The common room got quiet as Narcissa Black walked in. She removed her robe and tossed it over a chair. A few of the younger kids gasped at the outfit Narcissa wore underneath. A short skirt that barely covered her rear, a white t-shirt that exposed her black lace bra, thigh high stockings and white tennis shoes. She pulled a piece of ribbon off her wrist and tied her hair back. Narcissa finally turned to survey who all were in the room. Her fiancé, the coveted Lucius Malfoy, openly ogled her. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. However much her parents wanted her to marry the man, she still couldn't bring herself to like being around him, let alone love him. Of course…it really wasn't about love was it? It was about power. Having the Malfoy name would bring her more power than she ever dreamed. Because no matter what they tried, the Black name would forever be soiled by her cousin.

"Where've you been, sis?"

Narcissa turned her head and gave her sister a half smile. Though they were siblings, Narcissa wasn't very fond of Bea. She was obnoxious and tried to hard to be popular. Popularity only came to Bea because she was Narcissa's sister. Bea wasn't pretty, smart, or really had any quality people liked…so she stayed closely by her sister's side.

"Around. Have I missed anything interesting?"

Bea shook her head. She gave her sister a once over.

"Should you be wearing that? Won't it give people the wrong idea about you?"

Narcissa raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, "What idea would that be?"

She leaned forward, "That you're a slut or something."

The tall blond laughed snidely, "Bea, I really don't care what people think of me. Plus, why should I hide myself behind ugly and formless clothing?"

Before Bea could answer, Lucius interrupted the sisters.

"Cissy, can I talk to you?"

With a sigh, Narcissa nodded.

"I'll be back Bea."

The couple walked to another corner of the room. Lucius stopped and turned around with a glare in his gray eyes.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

The familiar cold smile spread across the young women's face.

"What are you talking about, honey?"

The fact that Narcissa had just lifted her arms to untie her hair, exposing a bit of her stomach and causing her skirt to rise just a bit higher, made Lucius flustered. After being together since they were 15 and being engaged since the beginning of the school year, Narcissa knew how to control Lucius' anger. Despite what the assumption of their school would be, the couple had yet to be more intimate that kissing and some heavy petting. The lack of "more" made it easy for Narcissa to drag Lucius around…and control him.

Lucius fumbled, "Uh…you know darling. It's not important." Narcissa allowed him to take her into his arms and place kisses on her face. She hated being touched by him but put up with it. He kissed her neck and she tried not to cringe.

"I adore you so much, Cissy. Lets go some place more private."

"Oh darling. I'd love to but I really have to take care of some things. Plus, dinner will be starting soon."

Looking like a hurt little boy, Lucius nodded.

"Okay…are you coming by later tonight?"

She smiled up at him and ran a slender hand down his chest, finally coming to a rest on his belt buckle. Her finger slipped underneath his slacks, grazing his skin. She looked back up at him and bit her lower lip.

"Of course darling. I'll be there."

One last deep kiss and Narcissa turned away. She walked away, grabbing her robe as she went up to the girl's dormitory. The rest of the boys in the common room made a bad show of trying to hide their lust as she walked past them. Bea, momentarily, stared longingly at Lucius before following her sister upstairs.

Lucius stood in the corner, watching his fiancé walk away once again. Rodolphus Lestrange walked over and looked over his shoulder at Narcissa.

"Still nothing?"

The blond man glared at his friend.

"Shut up."

Rodolphus just laughed as Lucius stormed away.

Narcissa sat on her bed as she took off her shoes and then pulled off her socks. She unzipped her skirt and pulled off her shirt. As she pulled on her bathrobe over her undergarments, she turned around. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and smiled at her sister.

"I got a letter from mother today."

Bea smiled half-heartedly at her older sister.

"What'd she say?"

Narcissa sat down next to her, "Your marriage has been arranged. You'll marry Rodolphus right after you graduate."

A tiny yelp escaped from Bea's lips and she covered her mouth. Narcissa raised an eyebrow.

"What is it Bea?"

The younger girl looked at her with tears in her eyes, "I don't love him. I'm not even attracted to him."

Narcissa laughed, "Bea, it's not about love. It's never about love. It's power, Bea. It's always been about power. I'm going to be a Malfoy and you're going to be a Lestrange."

"You don't love him?"

Narcissa stood up, took down her hair and began to comb it.

"Who?"

"Lucius. You don't love Lucius?"

The blond laughed loudly, "Bea, I don't even like him. I want the power that he can give me. I intend to make the Malfoy name more powerful than Lucius could ever dream. Without me, he is just a half-wit wizard."

Narcissa pulled off her bathrobe and tossed it on her bed. She then pulled her more conservative school uniform out from her trunk. She hated wearing her school robes to dinner so she pulled on the uniform Hogwarts had given her, consisting of a knee length black skirt, a white button down shirt, a sweater and a tie. She pulled her socks back on, along with her shoes. Narcissa once again turned to her sister, who still looked a bit shocked.

"Bea, just think. In a few years, our 'husbands' will probably be dead from doing something stupid. Then, you and I will be the most powerful women in the wizarding world," she smiled widely, "Now come, I'm famished. Lets go eat."

Narcissa had already turned around and started walking so she missed the look of disgust on her sister's face.