DISCLAIMER: NOTHING'S MINE BUT THE PLOT
Narcissa Black.
Beautiful yet venomous, like a butterfly- the Slytherin Queen. James says they're all just a lot of pureblood bigots, and maybe he's right. Even the way she carries herself seems to scream 'better than you and you know it'.
She'll become Narcissa Malfoy.
Obviously Lucius would have only the best- James says he's so full of hot air he'd pop if I 'accidentally' crushed his foot with my high-heel. Then again, sometimes it seems like James is, too.
Now she's always there- whenever James and Lucius decide to have it out, she's always there beside him, her pale hand looped loosely in his thin arm with the minimal amount of physical contact, her icy eyes bored and uncaring. Everyone who bothers to take a second glance can tell who's really wearing the pants- her neediness is just a poor façade, as if she doesn't even care who sees through it.
No matter what James says, Narcissa Black is positively fascinating. For all the fights and poison-speared words- for every time she lashes out at me and I lash right back for the sake of our respective men- I've never seen Narcissa Black cry. The most emotion that I've ever seen from her, actually, is disgust as James and Sirius taunted Severus, and perhaps that was the one time we were on the same side. The one time she wasn't forced to be against me simply because of her blood and mine.
She is in the grade ahead of me, as are Lucius and James and Sirius and the whole lot of them. But she's different- there's more understanding and age in her eyes alone than in the entirety of the boys put together.
It's Lucius's reputation that drives her. If Lucius Malfoy isn't great- if Lucius Malfoy's reputation is tarnished, it'll be Narcissa who takes the fall.
Which might have been what drove me to approach her at my first Yule Ball in my third year- Lucius and James were in some corner trying to off each other as usual, because no occasion is too elegant for a good duel for those two- and kiss her.
For my sake, it had seemed like a perfectly lovely idea at the moment- the possibility of Narcissa Black having a big, fat splotch on her reputation would have made James proud.
It was only a little kiss on the cheek, and I jumped back after my lips touched her smooth, porcelain skin- I think I must have been more surprised than Narcissa. I have always been outgoing and maybe a little too curious for my own good- I must have picked that up from James and Sirius- but I never thought I'd do something so utterly stupid as to kiss Narcissa Black, the Slytherin heir to the Malfoy fortune.
At first she stood stock still, her muscles tensing completely, like a perfect marble statue. Then she shied away, a mixture of disgust and disbelief spanning her sharp, pale features. I expected her to hit me- I expected a fight, but she only looked at me with that expression that seemed to be frozen in place until Dumbledore glided majestically onto the dance floor, spinning McGonagall before him, commanding the room's attention. I took that opportunity to run before she had the chance to hex my bloody brains out.
I sincerely hope I was slipped a particularly potent potion to have made me make that bloody stupid move. Otherwise I may have to off myself for kissing Narcissa Black while in my own right mind. It was completely revolting and forced and….
I must be going mad.