A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Auction Day 1, Prompt 2 – Narcissa Malfoy
Word Count: 657
Narcissa stepped into the ball room. The whole room had been redone in green and silver, in honor of her house. She could see everyone watching her. She knew what they were thinking, what would the youngest Black be like? Would she be like Bellatrix, a perfect daughter, ready to jump head first into her role as an heir to the name? Would she be like Andromeda, the black sheep of the family, disowned and forgotten about?
She could hear them whispering, but it didn't matter. She wasn't here for them, not really. She was here for herself. She wanted a man who made her feel special, someone with eyes only for her. And, come hell or high water, she was going to get exactly that. She was a princess, in a way, and deserved to be treated as such.
Narcissa held her head high was she walked. She could ignore their eyes, ignore their whispers. She knew what she was supposed to do. She knew the whole point of this travesty of a ball was for her to be betrothed to someone worthy of her family name, someone whose own name would fit with with hers.
Every eligible man was watching, waiting to see if she showed them any interest. She knew even the slightest smile could be seen as an invitation. She kept her face emotionless as she glanced around, out of the corner of her blue eyes. She could see Roman Nott watching her. Next to him stood Geoffrey Goyle and Christoff Crabbe. She ignored them, she knew Roman well enough. Enough to know he'd treat her sort of decently, but he did have wandering eyes, and wandering hands. Not at all what she wanted. She wanted someone who would love her, and only her. She had hated sharing as a child and that wasn't going to change now. She was so busy watching the crowd, she missed a man approaching her.
"Miss Black, may I have this dance?" a velvet voice asked. Narcissa pulled her attention to the man who had just walked in front of her. She knew him on sight, his long blond hair gleamed in the flickering lights of the ball room. She'd never really had the pleasure of meeting him, their families ran in the same circles, but it seemed they kept missing each other.
"Mr. Malfoy, it would be my pleasure," she stated, curtsying to him. He smiled, taking her hand in his and leading her onto the dance floor. His hands fit around her waist almost perfectly. She couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement race though her at his touch. He certainly knew how to make a girl feel special.
"You're the first one to ask me to dance," she commented.
"They're all terrified of your beauty, m'dear." Lucius commented. Narcissa felt her face flush. He did have a way with words too.
"Thank you for your kind words," she whispered, gracing him with a slight smile. So far, he did seem the best candidate for her.
"They are the truth. I was wondering, since this is your day, what would you say if I told you I spoke to your father?" he asked, twirling her across the floor.
"I would say that would be quite bold of you. Since I haven't had a chance to speak two words to you until today," she replied. He laughed.
"And?"
"I like bold men," Narcissa stated, looking into Lucius' eyes. "And I am quite happy you have already spoken to my father, I, myself, do accept your offer of courtship, if that is indeed what you're offering," she stated coyly.
"It is," he agreed, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. She smiled at him, watching as the room around them stared. She knew she wasn't like Bella, she wasn't like Andi, no, she was her own witch and she was going to do things her way.