Disclaimer: If it were mine…I'd have too much money to be wasting my time writing this! Lol!
Chapter One:
Narcissa Black stood waiting to cross through the barrier to Platform 9 ¾. She watched as one by one the students leaned against it to casually fall through to another year of the hell some people liked to call school. A flash of pale, blonde hair caught her attention. She shuddered. Malfoy. The most egotistical tyrant on the face of the earth. She hadn't had to see his annoyingly arrogant face all summer, and now she wouldn't be able to escape it for nine months. Maybe more, if her father had his way.
Typical Father, wanting me to marry Malfoy for his money. Clearly personality wasn't on the list of qualities one must meet to marry his "little flower".
Narcissa sighed as Lucius Malfoy noticed her eyes on him and headed her way with that damn arrogant grace of his. His quick, measured strides made him nearer all to quickly for Narcissa's liking. Malfoy sneered evilly as he stood in front of her, his eyes roving her body like some crude muggle radar.
"Found something you like looking at?" He smirked.
Oh, Gods! He thinks I was admiring him! The prat!
"Found something that will most likely challenge my puke reflexes for the rest of the term." Narcissa replied in mock sweet voice.
Lucius resumed his usual evil glare, before pushing ahead in line and quickly passing through the barrier. Leaving a group of terrified first years in his wake. Narcissa sighed heavily. How could she put up with him for two more years? It was bad enough he was in her House, but they were both Prefects, which meant spending more time with Hogwart's resident rich boy. Girls threw themselves at him everyday because of his money and looks. Narcissa despised him, which only seemed to make him want her more.
Why me?
Narcissa woke from her dreamy state with a start, realizing she was holding up the line. She walked through the wall, and handed her trunk to a baggage boy. She pushed her way through the crowd and headed to the Prefect's carriage. She stopped short to glare at the blonde man with his back to her as she entered. This was going to be a long year.