Notes: So here I am, full of ideas for adventure and action and the first thing that comes out is a love story. Meh. But I hope it is quite a nice love story. This first chapter is a bit soppy in places (I am not that good at writing love as I have not much experience) but the second chapter is better. It is meant to be about how the Black sisters first fell in love and there is a cameo from young Sirius. How can you resist that?
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Narcissa's Tale.
She'd known Lucuis for a long time. They'd first met when she was about four, he'd pulled her hair and she'd hit him over the head with a stuffed hippogriff.
At Hogwarts he'd just been an item, another loud, rough Quiddich player. He'd come over to visit a few times, and spent the time discussing homework with Andromeda, or childish politics with Bellatrix. He'd never been anything special, just part of her life, as much as her sisters, or her friends, or her dreadful cousins were.
It had been on the night of her first ball that she'd first truly seen him as the man she would grow to love and care for. She'd been wearing a long purple dress, that her mother said made her look quite the lady and it had been nicer than Andromeda's dress, a white lacy affair. Bella had introduced her, the swept her red velvet off to the drinks table, and Narcissa had been left alone.
She'd stood, all uncertain, in the large hall so full of people and felt terribly alone.
Then a smooth voice behind her said 'Miss Black?' and she'd turned to meet light-grey penetrating eyes and a faintly mocking smile and a suave hand has gently grasped hers. She'd trembled as his lips brushed the tip of her fingers. She'd drawn her self up all proud and haughty and seen the answering light in his eyes.
And that night, behind the curtain, before the guests departed, a sweet stolen kiss. A flurry of lips and hands and his hot breath on her neck and then a smile (oh that smile!) and he'd gone.
Now she was older, married, old enough to know that a several parents had breathed a sigh of relief that night, as the young Narcissa Black had pledged her love to Abraxus Malfoy's son. That she had not been the first girl Lucuis had kissed, that their love had been no more a hidden secret that Hogwarts was.
But it was nice to dream. To think that they had been discovering something wild and new and wonderful. To imagine that their love was hidden, secret, and forget that adults had been watching and waiting for it for many years.
Narcissa put the photo she'd been staring at back in the box, wrapping it tenderly with a layer of tissue paper, smiling a little as she did so. For once she felt she had outshone her sisters, after all, she was the only one with a male pureblood heir.
Neither of her sisters had managed that!
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Nice? Good? Should I keep writing? Should I throw my work down the toilet and become a maths teacher? The picture Cissa is looking at is her wedding picture btw. And Lucuis is a Quiddich player because he tells Draco it's a crime not to play for your house team or something and he wouldn't be that much of a hypocrite.
This chapter is for Makini and her wonderful Devientart pics of the Malfoys.