Lucius Malfoy glanced across the room at her. She was beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Her black hair pulled back into a short ponytail in an almost severe manner. Her bright green eyes were turned down and her thin brows were furrowed in concentration.
Her long, graceful fingers were curved down over the edges of the book she was reading. She was amazing. The way everything just came to her effortlessly drove him mad. He was top of his class but he had to work for everything he got. Not her, she just knew everything about everything. Minerva McGonagall simply enchanted him.
Maybe it was because Minerva was so untouchable to him. She was a Gryffindor, she was four years older than him, and she was perfect in everyway except one. She wasn't a pureblood.
Lucius shook his head away trying to wipe the thoughts of her from his mind. Of course it didn't work; it never did and never would. She was such a magnificent creature that he would never be able to be enough for her.
He decided to stop torturing himself and go back to the common room. As Lucius gathered his books he stole a few more glances at her. Once he could have swore that her bright green eyes flicked up and met his for the briefest moment but it still made his stomach do a back flip.
He rushed out of the library and down the stairs to the dungeons. The cold air hit him in a comforting way. It always reminded him of his home that had an unnatural breeze that was constantly keeping Malfoy Manor cold. He walked up to the portrait hole and muttered the password (Pureblood).
"Hi, Lucius," Narcissa Black breathed as he walked past. He nodded at the first year.
His intestines twisted every time the girl talked to him. It wasn't the kind of good back flip that his stomach did when he was around Minerva. He wasn't really fond of Narcissa at all but he knew he had to be kind to her because they were betrothed to each other. That was just another thing that was damning any possibility of Minerva and him being together.
It wasn't that there was anything wrong with Narcissa. She was pretty in a way with platinum blonde hair, much like his own. Her eyes were bright blue and she had all of the classic, regal-looking pureblood features that his parents valued so much. She just wasn't what Lucius wanted.
He sat down on a particularly fluffy ottoman and pulled his History of Magic essay out of his bag.
"What's up, Lucy?" Bellatrix said in her coarse voice. Her heavy-lidded dark eyes glanced over him. He had always wondered why his parents had betrothed him to Bella. She was only a year younger than him and she was a pureblood just as much as he was.
"Hello," Lucius said. He despised his nickname that only Bella and his other friends used. He didn't dare complain about it though because he knew that they would just come up with something twelve times worse. Bella picked up his book and looked at it briefly before closing it.
"Lucy, you really have to stop being such a nerd. It doesn't impress her. She doesn't even know that you exist." She said and pouted her bottom lip in a way that let Lucius know that she was making fun of him.
"What?" Lucius stuttered. He didn't think that anyone had noticed let alone Bella.
"Oh come on Luc, It's so obvious. The way you practically swoon everytime you see her. It's pathetic." She lounged back on the loveseat she was sitting on. Her long, pale legs were draped gracefully over the corner, revealing enough skin to give her mother a heart attack.
"I-I-I don't know what you're talking about, Bellatrix." Lucius said, mentally kicking himself for stuttering.
"Sure you don't, sweetie." She patted him on the cheek and sauntered away from him.
As Lucius returned to his book he couldn't help but wish that he really felt the way he told Bella he did.
He wished that he wasn't simply enchanted by her.
