A/N: Here comes part 4! All mistakes are mine, all rights are not haha.
Narcissa stood at the entrance to the arena, her shoulders pulled back regally. Had she been aware that Hermione Granger was taking part in the duel directly before her own, she would not have arrived so early. The young Gryffindor was an excellent duellist, Narcissa couldn't deny it. But that didn't mean she wanted to sit and watch, knowing that she would beat her without trouble.
She noticed as the muggleborn deftly maneuvered her opponent into a trap. The transfiguration she applied was flawless, and the wizard across from her had no time to see that the floorboards he was backing onto had been transfigured into venomous tentacula.
With a surprised yelp, he lost his concentration on the younger witch while he tried to disentangle himself. The brunette took no time in disarming him and then transfiguring the floor back into its original state, a serene smile on her face.
As the match ended and the victor was announced, Narcissa braced herself for the encounter with the Gryffindor. Her ice queen facade fully in place, Narcissa gazed down at the younger woman's approach, giving no sign of disquiet.
"Lady Black," Hermione offered with a small bow. "Did you enjoy the show?" She smirked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Indeed," Narcissa replied, quirking a brow. "I saw at least four places where I could easily have out maneuvered you. You give away your intent quite obviously, you just have yet to face anyone who is up to par."
Hermione's smirk dropped and she lifted her chin in defiance.
"And you are, I suppose?" She asked, eyes flashing dangerously.
"More than, I assure you. Perhaps you should be the one to stay and watch today. You may learn a thing or two. Good afternoon, Miss Granger."
Narcissa stepped around the young brunette with a saunter. She didn't let it show, but she was exceedingly satisfied with how she had dealt with the muggleborn. Cockiness was not becoming. Something about the way the younger witch carried herself grated on Narcissa. They were obviously well matched in skill, but Narcissa was confident that she could best her.
As she bowed to her opponent, her blood began to run fast through her veins, the rush of the duel beginning to take hold. Her senses focused solely on her opponent, all thoughts of the muggleborn witch gone from her mind as her magic bubbled to the surface, itching to be unleashed.
At the whistle, Narcissa shot off a lightning fast jelly legs jinx, followed immediately by an opugno charm. Her opponent managed to dodge to first, but was unable to evade the flock of tiny yellow birds that came pelting down onto his head.
He ducked to avoid them but was unable to move his legs, as Narcissa had melted the floor beneath him and he was currently sinking. A look of panic came over his face as he froze, unsure of how to get out of his situation.
Narcissa grinned, knowing she had him. With a flourish of her wand, his own went sailing through the air and she deftly caught it to the sound of the whistle.
With a nod at her opponent, she gave his wand to the referee and turned to stride out of the arena. Coming out of her focus on the duel, she flicked her eyes about the waiting area, but the young brunette was nowhere to be seen.
She found herself disappointed that her victory had gone unseen, but straightened her back as she continued to the apparition point, knowing that the ultimate victory would be hers.
A/N: There we go! Even if it is a bit long, I hope you all enjoyed! Please let me know what you think.
AndeB