A/N: For writerchicky1425, who wanted Lucius to take a dance class. Sorry it took so long.
"One, two, three. One, two, three" The instructor tapped her foot to the count, moving around the room and inspecting the couples.
Eighteen year old Lucius was not having fun. He was saddled with the pale-haired Black girl, and she was stepping on his toes every few minutes as they waltzed around the room.
"Ouch! Bloody hell Narcissa. Watch my toes." He whispered angrily.
"Well maybe if they weren't so BIG I wouldn't step on them." Narcissa hissed in reply. Lucius scowled at her, and cursed his father for arranging his marriage to this unpleasant girl, hence the waltzing lessons for them both.
They continued waltzing, but the instructor stopped them when she reached their corner of the room.
"Stop, stop stop! You two are getting it all wrong!" She impatiently moved Lucius' hand lower on Narcissa's waist, and watched disapprovingly as they started waltzing again. "Girl! Learn to keep time!" She said sharply to Narcissa. Narcissa had had enough by this point, and stopped Lucius, moving from his grasp and whirling to face their instructor.
"My dear woman, I am an heiress to the house of Black, a far more noble and powerful house then you could ever hope to be associated with. I am above you not only in rank but in quality of blood and obviously intelligence too. Now stop correcting us and leave us be or I shall show you what it truly means to be a Black." Her tirade finished, Narcissa turned back to Lucius and repositioned his hand on her waist, placing one hand on his shoulder and grasping his other in hers. "Lets dance, shall we?"
As they continued to waltz (with no further interruption from the instructor) Lucius thought that spending the rest of his life attached to this woman suddenly didn't seem all that bad.