Narcissa sat in a high backed chair in the Slytherin common room. Her feet were pulled up to her chest and she balanced a leather bound book on her pale knees. Her pale eyes looked past the top of her book, settling on a boy sitting on the other side of the room with her sister Bella.
She was sitting on the arm of his chair, giggling as he spoke quietly to her. Narcissa wished desperately to be sitting in Bella's place, listening as he told her how beautiful she looked in the fire light.
She shook her head and snapped her book shut. She got up and attempted to retreat up to her bedroom when a voice stopped her in her tracks. "Cissa." Bella called out to her younger sister. Narcissa turned, her face becoming stoic. "Yes, Bella?" she replied sweetly, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.
"Come here." Bellatrix said, beckoning the blond girl over. Narcissa glided over to her older sister who brushed a strand of white blond hair from the girl's eyes. "You know Lucius Malfoy, don't you?" she asked.
Narcissa blushed a deep crimson despite her efforts to stay calm. She opened her mouth, but Lucius spoke before she could. "I believe we met at last year's Christmas party, didn't we?" he asked the younger girl. Narcissa nodded, surprised that he remembered her.
"I couldn't forget such a pretty girl." He said, giving her a charming smile. Narcissa felt her face burning again at the compliment. Bellatrix frowned a little. She hadn't called Narcissa over so she could steal Lucius's attention. It was so typical of her, her fair skin and blond hair always made sure she was the centre of attention.
Bella forced a smile, tucking Narcissa's hair behind her ears in a mockery of an affectionate gesture. "You should probably head to bed. Mother would never approve if she knew you were staying up so late."
Narcissa nodded, inclining her head to Lucius. "Goodnight Bella." She said before turning and hurrying up to her room.
When she arrived there she hopped onto her bed, closing the curtains around her. She clutched her book to her chest as if it were Lucius himself. Her heart was beating so fast and butterflies were dancing in her stomach. She had spoken to Lucius Malfoy. Or rather, he had spoken to her. She hadn't been able to get many words out.
She dressed in her night clothes and slid under the comforter. Maybe, she hoped, Lucius would start to see her more than just Bella's little sister.
This is just a short little opener I wrote. It might become more if anyone is interested in reading more.