A/N: 'Ello all! This is the first part in my Blood Series, which will be a three-part related but not continuous story written for a challenge over at the Harry Pottter Fanfiction Challenge Forum. And, phew, that was a long sentence! xD
It's hard, being a pure-blood.
(oh, quit laughing, we're all being quite serious here)
When you're a pure-blood, certain things are expected of you. This is something that Narcissa grows up knowing but loathes all the same. She knows that she will not get the life of a muggle or a mudblood or a half-blood; she will not get a choice, and isn't that what everyone wants?
(they say it will be romantic, a wedding at dawn on the twenty-first day of spring)
Her choice is not an option. Lucious Malfoy will be her husband, and this fact is decided for her on the eve of her eleventh birthday. Narcissa is told the news through a letter, of all things, and is given a detailed account of what will take place in the future.
(only moments after she turns seventeen, they say, is when her surname will be changed)
It isn't horrible, she supposes, because she met the little blond boy on the train to Hogwarts. He seemed alright, if a little shy. At least she'll get the chance to know him though, unlike the girl she shares a dorm with. Megan Crabbe, she thinks, is the brunnet's name, and she will be shipped off to Norway to marry a wizard there, whom she will not meet until their wedding day.
(that's normal for them, you see, because it's tradition)
Narcissa is lucky. When the sun rises at Hogwarts, she can go downstairs and talk with her future-husband. When she runs through the halls, she has a chance at being free.
(it's a small one though, and disappeares the moment that she returns to her home)
Being a pure-blood is considered an honor. Narcissa considers it to be a burden.