A/N: Written for the 3rd Annual Can you write a Romance Challenge and the Confession Challenge.

Narcissa used to think of the world in monotone. Everything was painted a shade of grey. There was nothing white and nothing black. Just…grey. She didn't mind being in an arranged marriage, because that was her family duty and what she was supposed to do. She didn't really care wither way. It was the reason she was her mother's favorite. In a way, she was similar to a doll for the first fourteen years of her life.

And then she had met him.

It was just a glance in his direction; after all, he was a Malfoy and was famous in the Pureblood Society. Even her own mother had drilled into them that the Malfoys were very important to society and to get on their good side from their birth. So, of course, Narcissa had been curious as to what they were like. One tiny little peek at him to satiate her inquisitive mind. And it just so happened, at that moment, that his eyes caught hers and he completely froze where he stood.

Narcissa had wondered why her heart sped up, just a bit, and quickly fled to her History of Magic class. The monotonous voice of Professor Binns drifted in through one ear and left the other. Narcissa couldn't help but think about the Malfoy (she didn't know his name yet) and she pondered why her face suddenly felt hot.

The next few months came and flew by quickly. Apart from her heartbeat suddenly speeding up sometimes and her resisting the urge to write 'Narcissa Malfoy' on her parchment, she was having another regular year at Hogwarts. But the one thing that had changed was that she felt lighter than usual. She didn't know if it was just her, but the flowers suddenly seemed a lot brighter and the aroma from her food suddenly a lot more appealing.

Narcissa couldn't help but wonder what had happened.

So, she went to her sister, Andromeda, who wouldn't laugh at her for inquiring about it. One night, she snuck down to her sister's dorms and, to her relief, found her alone and quietly reading a book. At the sound of the door creaking, she raised an eyebrow in surprise and put down her book, gesturing for her to sit down.

For a moment, the two girls sat there as Andromeda waited patiently for Narcissa to speak.

"Andromeda," she started slowly, "I think Malfoy has cursed me somehow without me knowing it."

Once again, Andromeda's eyebrows were raised high. She decided to humor her. "What makes you think that, Cissy?"

She confessed everything. How she glanced at Malfoy one day (it was just a peek!) and then after that, her face started getting warm, her heartbeat always sped up nowadays, and how she always felt all like she was floating on air. Andromeda listened carefully to all of this, and at the end, a small smile was starting to form on her face.

"Does that match any of the symptoms of a curse, or even a potion?" Narcissa asked, leaning forward hopefully. Instead, Andromeda simply laughed and ruffled her hair fondly.

"No, it doesn't. But this can only mean one thing." She declared dramatically. Narcissa's eyes widened.

"What? What is it?"

"You, my dear sister, are in love with Lucius Malfoy."

And that was the beginning of everything.

With this realization, Narcissa started avoiding him. After all, if she didn't see him, the butterflies in her stomach would go away right? She didn't really want to feel like this. It was throwing her completely off balance and it seemed like she wasn't in control of her own feelings. In the Pureblood Society, control and cool headedness was everything. But it seemed that everywhere she went, he was there too, watching her quietly. That was all he really did, actually. He stayed at a distance, contemplating her, or whatever it was that he did.

But then, one day, he came up to her. Narcissa stared at him. It was her first time seeing him up close and her fingers twitched with the urge to run her fingers through his hair. It looked even silkier from this distance.

"Narcissa Black." He started, his voice almost a monotone. He looked at her intensely. "You are the most beautiful, wonderful, modest woman I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Please, will you be my girlfriend?"

As Narcissa stared at him, stunned, her mouth opened of her own accord. I must tell him no, she thought, and then my life will be back to normal.

"I-I suppose I'll say yes." She found herself saying, much to her surprise. Narcissa was entirely unprepared for the warmth to spread around her body at her at her words, nor the brief happiness that shone through his cracked façade of emotionlessness.

She was his from the very beginning, after all.

Omake:

Lucius paced back and forth anxiously while Narcissa watched nearby from the couch.

"So?" She asked, quietly sipping her tea. "What did you want to tell me?"

He paused in his path, glancing at her somewhat nervously. Running a hand through his hair, he decided to go sit beside her. Clasping her hands in his, he looked her right in the eye.

"The truth is, I had a bit a man-crush on Severus during our Hogwarts years." He explained, watching her face for any reaction. "It was nothing big! It was simply a small thing that went away soon. I just wanted to let you know before we get married."

Narcissa blinked. "That's great, dear." She deadpanned as she got up to go to bed.

Maybe this would all be a dream when she woke up.