Author's note. I do not own Harry Potter.
Lucius surveyed the ballroom from the balcony. All three of the Black girls were standing against one wall. Bellatrix was laughing. Even thought he couldn't hear it, the very thought of the sound sent a chill down his spine. While beautiful, he found Bellatrix a bit unnerving. Thankfully, she was already in a marriage contract. Narcissa turned from the conversation and met his eyes. She gave him a small nod. Lucius' heart filled with warmth. Her father had accepted his proposal. He made his way down from the balcony. Narcissa met him half way to the dance floor.
"Care to dance, Ms. Black?" he asked extending his hand to his future bride.
"Certainly, Mr. Malfoy," she replied taking his hand with a smile.
