A nice start [ hopefully ] to a FanFic about Narcissa.. Something a little darker and a deeper look into her mind. Her fears, wants and honesty. Enjoy.
[LittlEm]

" Narcissa is that a crease in your dress? You can't let Lucius see you like that!"

Narcissa felt herself seethe at her mother's words. She had been pandering to her and making Narcissa's life a complete misery since the moment she had found out about the date with Lucius. He was taking her for a meal out and her mother was acting as though he might propose at the meal.

Always the bright bubbly bird in the family Narcissa took all her mothers' criticism and panic stricken moments in her stride. Though now things with Lucius were getting more serious she hoped she wouldn't have to put up with them for much longer.

"Mother the crease is meant to be there, it's part of the dress and how it's supposed to be worn…"

"Now Narcissa make sure you stand and sit straight- think of your posture. If you slouch you know how your double chin likes to creep up on you…"

"Mother! I do not and never have possessed a double chin thank you… Now I'm going to my room to finish getting ready!"

Narcissa turned swiftly and rather elegantly- even if she did say so herself- and made her way past her mother and up the large staircase, barely acknowledging her mothers pleas to be ready sooner rather than later. As she reached the top of the staircase she closed her eyes and took a long deep breath in to clear all the thoughts from her mind. Tonight would be fine and things would go smoothly.

Lucius it seemed had always had an inclination towards her- though Narcissa had not heard of this, nor seen it, till a few weeks previous to this very night. He was tall, handsome, with long blonde hair always perfectly managed and eyes blue as an ocean that she could almost drown in if she stared too long.

As she approached her room she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, scowling a little she pushed open the door to find Bellatrix sat up on her bed- black high heeled stilettos on and creasing her sheets- with Narcissa's diary in hand.

"Bella don't you know it's rude to snoop? Found some good reading material? Good! I'd like it back… It's private…"

Bella looked up from the page she was reading, a twisted dark little grin on her face as the dark eyes caught her own.

"Well you shouldn't leave things just lying around…should you? Because boy is it personal Cissy…"

Bella jumped up onto the bed and holding the book at an arms width she started to recite passages from Narcissa's diary in a childish mocking voice.

"Ooh, I'm so nervous about my meal with Lucius…what does he think of me… Rah rah"

Bella leapt from the bed and landed only a few feet from Narcissa with a loud thud on the ground.

"Maybe it wasn't such great reading after all…Have it back!"

Narcissa almost shrieked the house down as the diary came flying at her face from Bella's grasp.

"Bella it's not funny and it's not fair that you always come into my room and come snooping! I don't invade your room do I?"

Bella smirked, as she stood next to her sister, but facing her.

"That's because if you dared set foot in my room I'd hex you into the next century and you know it…"

And with that Bella had gone and was happily traipsing to her own room to plan, torture or do whatever she did when she was alone in the room.

Narcissa threw the diary back onto her pillow and sat down at her desk, the mirror placed in a large bronze frame- heavily decorated. A hideous antique, which her mother had insisted, she use at all times. Narcissa glanced at the reflection staring back at her and could hardly believe the sight. The usually long flowing hair was pulled back into a stern but sleek ponytail, yet all she wanted to do was pull a single strand of hair from it to twirl it around her finger. To reduce the harsh look that she had. However her lips were painted in a peony colour to flatter her skin tone, and she adored the peony lipstick…

Her mother on more than one occasion had forbade her wear it, and tonight was another one of those occasions- yet there it was happily slicked across her lips.

Narcissa was stopped in her train of though as she glanced closer at the mirror- there was a slight yellow glow about it… Bella….She had written something on the mirror and hexed it so she wouldn't see…

Narcissa pulled her wand from her drawer and flicked it towards the mirror and watched as words began to form on the glass…

Cissy. You weren't Lucius' first choice .BelNarcissa heart dropped to the floor…