(I'm sorry guys for any spelling or grammatical errors, I spell check and everything, but for some reason Microsoft Word is actually incorrect, or it just doesn't like my style of writing. I'm an Advanced Placement and International Baccalaureate student so I write a little differently, and I have studied writing techniques, the correct ways and the incorrect ways. But please bear with me if there is any errors; even books that are published contain errors. So thank you everyone for pointing them out, and I will do my best to minimize them.)

(Also sorry for such a long time in between updates, I'm rereading the series and obsessed with Pottermore! Add me on Pottermore! I'm a Slytherin that goes by the nickname Tor i Malfoy…. It would be Astoria Malfoy, but it won't let me spell it, or spell it Tori for short. But my username is MoonOak25845)

After about a week at the manor, of which we learned how the mission at the ministry went, I found myself standing in front of Draco's mirror, with beauty products lining the dresser. He was standing near his bed, putting on his all black suit, smoothing his hair, and looking as handsome and high class as he did every day. He had already called one of the house elves in, resulting in him punishing himself for not properly pressing Draco's suit. He scoffed and simply made the elf redo it.

Finally my hair and makeup were done, so I turned to Draco, he raised his eyebrows and said nothing, he seemed very side tracked tonight. I took my black dress off the hanger, and slipped it on very gently, so my makeup did not rub onto it.

"CISSY!" I heard Bellatrix call up the staircase. "Cissy! Where is your blasted elf?"

"Draco is using it at the moment I believe." Narcissa called back, "Use the other one!"

"Well this is just going to be heaps of fun" I muttered under my breath. All night with a bunch of ministry wizards? I could think of better ways to spend my evening that's for sure, but I did understand, that now, more than ever, we needed a good family name with the Ministry.

"Almost like a family reunion." Scoffed Draco… and this was true. Because of Narcissa originally being a member of the Black family, it meant they were related to the Flints, Burkes, Bullstrodes, Crabbes, Yaxley, Crouch, Lestrange, and etc.

My family was about the only bloodline that had not been mixed with his, but that wouldn't last very long of course.

"Who is coming from school?" I questioned casually.

"I couldn't care less." He stated.

I decided to leave it at that, he was in the process of smoothing his silvery blond hair, not that it wasn't already smooth. I was completely dressed and prepared to go to the ball, so I went downstairs to chat with Bellatrix. I admired Bellatrix above all others, she was ruthless, smart, and had a magical skill only the Dark Lord could match. She had learned from him directly. She sat on the couch of the drawing room, ever so calmly, you would have never imagined she was really an escaped convict.

"Bellatrix?" I questioned hesitantly. She looked up, her dark eyes piercing into my very soul, a mad smile twisted across her face, it was clear she was mentally lethal.

"Astoria." She said shortly, I sat across from her.

"Bellatrix, I need your help, we need your help, Draco and I. You are the most skilled and most lethal witch there has ever been. I need to learn from you. Occlumency, the unforgivable curses, as well as several non-verbal spells before the next school year starts."

"You know the unforgivable curses, you enjoy the pain your victims receive, where lays the problem with those?" she asked lazily.

"Well maybe not those, I am confident with those, especially crucio…"

She smiled widely at this, "You learn quick, much quicker than Draco I might add", with that she sneered. She continued "I will teach you the others though, we will practice the unforgivable curses, and you will succeed. The Dark Lords blood, noble Salazar Slytherins blood runs through your pure veins, there can be no failure." She hissed.

Narcissa approached from behind the doorway into the library. "Bella, I had been meaning to ask you the same thing."

"Of course Cissy, they will be ruthless killers by the time we are done."

Not long after this conversation, we were all ready for the ball, and used Floo Powder to get to the ball. Upon stumbling into the massive ball room I realized one thing, my sleeves were sheer material, so thin, if you looked carefully, my Dark Mark would be seen. I clutched my arm around Draco's immediately, whispering in his ear.

"WHAT do you mean you can see it? Didn't you take that into account BEFORE hand?" He hissed at me in a low whisper.

"If you recall I got this dress BEFORE the Mark." I stated aggravatedly. Over the break, I had become lazy when it came to hiding my mark; we all had one, except for Narcissa. She was not a full-fledged Death Eater. I wasn't a Slytherin for nothing though, I knew I was cunning and sly enough to pull this off. Sadly magical bought clothing can't be altered with normal wands. An ocean of people was coming towards us in greeting.

"Let the fun begin," I said with a cold smile about my lips, before we were engulfed.