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January 1st, 2002
1:23 PM
In a large manor, well out of the way somewhere in Britain, a woman with shoulder length, pure blonde hair, blue eyes, a soft, angelic looking face, with not one wrinkle to be seen, and an absolutely bombshell, hourglass figure briskly walked through the long halls. As she strutted onward, her form fitting, low cut black dress somewhat struggled to contain her figure: her perfectly round, H-Cup breasts jiggling in a hypnotic way with every step while her bubble butt, each cheek slightly larger than her breasts did the same, although to a lesser extent.
In one of her hands was two pieces of parchment with elegant writing on each page. In the other was a medium box of Mcdonald's french fries, one nearly empty save the last fry which was quickly devoured. Finished with her meal, the woman pulled a stick from somewhere in her dress and waved it, making the box vanish along with the little bits of salt and oil on her lips and fingers.
This was 27 year old Narcissa Malfoy nee Black, a 'pureblood' witch who grew up in a secret society of magical humans and creatures, such as dragons and centaurs and used wands to perform various feats of magic. (But you probably knew this since you're reading a Harry Potter fanfic.)
Entering the 'living room', she came across her 'husband' and fellow blonde Lucius Malfoy, a man with aristocratic features who was sitting in a very expensive looking chair, the Daily Prophet newspaper in hand. Not wasting a second Narcissa shoved the pieces of parchment into Lucius' hands and went off to her bedroom, one that was separate from her husband's.
Unaware of the moderate misfortune that was about to befall him, Lucius began reading the parchment as Narcissa rapidly packed a trunk with various books, clothes and sentimental objects. Once packed, she shrunk her trunk and pocketed it and scribbled out a small note on a more modern looking piece of paper.
As Lucius finished the first sheet of parchment, one detailing the loss of a hefty sum of galleons, Narcissa stepped in front of him and handed the pure white paper, indifferent of his disgust holding the non magical paper, though she did catch him ogling her substantial cleavage. Walking towards the door she entered in the first place, she felt her husband's eyes on her bum. Feeling vindictive, she gave her bum one hard smack before she fired off one last retort.
"GOOD LUCK FINDING SOMEONE THAT CAN MATCH THIS BODY YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
Troubled by her words, Lucius read the second parchment.
Dear Mister Malfoy
For violating clauses C-7 and D-2 of your marriage contract between the Malfoys and House Black, said marriage contract is hereby canceled, with 75% of the dowry withdrawn from the Malfoy Family Vault and monthly payments ceasing immediately.
Here are the clauses violated:
C-7: Pledging servitude to another magical user
D-2: The murder of a member of House Black
Regards, Shankgrab,
Malfoy Account Manager
PS: You'll reap what you sow later in life, signed Narcissa
With that Narcissa walked out the front door of the manor, past the ward lines and Apparated to a private location close to a nice, completely paid off home she owned in Crawley; A place she made certain no other magic user in Britain would ever find without her knowing. Once she arrived at her Apparation location, a small alley she knew for certain had no security cameras, she quickly transfigured her dress back into her original and more comfortable clothing that was more appropriate for the non magical suburbs; simple blue jeans that hugged her figure along with a bright yellow blouse that showed a sliver of her midriff and sneakers.
As for why she had to transfigure her casual wear into a fancy cocktail dress, it was due to the 'man' she just divorced. One she knew wouldn't hesitate to confront her if he caught her in 'muggle rags'. After all, he likely murdered dozens without batting an eye.
Walking out the alley, Narcissa strolled down the suburbs, practically feeling the love in each household as opposed to Malfoy Manor and most other pureblood houses. Eventually, she came across her true home: a nice baby blue, two story home with a red Ferrari parked in the driveway and a pool in the backyard.
Walking up the stone path, she unlocked the front door and entered her humble abode, closing the door behind her. Furnished with the latest technology, furniture, etc, Narcissa kicked her shoes off at the door and grabbed a silver bathrobe off the coat hanger. Shutting the blinds to the front windows slightly, enough to let light in and deny onlookers the inside of her home, Narcissa let a smile of happiness grow on her face.
"I'm finally free." She giggled.
Narcissa practically skipped towards her couch, a pure white one with three cushions, grabbing the remote to her 60 inch flat screen.
"Free to dress how I want."
Narcissa briskly tore off her blouse and jeans, replacing them with her robe, exposing her flawless, curvy body that could easily get her a job in modeling, complete with long, curvy legs, with nary a stretch mark to be seen across her soft, creamy skin alongside her silver bra and panties. With a wave of her wand she sent her day clothes flying into the next room, ready to be washed.
"Free to eat and drink what I want."
With another wand wave a bottle of Coca-Cola and an extra large pizza pie rushed from the kitchen and onto the coffee table in front of the couch. With another wave steam started rising from the pizza, the heating charm working immediately.
"And best of all, I can finally do what I want."
This was Narcissa Black, a former high society witch. Now, a witch that fell in love with the muggle world. Placing her legs onto the coffee table, Narcissa flicked on her TV, flipping through the channels until settling on Monty Python.
"This is the fucking best life." She lazily thought, taking a bite of her pizza.