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Chapter Three:

Narcissa wound her way through the halls on her first day of classes. She forced her way through the crowds of students and finally made it to the dungeons. Her heart dropped. Narcissa stared in disbelief at the only empty seat in the classroom. The seat next to Lucius Malfoy. She groaned inwardly as she sat next to him, catching Rose Parkinson's apologetic glance from across the room. Narcissa decided to ignore Malfoy at all costs, and started work on the day's Potion.

Lucius smirked. Thanks to Rose and Victor Goyle, who flashed him a thumbs-up from his seat next to Rose, his plan had worked. Everyone knew Professor Connoly made his students keep the same seats all year. Narcissa was his potions partner. She couldn't escape him now. Lucius leaned in closer to her.

"Miss Black, You're looking ravishing today." He purred in her ear.

"Mr. Malfoy," Narcissa said sarcastically, "You won't be ravishing me, I assure you."

Narcissa proceeded to pound her bat's eyes to a bloody pulp, envisioning each one of them to be Lucius Malfoy's head.

"we'll see." Lucius smirked.

"Oh, Gods! Get a clue Malfoy!" Narcissa hissed, all mock politeness forgotten.

"Is there something you two would like to share?" The Professor asked from behind them.

Narcissa jumped at the sound of his voice, sending her bats eyes straight at Lucius' indignant face. She stared at him in shock for a moment, before an evil grin lit up her delicate features. She turned to smile sweetly at the Potions Master.

"No, sir." she said, "Nothing at all."

Narcissa waited until the Professor returned to his usual seat at the front of the classroom before looking at Lucius. She saw Rose staring at her in horror as she turned to face him.

Payback Time.

"Mr. Malfoy," she purred sweetly, "Those bats eyes are really an improvement. They almost completely cover your face."

Narcissa bounced happily out of the dungeons as the ball rang. Lucius stood staring after her in shock. He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Rose Parkinson smiling at him sympathetically.

"Don't worry," she said soothingly, "I'll talk to her."

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"Cissa?" Rose called from the door to the girl's dormitory.

"What?"

Rose followed the sound of her friends voice to the bathroom, where she found Narcissa indulging in a ht bubble bath. She smiled.

"Uh-Oh." Narcissa mumbled, "What's the smile for?"

"Just remembering how you got your nickname." Rose grinned.

Narcissa rolled her eyes and sank deeper into the water. She knew that wasn't why her best friend of sixteen years was there, but she also knew it was pointless to ask her anything. Rose would talk when she was ready.

"Bubbles, you remember when we were six and you tried to draw your bath yourself? By the time the house elf came with your clothes the bubbles were up to the ceiling!" Rose laughed.

"Mmmm…" Narcissa smiled, remembering all the trouble she'd gotten her poor friend into.

"Why do you hate him so much, Cissa?" Rose blurted.

"Who?"

"Lucius." Rose said quietly.

"Rose…" Narcissa warned.

"He's not that bad, Bubbles! Remember when everyone went home for the holidays last year except for me because my mom was so sick?" Rose asked.

"yes," Narcissa remembered wanting to stay with her, but her father insisted it "wouldn't look right for his daughter to be away on Christmas."

"Well, Lucius stayed with me." Rose muttered.

"WHAT?"

"He was very sweet, he helped a lot."

"did he try anything?" Narcissa muttered bitterly.

"Narcissa Charisma Elizabeth Black!" Rose scolded, "He's not like that!"

"Oh, really?" Narcissa mumbled.

"He went home for a few hours, and the next thing I knew he was in the common room with me. He really cares about you, Cissa. His father didn't want him to court you, said your family was to pompous." Rose said, "But Lucius insisted you were different. So, his father spoke to your father about arranging a marriage."

"I know." Narcissa hissed.

"But Lucius wouldn't let them," Rose ignored her, "He didn't want to force you to marry him, not if you didn't want to."

Narcissa opened her mouth to reply, but none came. She closed her mouth. Rose gave her a knowing look, and left Narcissa to her thoughts. She sank deeper in to the steamy water.

The Rich Boy has a heart? He didn't want to force me? Yeah, right! If that were true he'd be perfect! With a body like that he's close to perfection already. If he just wasn't such an arse! But Rose wouldn't lie…

Narcissa sighed and stepped out of the water. She dried herself and put on a robe before pulling her hair out of its bun, letting her blonde curls fall gracefully down her back. Narcissa entered the dormitory to find four sleeping girls. She pulled on her nightgown and fell asleep before her head hit the pillow.