Narcissa and Hermione meet on the professional duelling circuit. How will they fair, meeting again for the first time 5 years after the war?
A/N: Just a little something that came to me, so I ran with it. All rights to the Harry Potter world and characters belong to JKR! I make no money from this, yadda yadda.
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Narcissa breathed a frustrated sigh as she watched her opponent's wand sail through the air into her hand. Each person she had faced thus far had proven to be no match for her as she worked her way towards the finals of the European Duelling Championship. Bella's tutelage had more than paid off when she decided to become her own person and begin duelling on the professional circuit.
The referee's whistle sounded to signal the end of the match and the wizard Narcissa had been paired against swore at his loss, striding across the arena to retrieve his wand from her.
"Malfoy," he muttered as an acknowledgement as she handed him his wand.
"Actually, it's Black now," she replied, inclining her head in return with an easy smile. It had become a habit to not engage with individuals who refused to recognize her divorce.
The referee indicated her as the the victor and the crowd roared with applause as the defeated man whose name she hadn't bothered to remember strode towards the exit. She thanked the referee and made for the exit also. Perhaps her match tomorrow would prove to be more of a challenge.
"That was well executed," came a voice to her left as she exited the arena. She turned to face the person who had spoken and was surprised to see Hermione Granger leaning against the wall, a casual smile on her young face. "I haven't seen skills like those since I fought your sister."
Narcissa bristled at the mention of Bella. Regardless of her opinions or feelings now, the past was still the past, and Hermione Granger had no right discussing her sister openly with her. As she stood peering at the younger witch, Narcissa took in the choppy pixie cut that the muggleborn had adopted since the end of the war. It framed her face in a handsomely masculine yet feminine way, and she was forced to admit that it suited her.
"Thank you Miss Granger," she replied icily, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind. "If you'll excuse me." Narcissa moved to continue on but Hermione stepped in front of her, eyes flashing in challenge.
"You might want to stay and watch, Lady Black. I suspect that it will be you and I in the final. You might want to see what you're up against." She smirked and sauntered around Narcissa, who stood dumbfounded at the muggleborn's audacity.
No, she would not stay to watch. No matter the opponent, Narcissa Black would be the victor of this tournament and prove to the entirety of the wizarding world that she was more than just pretty, pureblood arm candy. She was a force unto herself, more than willing to crush those who got in the way of her ambition.
Without looking back, Narcissa strode to the apparition point and spun on the spot, the shimmer of her dark green robes lingering as she disappeared.
This was the start of a small idea that came to me last night that I will be posting in small ~500 word drabbles. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue this or not.
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