Hi All, so this is the second ever fic I have written, I haven't used a beta but it should be ok. I started writing this because I felt this is a story that has not been written and I have read a lot of Narcissa/Lucius fics. This is going to run COMPLETELY TO CANON hopefully, it's just a story written from the other side of the screen, but from Narcissa's perspective because by the end of Deathly Hallows, she turned into my favourite character. I have done a lot of research but if I have missed something, please let me know and i'll fix it.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the Queen, JK Rowling, I am not profiting from this story. Enjoy =)

Narcissa Black awoke from her restless slumber. Blinking away the blurred vision, her eyes focused on the drapes hanging above her on the four poster bed. Today was the day, it had taken 7 years but finally the day had come. She smiled to herself, savouring the feeling of the walm sheets around her. It was the last time she would wake up in this bed, this dormitory, this castle. Today she graduated from Hogwarts, Slytherin class of '73. She slowly sat up and gazed around the room, all of her dorm mates were still sleeping. She pushed the sheets back and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rose from her sitting position and moved to the foot of the bed to her trunk to pull out her uniform and robe for her last day at Hogwarts, then silently moving across the dorm to the bathrooms to shower.

She arrived early for breakfast, her unreadable mask as the Ice Queen covered her features, concealing her excitement, as she glided into the Great Hall, making her way to the Slytherin table. The ceremony would take place not long after breakfast where the seventh year students would receive their NEWTs certificates and rankings within the year group. She had done well, she knew she had. Her whole seven years at Hogwarts had been dedicated to her studies and she was confident with her exams. She wasted no time on boys, or girls wanting to be associated with the Noble and Ancient House of Black. She had no need for friends, they were all below her in class and social ranking. She most certainly did not benefit from their company. All bar one.

The young third year slid onto the bench next to her, making eye contact and smiling briefly. She obliged, nodding back. She did not know why she was so taken with this boy. Severus Snape, he was five years her junior and a half-blood at that, but unbelievably intelligent, far beyond his year. she enjoyed his company, and he, hers. Although she couldn't help wondering if he only hung around her so he wasn't tormented to death by the bullies of his year, one of which happened to be Narcissa's cousin, Sirius. She had never liked the boy, also five years younger than herself and heir of the Black Family, but he never acted it. He was a disgrace to the family, associating with muggle-borns and half-bloods, he did not believe in Pure Blood supremacy and worse, the first member of the Black Family in a quite lengthy time to be sorted somewhere other than Slytherin. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, into Gryffindor! Ravenclaw they would have coped with by Gryffindor? He truly did not deserve the name Black.

The two ate in silence, exchanging glances every now and then, able to read each other's thoughts. He was like a younger brother to Narcissa, she was very protective of him. Punishing his tormentors with jinxes and hexes whenever they bothered him. She hadn't needed to for a while because they understood the picture with her around. No-one messed with Narcissa Black. When people saw her walk the corridors they would step aside. It didn't take much for students to remember her older sister, not the disowned, blood traitor Andromeda, no, the definition of insanity Bellatrix. When people saw Bellatrix walk the corridors during her time at Hogwarts, they would run in the other direction. All you had to do was look at Bellatrix the wrong way and you would be vomiting slugs for days. Fortunately for Hogwarts students, she had finished four years earlier and was now married to Rodolphus Lestrange. She had done what was expected of a Pure Blood witch of her age and married a Pure Blood of good standings, although not for love, it was a marriage of convenience. Narcissa's other sister by blood, had done quite the opposite, running off to marry a muggle-born she was in love with when she finished Hogwarts, henceforth, earning her a disowning and was blasted from the Black Family tree by her Aunt Walburga, Sirius' mother. If anyone had asked Narcissa, she only had one sister. If one had asked Cygnus and Druella Black, they had two daughters, Bellatrix and Narcissa. She was an embarrassment and caused quite a rift in society for the whole Black Family.

Narcissa knew the rest of her life had been planned out for her. She would not go on to study further for a career, no, Pure Blood women never worked. She would be married before the age of 20, to a Pure Blood of course, and dedicate the rest of her life to her husband and children. She had often pondered the idea of her future, maybe it wasn't exactly what Narcissa had in mind, but it was the right thing to do. As she scanned the Great Hall which was now filling with students, her mind played over the eligible men that might soon ask her father, Cygnus, to court his youngest daughter. The list was short, the men had to be above the Black Family in order to be at all considered. It consisted of Rabastan Lestrange, Bella's brother-in-law whom was in the year above her at Hogwarts, Antonin Dolohov, she had never seen much of him, only at Pure Blood balls, Thorfinn Rowle who was definitely not the brightest apple on the tree, Yaxley who was about ten years older than her but still a Pure Blood, and, if she was extra lucky, it would be Lucius Malfoy, King of Pure Blood society. He would be the catch of the century, although after Andromeda's stunt the previous year, the Black Family had fallen from grace, something needed to be done to lift them back into the spotlight and a Black to Malfoy marriage would be just the way to do it. They had got on well enough during their time at Hogwarts together; he was a year older and was constantly followed around by inferior girls that would swoon over him. He was particularly handsome, there was no denying that! But he was also incredibly rich and a fantastic Quidditch player. Narcissa wasn't into following him around like a lost dog, that was only for commoners, no, they respected each other in shared domains, such as the common room, corridors and the great hall, nodding to each other when they made eye contact, neither of them smiled, they had reputations to uphold. She would also occasionally catch him staring, but that was nothing new for Narcissa, she was beautiful, a blonde, blue eyed Ice Queen. Her only downfall, she was above everyone else and she knew it.

Narcissa finished her toast, just as the last of the school made its way into the hall and Narcissa took this as her queue to leave. She rose from the bench and started towards the entrance hall, Severus followed shortly after, she looked back to see if he was following and caught him eying a red head sitting at the Gryffindor table with her cousin and his gang of trouble making friends. Severus soon turned around to see that Narcissa had caught him looking and he turned a light shade of pink. Narcissa simply shook her head and the two made their way back to the common room to spend some time together in Narcissa's final hours at Hogwarts.

The ceremony was pleasant; Narcissa was top of the year group gaining marks above both the Head Boy and Head Girl. No surprise there, she thought, smirking to herself. Straight O's in all six of her subjects, charms, potions, DADA, apparation, history of magic and study of ancient runes. Seven years of pure study had paid off, even though she would never need the marks, she just wanted to prove she was the best; she was superior in every way. She allowed a smile to grace her lips with all the congratulations she received, but nothing more.

Before she knew it, she was loaded onto the Hogwarts Express on her way back to London, she had said her final good-byes to the castle on the carriage down to Hogsmeade. She sat silently in a compartment with Severus, looking out the window at the scenery in its fading light. Her parents, Cygnus and Druella would be waiting for her on the platform when the train arrived in London. It would be great to be home, back in her own room in her own bed. Summer was on its way and she was sure she would have a fantastic holiday.

For reasons unknown to her, the train ride home never seemed quite as long as it did to get there, it started to decrease its speed to enter the station long before Narcissa was ready for it. Severus and Narcissa had spoken little on the ride home, mostly because Severus did not like returning home which Narcissa knew was because of his drunkard father. He hated his father with a passion and only returned home for the sake of his mother. Before long, the train rolled into platform 9 3/4 and came to a complete stop. Narcissa and Severus stayed seated for a few more minutes to all everyone to rush off, said their good-byes and graciously left the train. Narcissa tried with great difficulty to walk to where her parents stood on the platform, she could not deny she was excited to see them but it was unbecoming of a lady to run. As she reached them, a smile presented itself on her face and she nodded to both and addressed them, "Father, Mother." In a flash, the three Blacks apparated home. At that, standing in the entrance hall to the Black Manor, Narcissa lost all Pure Blood courtesy and threw her arms around both of her parents which they returned as they embraced their daughter. They were glad to see her home, only in public did they act in a manner consistent with Pure Blood civility, they really were a warm, loving family, within reason. They exchanged small talk, mostly her parents wanting to hear about her NEWTs results which they were more than pleased with. Narcissa then said her good nights and retreated to her room with her trunk where she began to unpack, before she realised how tired she actually was and collapsed onto her bed, flicked her wand once to change her clothing, twice to turn off the lights and fell into a gentle slumber.

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