(A/N: Another random piece from my personal fanfiction story. I will finish this (eventually) however I have my own story I'm writing and other things I need to do. :/ I've never been all that fond of Lucius.)
Hope you enjoy! :D
It was the summer right after my seventh year at Hogwarts; I had been in the Slytherin house. I was sitting on my bed reading.
"Cissy, Mother and Father want to speak with you," my older sister, Bellatrix, said sticking her head into my room.
I sighed as I closed the thick book I was reading and got off my bed. After looking quickly in the mirror to make sure my robes weren't wrinkled and my blond hair was smooth, I headed downstairs. My parents hated it when I let my hair become a mess.
"Yes, Mother," I said as I walked into the parlor. I froze when I saw who was sitting in my parlor with my parents.
"Narcissa, I assume you know Lucius Malfoy, as he is also a Slytherin," my father said, giving me a look to tell me to sit down. Lucius is the same age as me.
"Yes, Father," I answered sitting in one of the empty seats.
"Then that will give you two an advantage, already knowing each other," my father replied.
"An advantage for what, Father?" I asked confused.
"An advantage in your courtship," my mother smiled.
I was speechless. I knew I was to marry a pure-blood, but Lucius Malfoy? He was an arrogant git that somehow made prefect and some girls had crushes on, I'm clueless why. I suppose I should have seen this coming.
"When does it start?" I asked trying to not sound angry or bitter about having my marriage arranged. I knew the only thing I was to be to him was a trophy wife in a sense, just like my mother was to my father.
"Today, of course; now your mother and I will give you two some time to get to know each other," my father said standing up along with my mother and leaving the parlor.
"Narcissa Black," Lucius said moving to sit next to me.
I fought the urge to hit or insult him, biting my lip and looking at my hands in my lap.
"You will need to speak to me, being that you are my future wife," he spoke again.
"It's a pleasure to meet you formerly, Mr. Malfoy," I said slowly looking up at him.
"You may call me Lucius, we are the same age. Now, we are supposed to get to know each other. How shall we go about doing that?" he asked me.
"However you wish," I answered.
"I don't believe your parents would approve of us snogging so soon," Lucius replied and I fought to not make a disgusted face at the thought. "You're quite lovely," he added smiling.
"Thank you," I replied trying to smile.
We spent until dinner speaking quite awkwardly. Over the next month, he came over almost every day and we would spend, mostly supervised, time together. He turned out to not be as terrible as I thought. After about a month of that, he proposed. When he proposed it was more of just giving me an engagement ring to make it official, I didn't actually get a choice in the matter. The ring was overly extravagant for me with three diamonds, all the same size, on it. My mother immediately started planning my wedding, which was just about everything I didn't want. Soon enough we went wedding dress shopping, of course my mother picked out several dresses I didn't like.
"Cissy, what about this?" Bellatrix said showing me a satin faced organza gown.
"Oh, I like it," I smiled, for the first time that day.
"No, it's not very traditional, this is more traditional," my mother said pulling a long sleeved satin and lace ball gown.
"Mother, it is my wedding gown," I pointed out carefully.
"Try this on anyway," she answered firmly.
"Of course," I nodded biting my bottom lip to keep silent.
"Again I say it's not traditional enough," my mother stated.
"Mother, I really like this one," I said turning to look at her.
"Fine," my mother sighed after a little more arguing.
March first, my wedding day
"Bella, I don't think I can do this," I said trying not to cry because it would ruin my makeup.
"You have to," she shrugged unsure of what to say. Though she was married, she wasn't happily married.
"Narcissa, time to go," my mother said from where she stood next to my father in the doorway.
I nodded, walking to the doorway and taking my father's arm. The next few minutes were a blur. Bellatrix, being my only bridesmaid walked down the aisle and when she reached the front the doors closed and reopened when I stood before them, my veil down over my face, holding my father's arm. At the alter my father placed my hand in Lucius's and I dared not flinch at what was about to happen.
"You look lovely," he whispered, sounding almost genuine.
"Thank you," I muttered.
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"I, Lucius Malfoy, take thee Narcissa, to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as we both shall live," Lucius said smiling. At least I think he was smiling, it didn't look like a smirk.
"I, Narcissa Black, take thee Lucius, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, as long as we both shall live," I said trying to keep my voice from shaking at the thought of what I was saying.
"May I have the rings," the officiator of our wedding requested and my brother-in-law took them out of his suit pocket and handed them to him.
"With this ring, I pledge my faithfulness to you," Lucius said slipping my ring onto my finger.
After I did the same for Lucius, trying to put his ring on before my hands began shaking too much, the officiator said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."
My heart leapt into my throat as he lifted my veil, leaned closer and kissed me softly on the lips. For those few moments when his lips were against mine, time seemed to stop. He never would have dared to kiss me when we were engaged, so I had never felt that before. Could I, Narcissa Black, no, Narcissa Malfoy, have actually fallen in love with him? I half-way hoped so, it would mean I could at least me somewhat happy.
