I expected Lucius to get scared back up a bit after telling him more about my family, but he never did. Our friendship was instead strengthened.
Andromeda never liked him.
"He's so arrogant! Just because he's a Malfoy. I don't care if the Malfoys are within OUR league of social status, at least we're graceful in our pride." She would always say. "Besides, I think he's trouble."
She never liked him.
Which initially made me like him more.
Now we're best friends. And Andromeda helped.
It's a sunny saturday. We've just had the first giant snowfall of the year. Everyone's starting to wear their cloaks from class to class, due to the drop in temperature in the corridors.
As I head towards the library, I hear a strange, low sound coming from the door of an empty classroom. I draw my wand and put my ear against the door. Inside, I can hear someone chanting, the same words, over and over again.
It's none of your business Narcissa.
Abandoning this thought, I engorgio the keyhole of the door and peek through.
It's Severus.
What the Helga is he doing?
Trusting that I'm safe seeing it's just the little second year, I open the door. Twelve year old Snape's head snaps up.
"What are you doing Severus?" I question.
"It's none of your affair, Narcissa. You needn't be concerned with the going-ons of a twelve year old." He replies. Smart kid. I'm smarter.
"Normally that'd be true Severus, however in your case, I think an exception has been made. Making a present for that little mudblood girlfriend of yours?" I inquire.
"I'm inventing a spell. It has nothing to do with Lily." Severus admits, trying to steer the conversation away from the young Gryffindor.
"You're inventing a spell? Severus, you're only twelve." I say.
"I've already made a few. They're not very useful though. I think I've nearly got this one."
This kid will go far.
"Lucius?"
We're sitting in a cupboard off the dungeons corridor, studying. It may look bad, but it's freezing, so we don't care. Smaller rooms stay warmer with body heat.
"Yeah?" He answers, still focused on his charms essay.
"When I told you about arranged marriages in my family, you didn't seem to get it. Doesn't your family do the same thing?" It's been bugging me for awhile now.
Lucius thinks for awhile, then begins-
"My parents were and arranged marriage, and it shows. Talk about miserable. But I've convinced myself over the years that they wont do the same thing to me. I tend to ignore my problems, hoping that they'll solve themselves or go away. I don't usually let myself think about the possibility of my parents selling me off to someone. And it's usually more of a girl thing anyway. To be honest, that's why I started going out with Isabelle. If I'm dating someone I like, my parents can't arrange for me to marry anyone else. But now, I'm confused about Isabelle, and I don't really know what my parents want to do with me. I don't have any older siblings. You do, so you know you're doomed. As for me, I think my parents will let me pick for myself when the time comes."
'So you know you're doomed.' Thanks, bestie. The words make me feel hopeless. Lucius realizes his mistake instantly.
"Aw, dragon dung. I'm sorry Narcissa, that was a jerk move." He puts down hi stack of books and pulls me into a hug.
If only my best friends hugs could fix everything. If only he could save me from what's to come.
That evening, I'm still a little mopey. I hadn't thought of my parents marrying me off for quite a while. I guess hearing it from Lucius just hit me somewhere. And he knows it.
"Hey Narcissa."
"Yes?" I reply, not looking up from my book. We're in Lucius' dorm-since the rest of the dungeons are unbearably cold-sitting on his bed.
"Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally mind blowing?" He says.
My head snaps up. Excuse me? His face is dead serious.
Uh oh.
"You don't even have to say "Lumos Maxima" to turn me on!" He continues. Then, he cracks. Lucius nearly falls off the bed, he's laughing so hard. Soon, I'm laughing right with him.
"Y-your face, when I- I said it, priceless.." He gasps between laughs.
"Lucius Malfoy I hate you! I shriek, still giggling. Now it's my turn.
"Is that a wand in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?" I say, looking him right in the eye. He immediately looks down and sees that I'm only joking. I'm roaring by now, and Lucius can't help but laugh with me. Ah, boner jokes.
"What can I say? You're like a bottle of Skele-Gro: You're growing me a bone!" Lucius exclaims, playing along.
"Interested in making some magic together? My wand is at the ready." He finishes.
"If I were to look into the Mirror of Erised, I'd see the two of us together." I giggle.
"I must have had some Felix Felicis, because I think I'm about to get lucky." He winks.
"Do you want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own." I laugh.
"I'd like to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets."
"I'm not wearing an invisibility cloak, but do you think I could still visit your restricted section tonight?"
"One night with me and they'll be calling you MOANING Myrtle!" Lucius roars.
We're killing ourselves laughing by now.
So dirty.
"If you were a Dementor, I'd become a criminal just to get your kiss." I manage, going for corny.
"You must be magical, because I've fallen under your spell." Lucius follows my lead.
"You can have the portkey to my heart!" I exclaim.
"Going to bed? Mind if I Slytherin?" Lucius winks.
Then we lose it.
That line is SO old! We can't even move, we're laughing so hard.
"What the bloody hell are you two talking about?"
Our heads snap up.
Walden Macnair and Evan Rosier, both seventh year Slytherins, just walked into their dormitory. The looks on their faces are just, priceless.
The ensuing laughing fit between Lucius and I goes on for five minutes and twenty-six seconds. It relapses when Lucius falls off the bed.
Besides, laughter diffuses sexual tension.
Just to avoid confusion, Narcissa doesn't like Lucius just because Andromeda didn't like him, that's just one reason why Narcissa started talking to him.
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