The room immediately went silent the moment that Lucius made his grand entrance.

The party was for Lucius. Its purpose was to celebrate him being the new head of his family, a position that all male Purebloods gained upon their graduation from school.

However, even if the party had not been for Lucius, heads still would have turned at his appearance.

With his shoulder-length platinum blond hair and his steely grey eyes, Lucius was the perfect combination of seduction and danger that so many women just could not get enough of.

He's magnetic, Narcissa couldn't help thinking. That's what Muggles would say.

Narcissa, however, immediately felt disgust at thinking of her beloved Lucius in such a way.

Even among gods, he's supreme, Narcissa quickly amended her thoughts, and he's mine and mine alone.

Out of the corner of her eye, Narcissa noticed that her sister Bellatrix was glaring at Lucius with nothing but the utmost loathing.

Bellatrix did not like Lucius. She had never liked Lucius. However, that didn't stop her from being jealous that Narcissa had gotten him instead of her. As for Bellatrix, she had been made to settle for Rodolphus Lestrange, who just couldn't compare with Lucius's presence.

Rodolphus looked common, but not Lucius. No, there was no doubt that Lucius was an aristocrat and the very definition of everything that a male Pureblood was supposed to be. Compared to Lucius, Rodolphus was just an insignificant bug, and Bellatrix (who was used to having the best of everything) couldn't accept that.

Narcissa also noticed the jealous glare that Iris was directing in Lucius's direction.

Iris was a fellow Slytherin and in the same year as Narcissa. However, the two girls had never been friends. Iris was strong-willed and independent like Narcissa's friends Georgina and Nicola, but unlike Georgina and Nicola, Iris was completely self-centered and unable to sympathize with anyone but herself.

But what really kept Narcissa and Iris from ever becoming friends was the fact that Iris wanted Lucius for herself, and she had never been secretive about that desire.

It had taken Iris a long time to emotionally recover after Lucius had openly rejected her in front of the rest of the Slytherins. Anyone who dared to make Narcissa cry, even if Lucius was the only one to see her tears, always ended up paying the price.

Iris was standing beside her future husband Parkinson, and she wasn't looking none too happy about it.

Like Lucius, Parkinson had just graduated from Hogwarts. However, unlike Lucius, Parkinson had just been an average student who had often been lazy and unmotivated. For someone as ambitious as Iris, that was unacceptable.

Narcissa then caught sight of her two friends Georgina and Nicola and her other friend Flora. Like Iris, they were also standing beside their future husbands, Goyle, Crabbe, and Nott. And like Iris, they did not like the men they were to marry.

Narcissa knew that that her three friends liked Lucius, but unlike Iris, they had the proper breeding to not go after a man that they knew belonged to another woman, especially considering that other woman was their friend.

Narcissa knew that Lucius would dance with Flora, Georgina, and Nicola at least once before the night was over, but he would only do that because they were Narcissa's friends and therefore his friends as well.

However, Lucius's first and final dance would be with Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled when Lucius began to make his way towards her. Despite the fact that everyone was looking at him and trying desperately to get his attention, Lucius only had eyes for her.

It was as if they were the only two people in the room.

"May I have this dance?" Lucius asked Narcissa as he bowed to her and kissed her hand, his voice every inch the proper gentleman.

"Yes, you may," Narcissa replied, curtsying slightly like the proper lady that she was.

They had always known how to put on a show for the Pureblood public.

As they began to dance, Narcissa noticed that everyone's eyes were on them, but especially female eyes.

You may look, Narcissa thought, but you may not touch. He's mine and mine alone.