I had the blood of the snake."
"And you have since proven it," The Dark Lord says. "You've lied and manipulated people over the past twenty-two years. You've betrayed people. You even betrayed your dear husband and sister. Not that they know. Lucius and Bellatrix have no idea Narcissa Black-Malfoy gave their location to the ministry. It's in your nature to lie, manipulate, and betray. But why? Why do you do it?"
"For you," Narcissa answers. "I do it for you."
Another lie.
The Dark Lord presses a kiss to his forehead. "Snake."
The Dark Lord was right. She was a snake.
For now, she would remain loyal to him.
But if it came down to it, Narcissa would betray him.
She would do anything to protect her son.
And was being a snake so bad if she was protecting her son?
Narcissa didn't think so.
She wraps her arms around Draco and presses a kiss to Draco's forehead.
Narcissa didn't care who she hurt along the way.
Draco was all that mattered to her.
And she would continue to be a snake in order to protect him.