Chapter Two:
Narcissa stepped inside the carriage and sat as far away from the Malfoy heir as possible. She chatted animatedly with her friends for most of the ride, willing it to be over quicker this year. Narcissa could feel his eyes on her back, and it wasn't a good feeling.
"--And then he just blew it up!" Rose Parkinson concluded her story to the wild laughter of her surrounding friends.
"Cissa?" Rose called. "Everything ok?"
"Everything would be better if a certain blonde git would stop staring at me." Narcissa stated bluntly (and loudly).
"I think he got the point, Cissa." Rose giggled, "He is now blushing and hurrying out of the room."
"He can't be blushing." Narcissa muttered, "That would show a human emotion, and we all know he's not capable of that."
Narcissa was staring out the window, and didn't see Rose shake her head in a knowing way. She was lost in the blurry world flashing by.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Narcissa and Rose followed the stampede of students entering the Great Hall. The ceiling was dark and stormy, but the mood in the Hall was the polar opposite. Students called loudly across the room and laughed with their friends. The only table that refrained from this Childish behavior was Slytherin.
Damn Gryffindors. Too bloody loud.
Narcissa stared blankly around the hall, ignoring the gossip of her fellow 6th year Slytherin girls. She knew none of it was truthful, anyway. Narcissa let her thoughts wander to her family. Her father was the usual pompous aristocrat, and her mother seemed to live to stand by his side with her fake smile at every social function. Their daughters, thankfully, hadn't inherited that quality. Bellatrix had her father's coal black hair, but it lacked his curl. Narcissa and Andromeda had their father's voluminous curls in their mother's unique shade of blonde.
Narcissa's curls bounced as she and Lucius led the terrified first years to the Slytherin common room, and then to their respective dormitories. Lucius watched her as she walked up the steps to her dormitory without a backward glance in his direction. A small smirk played at his lips, Lucius loved a challenge.