So this is my first time writing a fanfiction. I've always wanted to so I decided what the heck. So I hope you like it. Any feedback would be appreciated. Wow, I'm nervous. Hope you enjoy! Here goes nothing.

Narcissa looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair up in a beautiful up-do. She was gorgeous and she knew it. No man would dare second guess wanting to marry her. I mean she was perfect.

Perfect pureblood, due to years or marrying cousins the Black blood was the purest there was.

Perfect looks. She had beautiful blonde hair. Piercing blue eyes. Long slender legs that made guys fall at her feet.

Perfect little angel. Never been touched no matter how many tired.

The only thing that was missing was a perfect bank account. Due to the constantly marrying their cousins the Blacks resources were being drained.

So today she had to be the perfect marriageable girl. No, woman. She was no longer the little girl she was yesterday. Today she was a woman with a fiancé that her parents deemed fit.

Today was the day she would meet her future husband for the first time. Her father had already made signed the papers and she was, technically, already engaged.

There was a knock at the door before swinging open. She immediately turned to see who intruded upon her personal space. Her mother, Druella Black, stood in the doorway looking at her up and down. Scrutinizing every aspect of her appearance. Her blonde hair. Her blue dress bought just for this moment that accentuated her icy blue eyes. Her round face caked in makeup which she didn't normally wear. She thought her looks were perfect but her mother thought otherwise.

Her mother gave no sign of approval. "Acceptable. Let's go," she ordered Narcissa to follow without waiting to see if she was following.

Narcissa straightened her back and did as she was told. She followed her mom to her father's study.

Druella Black gave her daughter another once over and let out a disapproving sigh and began to tap her feet. Something she didn't often do, only when she was nervous. This must be a really big deal. "Stand up straight, Narcissa. Even paid lovers carry themselves better than you. Are you a common whore?"

"No, mother. I'm a Black." Narcissa replied. She stood up straight and held her head high as the way she was taught to from a young age. She was a Black and she would carry herself like one.

Her mother pushed open the door and entered first. Narcissa quickly followed, curious to find out who would be her husband. He quickly scanned the room and found him. Lucius Malfoy. Fuck! I mean shoot. Anyone but this self-obsessed pig.

Lucius Malfoy. Slytherin king. Head boy. Quidditch captain. O's in every subject he and a ladies man. A different girl every month. The longest he dated a girl was three months. That paired with the fact that he came from very old money made him irresistible. Every girl wanted to be with him but would settle for being his bed warmer for a night. If they stayed that long.

Lucius Malfoy thought other people were beneath him. Even her. Narcissa had tried to get with him two years earlier but was turned down. He said, "she couldn't handle a man like him." Narcissa was a Black for fuck fake. Her blood was just as old as his. She wasn't gonna be put down by the likes of this…

"Narcissa, darling," her father, Cygnus Black, penetrated her thoughts. "Are you okay, my dear?" His square face and dark eyes filled with concern.

Narcissa quickly looked to her mother and spotted a disapproving scowl. "Yes, father. I am."

"I'm sure you know the Malfoys. Mr. Abraxas Malfoy," He had an oval face and atop it well kept pale blonde hair. His striking blue eyes seemed to analyze her every move causing her to stiffen. Mr. Malfoy wore black robes and looked the businessman everyone feared and respected.

"Dear, you're scaring the poor child," a small welcoming voice said next to him. Narcissa's eyes were quickly drawn to the voice to find and a beautiful woman with long flowing brown hair. She had strong grey eyes and a welcoming smile that matched her voice. She sat with perfectly poised. Narcissa had seen her around at parties and she was every bit the beautiful perfect wife they others gossiped about. She wore elegant dark robes like her husband. "Elaine Malfoy." She nodded towards her. Her smile never leaving her face. "And this is our wonderful son. Lucius."

Narcissa's eyes once again caught Lucius' grey eyes. Whereas his mother's eyes were warm and inviting his was dark and sinister. He was tall and slender and his shoulders were broad. She had heard the gossip that his body was hard and his muscles were well defined. He was wearing dark robes with a white shirt. Looking effortlessly elegant. What a git.

"Mr. Malfoy has asked for your hand to marry his son," Cygnus said. "Isn't that wonderful, dear?"

It's marvelous, father," Narcissa responded. She used all her self control not to sigh. Sure their wealth was vast but seriously?

"Have you heard they are hiring another muggle-born at the Ministry." Cygnus leaned on his huge mahogany table. Cygnus strained to say the words muggle-born Narcissa assumed it was because there were women in the room.

This statement finally caused Abraxas to smile. Well, smirk. The same devilish smirk his son had. "You'd think they would learn their lesson after poor Leach had to leave in a hurry. Muggles are just not cut out for this." Both men laughed.

"Well as much fun as it is to hear you men discuss politics I would love to get to know Narcissa more." Elaine got up from her seat between the two men and walked over to Narcissa. Looping her through hers. "Right, Lucius?"

"I'm neither interested in talking politics nor getting to know this girl." Lucius stood up as well. "I believe I saw Rabastan a while back."

"Rabastan is here?" Narcissa asked with too much curiosity.

"Yes. He's in the kitchen," Druella answered more to Lucius than Narcissa. Lucius promptly left after finding out what he wanted to know.

The females all headed down the hall to Druella's study. It was a beautiful study with a fireplace and the walls adorned with painting. The room was filled with various perfumes to give it a calming impression. A china tea set was on a table surrounded by sofas. Druella used this space to entertain the ladies when their husbands were engaged in politics. Narcissa had never really been in this room but had only seen glimpses when the door was ajar. She was never woman enough to join in on the conversation. Now she finally was.

Narcissa took a seat next to her mother and sat as straight as a board. An elf was already pouring them tea.

"So, Narcissa tell me about yourself," Elaine insisted.

Narcissa glimpsed at her mother whose face was firm. Her mom was strict but never this strict. They must really need this marriage to work. Narcissa turned to face Elaine. "As you know, my name is Narcissa Black. I am sixteen years old and will be seventeen in June. My favourite subject is charms and I want nothing more than to be a great wife," Narcissa said having rehearsed it for two weeks.

Elaine out down her cup after having sipped her tea. "I have heard you're an impressive potions master. Do you have no interest in that?"

"Of course, I just think that charms would be more suited to me."

"Of course, my dear." Elaine took another sip. She could be just as intimidating as her husband when she wanted to be. "No need to be intimidated, Narcissa," she said as if reading her mind. "I just did my homework. I asked an acquaintance of the family to keep an eye on you."

"Slughorn?" Narcissa asked without thinking. She quickly watched her mother for a reaction. There was none.

"Correct. So I know if you are lying, my dear." Elaine smiled at her. "But I know teachers don't know everything about their students. Hence, why I'm here." Elaine smiled at her.

After some gossip with Druella and a question or two thrown at Narcissa Elaine stood up. "There are some things we need to discuss with our spouses, Druella."

"Indeed, there is, Elaine," Druella stood as well and Narcissa followed the older women's lead and stood up as well. They all exited the room to return her father's study. Druella entered but Elaine stopped outside the door. "You can go keep the boys' company." Narcissa began to walk away when she heard Elaine saying, "I hope we can be great friends Narcissa. You would be perfect for him."

Narcissa doubted that as she and Lucius had nothing in common and he and arrogant, playboy. But, nonetheless, she turned and returned her smile. "That would be lovely."

Narcissa let down her blonde hair so that the wavy curls fell over her shoulder and walked as fast as she could to the living area where she assumed the boys moved to. She was practically skipping down the hall. But all her joy disappeared as soon as she entered the room and saw Lucius on the sofa eyes glued to a book. A Guide To Mastering Potions. He looked up as she entered. "New look?"

"Why are you still here?" Narcissa sighed.

"You didn't think I would leave my parents did you?" Lucius cocked his brow as if to ask if she was stupid or something.

"One can only hope." Narcissa's eyes darting around the room looking for someone.

"Why are you so cold to me, Narcissa?" Lucius put down the book and stood up and walked towards her. "After all we are about to be husband and wife. We should be cordial and affectionate towards one another." His long legs closed the gap quicker than she would imagine and Narcissa stood rooted to that spot. "I remember there was a time when you wanted my dick as much as any other Slytherin girl. Cheer up. Your dream's about to come true." Lucius whispered in her ears.

"Where's Rabastan?" Narcissa asked pretending that she wasn't affected. But she was. Everyone makes mistakes and a child. And He was hers.

"Right here. Just grabbing some drinks." Rabastan entered the room holding two drinks. He was slender and muscular as most quidditch players were. He had black hair with amazing dark eyes. His eyes focused on Narcissa and she held her breath. Rabastan Lestrange was amazing, smart and an athlete like no other. "And Lucius would you quit teasing the girl."

"But it's so easy." Lucius just chuckled. "Narcissa knows I was just joking with her. Can I call you Narcissa?"

"No, I preferred if you didn't Malfoy." For some reason, he smiled at this. Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Why are you here?" she turned to ask Rabastan who had already put down the drinks.

"I came to get a glimpse of your husband to be." Rabastan was many things. Hot, funny, sweet but his only flaw was his taste in best friends. How could a guy this sweet be best friends with someone whose body was like a community park? Anyone could play with it. "You couldn't have got a better one." Rabastan placed his arm around Lucius' neck playfully.

An elf soon entered the room "Master Malfoy, the master be wanting to see you, please."

Lucius released an exasperated sigh while running his hand through his hair. "I'll be back" and he quickly exited.

"I'm glad you're h..." Narcissa's words were cut short by Rabastan's mouth on hers. His hand looped around her waist pulling her closer to him. She could feel his hard body crushing hers. He literally took her breath away. She wished they could stay like this all day but Rabastan eventually pulled away.

"I couldn't wait any longer." His devilish smile made her heart skip a beat. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

I hope you guys liked it. How nerve-wracking. I'll try to update regularly. Thanks for reading.