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The best of everything…Lucius had heard that phrase so often and oft, he could write a whole sequel about it. He narrowed his eyes as he ran his deft hand down the spines of the many dusty books. Yes, he had the best of everything…he was a pureblood, had well-influenced respectable parents, a mansion, strong-built body, talent, a handsome appearance (he was aware of it), money, clothes, books, broomsticks… the list was endless, without any modesty, the truth was plain. Lucius always had the best of everything. He sighed as his hand landed on a thick volume of, 'Most Potent Potions by Hubscan Milletoad.' sending dust in every direction.

Almost…everything except love…Lucius shook his head abruptly and propped the book open on a flower vase. He proceeded hastily and read the first sentence, 'Potions have always been one of the most vital aspects in the wizarding community…' his keen, shapely eyes of a silver, raging thunderstorm frosted over as he realised he was reading the same sentence over and over again. He wondered silently (something he rarely ever did, he just always knew) why he was so unfocused. Like always he knew the answer almost instantly, it was because his parents did not give him the best of their love. They always expected money and gold to fill in the empty space, which did for a short run but it wasn't enough…

Maybe he should be thankful, Lucius had also considered. If his parents had not kept him out of the centre of their heart then he would have been rather spoilt, sentimental, weak and just pathetic…he rather liked to convince himself that the real reason why he was not loved like other children was because it was for his personality, for him to be a real, proud, Malfoy. These emotional blabber was put aside at the very end of his mind, as far away as possible for Lucius knew his destiny, his whole being and life. He was a Malfoy, they never meddled with such nonsense, it was the other, lowly beings' jobs… it was not good enough for him to bother with.

With that reasonably answered, he felt a tight knot in his muscular chest loosen as he rolled out a piece of fresh, crisp parchment. Dipping the eagle-quill in shiny ink he placed it on the surface and began to start his essay. 'The banning of now classified, dangerous, potions.' He wrote in an eligible, neat handwriting as he tickled his straight jaw in concentration. The frosted silver orbs started to flare in luminous, lustre lights as he skimmed the heavy tome, opened before him. His swift hand speedily scooted over the parchment as the automatic, elegant, pleasing words formed in the jet-black ink. Not taking the vibrant, morning mist coloured eyes off the volume he finished with his signature. He flourished it with pride and rolled it up carefully and stuffed all the stationery in the internally enlarged black, leather bag.

His tiring amount of homework was done, he was grateful to his new homework planner that he had purchased on the Term Holidays. He had been able to spread the workload over the few days so that the essays and assignments were completed brilliantly and on time. He sighed heavily as he ran his fingers through his even, alternatively long, thin strands of shimmering gossamer silver blonde. He tied it in a rush as he glanced at his timetable, which informed about quidditch. Lucius sneered as he remembered Potter's long face when Madam Hooch reluctantly told him that Lucius had already booked the pitch for the training session.

He left deliberate stray strands of silky, fair wisps of hair, to frame his acute and handsome face with those high, noble cheekbones, feather-soft light pink lips and thin, slender curtain of pale eyelashes and eyebrows. He slung his costly bag carelessly over his shoulder as he made his way promptly to the boys' toilets where he could get changed into the quidditch captain robes of intense green and silver in peace (in other words without girls and witches swarming around him).

Narcissa clasped her slender, pale fingers together and sat quite still, her back straight against the giant mahogany tree. As a proper lady and a Black, she should be out in the elaborately decorated garden, helping with the preparations. Preparations for her sister, Andromeda Black's engagement, engagement to Lucius Malfoy…Malfoy…she narrowed her crystalline silvery blue eyes. They shone with the sheen of ice and frost with the most palest, definite gleam. She did not quite like all this hassle if she was not in the centre of it. It seemed to be a waste of time and her energy when it was intended for the benefit of somebody else.
She had never seen him before, though gossip went around a great deal, tongues wagging about his endless riches and great figure. She snapped a twig; even in Beauxbatons Academy, streams of witches always adored his intelligence, noble attitude and his great quidditch talent. Narcissa scoffed, noble indeed. She thought his manner was usually ignorant. Pleasant, gentlemanly, perhaps but ignorant. As many girls would eagerly explain, he wore authority and egoism around like a cloak, not unexpected of a head boy and Slytherin but also of a Malfoy heir.
Narcissa pulled a brown leaf out of her hair. Sunlight rays was trapped in the shimmering golden waterfall, curling delicately at the end of the flowing cascade down to the small of her back. It danced elegantly as she ran her thin, shapely fingers through the finely spun silk. Narcissa pursed her rosebud mouth in boredom; she had taken care of her childish habits ages ago, now she had nothing to occupy herself with. Leaning back slightly, she let her guard down for just a minute to gaze at the sapling green of the mahogany leaves and the heavenly blue of the sky, familiarly reflecting her eyes.

A small gasp escaped the lush, blood red depths as a splinter drove itself painfully in the moonlight on snow coloured palm. A drop of crimson oozed its way down the rest of the rippling complexion, escaping the cold, frost of the lily to meet the lurid grass with a soft splash. Narcissa lifted up her palm to observe the splinter in a state of confusion and tenderness when a soft drawl, lazy but rich resounded around the breeze of the trees. "My…my…my, that must have been very painful Miss Black." Narcissa turned her head to the direction of the sound as she met a tall, well-built youth.

She could not help but study his vivid eyes of glassy grey…very cold yet so profound. His complexion was deathly white like gleaming marble unblemished by the usual teenager complaints. The atmosphere seemed to tense with dignity as a slight smile, sly and coy, toyed at the corners of his curved lips. His light, thin wisps of fine, pale, silver platinum hair was tied in a loose ponytail, entwined with white, silk ribbons. Stray strands remained freely around his well-defined, handsome face as his luxuriant, no doubt, expensive robes of black and emerald green billowed out around him with the slight breeze.

He made his ways swiftly towards her side and reached down for her hand. His was strong but very cold as he agilely picked the splinter out with his trimmed nails, staining his fingertips, a pretty cerise. He pulled a filament of the white ribbon and wrapped it firmly but tenderly around the plush flesh. The silk quickly absorbed the red liquid, a picture of a budding, red rose seemed to appear on the ribbon as Narcissa gazed at him with those unearthly, icy eyes. Lucius casually wiped his fingertips on his black cloak.

"I hope that's better…" he murmured softly as he stared at her.

Lucius could not pull away from the ethereal beauty in front of him as he quickly registered her oval-shaped face with its delicate features. An appealing nose and high cheekbones with lengthy bronze eyelashes that half hid her sparkling eyes of sapphires set in snow.

She was fine-boned and graceful with long, rich, straight locks of enchanting gold that curled charmingly at the ends. She had a wickedly dainty, rippling complexion of pearly white and plush, unavoidable red lips. Lucius had heard that the Black family had a branch of Veela blood in their relations and if any of the sisters had its exquisite beauty, then Narcissa would certainly possess it. Not Bellatrix with her dark, seducting aristocrat good looks or the muggle-loving, open-minded (a little bit dazed if he might say so) feeble Andromeda but Narcissa. She seemed to be quite young with budding curves that would be flawless and she seemed to be chaste, but one glance into her powerful eyes informed Lucius that she was a great challenge, strong and stable, just the way he liked it.

Narcissa tried to avoid his penetrating steely grey eyes without shame. "Thank you Mr…" she trailed off smoothly, waiting for him to finish the sentence. "Malfoy." He answered promptly. Narcissa felt the heat rise amazingly fast up to her cheeks but with great will, she forced it to chill. So this was her sister's future betrothed-to-be! A pang of jealousy speared through her as she dismissed it almost immediately. With reckless daring, an urgent instinct surged within her. Narcissa always had the subtle talent of manipulation, now she wanted to put it in action more than ever, even if it meant ruining her family name and Andromeda's future. She didn't care much about anybody else…that Narcissa Black, all she ever indulged in was herself…

Lucius saw her silent and was about to put in a wry statement when an almost hysterical, shrilly voice floated towards them. "Narcissa Vainette Black! Urgh! What are you doing? Everybody was looking for you all over the pl - " Bellatrix Black's dark raven hair was coming out of its firm bun as she frowned, a recognition alight in those midnight black, heavy-lidded eyes. "Lucius Malfoy…" she sneered, "What are you doing in the acquaintance of my baby sister." Lucius brushed away the debris of dirt off his robes as he stood to his full height, towering over Bellatrix. "I daresay she's a baby, Bellatrix." He said calmly,

"She's only in her fifth year. How very unlike you." She said tartly, holding her hand out for Narcissa.

Narcissa did not take the outstretched lily-white hand as she picked herself up, her head reaching to Lucius's chin. She turned to Bellatrix; surprised that Bellatrix even knew who Lucius Malfoy was. Ever since the agreement between the two families that Andromeda and Lucius would create an alliance, Bellatrix and Narcissa had been shut away from him tactfully. "How do you know Mr Malfoy, Bella?" she asked, a fair, thin, shapely eyebrow raised. Narcissa was not ashamed of Bellatrix's humiliation as she turned the same crimson to her dress and muttered something about the Malfoy heir being best friends with Rodolphus, her fiancé. Narcissa hardly believed her; young she was but old enough to know that Bellatrix had toyed with every eligible bachelor in the whole wizarding community.

"Lestrange deserved somebody more worthy than you, Bella." Lucius cut in airily to Narcissa's thoughts.

"You don't have any right to decide who's worthy or not for Roddy." Bellatrix snapped, already making an attempt to drag Narcissa away.

"He is my best friend so I have the every right…as always."

Bellatrix narrowed her eyes; her short temper did not help as she snarled,

"You think you are so good Lucius. That's the damned excuse you gave me when you threw me out of your bed, wasn't it? You'll pay for your arrogance one day…"

Lucius's mocking face was now set grim,

"I'm positively petrified." He said sarcastically, then glancing at Narcissa he hastily added,

"Watch your language, Ms Black, it would do well that you remember we have company." Bellatrix blinked as she gazed into Narcissa's innocent but not quite innocent face.

"Let's go." She said,

Lucius politely added to Narcissa, "Excuse us." Narcissa nodded frostily, Lucius gave Bellatrix an amused smile,

"A girl of few words. How very unlike you." He added sardonically. Bellatrix glared at him fiercely before choosing to tactfully ignore him. "Come on, we have to get ready for the engagement party." She whispered hastily to Narcissa, as they parted further away from Lucius. Narcissa only caught a last glimpse of the blonde wistfully as she muttered dully, "Fine…"