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Chapter Two:

Young 6th year Narcissa Black rushed through the hallways to the library, thinking to start on her essay about werewolves for Defence Against the Dark Arts. She needed to catch up, especially for that specific class. Honestly, she'd drop Defence Against the Dark Arts since pureblooded women were not raised to defend themselves, but it was a required class for all 6th years. It wasn't required for the 6th years, last year, though. Narcissa suspected it must be because of all the muggle-born killings by Voldemort. She did not care much nor paid attention to the killings or to Voldemort, but she was bound to pick up something when everybody talked about it; especially those muggle-born Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Those Hufflepuffs would talk about anything!

"Narcissa!"

Narcissa slowed her pace and began to walk slower, like a proper, respectable pureblood woman. Her Mother would've applauded Narcissa right now if she were there. "Yes, Rose?" she called over her shoulder, still walking.

"What are you doing in on such a nice day like today?" asked Rose Periwinkle, who catched up to Narcissa quickly.

"Homework," sighed Narcissa.

"Homework?" Rose asked, as if the word was foreign.

"Yes, homework. I do care about my studies," Narcissa frowned. "I am, after all, a Prefect." She knew many of the people she surrounded herself with did not care much for their studies, but Rose didn't have to say it like...that.

"Right," Rose said.

"Is there something you need to tell me?" asked Narcissa, calmly.

"Oh, yes. They sent me to look for you. You should join us by the lake, there is much to say!" said Rose. "But if you'd like to do your homework then, feel free to."

"Ah, well, you are right, though. It is such a nice day out, I think I have time to do it later. Mind if I come with you now?" Narcissa asked, turning around to walk towards the direction of the lake. She could do it later. There was still time later for her to complete the essay. It would also be nice to feel the warm sunshine upon her face. Her Mother always said that she needed a tan and that she was too pale for her own good. Her older sister, Bellatrix Black, was also quite pale, but her Mother said that pale skin looked good on her. "Coming?" Narcissa asked, when she noticed Rose was not by her side.

"Yes," Rose said. She skipped, delicately, to Narcissa, trying to match her speed and linked arms with her. "Oh, since we have quite a way, I have lots to say!"

"Please tell," smiled Narcissa. "And stop your skipping, please. It's horribly unladylike. I hear you are looking for a husband and I doubt you'd find a suitable one if you continue your silly jumping."

"I was. But my search is done," she smirked, stopping her skipping with a slight blush.

A surprised expression crossed Narcissa's face and she made a hand gesture to Rose as if to continue. "Why, who is the lucky man?"

"You know Lucius Malfoy, right?" Rose whispered.

"Yes," Narcissa replied, her eyebrows stiched together. "That vile, mean, horrible wizard."

"Oh, Cissy, don't say that! I'm sure he's as pleasant as his beauty and money," laughed Rose.

"Right," Narcissa replied with sarcasm. "Pleasant. And don't call me that. It is Narcissa." Only her family can call her Cissy.

"You're still on about that acne hex? That was ages ago!"

"What were you going to say about him?" Narcissa asked, changing the subject a bit. It may sound horribly conceited of herself, but she cared a lot for her face. Especially her face, where it's on show for everybody to see. And that day was absolutely humiliating! It was a good thing Bellatrix was her sister. And he did tons of other things, too. Like teasing her and making snide comments and throwing a few hexes here and there. He even smirked at her when the event with Andromeda becoming a blood traitor too! Has he no shame?

"He's going to be my future husband!" exclaimed Rose, excitedly. "Just think of all that money when we get married."

"Future husband? Excuse me, but how did you acquire that? It seems quite impossible."

"Yes. Mother and Father are on their way to Malfoy Manor to talk to Abraxas Malfoy to arrange a marriage between the two of us. This is absolutely thrilling! It will be the wedding of the year, of course."

"Are you not at all worried he will reject the offer? Pardon me, but you've barely uttered more than 5 words to Malfoy!"

"He won't reject me. I am a Periwinkle, I do not get rejected. Especially not by such a fine man like Lucius Malfoy."

"The Malfoys are very high class."

"And that is why I will be the perfect wife for Lucius Malfoy. No one will be able to compete with me."

Narcissa raised her pale-blonde eyebrows that was the same color as her long hair. "If you say so." Truthfully, she didn't think Rose was the most suitable wife for a Malfoy. From what she heard from her Mother, the Malfoys were very commanding and prestigious. But if Rose thinks she is fit, then there was no use arguing with her. Over her years at Hogwarts, she learned that the Slytherin girls here were quite hardheaded, not including herself, of course.

"I know so."

Narcissa smiled amusedly and looked out at the calm water in the lake with the sun's reflection upon it. "We're here. I thought it was quite a way?"

Rose shrugged. "The library must've been closer than I thought it would've been."

"Indeed."

They began to stroll towards their friends near the lake. Rose chattered on the whole time and Narcissa nodded her head, politely. She took in the warm, spring air and a small smile twitched at her pink lips.

"Narcissa, Rose!" yelled a couple of voices.

The both of them looked towards the direction of the voices. Rose grinned and shouted back, "I found her." Rose walked a bit faster and quickly forgot about Narcissa a second later. Slytherin girls did always like gossip and the talk of boys. Narcissa gracefully dropped down next to Priscilla Ring. Priscilla looked over. "Hello Narcissa."

Narcissa had always liked Priscilla more than the other girls she associated with. She admired how Priscilla distanced herself from many, but not really distancing herself. It was quite complicated. "Hello Priscilla. Nice day, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. What were you doing before you joined us?"

"Oh, nothing really. Nothing important, at least."

"Ah, have you heard of Rose's engagement to Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes, I have."

"Quite an unusual pair," Priscilla mused, thoughtfully.

"You think so, too?" smiled Narcissa, wryly.

"Rose is my friend, but she is more suited to somebody else," said Priscilla, her eyes twinkling with knowledge.

"You know something," Narcissa stated.

"Why, of course not," Priscilla winked.

"Now who can fancy our little Rose?" asked Narcissa, amusedly. "Lucius Malfoy is ruled out, of course."

Priscilla smiled, secretly. "I will not tell, but if all goes well, he will reveal himself. And I am not one to break promises."

"Then let's hope for the best."

Narcissa felt a tap on her shoulder and Priscilla raised her eyebrows at the person standing behind her. Narcissa turned around, wondering who it could be.

"Oh, hello Severus," she said, offering him a warm smile. "Do you need something?"

"H-hello,'' Severus Snape stuttered, very ungentlemanly.

Narcissa frowned. "Do not be so shy, you are a Slytherin. Say what you want."

"Y-yes," Severus cleared his throat, "I was wondering if I may borrow your Transfiguration notes?"

"Of course. I'll give it to you later. But may I ask what happen to yours? You were writing twice as much as I was!" said Narcissa.

"Potter," mumbled Severus, casting his eyes to the ground.

"Oh."

"I, uh, I'll see you later, p-perhaps?"

"Yes, library after dinner?"

"Alright, have a nice day, Narcissa."

"You too. Don't let Potter and his disgusting friends bother you. Again, you are a Slytherin."

"Thank you. I-I should be going."

Narcissa nodded and waved her hand, as if saying he could go. "Poor boy," said Priscilla who was silent throughout the entire interaction. Narcissa nodded as if to agree.

A small squeal came from Rose, her face flushed with excitement and nervousness. Priscilla and Narcissa turned around, wondering what could be possible happening to cause something so unladylike from their friend.

Rose saw Priscilla and Narcissa sitting next to each other and got up and placed herself in front of the two of them. "Lucius Malfoy was staring right at me! The news must've got to him and he must've accepted! What shall I do? Is my hair perfect?" Rose cried, brushing away invisible wrinkles on her blouse.

"Don't overreact, Rose. Just sit down and maybe he will approach you," said Priscilla with a small hint of disapproval in her voice.

"Oh, alright. Look, he's getting up! Maybe he is coming over here," gasped Rose.

"And maybe not," Narcissa said, watching Lucius Malfoy storm away, back up the road to the school.

"Oh," said Rose, her voice portraying no emotion. Her face gave it away though. "Must've been...," she trailed off.

"It's alright, Rose. Maybe another time," Priscilla comforted her friend. "Or maybe another man will come along."

"I want Lucius Malfoy," said Rose with a small pout.

"Doesn't everybody?" asked Priscilla, wryly. "I, for one, honestly do not see what is so good about him."

"You don't understand, Cilla," Rose sighed.

The three of them watched as a little muggle-born Gryffindor bumped into Lucius Malfoy. The Gryffindor girl looked scared out of her wits! Narcissa smirked, inwardly. Those Gryffindors. Weren't they supposed to be brave and courageous? What a whole bunch of lies, she shook her head.

Priscilla and Rose were talking in whispers and Narcissa sat beside them, quietly. She felt that if she interrupted them, she'd be intruding on their conversation. Narcissa suddenly stood up and brushed the grass off her clothes. Priscilla and Rose looked up, surprised. "Narcissa?"

"Yes?" Narcissa replied.

"Where are you going?" asked Rose.

"Well, I ought to finish my homework now," said Narcissa.

Rose's eyebrows furrowed together. "But you just got here!"

"I agree with Rose. Are we boring you?" frowned Priscilla.

"No, no, of course not. I, ah," Narcissa shrugged, finding no words to say.

"Are you sure you want go already?" Priscilla asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. Don't worry, I'll still be here. It's not like that Voldemort guy is going to come and kidnap me. I'll see the both of you at dinner," joked Narcissa, smiling lightly.

"That Voldy guy? He only goes for mudbloods and half-bloods, haven't you noticed?" said Priscilla. "We got nothing to worry about!"

"Good," grinned Rose. "I still have a full life ahead of me with Lucius Malfoy."

Narcissa shook her head. "See you both later. And you both should really get started on your homework because I know for a fact, you both have not wrote even a single letter."

"Alright, see you at dinner, Narcissa," Rose and Priscilla chorused. "...And we have! We wrote our names and the date."


Instead of going to the library to start on her homework, she went to the Slytherin dorms. She stopped in front of the portrait of the Sly Lady. The Sly Lady had a pointed, pale face with emerald, green eyes. She also had a permanent frown on her face that made her look a thousand years old. But she probably is anyway. Merlin knows how old the house portraits at Hogwarts were. "Password?" the portrait asked in a high pitched tone, her face looking at Narcissa snootily.

Narcissa winced a little, her ears ringing. She will never get used to the portrait and the worst thing is that she had to hear the voice everyday. "Ambitious," said Narcissa and the portrait flew open. She slipped in and saw Lucius Malfoy staring angrily at the fireplace and the failed whispers of the younger Slytherins huddled in the corner. The flames danced in his gray eyes, merrily. Without being noticed, she walked up to her room. A delicate piece of charmed parchment sat upon her neatly made bed. She picked up the letter and the moment she saw the symbol imprinted upon the paper and smelled the rich perfume of black roses, she thought, Mother. If this was any other letter, she'd push it away and read it later, but this was Mother. Mother only sent letters to Narcissa if it was important. Never warm letters. The letters weren't cold, it was just simply too formal. As if her Mother wasn't talking to her daughter, but to a Ministry officer instead.

Delicately, she sat on her bed and opened the parchment with her long fingers. She could feel magic radiating off the piece of expensive parchment. It must be charmed so no one, but Narcissa can read it. She sighed and started to read her Mother's letter:

Dear Narcissa,

My youngest daughter, I have wonderful news for you. You are turning 18 soon, in 2 months, to be exact, and you are expected to be engaged to a proper, pureblooded man. Now do not fret, I have it all sorted out. Just recently, your Father and I paid Abraxas Malfoy a visit to arrange a marriage between you and Lucius Malfoy. He accepted immediately. I do not blame him after all, the Blacks are one of the purest and richest families in Britian. He would've been foolish to not accept. I hope you are doing well in your studies and is in the running for Head Girl. After all, Lucius Malfoy is the current Head Boy right now, is he not? You must make to impress. I will leave you to your thoughts now, you must be simply ecstatic by this news.

Sincerely,
Mother

Narcissa let out a horribly unladylike shriek and re-read the letter again, thinking she read it wrong, somehow. Luckily, she was alone in the room because she shrieked like a banshee again. Her face was rapidly growing red with fury. How could Mother and Father do something like this? Did she not have any say in this? She will not marry Lucius Malfoy. She'll make sure of it. She just can't marry him. He is vile, disgusting, mean, and a bully. With impossibly beautiful hair. No, no, no, ugly, horrible, hair!

She let her face fall in her pillow and screamed once more, this time for about five minutes straight. Once she finished, her chest heaved up and down, her face as red as red can be. This isn't right. Rose was going to marry him! Not me! I'm too young to be married, I haven't even given marriage a single thought! Bellatrix isn't even married yet! she moaned, mentally.

Narcissa Black grabbed the parchment, crumbling it into a small ball, and marched down to the common room. Eyes turned at her loud entrance. A few snickered at her still tomato-like face, but in her state of anger, she ignored them.

Lucius Malfoy was still kneeled down in front of the fireplace, blocking any way for her to burn the parchment. "Move," she seethed.

He looked up at the sound of her voice, unsurprised at the tone, and moved a few inches, just enough room for her. She hastily threw the parchment into the roaring fire. The fire chewed up the parchment in less than a minute, no matter how expensive the piece of parchment was. It melted, to Narcissa's delight, into simple nothingness. Into nothing, but black, smoky ashes. Beautiful. A sad sight of beautiful.

"The news reached you then?" Lucius Malfoy spoke up, who was watching her the entire time.

She quickly spun around, her silky robes flying around her. "Yes," she grinded out, trying not to explode.

"You are not pleased," he stated.

"Why ever would I be? If you have not noticed, I'm not one of those silly, little bimbos you bring to bed each night," she said, her nose held high.

"I did not plan this," he started, "So-"

"Yes, I know you didn't," she interrupted him. Father and Mother had. Whatever was going on through their minds when they asked Abraxax Malfoy this very request? The Black family is still high. In fact, Andromeda is practically old news by now. All the Slytherins in the Common Room stopped their conversations and watched the pair of them with interest. "What are you all looking at?" she snapped at them, her bad mood obviously showing.

She turned to Lucius. "I'll be talking to my Mother about this. I will never marry you," she shooked her head.

"As will I, with my Father," he sneered. "As if I'd like to be tainted with living with you."

"The feeling's mutual, Malfoy," she responded.

"Good."

Narcissa nodded and got up and rubbed her hands together.

"Where are you off to?" asked Lucius, the words tumbling off his tongue, before he could stop them.

"And you would like to know because?" she raised an eyebrow.

Lucius swallowed, her blue eyes staring right at him. He abruptly got up, dusted his robes, and stormed out the Common Room.

Narcissa's eyes furrowed together in confusion. The nerve of him! she thought. Smoothly, she walked back up to her room. Her face still was red, her anger bubbling inside of her. She took out one of the school's cheap parchment and got a quill, her hand poised to write. Her hand shook with anger, though. The thought of her parents made her shake with fury. Who even thought of arranged marriages? The entire concept of it was stupid, honestly. She blinked and scrawled, expressing her discontent in her handwriting:

Dear Mother and Father,

I will not be marrying Lucius Malfoy. Honestly, what are you two thinking? We wouldn't make it past our wedding night, if we were to wed. Do not pretend you don't know what he does to me at school. And I have been keeping up with my studies. Professor Slughorn told me I would make a great Head Girl the other day. But the point is, I will not marry Lucius Malfoy and that is final. The only way I will walk down that dreaded aisle is if you Imperio me and that will not be happening anytime soon, I am sure.

Sincerely,
Narcissa
Black

"I will never be a Malfoy. I would rather be digging my own grave instead of being Narcissa Malfoy," she spat out loud. Elegantly, she rolled up the parchment and went off to the Owlery to deliver the letter to her parents. She vowed she will not end up like Andromeda and will make her parents proud, but marrying Lucius Malfoy is unacceptable at all accounts. She attached the letter to her owl, Cisco. "Deliver this to Mother and Father," she commanded. Cisco hooted in response and flew out the window, into the blue sky.

With a huff, she turned on her heels and walked away, not knowing more disastrous things would happen later in the day. Say two teenagers from the future? But then again, that is something that is...quite impossible. Right?


And here is the second chapter, a bit longer than the first one, aha. I hope you all like it. Read and review, maybe? Feedback is always appreciated and loved and would be a wonderful New Years present! Happy 2013, guys! R&R