A/N: Thanks to everyone who gives this a read.

Reviews are welcome.

I thought I'd try something different with Lucius and Narcissa from what I usually see or read, so I hope people like it.

Disclaimer: I'm not claiming to own anything Harry Potter related, The characters, the world and the whole concept belongs to J K Rowling, I'm just a huge fan using my own imagination. Not to publish or plagiarize someone else's work. Some characters have been written in as family members of characters mentioned in Miss Rowling's series.

Enjoy :)

December 1977

It was closing time for all the shops in Diagon Alley, it was Christmas eve and Narcissa sighed happily as she walked from the back rooms of Madam Malkin's to the shop floor. She had been working part time there for a year now, mostly to get out of the house. Her father had been pestering her to marry but she wasn't ready nor interested in any of the men who had been competing for her affections. There had only been one man for her and he was long gone.

She grabbed her bag and cloak from underneath the till and flicked her wand to turn out the lights. Narcissa walked over to the door and was about to turn the open sign around to the other side that read closed when a man burst through the door, throwing Narcissa to the ground in the process. She rose to her feet, rubbing the arm she had awkwardly landed on, her blue eyes meeting those stone cold ones that she could never forget.

Stood before her, was Lucius Malfoy. He was taller than she remembered, his long blonde hair tied back. He had swapped teenage robes for more tailored adult ones, and was carrying a stick with a snake's head. She knew the stick contained magical properties, her sister saw Lucius on a regular basis and had told her about it long ago. Personally, Narcissa tried to avoid going to social aristocratic parties that she guessed Lucius Malfoy would attend.

Lucius stood in the middle of the shop, a look of shock on his face. He certainly hadn't been expecting Narcissa Black to be working in a clothes shop, her family were wealthy. He wondered why she was here, but he didn't ask her. Her facial expression had changed from unexpected surprise of being thrown to the floor when he had barged through the door to pure hatred. Clearly the events of years ago still haunted her.

"Malfoy," she hissed.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, a tone of concern about his voice.

Narcissa glared at him, as if he really cared about hurting her.

"It doesn't matter, now what do you want?" Narcissa snapped.

Lucius met her glare, he didn't understand why she hated him so much.

"I need to purchase some dress robes," stated Lucius.

Narcissa scoffed in disbelief, it was closing time and he expected her to remain open so he could do his shopping. Everyone else may treat Malfoy like a god, but she was different. She would treat Malfoy like every other customer.

"Sorry Mr Malfoy, we're closed." Narcissa said coldly.

Lucius face turned to an expression of anger, he had never been used to someone trying to defy him. Everyone gave the Malfoy family respect, their loyalties bought so easily. Maybe the expression, there's a first for everything, was true.

"Miss Black, did you hear me?" Lucius asked.

Narcissa, who hand't stopped glaring at him, simply nodded and cleared her throat.

"And Mr Malfoy, did you hear me? I said we're closed," Narcissa affirmed.

Lucius took a step closer to her, grabbing her by the upper arm. She pulled her wand out and jabbed it into his stomach hard. He looked down into her furious blue eyes. Realising that she was ready to curse him, he released her and took a few steps away from her. Narcissa outstretched her arm and held her wand high, aiming at the place of his heart, if he had one.

"I said we're closed Mr Malfoy," Narcissa hissed.

Lucius nodded curtly before heading back to the door and pulling it open. His eyes briefly met hers as he whispered, "Merry Christmas, Narcissa" and slammed the door shut behind him.

Narcissa stood to the spot numbed by her encounter with Lucius Malfoy. Just by seeing him brought back all her pain from years before, pain that she had tried to forget. But as she walked out of the shop and locked the front door with her wand, she realised that she could never forget the events of the past.