A/N:I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club April

Bingo: [4.B - Emotion: Proud]

Amber's Attic: 8-"Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm only as loyal as my options?"- "Approach the Bench"- The Audition

Lyric Alley: 11- We all want to be somebody

Word Count: 714

"And I promise I'll watch Narcissa," Andromeda said. Narcissa was standing next to her pretending to be listening to their mother.

"I mean it!" Druella insisted. Andi nodded her head in agreement. Narcissa sighed. While the girls were thankful only their mother had come to see them off, it was still embarrassing to have to stand there in the crowded station and listen to her tell them the same things over and over again. Bellatrix had already run off to join her friends.

"Yes, Mum, I promise, I'll care for Cissa," Andi stated, fighting the urge to laugh. Narcissa could handle her own. It was only their parents that seemed to think the petite blond couldn't give as good as she got. Andi had no idea why everyone thought Narcissa needed to be protected or mothered over. Maybe it had something to do with the fact she was the baby of the family.

"Very well then, write us the moment you're put in Slytherin," Druella said, tracing a perfectly manicured fingernail over Narcissa's cheek.

"Yes, Mum," Narcissa said, trying not to pull away.

"Mum, we are going to miss the train," Andi stated. The train let out another loud whistle.

"Alright, go, and I will hear about any misbehaving at school."

Andi and Narcissa darted onto the train.

"Are you really going to look after me, Andi?" Narcissa asked. Andi smiled at her younger sister.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think, we'll tell Mum you did and then Bella will rat us out because she likes it when we get in trouble. She didn't even stay with us to say goodbye."

"No, she didn't. Here we are, Cissa. This one is empty."

"Why can't I sit with you and your friends?"

"Because, then Bella will write Mum and you will get in trouble. Mum already yelled at me for the company I keep. You're still untouched by the Muggle scum, Cissa."

"Fine, but you're a meany head," Narcissa stated, settling into her seat. Andi gave her a smile that Narcissa didn't return.

"I'll be back for lunch," she added before heading to meet up with her friends in a different car. Narcissa glared at the door. Maybe it was better this way? Maybe now she wouldn't just be Andromeda's little sister? She smiled at the thought of distancing herself from her sisters. She really wasn't like them. Andi was too kind, Bella was too mad. Narcissa felt she fell somewhere in the middle. She could be kind if it was earned, and some times her thoughts got a little insane.

"You're alone," a voice stated from the doorway. Narcissa looked over. Standing there, leaning against the wall was a boy about her age. He had blond hair like hers. He was wearing a nice set of robes and she could see his shoes shine in the light. She smiled. She did find someone who cared about their appearance to be interesting.

"Yes, I'm alone. So are you?" she asked. She realized he wasn't wearing house colors. "First year?"

"Yes, you also?"

"Yes, I'm Narcissa Black, to whom am I speaking?" she asked, trying to remember the lessons her mother had insisted on. She was obviously talking to someone else of impectable breeding.

"Lucius Malfoy. May I sit?" he asked. Narcissa smiled. How fortunate she meet someone like her on her first day. She'd heard of the Malfoys

"Yes, please do. Tell me, are you looking as forward to school as I am?" she asked, giving him a perfectly practiced smile. He returned it with ease taking the seat across from her.

"I am, I am also looking forward to being placed in Slytherin. My father will be most proud."

"Mine also," Narcissa agreed. "I am to write home after being placed. Want to compare?"

"I would love to, Narcissa. Did I mention my father owns a Quidditch team?"

"Yes, well, mine owns several properties in the north of France, perhaps you would like to see one?"

"If it is with you, I would enjoy that very much," Lucius stated. Narcissa smiled again, this time a real one as she felt small butterflies flutter in her chest. She wondered if eleven was too young to have her father draw up a marriage contract?